0 comments/  40321 views/  2 favorites

Glory, Glory Hallelujah

By: p_p_man



Kristen walked down the corridor, her bare feet sinking into the plush, deep blue carpet. The two large men on either side of her made her more aware of her nakedness but she knew that it was too late to go back now. Only a few short months ago she was living at home in Oklahoma. Keeping two jobs going and with the pleasure of the internet waiting for her when she finished for the day. The internet. That's how it had all started. A quick surf into one of her favourite story sites and she came across "The Chess Game". A short, strange story of two men controlling women on a chess board. But to her it was like a blow to the stomach.

For a long time the hidden feelings she had kept deep within herself had led to frustration and anger. Frustration because her desires were so extreme that she daren't tell anyone about them and anger that she didn't know how to satisfy them. She had tried explaining once to an ex boyfriend but he just suggested that she should get help. After that, confused and with her desires threatening to run out of control, she didn't mention how she really felt to anyone else. Until she read "The Chess Game".

On a whim she had contacted the author and within days found she was telling him things on the internet she couldn't tell anyone else face to face.

They had struck up an on-line friendship based on heavy sexual needs and desires and before she knew it she was on a plane to London and here she was. She half smiled. Well not quite as fast as that but fast enough. The man on her left reached down and took her left breast in his huge hand and began squeezing and pulling at the flesh gently. The man on her right did the same with the other one, She gave an involuntary shiver at this intimate touch by two strangers, and a pang of desire, shot suddenly through her loins. They had nearly come to the last door in the corridor and with both men tweaking her nipples making them jut outwards like two hard little bullets, her juices began to flow.

They stopped and one of the men turned the door handle. It swung open and, still holding her by her breasts, they led her inside. She saw a single, normal looking, hard-backed chair in the centre of the room and this where the men made her sit, finally letting go of her aching, tingling flesh. Her breathing was coming in short, sharp pants as her mind, anticipating what was to come, jumped ahead of her body. The familiar knot in her guts was beginning to tighten as her sexual awareness grew stronger. Her nerve endings became increasingly sensitive.

One of the men put his hand into her mouth and pulled her jaws apart. She complied. She wasn't going to fight this. It was what she had always wanted. The second man bent down until his face was opposite her gaping mouth, then with a grunt of satisfaction, he placed two parts of a dental restraint into her mouth, behind her teeth. The first man took the threads that were hanging down on either side of her face and swiftly drew them behind her head, clipping them together with the tiny hook and eye embedded in the cloth. Then they stood back and looked at her.

She couldn't close her mouth and already saliva was beginning to flow, forcing her to swallow as best she could. Hands reached forward and adjusted the restraint. She felt her jaws widen even further until her mouth was like a large, dark cavern. One more adjustment and her jaws were finally held gaping apart as far as they could go. She tried to ease them slightly but found they were too firmly gripped for that. Then she really knew this was for real. She relaxed. At last, she thought, at long, long last. It begins.

The men led her to one of the walls of the room and made her kneel on the carpet facing it. She was surprised at just how soft the carpet was. She sank until it folded over the backs of her calves. Her arms were pulled behind her back and her wrists shackled together with velvet covered cuffs. She felt no pain. Just an ever growing feeling of restraint. And excitement. One of them went to the wall and uncovered three holes placed in triangular formation. They then made her shuffle forward until her naked, trembling body was almost touching the obstacle. Both men took a breast each and fed the two, plump, throbbing mounds through the holes at the bottom of the triangle. It was a tight fit, but with a jump, she felt other hands on the other side of the wall take hold of them and pull them through. As they did she was forced to shuffle forward continuously until the whole of her naked, slightly sweating body, was flat against the warm surface. Her gaping mouth hovered opposite the third hole. Her breasts, gripped tightly at