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Chains

By: NIKOLELOVE



paul stood nude in the bedroom door, his towel hanging over his shoulder, with a stunned, puzzled expression on his face. nikki followed his gaze and smiled as she saw what had caught his eye. She had more surprises in store for him this evening, and this was only the first. 

"What are THOSE doing in here? Did I bring them in?", he asked, his brow furrowing as he tried to think of any reason he would have brought chains into the bedroom. He scratched his cheek idly, obviously trying to come up with some explanation. 

"No, dear", nikki said with a smile. "I did. Do you remember what we talked about at dinner last week?" She took a deep breath and stretched out on the bed invitingly, her breasts jutting upward, her eyes boring into his. 

"Last week...we went to... Bennett's, right? That place over on 43rd. And we talked about... Talked... oh..." His voice trailed off and his eyes widened a bit as the conversation came back to him. Slowly, he looked at her. 

"That's right", she said huskily. As smoothly and silently as a cat, she got off the bed and came towards him, pausing right in front of him. She took his hands in hers and gazed into his eyes. 

"We talked about sex. We talked about power games. We talked about domination - and submission. You DO remember that conversation, don't you?" 

"Um... yeah", he answered unsteadily, his eyes darting back toward the chains on the floor. "But I didn't think... I mean, I wasn't.." 

"Serious?", she finished for him. He nodded, looking a bit dazed, his eyes still on the cold steel on the bedroom floor. "You weren't serious when you said that bossing me around would be a turn-on? You weren't serious when you said that you bossing me around would be a turn-on? You weren't serious when you said that some time, you'd like to play with those ideas some more? You DID say those things, lover. You sat right there in that restaurant and told me you'd love to see me lying there, unable to move. Do you remember saying that? And now you're telling me you weren't serious?" 

"Ahhh.... um..." paul paused, his face reddening, and licked his lips nervously. "I just... never thought... I guess I did... but... God, nikki, I don't know... chains? I don't know if I could..." 

nikki smiled gently as she grabbed the towel and dropped it to the floor. She then put her hands on her lover's cheeks, and gently turned him around as she spoke in a low voice. 

"Ah, but you CAN, lover. You can. I know you can. I get turned on too you know. I told you that. Thinking about lying on the bed.. helpless... knowing you're in control... Such a turn-on. And then I think about having you under my control. Obeying me. Doing everything I tell you to do, and knowing you're doing it because you know it pleases me. I get so turned on thinking of that. So turned on..." 

nikki was slowly guiding paul backwards as she spoke. A few seconds later, paul bumped into the bed. nikki laughed softly and pushed very lightly, sending paul toppling backwards onto the bed. Before he could recover, she was upon him, propping his head and neck on the pillows and again cradling his face in her hands. Straddling him, she leaned down, very close to his face, and stared into his eyes. 

"So turned on", she continued softly. "I get so turned on thinking about power. Thinking about the power you have, the power to make me hot and wet with just a kiss. The power I have, the power to make you hard with just a look. One look, one glance, and your cock gets hard. Just one drop of my eyelashes and your cock gets so hard. You know it's true. You know I have that power over you, just as you have a power over me." 

"And now I have the power. You're nervous, but you're hard, and that fact alone gives me POWER. You're hard, and you know I can do the things that you want done to a hard cock. You know I can suck it. You know I can fuck it. I can take it in my mouth, or my pussy, and make it explode. I can touch it. I can breathe on it. I can control whether you cum or not. I have that power. I have the power to make you cum." 

paul was silent, staring up at his lover in astonishment. He had never seen this side of her before, and was wondering if he was even ready for it. The sight of the cold steel chains on the floor hovered in the back of his mind, along with visions of being bound tightly to the bed, helpless to resist his lover's wildest desires. And, to his surprise, his cock grew even harder. nikki chuckled as she noticed. 

"Yes, you see? I just talk to you and it gets bigger. Harder. Am I making things hard for you, lover? Am I making you nervous? That's too bad, you really need to relax. Why not just relax, just lie back and relax and trust me to take care of you. Trust me to use my power wisely. Just relax and let my power overwhelm you. Feel yourself sinking into my power, deeper and deeper into my power, feel it surrounding you, all around you, feel yourself falling into my power. You know you can't resist the power I have over you. You know it's useless to resist. Just let go, stop trying to fight it, just let go and relax and let it happen. Let it happen, lover. Let go....." 

Her eyes seemed to be floating above him. Her voice droned in his ears, soft and reassuring and... powerful. He wasn't ready for this, he thought, he wasn't ready for this sudden display of authority. He stared up at her, so shaken he was unable to speak, as his disjointed thoughts tried to coalesce. His body seemed frozen as well, paralyzed by the intensity of her words and the suddenness of her actions. 

"Let go. Just relax and trust me. You can see it in my eyes, you can see that you can trust me. Look into my eyes and you will see that. Look deeper, lover, look me in the eye and know that you can trust me to use my power wisely. Yes, darling, look deeper, relax, notice how soothing you find it to look deeply into my eyes. Feel the warmth of my hands on you, feel the tenderness as I hold you. Look into my eyes and let my voice relax you, let your nervousness fade away. Let it fade away, let everything fade away as you relax and allow me to take care of you. I will take care of you, darling, I will take care of you like no one ever has. I will care for you very well, I will allow you to relax and feel so good, so very very good. Relax now and let your tensions go, feel them disappearing, and now they are all gone, all gone, and there is only trust and relaxation remaining. Trust and relaxation, relaxation and trust. Relax, lover, relax and trust me. Sink deeper into my power, deeper and deeper, deeper into my eyes. Trust me, my darling. Relax completely, and trust me. Relax. Let go, lover. Let go. Let go right now." 

His head was swimming, he found it impossible to think clearly. Her eyes hovered there, wide and deep and brown and warm. It felt as if he was floating up into them, up into their warmth and safety, away from this confusing situation he had found himself in. There was refuge in her eyes, safety in her voice. He could trust her. Her eyes beckoned to him as her voice urged him on, soft words of comfort and confidence. His muddled mind saw only one chance to escape the images of the chains on the floor. In his lover's eyes he saw safety. In her voice he heard love. 

She saw his eyes glaze over as he slipped into a light trance. Her heart skipped a few beats as she quickly began to deepen that state. 

"Oh, darling, thank you for trusting me, thank you so much. Go deeper now, relax even more completely, just let every muscle and nerve go. It feels so good, so very good, to just let go of everything and allow me to care for you. I will care for you, paul my love, I will take care of your every need and desire." Including the need to do something about that rock-hard cock, she thought with growing excitement. 

"Isn't it wonderful to just drift freely, darling, isn't it wonderful to just let go of everything and let me care for you? Allow me to care for you, paul, dear. Allow me to do everything for you. Everything..." 

He smiled then, a vague, dreamy smile of happiness. Allow her to do everything. That idea seemed like such a turn-on.... It was his last voluntary thought for quite some time, and in the dim reaches of his mind it seemed as if the last thing he remembered hearing was a faraway sound that sounded like steel against steel. At her soft command, his glassy eyes closed, and he sank totally under her hypnotic spell. 

She continued to speak, to work with him, to tell him about places he had never known existed. His conscious mind was aware of none of this. He lay there, utterly enthralled, as his lover prepared him for her own special brand of care. She knew that when he awakened, he would have no idea of what had happened. All he would know was that he had seen the chains, then lay down on the bed with her after a short, nervous conversation. 

And after a while, awaken he did. The fog in his mind seemed to lift slowly, a little at a time. Finally, his thoughts cleared, his eyes opened, and he found himself lying on his bed, staring up at the ceiling. 

"I'm glad you finally woke up. I was wondering if you were going to sleep all day." 

Somewhat groggily, he shook his head and turned in the direction the voice had come from. His lover was sitting in the chair at the desk in the corner of the bedroom. She was watching him with a very smug smile. 

"Huh?", he stammered with great effort. His mouth felt as dry as a leaf in the fall. He swallowed several times and tried again. "Huh?" A great improvement in his voice, he noted with satisfaction. "All day?", he then asked as he tried to stretch his limp, heavy muscles. 

She laughed at his expression. Dumbfounded, he stared at her as she stood up and walked over to the bed. She wore only a front-closure bra and a pair of tiny panties. 

"I hope you're comfortable", she purred. You're going to be like that for the rest of the day." 

"What are you talking about?", he asked, a slight twinge of panic starting to blossom. "Day? What day? What do you mean I'll be like this all day? What's going on?" 

She leaned over and kissed him lightly on the lips. He tried to put his arms around her, but something restrained him. A cold fear swept over him as he heard, or thought he heard, a strangely familiar sound. Flexing his hands, he paled as he felt a cold hardness around his wrists. He gaped up at nikki as a tentative movement of his feet brought about the same lack of results - and the same sound, the same clink of cold steel, and the same feeling of something around his ankles. 

"My God", he gasped. "God, nikki, what on earth are you doing?" 

She smiled tenderly and blew him a kiss. 

"Remember, lover. Trust me. you have to trust me." 

Slowly, he nodded. His pounding heart gradually slowed its pace. He had to trust her. He had no choice, really. 

He was chained to his own bed. His own girfriend had chained him to his own bed. 

She patted his chest lightly, smiling happily. "Good. Thank you. Do you remember my saying I would care for you?" 

He blinked, wondering what she was talking about. A distant, hazy recollection, like a memory from long ago, came to him. Talk of trust, and caring, and... desire. He nodded, his face flaring. She laughed. 

"Honey, how long have we been together? two years, right? Why on earth are you blushing? Why would the idea of my caring for you embarrass you in any way? I care for you when you're hurt, or sick. Why can't I care for you when you're in ecstasy as well?" 


His face reddened even more. He wasn't used to talking about ecstasy, all he had ever done was felt it - or so he'd thought. He was about to be proven wrong. 

"I hope those aren't too tight?", she asked, nodding towards his wrists. He shuddered as he again became aware of the chains around his wrists and ankles, chains which prevented any movement. After a struggle, he realized that he could not even move enough to actually see the chains which held him so effectively. He took a deep, ragged breath and shook his head. 

"No, they're OK. I mean... Jesus, did I really just say that?" For the first time, he laughed, albeit somewhat nervously. 

"Yes, you did", she said with a giggle. "It's nice that you got used to it so quickly. I mean, look", she said, pointing to his groin. 

He tipped his head and saw the head of his cock waving high in the air. It was a measure of his state of mind that he hadn't even been aware that his cock had begun expanding as soon as he'd realized he was chained to the bed. She smiled and held her hand over his groin. 

"Last week we talked about power. We talked about it for a few moments more recently, but I doubt you'll remember that", she added with a grin. Her hand moved closer to his swaying cock until he could feel the heat of it. He squirmed, trying to move closer to her hand, trying to make contact with her hand, hoping she would take his cock in that hand and... 

"This IS power", she said softly. "This is what power is. I have something you want. I have the ability to give you pleasure. I have the power to please you..." She placed the palm of her hand on the tip of his cock, let it rest there for just a few seconds, and moved it away again. "...or not. That choice is mine. That is what gives me the power", she said as he groaned. "I have the power to please you - IF you please me." 

"How can I do that if I'm... Jesus, if I'm chained to the fucking bed?", he asked hoarsely. 

Her smile widened, and she sat on the bed beside him. 

"I'm glad you asked that question." 

She leaned over and breathed on his cock, the warm air making it jerk and twitch. He shuddered, wishing she would just release him and fuck him. God, it was really amazing how aroused he was, he thought. 

She glanced at him, her eyes gleaming with delight, and ran her tongue up and down his shaft, just once. He groaned again, shaking like a leaf. "Oh, God, nikki, let's stop this crap and just screw, OK? Come on, let me go, please? nikki? Come on, let me go." 

She smiled devilishly and sat up again. 

"That's really very good, but you don't have it quite right. You want to cum. That's obvious. It's also obvious that the only way you're going to cum any time soon is with my help. Right?" 

He nodded warily, his cock still waving, his body still trembling as the memory of the sensations of her tongue on his cock raced through his mind. "But if you let me go..." 

"I'm not going to let you go, darling. Don't even ask me again. Remember, I am the one who can make you cum - and I'm also the one that can make you so hot and horny you'll be ready to explode - and then just leave you there." 

He blinked, and his mouth fell open, as the first glimmer of understanding came to him. 

"You wouldn't..." 

She smiled and nodded. 

"Yes. I would." 

"Jesus", he breathed, again looking at the head of his cock hovering in the air. 

"So. Where was I? Oh, yes. I was saying you were doing good, but you didn't quite have it right yet. I liked hearing you say please to me a few minutes ago. You never say please when we make love any more. I like hearing you say please. I like hearing you ask for what you want. In fact - I think I'd LOVE to hear you... BEG - for what you want." 

He blinked again. She smiled down at him, enjoying his reaction. 

"Well?", she asked. 

"Well what? Hey, if you have these damn chains on me, shouldn't you be dressed in, like, leather or something?" His comment had nothing to do with her question, of course, but his mind was trying to cope with the idea of begging, and he was stalling for time. He wasn't at all prepared for her laughter. 

"God, honey, you think all it takes to have power is a leather outfit? You think a leather outfit is powerful? Watch this." 

Slowly, she stood. Staring into his eyes, she slowly slid two fingers into the upper edge of her panties, one on each side. Just as slowly, she slid them down, sliding her panties off inch by agonizing inch. He watched, straining at his bonds, his cock growing even harder with each passing second. She stepped out of her panties, leaving them lying on the floor, and took the clasp of her bra between her fingers. Still gazing at him, she undid the clasp and tugged her bra to the sides, exposing her full breasts. He groaned and writhed on the bed, unable to reach for her, unable to do anything about his raging hard-on. Her bra fell to the floor and she stood beside the bed, totally nude. 

"Who needs leather", she asked very quietly. "Look at the power my body has over you even when I wear nothing at all." 

"Please get me out of here", he gasped, struggling against his bonds to reach for her. "Please let me go. I understand now, I don't need to do this any more. I have to have you now. I have to have you..." 

She laughed again. "YOU have to? What about what I have to? You've proven right there that I'm the one with the power right now. You don't get what you want without my allowing it. And I told you not to ask me to let you go again, didn't I?" 

He looked stricken as he recalled that she had indeed said not to ask again. His mind reeled as he pictured her turning on her heels and walking out the door, leaving him there, hard and unsatisfied. He nodded slowly. 

"Yeah. Sorry. I won't again." 

"I know you won't", she said with a smile. "Like I said, you were pretty close just now. You just have to aim in the right direction and you'll be all right." 

He shook his head, having no idea what she was talking about. She sat down on the bed again and held her hand over his cock. 

"I have power right now, and I like it. I love watching you squirm, I love watching your face when I do things like this..." Quickly, she formed a circle with her thumb and forefinger, and slid it down the length of his rod, and back up again, squeezing just enough to make him moan in ecstasy. 

She looked at him as she continued. "I get pleasure from this. I get pleasure from your reactions, from knowing YOU are getting pleasure from this. Admit it, this turns you on more than you ever dreamed it would, doesn't it?" 

His face crimson, he nodded. She grinned at him as she stroked his cock one more time, savoring his reaction. 

"I thought you might. And, since I'm the one with the power, I think it only fair that you ask politely when you want me to share some of it with you. A little while ago you were asking me to let you go. That's a no-no, as I explained. What you SHOULD be asking me is to allow you to cum. That's all you really want, isn't it? That's why you wanted me to undo those chains, so you could fuck me and cum, right?" He nodded, red-faced, beginning to suspect what was going to be next. 

"I don't want to fuck right now - but I wouldn't mind seeing you cum. But you can't do that without my help, can you?" He shook his head, feeling the growing certainty of what was in store. 

"So. That makes the answer quite obvious. I have to make you cum. If I want to. If you can convince me you really, honestly want to." She fell silent, waiting for his reaction, anticipating it and savoring it. 

"And... um... Just how do I convince you?", he asked, suspecting the answer and both dreading it and finding it incredibly arousing. 

Her eyes smoldered as she stared at him. 

"Beg me", she said huskily. 

"Oh, Jesus", he moaned, his body shuddering. His eyes screwed shut and his muscles twitched as the reality of the situation finally hit him. 

"Beg me", she said again, her voice low and urgent. "Beg me. Beg me to let you cum. Beg me to touch you, beg me to suck you, beg me to make you scream with pleasure. Come on, paul, beg me. Beg me to let you cum." 

The look on his face was priceless, more erotic than anything nikki had ever seen. The expression of pure helplessness, of pure desire, of pure blind passion, drove her to a level of desire she'd never known before. 


Chains



Chains slithered up from the floor. Princess Beatrix soon found her ankles bound to the wall. Another pair of chains did the same to her wrists. She glanced at her trapped appendages, bewildered.

She attempted to walk away from the wall and failed. "Rowan, what is the meaning of this?"

"M'lady, I did not take you down to the dungeon to pardon an innocent man," he said.

"Well, what have you brought me down here for, then?"

"I think the reason will become quite obvious, my dear." The pile of chains at Beatrix's feet rattled, a few raising themselves from the ground.

"Is this your doing, Rowan?"

"I am a wizard, after all."

"I've not seen you perform any magic but cheap parlor tricks. I didn't know you practiced true sorcery. These chains, binding me and rising by your hand, they are an affront to God!"

"There are many things in this world that are an affront to God, m'lady. One of which is your fate."

Two chains rose. One hooking into the knot on Beatrix's belt and the other into the tie on her cloak. They pulled until the knots came undone. The cloak and belt fell to the ground, leaving her bliaut to billow around her body.

"I order you to release me, Rowan. You may be a sorcerer, but I am the princess."

Rowan ignored her order and made a rising motion with his hands. A chain flew from the ground up Beatrix's bliaut. It peeked through the top of the dress, remaining motionless for a moment. Rowan threw his hand downward. The chain followed and tore through the front of her dress and under tunic. The garments fell open to reveal a short chemise underneath. A second chain destroyed the backside of her torn garments, leaving her in just the chemise and knee-high hose. 

She glanced down at her half-revealed body and gasped. "My silken gown! This is obscene. Was your intention to defile me? If so, I bid you remember that my betrothed will swiftly put a stop to this."

"That is indeed my intention, m'lady." A chain curled around her calves and worked its way up her leg.

"Stop this at once, Rowan! I order you. If you lay a finger on me, I will scream."

"I shan't lay a finger on you, dear. My magic shall suffice." The chain chilled her skin as it climbed up into her chemise. "I have longed to see your body shorn of its vestments. Will I be the first to have such a pleasure?"

The chain shot up between her breasts and out the collar of her chemise. She struggled against the bonds. Her chin pushed the chain in an attempt to make it drop from her remaining garment. "The commoners may allow themselves to be seen bare, but not I. My body is the province of my husband. Now remove that chain and I will forget this incident."

The chain forced itself downward, pulling the chemise taut. The swells of Beatrix's breasts peeked out of her shirt's expanding collar. She continued her scolding. "One last chance, Rowan, or I call for my husband."

"You have no husband."

"We are to be wed within the week. It is as good as done." A ripping sound distracted her. The chain had begun to dig through the cotton it opposed. "Edwin! Edwin!"

"Yelling will do you no good. Why do you think I brought you down here?"

"Edw– oh!" Her call was interrupted by the chain completing its descent. The chemise fell open at the center and was soon pulled from her body by chains.

"Your figure is exquisite, m'lady. 'Tis a shame all but I have yet to see it."

She shivered, partially from being exposed to the dungeon's cool air and partially from being exposed to the eyes of Rowan. "Please, I beg you to stop."

"Beg, order, what difference is it?" A chain rose, stroked her cheek, and the held her chin up. "What matters is the you will lose your maidenhead tonight."

"No, please, you can't possibly–"

"What is it that I cannot possibly do?" Chains crawled up either of her legs.

She glanced down. The freezing links were wrapped around her thighs. She drew in a sharp breath. "Please, you can't." More chains rose from the pile to bind her. She now wore a belt of iron. Her shoulders were draped with the material as well. The ends of two chains prodded the tips of her breasts. Her nipples grew erect. She cursed the chilly metal for making her appear aroused. With its goal achieved, the material curled around the swells of her breasts.

Tears appeared in Beatrix's eyes. Royal power with no one to exercise it on was useless, much less a force that could counteract magic power. She tried to hold back, to show strength, but she knew there was nothing she could do against Rowan. The feeling of the frigid metal against her skin was becoming overwhelming as well. The chains nearly covered enough of her body to constitute an outfit. A tiny length made its way onto her scalp, forming a small circlet as if to mock her.

"Ah, you still look so regal, m'lady," said Rowan, rubbing it in. She tried not to imagine how she looked at that moment. Regal. Perhaps the princess of distressed damsels, the sovereign of fallen maidens.

A few chains wriggled up her hips to brush against her clitoris and her lips. She shuddered. The icy, unrelenting texture of the chains was so far away from the warm flesh of her own fingers. That novel feeling had actually sent a wave of excitement through her.

She couldn't allow things to be easier for Rowan. Or allow herself to enjoy such an act. She remembered what her mother had told her. "I must be strong, I must be pure, I must be chaste."

"Go ahead and try, m'lady, but you will be begging to be made unchaste over and over when I am through with you." The chains that hung from her shoulders reached down to poke her nipples. The others squeezed and wriggled over her skin. A last one tickled her clitoris.

The motion of the chains was stirring, but it was the temperature that snared her. It was so strange. All her life, she had embraced warm, loving bodies. This was the opposite. Perhaps this was what death's embrace felt like.

Death had no right to feel erotic, though. Perhaps all the other chains would not have incited a sexual feeling if it weren't for the ones that continuously skimmed her nipples and clitoris. Now they pressed harder, stroking each sensitive point with increasing vigor.

"This must be Satan's doing," she said in reference to her increasing arousal.

"No, it is all mine."

She noticed the skin on her chest beginning to flush and her breath becoming shaky. She hoped that Rowan didn't realize that she was alluding to her loss of self-control. To show such a thing would make her as depraved as him. She would be guilty of lust and infidelity; no minor sins.

But the foreign sensations were difficult to fight. Despite the frigidity of her bonds, heat grew in her slit. She had to resist it. "Strong, pure, chaste," she said, barely audible. Her head, however, still hung in shame, as if defeat were inevitable.

The remaining chains at her feet braided themselves together into three separate lengths. One braid patted her cheek in the patronizing manner that it had done before. Another crept up the back of her legs in between the cheeks of her ass. The last did the same, but slid itself against her slit instead. It parted her lips just a slight amount, running over them and working in tandem with the chain that worked her clit. It pushed against her opening, seeming anxious to bury itself inside.

"Rowan, you can't be thinking about putting that inside me. You're not going to...with the chains, are you?"

"Of course I am. When I'm through with you, your womb will be so disfigured that no one could believe it to be a man's work. On your wedding night, Edwin will discover that his newlywed has been violated by a demon. Either that or a man with a member worthy of legend."

"Please. If you must take my maidenhead, take it with your own member. I should not lose my purity to iron."

"I need you to be utterly ruined, m'lady. Unable to be married. What if your suitor or his successors are able to overlook what may have been a one-time infidelity? But they will not be able to overlook infidelity that has stretched all your orifices wider than those of a common harlot or street whore. Any gentleman will be disgusted at how thoroughly the good princess has allowed herself to be violated. But that is not all."

A chain holding up a tankard appeared before Beatrix's face. The rim of the cup pressed against her clenched lips. She tried to hold them closed, but the movement of the chains on her body made her quiver. There was no strength in her jaw. Liquid poured down her throat.

"Now you shall forget this by morning. And by the eve of your wedding, Edwin will find your belly has begun to grow, as if you were with child. You will believe yourself to have been taken by the incubus."

She whimpered as the last few drops entered her mouth. The tankard clanged against the ground. "Rowan," she said through labored breath. Despite the fact that she knew she was about to be desecrated, physically and spiritually, a forceful wave of pleasure ran through her. The chains that caressed her most sensitive spots did not seem to increase their speed or pressure. The wave, rather, seemed to flow from the inside out. It was not just pleasure, but desire. Need. "Why?"

"When you are thought to be carrying the devil's spawn, you will find no suitors. The king will despair that you cannot marry. That is when I will offer to take your hand and become heir to the throne."

"Never," she whispered. The braid of chains that rubbed her lips came forward through her legs, the tip lifting itself in the air.

"Ah, but I see that you are already enjoying the thought of making love to me by the way those chains glisten with your fluid." The braid retracted back into its original position. The chain on her clitoris pushed hard, sending that strange mixture of pleasure and pain out from the bud through her body.

"Ah!" she squeaked. "Then take me. Oh! Ruin my body so that you may not enjoy it in your private chambers."

"Do you forget what I am? I have already concocted a brew that can restore a woman's maidenhead. I shall take the sweet virgin princess every evening."

The braid at her mouth traced the outline of her lips. The ones at her slit and anus entered the openings. "No. Edwin." She had tried to shout his name once more, but it came out as a sigh of defeat.

"Now, silence," said Rowan. The chains slid into her mouth and depressed her tongue. The tips of the braids thrust into her in unison, starting shallow and moving slightly deeper with each stroke. Her insides did nothing to warm the metal. The cold that enveloped her body had become internal as well.

The coldness moved further inward. It was as if she were losing her body inch by inch to the cold, to Rowan. Her lips hadn't clenched to resist the chains' penetration. Nor had her anus. Indeed, with every thrust, she came closer to climax.

It hit quickly. Her scream was muffled by the chains in her mouth. Her hips wriggled, using what little freedom of movement they had. It seemed as if she were struggling against the chains, but in reality, she was pushing back against them to fill herself even further. 

Her tongue continued to flutter against the links, but she could only produce a guttural noise as her jaw opened further. Somehow, the coldness was adding to her pleasure. The warm hands and member of a lover could never do this.

Her lips had clamped onto the braided chains and seemed to pull them up into her body. Now her labia writhed on them in ecstasy. This movement slowed as the end of her orgasm neared. She couldn't believe the chains had forced her climax. But she had endured.

The feeling swelled once again in her groin. Her eyelids flickered. How could this happen a second time? Quite easily, her body seemed to respond. She trembled in the confines of her chains, losing all control of her muscles as they contracted and released involuntarily. When the second peak hit, her body began to lift off the ground. The chains carried her a few feet upwards while she thrashed against them.

"You are undone, Beatrix." Rowan smiled. She closed her eyes to avoid the sight of him. Having lost her sense of equilibrium and sight, she had entered a world where only the cold existed. It invaded her body, creeping deeper into her. It felt as if the chains would continue to push until they converged on her heart, whereupon she would be rent apart by their force. Did Rowan know how deep the chains had gone?

The chains that had been draped around her neck pulled taut to choke her. The ones inside her crept closer to her heart. The rest squeezed tighter than ever. Her breath stopped. And still, all this only intensified her rapture. Her body and mind shattered, the little pieces falling away into an abyss of nothingness. Death must have been making love to her. ---

Beatrix awoke to find herself in her bed, nude beneath the covers. Her hand trembled as it reached to touch her chest, to feel her heart. Its beat was still there. Her hand then moved to her slit. Rowan had kept his promise. The walls of her womb had become so loose that she could no longer squeeze her fingers tight with them as usual. When she withdrew her fingers, they ran with blood. She opened the curtain on the four-poster. A tankard and cloth sat on the bedside table. She took the cloth and pushed it through her lips, using it to explore her now distended insides as she cleaned up the blood. Her sore muscles couldn't keep her hand from shaking.

Rowan appeared by the bedside dressed only in his chemise. He lifted the tankard and handed it to her. "Drink, for strength." She took it in her free hand and gulped down the liquid inside.

She handed the cup back to him. "Rowan, my womb," she whispered.

He stroked her hair. "I know, my dear. That will soon be remedied." His words proved correct. The lingering pain gradually lifted from her body. Then she felt herself tightening around her finger. She threw back the covers to inspect herself. A new maidenhead was forming at her opening.

"How did it feel?"

"It was– I can't even describe, Rowan. I thought I would die. But the closer to death I got, the more pleasure I felt. The chain, choking me, I didn't expect that. But it was a stroke of genius. How could you have known what that would do to me?"

"Oh, there have been attempts made at hanging me."

Beatrix giggled, then frowned. "The potion. I forgot about it. My belly, will it–"

"Vinegar and water, dear. That's all it was." Rowan pulled the hem of his chemise upward. "But I want to know. Did I play my character right? Was the royal adviser evil enough?"

"Deliciously evil."

"You can see what I thought of your princess." He touched his erection as he lay next to her. "So persistent, but inevitably yielding."

"I took pleasure in her as well. Feeling her chastity being stolen away." Beatrix shivered. Her nipples hardened. Her fingers were covered in more moisture. She pulled her hand from her slit, thinking the bleeding had started again. It was lubricant, not blood. She met even greater resistance when she slipped her fingers back in. A great warmth emanated from her center. The contrast with the deathly cold she had just been subject to intensified the arousal welling within her.

Beatrix entangled herself in Rowan's body. Her hips gyrated on his thigh, rubbing her lips against his skin. His hardness pressed against her belly. "Suddenly, I'm overcome with lust again, Rowan."

"There was more in that potion than a remedy for your aches."

"I can feel it." She shivered as he kissed her neck. "I need it now. Would you deny a lustful, virgin princess her wish?"

He pushed his hand between her legs and his thigh. "You are not quite a virgin yet, my love. Allow your maidenhead a few more moments to revive."

She moaned. Her fluids now coated his thigh. "It saddens me, though."

"What does?"

"That I cannot give you what you've given me."

He smiled and caressed her cheek. "You are the most beautiful woman in the kingdom. That is enough. Besides, a wizard can do things for himself."

She nuzzled against him. "A wizard is the best husband."

"Well, I may not be Merlin, but I do pride myself on my knowledge of the erotic arts."

"Merlin," she said. "I wonder what he could do to a woman."

The thought alone caused her to lose control. Her hips pushed hard against Rowan's thigh.

"Do not give the old fool a second thought, Beatrix! He has been under the spell of the Lady of the Lake for ages." He rolled on top of her and pierced her still growing maidenhead.

"Oh! Make me the Lady of the Lake, Rowan!" Orgasm took Beatrix once again.



Chains, Blades, and Iron Maidens



Kenna stared blankly at her computer screen; she'd been stationary for so long drool was oozing out from one side of her face. She snapped to and slurped up her spit. Her gaze turned to the clock on the wall; luckily it was almost time to leave. However in her bored efficiency she'd finish all of her work ahead of time. And Kenna wasn't so much the go getter type to get up request more; especially this close to the end of the work day. She got enough attention around the office; without being the office over achiever; thanks to her flaming orange red hair. It caught everyone's attention; mostly the men. And the fact she was single didn't help with the constant harassing she received around here. Not that Kenna could report it to her boss; he was as guilty as the rest. So over the years she perfected being able to zap into her own little dream world and shut everything out. She'd told her friends about it; some seem concerned with her mental health.

Kenna found keeping it in much healthier than letting it out; not for her own health though. Kenna was what her friends like to call, "The violent type." But she'd put a leash on the demon in recent years. But some of the rumors of her more volatile escapades still remained on the street. This made it hard for her to get a boyfriend; that's why she was so anxious to get out of work. It was ladies night out! Kenna and her four friends did this every couple of weeks; go out hit the bars, get drunk, and crash at one of the girls' houses. Ladies night out was all that was keeping Kenna from blowing her brains out. Good thing I don't own a gun, Kenna thought to herself. She stared at the clock in hopes she could magically make it go faster; but as always she was incapable of awakening her superhuman abilities. "You're such a nerd," Kenna said to herself with a sigh. Still an hour to go, Kenna thought looking at the clock, Gotta pass the time somehow.

Kenna leaned back in her chair as she brought up a blank word document. Her face turned red hot as she started to peck away at the keys. Lines appeared on the screen as Kenna stared at the pages with intent passion as she focused on the content she was pumping into it.

I sat at the bar in a tight red cocktail dress twirling the ice in my mixed drink with the straw. I could see him smiling from across the bar; a tall tan skinned man with large arms. He smiled at me from his group of friends; I stared at his arms that were nearly tearing through his blue dress shirt. I'm sure he could give me that same tearing feeling. I smiled back at him and he walked over. His legs were thick and powerful; this man obviously took good care of his body. The muscled gentlemen sat in the stool next to me, "So I couldn't help but notice you were alone."

"Is that really the best you got?" I laughed and took a drink. The man swallowed in hesitation; for a big man he didn't have a big game. That's okay I can push just as much as any guy, "Well, you don't seem to be alone." I looked passed him to his group of buddies; three others. "Why don't they join us," I said looking the man right in the eyes.

"Wh-what?!" the man was caught totally off guard by my advance.

"Unless you're not big enough for that," I pouted.

The man gulped and rushed over to his friends; obviously to get a group opinion. I could see him trying to explain to them as he pointed over to me. I waved at the boys with a smile while spinning in my stool. All five of us were out of the bar in no less than five minutes. They took me to a hotel and all pooled for a penthouse suite. The room was huge and had a Jacuzzi in it. But I wasn't here for the hot tub. All the men quickly undressed and surrounded me. Their hands groped and molested every inch of my body. One of the men pulled down my strapless dress and let my breasts flop out. Personally I thought my breasts were just the right size; I didn't have anywhere near a flat chest but they weren't obscenely huge. They fit right into your hand perfectly filling it up but not over flowing. Trust me I would know I'd played with them plenty of times. But my skinny fingered hands were nothing compared to a man's full thick hands. The way his fingertips rolled my nipples and the way his fingers encased my breasts.

Another one of the men pulled the skirt up on my dress. He inserted his hand into my pink panties and rubbed across my pussy. I let out a light moan as one of the men pulled my head back by my flaming hair. I felt lips press to mine and I opened my mouth happily. The man's tongue wiggled back in my mouth. Two fingers plugged right into my cunt and I tightened my whole body up. His fingers were cold and meaty; I didn't even want to imagine what their cocks feel like. Because, why imagine when I can just take them. I pulled my panties down but left my dress covering my navel.

"Use me any way you like boys," I said invitingly. One took up behind me and pressed his cock to my asshole. "Oh yes," I pleaded as one readied to penetrate my pussy. They both plunged into me at the same time. "Oh god!" I screamed out as they both pushed all the way in on the first try. Luckily for me they weren't meaty hogs with monster dicks. No they were average sized and much easier to take. The two of them alternated back and forth like one of those old railroad crank carts. They pounded into me with a steady force; one that wasn't overwhelmingly powerful. But my intention was to get fucked not made love to. Besides, I had two cocks in me; you think they'd get the message to be a little bit rough. "Come on, you guys are gonna have to try harder than that!" I called out a little frustrated. The two of them started to pick up speed upon my demand.

One of the onlookers grabbed me by my hair and pulled my face right down to his cock. I didn't hesitate to open my mouth and allow him to shove his cock down my throat. I poked my tongue out as he held the sides of my face. Now they were treating me like the dirty whore I was. And that turned me on so much. Having my three holes filled by men's cocks. What was better than that? I hummed with the cock sliding back and forth in my mouth. The two dicks pummeled my ass and pussy furiously. I could feel myself reaching climax as the cocks reached up into me. Just a little more and I'd-.

Kenna's phone started to ring snapping her from the trance of her writing. She quickly answered it, "Hello."

"Hey what's up?" Kenna's friend Tara said from the other line, "I'm waiting down stairs to pick you up. It's already almost a half hour past seven."

"Oh, I'm so sorry! I got caught up in, uh, work! I'll be right down." Kenna saved her file; perhaps she would pick up on it again. She grabbed her bag and hurried down the stairwell to the bottom floor. As she went out the front entrance she saw Tara's orange sports car parked out front of the building. Kenna jogged up to it and entered. "Hey," Kenna greeted her friend.

"How's it goin'?" Tara returned the salutation.

"So, where we off to next?" Kenna asked putting on her seat belt.

"We're gonna go pick up Naida first. Then we'll go get Meifeng and head out to the bars. Elysia said she was getting a ride from her boyfriend."

"Alrighty then, let's get this show on the road."

Naida hustled to the table with the pitcher of wine in hand. She approached the long table filled with food. A woman and man were sitting on opposite sides of the table. The older couple was Naida's employers; she worked for them as a maid. Naida was donned in a stereotypical French maid's outfit; black with white lace trim. The man; Darren Little; raised his empty glass to Naida signaling for her to fill it once more. Just as Naida started to pour into the cup it fell from Darren's hand.

"Oh, I'm sorry," Darren said, "You should go get a towel and clean that up."

"Of course sir," Naida bowed and ran out for a towel. She run back in and bent over to suck up the red liquid with the rag. Her maid's outfit had a very short skirt which was hiked up as she cleaned up the wine. Darren had a perfect view of Naida's blue panties as she scrubbed the floor. Darren turned to his wife; Samantha; with a grin and she smiled back at him.

"Well, I'm quite full," Samantha rose, "I think I'll head up to bed." She smiled one more time at her husband before leaving the dining room. Darren turned his gaze back to Naida's round ass. Even though she was rather petite she still had a full ass. Darren reached a hand down for it and rubbed his fingers across Naida.

"Sir!" Naida jumped, "We shouldn't do this right now. Your wife could still be awake."

"Oh, don't worry about her," Darren said feeling up Naida's ass.

"I just don't want her to find out about this," Naida moaned. Little did she know; Samantha already knew about Naida and Darren. Even though they were married; Darren and Sam had a very open relationship. In fact they had cameras hidden all over the house; Sam was watching the two of them right now.

"Don't worry she'll never find out," Darren said as he stood up from his chair. "Now bend over the table. I wanna take you from behind."

"Yes, master," Naida got up and walked over to the table. She bent herself over it and pulled her panties down to her ankles. Darren smiled placing a hand on Naida's ass. With the other hand he lunged his cock into her. Naida let out a great yelp as she felt Darren reach into her.

"Shh," Darren put a finger to his lips, "We don't want my wife to hear us, now do we?" Darren laughed; it was rather fun playing this game with Naida. She was just so innocent. And so easy to take advantage of. Naida was squeezing tightly on Darren's cock as it slowly slid back and forth inside her pussy. Her cunt was building up a nice secretion of juices. Darren slapped Naida's ass starting to turn it red. "You get nice and tight every time I hit you. Do you like to be punished?"

"Yes," Naida huffed.

"What?!" Darren pulled her short black hair hard bringing Naida's ear right next to his face.

"Yes master!" Naida screamed.

"That's a good girl," Darren said and slapped her ass some more, "I'll be sure to punish you good for spilling that wine."

"But I didn't-," Darren slapped Naida in the face, "Of course master. Please punish me for being so clumsy."

"Hmm," Darren smiled, "Now you're starting to get it." Darren gripped her shoulder and flipped Naida over. He pushed her further onto the table; metal plates clanged to the ground. Darren pounded into Naida harder as she gasped out for more. The maid outfit was ripped from Naida as Darren pumped his hips. Naida's breasts were completely exposed; they were small but she wasn't completely flat chested. Darren poured out some of his wine onto Naida's chest and lapped it up with his tongue. Naida moaned and groaned as Darren's tongue swirled around her erect nipples. The cock reached deep into her; reaching all the way up. Naida wrapped her legs around Darren and twisted her hips. Darren smiled and laughed as he slapped Naida in the face again. A nice red mark was left on her face; but Naida didn't mind at all. She needed this job; and she didn't much mind how Darren treated her.

Naida made bank off of the Littles; plus it was kind of fun being able to fuck for work. And it was exotic being a married man's mistress. It's not like she was cheating on someone; but she still got the feeling she was. And that feeling turned her on. Naida was burning with passion but she was worried Sam would walk in on the two of them at any moment. Her body seemed to recognize this fear and was hastening her climax. Her pussy gripped Darren's cock as she poured out liquid. Darren thrust into hard and fast as he stared into Naida's deep blue eyes.

"I'm going to cum inside you," Darren said jabbing into Naida.

"Yes master," Naida whimpered. She closed her eyes as Darren fucked her as hard as he could. His hot cum blasted into Naida; which caused her to climax. Naida squirted as cum rushed into her womb. Darren pulled up his pants and zipped them up. "Clean up in here," Darren instructed Naida before leaving. She was still lying on the table breathing heavily. She could feel some of the cum oozing out of her wet cunt.

After she cleaned up all of the dining room, Naida changed into her regular clothes and waited outside the front gate of the Littles' mansion. She saw Tara pull up and she hopped in the back of the car.

"How was work?" Kenna asked.

"Fine," Naida replied blandly.

"Okay! Off to the library to get Meifeng!"

The Knight King entered the bed chamber of the Elven Queen upon her requests through the gargantuan double doors. They were to consummate the peace between their people with a child. The queen was sprawled across her enormous bed in shining white linens. The knight approached unclasping his armor; which made a loud clang upon hitting the tile floor. He removed his boots at the edge of the bed and crawled up. The queen lay in anticipation as the knight stalked towards her like a predator. The knight was on top of her as he reached a hand under her garments. His broad hands took hold of the Elven Queen's supple breast and messaged it softly. The queen had a finger to her mouth as she let out heavenly sighs of content. She leaned up putting a hand to the knight's chest.

 The knight fell to his back as the Elven Queen pushed him back. She crawled on top of the knight lifting her long white skirt. The queen sat right on top of the knight's legs; fidgeting with his belt and pants. With all her effort she freed the knight's divine sword. The queen was rather impressed with the knight's size. She positioned herself over the Knight King's member and eased down on it slowly. The head slipped into the queen's vagina slowly. She hummed as she squatted lower on to the knight's penis. Once the thing was all the way in the queen she stopped. The Elven Queen wanted to get used to the shape of it. The knight's penis fit in her perfectly. She moaned as she placed her hands on the knight's chest and started to bob her hips. At first she went slowly; rolling her hips around the knight's shaft.

Once she started to become familiar with the knight's shape she moved her hips faster. The straps on her shoulders rolled down; revealing her large breasts. They hopped happily as the queen rocked her hips up and down. The knight watched her breasts intently as they bounced healthily. It was strange the Elven Queen's breasts didn't seem to sag at all; as if she had some divine magic that defied gravity. The knight reached both hands up for her breasts. He used his fingers to tweak and twist the queen's nipples. She moaned and screamed in approval of the knight's treatment. He didn't painfully play with her breasts but wasn't easy on them either. The knight had reached that even medium that made the Elven queen feel amazing.

The Elven Queen leaned forward pressing her lips to the knight's. The two of them shared a passionate kiss as the queen pounded her hips harder. The knight started to slowly pump his hip as well; but left most of the work to the queen. She was already doing quite well without his help. The queen's lips tasted of sweet strawberries and flowers. The queen could taste salt from the knight; most likely from sweat. But she didn't mind at all. She would be with this man for the rest of her life. She'd have to get used to the taste of sweat, the smell of dirt and blood, and the sound of swords clashing together in friendly contest.

The knight placed his hands on the queen's plump ass and gave it a light slap. The queen sat back up and swirled her hips. She could feel herself about to finish. The knight grunted and humped into the queen harder; he was almost done as well. The two started to kiss again as they both ejaculated at the same time. The two of them remained motionless; wanting to absorb the feeling they had for each other.

"Hey," a man said from the other side of the counter. Meifeng looked up from her book and above her glasses. "I'd like to check this out," the man said placing a book on the desk. Meifeng glared at the man as she set her book down and picked up the man's. She quickly scanned it through and picked her book back up. She looked at the time at saw it was already past seven. She sighed; her mood had been killed and she didn't have enough time to get back into the grove. She stood up and went to the erotica section of the library. She put back the book she was reading and returned to the checkout counter. All the other people were gone now and it was time to close up the library. Meifeng grabbed her bag and went out to lock up the front. She waited out front until Tara pulled up. From there the four drove off to the bar they always started ladies night out at.

Elysia handed the mocha to the customer with a polite smile. She turned to the next and asked what they were having. Just then her boyfriend walked into the coffee shop. Elysia hurried with the drink and delivered it to the customer. She walked into the back leading her boyfriend with her. She removed her apron and stuffed it in her bag. Elysia's boyfriend approached her from behind and started to grope her breasts. "No, stop it Max!" Elysia commanded.

"Oh, come on!" Max complained, "You're gonna be out all night with your friends. This is the only chance I'll get today." Elysia simply let out a frustrated sigh but protested no more as Max lifted her shirt. She had on a light yellow bra that Max had bought her. He slipped his hands under the cups of Elysia's bra. The bra could barely conceal Elysia's massive breasts. Max let them flop out. Elysia pushed some of her golden blonde hair from her face while Max continued to molest her tits. His hands slid down Elysia's hourglass shaped body and rested at her hips. Max pulled down Elysia's tight jeans and she stepped out of them. Underneath was a matching pair of yellow panties. Max simply pulled the cloth to the side and jabbed his cock into Elysia.

She let out a light sigh; but controlled her volume very well. I'm sure the customers wouldn't appreciate listening to a woman get fucked. Elysia had gotten rather well at controlling her voice. This wasn't the first time she'd done it with her boyfriend in the coffee shop. But that wasn't the only thing Max had convinced Elysia to do. Elysia had done it with Max in tons of public places. Elysia wasn't the smartest of her friends; but not to say she was a stereotypical dumb blonde. Her common sense just wasn't always the best. Max knew this and easily took advantage of Elysia.

Like now as he stabbed his cock into her; moving his hips slowly. He locked his hands on Elysia's hips and controlled her speed. "You're so tight, honey," Max commented.

"Hmm," Elysia wasn't paying him any attention. She was on her cell phone texting Tara about her current situation. Though she left out a few details. Max had his eyes closed as he started to force into Elysia harder.

"Oh, it's so good! Does it feel good for you?" Max said slapping Elysia's ass.

"Yeah, fuck me harder," Elysia said sounding almost bored. She wasn't doing this for her own enjoyment but for Max. She found herself doing this a lot. Elysia was starting to question the foundation of her relationship with Max. But she didn't need to worry about that right now. Elysia was suppose to have fun tonight. She'd figure out her boy troubles another day.

Max lifted up one of Elysia's legs into the air suspending it there. With the other hand he reached around and started to rub Elysia's clit. Even though Max was trying; Elysia wasn't anywhere near climaxing. She just wasn't in the mood; despite the fact a cock was driving into her. She just continued to play on her phone while Max had his way with her.

"I'm gonna cum," Max pulled out and stroked himself off. Elysia quickly dropped to her knees and opened her mouth up wide. She stuck her tongue out as Max rested the head of his cock on it. Hot white cum squirted out from Max's cock into Elysia's mouth. A little bit blasted out across Elysia's face and even got in her hair. Elysia sighed as she wiped the cum from her eye lid and licked her fingers clean.




Chains, Blades, and Iron Maidens



Just then one of Elysia's co-workers walked into the back room. "Oh, come on!" He turned back out when he saw Elysia on her knees half naked.

"Sorry," Elysia apologized.

The five girls had made it to their third bar. They were all sitting at the bar together drinking, joking, and laughing. "I'll be right back," Tara said as she stumbled off to the bathroom. She entered and quickly took care of her business. Just as she walked out of the stall she bumped into a guy. The two looked at each other curiously; one of them didn't belong. Tara turned her head and saw the urinals. However, another though popped into her head as she looked back at the guy. She grabbed him by his shirt and tugged him into the stall with her. She smacked her lips up to the stranger's and started to make out with him. At first he was rather confused; but why argue with a good thing? He started to go along with it; reaching his hands down and groped Tara's plump ass. She had nice wide hips; good for child birth. Tara pushed the individual back and started to unzip her pants and pulled them off. She turned around and put one foot on to the metal railing in the stall.

The man crept up behind her and put both hands on her ass and squeezed the cheeks lightly. Tara pulled her orange panties to the side and took hold of the stranger's cock. She pushed the head into her pussy lips with a drunken smile. The man slowly pumped his hips; still groping Tara's ass. Tara hummed as the cock reached into her. She brought a hand down to her clit and played with it. Her body started to get limp; she was almost passing out as this guy fucked her. Tara's leg slipped from the railing shocking her to life. She placed her leg back on the rail and hoisted her other leg up on the opposite rail. She was now squatting; with her feet locked in the railing with the arches of her stilettos. The man brought his arms up under Tara's shirt for her breasts. As he felt up from her abs to her upper chest he noticed Tara wasn't wearing a bra. She didn't have massive breasts but she wasn't completely flat chested. She had a pear shaped figure; though it wasn't as exaggerated. Her hips were wider than her upper body but not by much. Tara was rather comfortable with her body type. And she could tell this man seem to have no complaints about her figure. She turned her head; one eye drunkenly closed; and saw him staring at her ass.

The man seemed very fixated on it. Tara gave it a nice and loud slap for him. That seemed to turn the man on as he started to fuck her a little stiffer. Tara just breathed lightly as the man stuffed into her. Suddenly, there was a knock at the door of the stall. Tara nearly jumped off the man's cock from the sound.

"Is someone in here?" a voice said.

"Yeah," The man plowing Tara called out, "I'm almost done."

Tara turned a sinister glare to the man and whispered, "You better not be."

The man widened his eyes in surprise and gulped down his fear, "Actually this might take a bit."

"Oh, come on man," the voice outside the stall complained. Tara just turned her head to the one fucking her, put a finger to her lips, and shook her head. She was incredibly turned on by the fact someone was right next to her as she took a rigorous dicking in a men's bathroom. "It doesn't even sound like you're doing anything in there," the voice knocked again. Tara wanted to burst out laughing but covered her mouth with a hand. The man took hold of her hips and pounded into Tara's wet cunt with passionate force.

"I'm gonna cum," the man whispered into her ear.

"In the toilet," Tara pointed. The man pulled out and caressed himself while aiming for the toilet. Tara fingered herself as the man beat his cock just below her pussy lips. She came just as the man started to spray his jizz into the toilet. Tara pulled her pants back on and the two left the stall. The man waiting just stared at the two; Tara smiled at him and giggled as she walked out.

"All yours," the man that was fucking Tara motioned with his arms.

Tara rejoined her friends and Kenna couldn't help but ask, "What took you so long?"

"There was a long line," Tara simply replied.

Kenna looked to the girls bathroom with an eyebrow raised; there was no line Kenna could see; then back to Tara, "Whatever, let's get outta here," Kenna said and the five of them went outside.

"So where to now?" Elysia asked as they got out into the cool night, "Should we hit up another bar or call it a night?"

"Neither," Kenna announced.

"Huh," the other four all said in unison.

"We should do something new. Something fun!" Kenna stretch her arms out to the open night, "I mean don't you girls feel like you're stuck in a rut?" The other four looked at each other and shook their heads; they seemed to like the way their lives were. "Well, whatever. Just follow me," Kenna said and started down the sidewalk.

The girls wondered around for a few hours finding nothing of real interest to do. Before they realized it they were on the outskirts of the city. They were coming to the area where the rich people built their mansions; like the Littles that Naida worked for. Suddenly they came to an iron gate covered in vines. The entire property seemed unmanaged and abandoned. Kenna looked at the dusky mansion on the other side of the gate with a smile. She turned her insidious smirk to her friends. Not a single one liked what Kenna's expression entailed.

"Let's go check out the inside," Kenna said sinisterly.

The other four girls looked at each other in worry and Meifeng said, "I don't think that's a good idea."

"Oh, don't be a bunch of pussies," Kenna scoffed.

"I take offense to that," Tara laughed.

"I mean look at it. It's abandoned." Kenna gestured.

"I just don't feel like going to jail tonight," Naida said.

"And who's gonna call the cops. There isn't another house for a couple miles." The four girls looked at each other skeptically once more. "Fine!" Kenna turned to the gate and started to climb it, "I'll go by myself."

"Kenna!" Meifeng shouted at her.

"You ladies can go home any time," Kenna said as she hoisted a leg over the top of the gate. She flopped down and smiled back at her friends.

"Well," Tara shrugged, "If ya can't beat 'em join 'em."

Tara started up the gate as Naida said, "You don't have to follow her."

"You know she's right guys," Tara turned to them at the top of the gate, "We are stuck in a rut. You may wanna tell yourself otherwise; but I'm gonna be honest with myself." Tara jumped down from the gate and called out to Kenna, "Hey, wait up!"

Elysia took a deep breath and sighed before following example. Meifeng shook her head as she started after Elysia. "You guys!" Naida complained; as Elysia caught up to Kenna and Tara. "Don't leave me here by myself!" Naida shouted before climbing up the gate.

The five of them walked up to the large double doors at the front and entered; the doors were unlocked. The inside was massive and dark. But Kenna could tell that the inside seemed more maintained than the outside. "Strange," Kenna whispered to herself. The walls were covered in old paintings. And there were statues and taxidermy animals everywhere.

"It's like an art gallery in here," Meifeng commented; looking up and down the walls.

"Maybe the person who lived here last was a collector," Elysia thought.

"Shame that they're all stuck in this stuffy mansion," Kenna said looking all around the entrance room. Suddenly she noticed a corridor leading down. "Hey maybe there's a torture chamber down here," Kenna joked and pointed.

"We're not gonna go down there, are we?" Naida gulped.

"Of course we are," Kenna went straight for the corridor.

"Of course we are," Naida sighed.

The five descended the stairs slowly; it got colder as they got further down. It was incredibly dark at the bottom; they could barely see each other. Kenna noticed an oil lamp on a counter and grabbed it.

"Someone got a light?" Kenna asked seeing oil still in the lamp. Tara threw her a lighter and Kenna lit the lamp. As light raced through the room; Kenna noticed something at the back wall. She approached them and shone the light on it.

"What are those?" Naida asked as the other four walked up behind Kenna.

"There iron maidens," Kenna replied wiping dust from one of them, "They were used as torture devices in the Middle Ages." Kenna notice there were five of them in a line. Each with its own design and color pattern. The one Kenna had her hand on was black with red accents and a sort of flaming design. She turned the lamp to the other four iron maidens. One was silver and blue with waves and rivers engraved into it. Then there was a green and gray with a windy look. Next was an orange and black iron maiden that looked like a rugged stone. And finally a yellow and black with lightning bolts covering it.

"Oh, we have guests," the girls heard a man's voice from the corridor. All of them jumped and turned to see a man in a two piece black suit. He straightened his glasses and smiled at the five girls.

"Oh god! I told you we shouldn't have come here," Naida cowered behind Elysia, "Now this guy is gonna torture us and rape us!"

The man seemed offended by Naida's remark and clarified to the best of his ability, "I would never do such a thing. I haven't had any guests in years you see."

"Exactly!" Naida shouted, "You haven't had a women's touch in forever which is why you lured us down here so you could rape us!"

"We came down here on our own remember," Kenna glared at Naida.

"Oh yeah," Naida frowned.

"I swear you have an over active imagination," Kenna shook her head, "Please forgive my friend. I think she has a sick rape fetish."

"I do not!" Naida shouted.

"Anyways, what's with these things?" Kenna wondered, "They don't seem like ordinary iron maidens."

"Hmm you're very astute," the man commented Kenna; she blushed a little, "But I don't think you would believe me if I told you."

"Try me," Kenna crossed her arms in curiosity.

"Do you believe in spirits?"

"You mean like ghosts?"

"Kind of."

"I suppose so," Kenna shrugged.

"What about demons and monsters?"

"Hmm," Kenna thought about it.

"What if I told you they were all one in the same?"

"I guess I'd take your word for."

"A woman of faith, not a bad thing. Would you mind listening to a story?"

Kenna looked to her friends, "We don't have anything else going on."

"Hmm, well then this story starts in the dark ages. In those dark times spirits; or demons or whatever you want to call them; ran rampant. In particular there were five unbelievably powerful spirits. They terrorized the lands wherever they went. Each of the spirits had control over an element. The fire spirit, the water spirit, the wind spirit, the stone spirit, and the lightning spirit. Nothing seemed to be able to stop the five great spirits. Until one day a blacksmith who was also versed in magic came up with an idea to stop the spirits. The blacksmith crafted five enchanted iron maidens to seal the spirits in. He succeeded in sealing away the spirits and vowed to watch over them for all eternity. And I've been watching over them ever since."

"Wait!" Kenna stopped him, "You were the blacksmith? But that would make you hundreds of years old."

"Yes, of course," the man replied as if the concept wasn't that hard to believe.

"So these are the iron maiden's sealing those five spirits?" Kenna put a hand on the red iron maiden.

"Indeed. But the iron maidens are beginning to weaken. Not to mention all the other spirits running amuck these days. But thanks to you girls I may very well have been presented a chance to kill two birds with one stone."

"How so?" Kenna asked.

"Well, I need to find a new container for the five spirits but also come up with a way to combat the other spirits."

"And how would you do that?"

"Now this is where I need to tread carefully. And I just want to make this clear that it is completely your choice."

"Well out with it already!" Tara demanded.

"With magic I could transfer the spirits into your bodies. There they'd be trapped and you would inherit their powers. And then with that power you could fight the other spirits in this world."

"This sounds like the plot to some Power Rangers show," Kenna shrugged.

"Power Rangers?" the man didn't follow what Kenna was getting at.

"Nothing, just keep going," Kenna waved.

The man cleared his throat and began again, "Now this is the part you should know before you decide. To transfer the spirits power they'll have to impregnate you."

"Impregnate!" Naida was appalled.

"Well; they wouldn't really impregnate you; rather their power is the baby."

"That's just sick!" Naida shouted.

"I knew you wouldn't want to do it after hearing that," The man frowned and looked down to the ground.

"Now hold on," Kenna put a finger up and turned to her friends. The five of them huddled together to discuss the topic.

"You can't seriously be considering this, can you Kenna?" Naida whispered intently.

"Well think about it. If what he says is true, we'd be heroes. I mean we'd be saving the world from evil spirits!"

"Didn't you say that sound like something straight out of Power Rangers?" Naida recalled.

"Yeah, but who didn't watch that show and wanna be one," Kenna smiled. All her friends glared at her; not sharing the same thoughts, "Oh so just me then."

"Well in her defense," Tara began, "This does sound kinda cool."

"Yeah, I can agree with that," Elysia nodded.

"Meifeng," Kenna turned to her, "You read fantasy all the time. You can't tell me this doesn't appeal to you at all." Meifeng; being very much the silent type; just lowered her head in shame; Kenna knew her to well.

"But-but, what about that whole impregnation part?" Naida said still trying to get them from doing this.

"You practically get raped by your boss every day, what's so weird about this. Beside he said were not actually gonna get pregnant. Instead we're gonna become badass demon slayers!" Kenna brought a fist up

"He calls them spirits," Tara corrected her.

"Whatever! Besides, Naida you can go home anytime. The four of us will stay here and become super heroes!" Kenna exclaimed.

"I swear you read too many comic books," Elysia said.

Naida roared and finally succumbed to the peer pressure, "Fine, I'll do it!"

Kenna turned to the man and said, "Alright, we'll do it! But before we start; what's your name?"

"Ah yes, I never introduced myself. My name is Morrow, David Morrow."

"Bond. James Bond," Kenna joked; but again it seemed to go right over David's head.

"Well, we'll need to go through some preparations before we begin. Like which spirit each of you will be taking."

The girls looked at each other; the pairing was easy enough for them. Kenna said, "I'll take the fire spirit."

Next was Naida with, "I'll go with the water spirit."

Meifeng simply said, "Wind."

Elysia said, "Of course the blonde gets lightning!"

And finally Tara, "Which leaves me with stone, you assholes!"

"What?!" Kenna looked at Tara.

"I'm kidding," Tara shook her head.

"Alright, since that's decided we'll move to the next step. I'll prepare the magic circle." David explained.

"Magic circle?" Kenna questioned.

"Yes it will prevent the spirits from fleeing once they are released. And it will seduce each of the spirits so they will want to mate with you."

"Hehe, mate," Kenna giggled.

"Is this not an appropriate term nowadays?" David was curious.

"No you're fine; you can just tell you haven't been out of the house for centuries."

"Well I haven't been out of the house for centuries," David seemed rather confused with Kenna.

"And that's exactly what I mean," Kenna shook her head.

"Stop picking on him!" Elysia hit Kenna.

After about half an hour David finished all the preparations. The circle was drawn around the iron maidens with five circles on the edge of the first circle. David told each girl to stand in their respective circle. "Now, are you ladies ready?" David asked.

"Let's get fucked," Kenna replied. David looked at her not understanding what she'd just said. "Open them up," she then said blandly.

"Alright," David clapped his hands together and slapped his palms onto the edge of the circle. The chains wrapped around the iron maidens rattled as they came undone. The iron maiden's opened and the spirits stepped out from within. All five were the silhouette of a man made from their respective element. Kenna was rather impressed with the stature of her flaming man. She could see eyes made from fire staring her down. The flame man crept up to her as Kenna turned around. All the girls had a post to bend over on; which they all did. Their asses faced the spirits as they approached. Kenna felt the spirit's blazing hand set on her nude ass. Despite the intensity of the flames they didn't burn Kenna; rather just an extreme warmth.

Naida felt watery mitts grab her from behind; it felt like running water. The spirit stuck his cock into her forcefully. Its cock was dripping wet and was filling her pussy with water. As the water spirit moved its hips Naida felt like she had a running shower head shoved in her. It seemed like a river was pouring right into her. And with every stroke she could feel water gush out of her. As the water discharged from Naida's cunt it ran down her legs.

Meifeng gasped as the wind spirit plunged his wind current cock into her. It was a strange feeling for her. It didn't feel like a cock was in her at all; but it wasn't like there was nothing in there. The best way she could explain it was it was like a vacuum. She could feel powerful air rushing into her, and then suck out. This constant sucking and blowing was very exotic but also felt bizarrely erotic.

Tara was getting smashed by the stone spirit's rugged rock cock. She had never had anything as hard and jagged in her pussy before. Luckily the rough edges of the stone spirit's cock didn't cut into Tara's pussy. Rather it scraped deep secret parts Tara never knew existed. The hips of the spirit crashed into Tara's magnificent ass leaving a sizable red mark. Tara didn't much mind the pain; it just added to the fun.

Elysia didn't look to be having as much fun as the other girls. Her entire body was spasming; especially her cunt. As the lightning spirit plowed into Elysia; she could feel currents of electricity flowing through her. She felt little pops and snaps in her cunt like little electric shocks. Her hips were shaking wildly as she almost had no control over her body. But despite how she might look; Elysia was having the time of her life. Her boyfriend couldn't ever compare to this feeling.

Kenna couldn't believe the heat she felt inside her cunt right now. She could feel the flames of the fire spirit's cock whipping around like a camp fire in the breeze. It was strange having the flame tails brush against her vaginal walls like hot feathers. And the heat produced by the spirit was intense. Sure a normal cock had a substantial heat and became even hotter with the friction of sex. But this; this was unlike any cock she'd had before. Her cunt was burning up from the spirit's blazing cock. But the fire spirit's cock was just like its hands; they didn't actually burn Kenna's flesh. It just radiated a magnificent heat.

All the girls were singing out in joy as the spirits fucked them intently. The power of the spirits was nearly too much for the poor girls' minds. Each of them could see why having these things running rampant could be a bad thing. Normal woman wouldn't stand a chance if they were taken by these spirits. Even Kenna herself felt her mind going blank as it gave into the pleasure. And the remnants of alcohol in her system probably didn't help in building up her resolve. The same could be said for all the girls. Perhaps we should have done this when we were sober, Kenna thought to herself. Well it was too late for that now.




Chains, Blades, and Iron Maidens



Kenna turned her head back to the spirit and watched it as it drove into her. She was about ready to cum. Amazing, Kenna thought, To think some ghost could make me cum. Though I guess it's not just some ghost. She sang out as she came and she heard all her friends begin to sound off as well. They all were being forced to climax by these wonderful terrible spirits. Kenna rested her face on her post as they spirit kept hammering into her. Suddenly she felt; what seemed like; magma pour straight into her womb. But the lava didn't melt away her flesh; just filled her with warmth she'd never feel again.

Naida screamed out as a river flowed into her from the spirit; it blasted out of her sopping wet cunt like a hose. Meifeng felt an expanding air rush into her; she felt like her womb was going to blow up like a balloon. Tara cringed as she felt abrasive sand fill up in her cunt; the stone spirit rubbing it into her vaginal walls. Elysia convulsed as she felt a bolt of lightning ricochet inside her cunt and zap into her womb. Suddenly all five of the spirits sucked up inside of the girls; disappearing.

"It worked!" David cheered; he'd been watching the whole thing intently. Surprisingly though, he didn't have an erection at all. All of the girls were exhausted; they lay on the post breathing heavily. "Good job girls," David smiled at them.

"Well then ladies," David began once the five of them had time to recuperate, "Now it's time you learned how to awaken the power of the spirits."

"Awaken the power?" Kenna asked.

"Yes. Draw it out so that you can use it. Once you've learned how to do this you'll be able to call upon the power of the spirits at anytime. Now I want you all to close your eyes. Clear your minds of all thoughts."

"That's impossible for Kenna," Elysia joked.

"Shut up," Kenna hit her.

"Once your mind is clear; focus on your element. I want you to picture it in your head. Focus on it and begin to feel it deep inside you."

The girls did as they were instructed. Kenna could see a raging fire in a black void space. The fire shone so bright it could be seen from the farthest deepest darkness. She could feel her body heat up from the core. Suddenly her entire body was engulfed in a fiery blaze. The flames burned away quickly. But as they passed they formed into clothes around Kenna. She wore a red leather jacket with flame embroidering. She also had a fire designed bikini top, belled jeans with flames up to her knees, and black high heel boots. "Whoa, cool!" Kenna said as she checked herself out from head to toe.

Naida felt like water was running down her whole body as a tornado of liquid swirled around her. The water formed in to a silver long sleeved blouse. A long blue scarf hung around her neck. She had a short silver skirt and blue and white stripped stockings reaching up to her thighs.

Wind circled around Meifeng whipping her long black hair around. She kept a grasp on her glasses so they wouldn't blow away. The gusts cleared and Meifeng was dressed in an elegant green and silver dress. It had a long skirt with a split down the left leg. Her blouse was bulky and robe like. Meifeng was certainly the most modestly dressed.

Tara was now wearing orange chaps with a black thong. She also had on an orange tube top and detached sleeves. While Elysia was in a yellow and black double collared vest and leather pants.

"Very good," David clapped, "You now have control over your spirit."

"What's up with these duds?" Kenna asked still examining herself.

"Excuse me?"

"The clothes," Elysia clarified.

"Oh, yes they are made from the element of the spirits. Though they look simple they should act as armor whenever you fight other spirits. They're also formed from you perception. They take the shape of what you find appealing. You should be able to change your appearance at anytime."

"Oh really," Kenna grinned and started to focus. Flames surrounded her again and formed into a tiny red bikini. David's nose began to bleed as Kenna struck a pose. He quickly turned away blushing and wiped his nose. "You act like you've never seen a woman before," Kenna laughed.

"Not one so-," David paused, "Anyway we have one more thing to take care of. Follow me." David started to walk down a corridor and the five girls followed after him. They came into a room with a burning forge and weapons coating the walls. The girls noticed a shriveled figure with skinny arms and mummified gray skin hammering away at a piece of steel.

"Whoa, shit," Kenna jumped forward slapping her wrists together and began to scream out, "Ka-me!" A fire ball developed in her hands.

"Wait!" David jumped in front of Kenna with his arms up, "You don't have to worry about him!"

"But he's a zombie!" Kenna shouted, "He must be a spirit!"

"Yes he is," David explained, "But this will be the first important lesson the five of you will learn. Not all spirits are malevolent like the five trapped in the iron maidens."

"Oh," Kenna laxed up her hands and the fire ball dissipated.

"Were you really about to do what I think you were gonna do?" Elysia asked Kenna.

"What?!" Kenna scoffed.

"I swear you're a bigger nerd than Meifeng. And that's saying something," Elysia walked passed her. Meifeng looked around in confusion having not caught the subject of the matter but mention of her name.

"So what are we doing here?" Naida asked.

"You now have the elements of the spirits but you'll need more than just that to combat the other spirits. That's why we've come here. This is the Blacksmith. But you can call him the Smith."

"Alright Smithy," Kenna said.

The Smith turned to her with a dry lipped smile and said, "Interesting, no one's called me that before. I kinda like this one."

"Yes she is a very eccentric woman," David commented, "Now Smith here helped me create the iron maidens those centuries ago. And in that time we've prepared for the event that we found champions to take on the power of the spirits. So he's made a weapon for each of you to use that fits accordingly with your element. Now let's start with you. My god I never got you names."

"I'm Kenna."

"Well then Kenna; you are the Iron Flame Maiden. You will wield the Volcano Blade." Smith handed her a katana in its sheath. As Kenna drew the sword she noticed the edge was a bright red. Like it had been sitting in the fires of the forge. "That blade is enchanted to absorb the heat from your spirit. That's why the edge is burning hot. With this sword you can cut through the hardest metals like it was churned butter."

"I just love the way you talk," Kenna couldn't help but smile as she waved her sword around.

"Next is-?"

"Naida."

"Naida; you are the Iron Tide Maiden." Smith handed her two arrowhead shaped daggers. "These are the River Stingers. You can generate rivers of water from these daggers. You have a very special power; as you can control the temperature of the waters you create. You can make the coldest of ice to boiling hot water. Then we have-."

"Meifeng."

"You; Meifeng; are the Iron Wind Maiden." Smith handed her a long scythe. "This is the Air Reaper. With a single sweep of this scythe you can create the strongest winds. The blade is assisted by the power of your wind and can cut anything with concentrated air. Now you are?"

"Tara."

"Tara; the Iron Stone Maiden." Smith handed her a large double bladed axe. "The Mountain Cleaver. This axe has the weight of a mountain range but in your hands; is as light as a feather. That weight gives it the power to cut through even a mountain. And finally we have-."

"Elysia."

"Elysia; you are the Iron Bolt Maiden." Smith handed her a spear with a lightning bolt shaped spear head. "This is the Piercing Bolt. When thrown; this spear will move at the speed of light and punch through any armor. It call also generate electric storms and great bolts of lightning."

"This is just too badass," Kenna said.

"Now I'm assuming you ladies have never really used bladed weapons before?"

"Nope," Kenna answered.

"Well then, Smith will be able to train you each in how to use you weapons. But you won't become an expert over night. You'll have to come here on a regular basis to train."

"Sounds good to me," Kenna shrugged.

"How are we supposed to figure this out on our schedules? We all work during the day," Elysia brought up.

"We'll figure something out," Kenna said.

"Don't worry. Most spirits come out after dark. That's when their powers are the strongest."

"This is just gonna be way too cool," Kenna rubbed her hands together.

"Well then let's get this started," David said.

A couple walked down the dark streets looking into each other's eyes while giggling. Suddenly there was an explosion of dust behind them. The two turned and saw a white long limbed creature staring at them with yellow eyes. It bolted towards them and knocked the male into the wall of a building. The woman screamed as the creature took hold of her leg. It started to drag her off as the woman flailed about to no avail.

"Hey stretch," a woman's voice called out. The pale creature turned its sink faucet neck and head to the sound. In the middle of the road stood the five Iron Maidens. "Let the girl go," Kenna pointed her sword at the spirit. The creature turned away and continued to drag the poor innocent woman away. Until the thing's arm was severed from its body. Kenna was right next to the creature; her sword having cut off its arm. The creature roared at her and sent a punch out at Kenna. Meifeng leapt between the two twirling her scythe; creating a shield of wind that stopped the spirit's attack. Naida run up Kenna's back and used her as a jumping post. She spun in the air and threw her daggers down into the creature's feet; freezing them to the floor. As Naida landed behind the beast Elysia cocked back and threw her spear at it. The spear pierced through the spirits chest leaving a cavity. Then Tara finished it off descending on the creature with her axe; cleaving the thing in half.

The five girls jeered and high fived each other on their successful mission. The innocent girl looked up to them and asked, "Who are you guys?"

"Us?" Kenna turned to her; as the five of them took up a group pose, "We're-, The Iron Maidens!"

The End



Chains Ch. 01



Her hands chained to the wall above her head, ball gag in her mouth, a vibrator strapped to her clit. She squirmed as her pussy juices dripped on the floor. This was her punishment for disobeying her master. She was supposed to have the house cleaned up by the time he got back, but she didn't. Her master came downstairs, knelt in front of her and just watched her for a minute. He then began to slide his fingers inside her soaked pussy. He saw the puddle of juices that was on the floor, quickly stood up and said, 

"You dirty bitch, what a mess you have made on my floor." 

He took the ball gag out of her mouth, grabbed her by the throat and said, 

"What do you have to say for yourself?" 

In a very low voice between gasping for air she said, 

"I'm sorry master, I will clean it up." 

He slapped her breasts until they were red, unhooked the chain from the wall forced her to the floor and said, 

"Lick it up you little slut." 

He pushed on the back of her head forcing it to the floor, 

"Start licking."

"No, I won't." she said sobbing.

He pushed her face to the floor and screamed at her.

"You will listen to me or else. After 2 years you are forgetting what I have taught you?"

He pulled her off of the floor told her.

"Go get cleaned up, we have company coming."

She ran up the stairs and washed her pussy with a wash cloth that she found in the bathroom. She was so horny and she wanted to cum so badly. She knew that if she did her master would punish her and she didn't want that. He walked in the bathroom grabbed her by the arm and without a word dragged her into the living room.

"Get next to the couch, on all fours."

She looked at him and was about to speak, he pulled her head back by her hair and said,

"You've let me down Middy, I'm considering selling you."

He pushed her head back down; and said,

"You're disgusting."

He went into the bedroom and changed his clothes. A few minutes later the doorbell rang. Master Black walked out, put a ball gag and collar on her and told her not to move, or make a sound. If she did she would never forget her punishment. 

He opened the door. There was a young girl and an older man standing in the doorway. The man said, 

"Are you the trainer?" 

They came into the house. This is what her master did he trained "pets", and this was he's newest client. Her name was Sandi; Master Black greeted them and introduced himself as Master Geoff Black. Only other Masters are allowed to call him that.

"This is my pet Middy." He pointed to her by the couch. 

They all came in and went into the kitchen area, Geoff sent Sandi into the room, to undress for her first part of training. She did as she was told. 

"Middy, get in here!" Geoff yelled. 

Middy quickly crawled in the kitchen. 

"Show Mr. John McFerrin what a good pet you are while I go see how Sandi is doing."

McFerrin grabbed her collar and told her to suck on his cock until they came back; Middy did as she was told. She undid his pants and took out his hard cock, he removed her gag and she began to suck on his cock. He then turned Middy around, bent her over the table and began fucking her and slapping her ass. 

"Yeah, you like that don't you? How would you like to have your ass fucked?"

Middy did as she was suppose to do, and she said, 

"Yes please, please fuck my ass hole."

He didn't have any lubrication, he said, 

"My cock is not wet enough yet, he fucked he pussy a bit more, then without notice he slammed it in her ass."

Middy bit her lip, the pain was almost unbearable, but she didn't want to disappoint her master again. So she took the pain, until her master came back. McFerrin stopped fucking her and said. 

"Damn she's so tight, and so obedient, I can't wait until Sandi is trained like her." 

He then pushed Middy away, put his cock back in his pants and went to talk business with Master Black.

After Mr. McFerrin was gone, Master Black went to talk to Middy, he said,

"I'm very proud of you Middy. Did he treat you ok?"

Middy shook her head and looked at the floor, she began to cry. 

Master looked at her and could see that she was in great pain. He grabbed for her hand and led her into her room. He got her cleaned up and put medication on her ass, and told her that she could rest for a bit, while he started Sandi's training.

He went into his bedroom and told Sandi to get up on his bed, he said, 

"Get on all 4's." 

She did as she was told, 

"I'm going to first show you what to expect in the next 3 weeks."

He took his rock hard cock out and slammed it in her pussy. Sandi screamed, he slapped her ass and said, 

"This is your 1st lesson."

He got off the bed and said, 

"You will not make a noise unless I tell you to, just for screaming you will be punished". He pulled a long thin stick out of the closet and slapped her ass with it, Sandi tried not to make a noise but it hurt so much that she yelled in pain. 

"Every time you make a sound I will hit you twice more."

He hit her again, no noise. And again, Sandi didn't make a sound. 

"Good!" He said smiling."

He climbed back on the bed, put some lubrication on her ass hole and began pressing the head of his cock against it. 

"Have you ever been fucked up the ass before?"

She shook her head no.

He said, 

"If you feel like screaming, or moaning you may go ahead."

Sandi said, 

"Thank you, master."

He slowly slid his cock in, Sandi moaned very low. She was trying to relax as he slid it in further and further, then he jabbed it in quickly. Sandi, screamed. 

"Yeah you like that don't you?"

Sandi moaned, 

"Oh, oh yeah."

He continued to fuck her ass hole, until he was about to cum, then he got her to suck all of the cum out of his cock.

She was about to get off of the bed, when Geoff pushed her back down and said, 

"Not until you have swallowed it all." 

She squirmed and shook her head no. 

"Swallow it all, right now, or I will tape your mouth shut until you do."

Sandi closed her eyes and swallowed. 

"Good girl." Geoff said. "Now go get yourself cleaned up and ready for lunch."

She went into the bathroom and cleaned up. 

Geoff went to check on Middy, she was lying on the floor. He knelt on the floor next to her and asked, 

"Why are you lying on the floor?"

"It hurts so badly master, the pain from my ass and my pussy is aching from listening to you with Sandi. You are training her for yourself aren't you? You're going to give me to her master and keep her for your self." She said sobbing.

He grabbed her by her hair and said, 

"You're talking foolishness. I'm not going to give you up for her. I have you right where I want you."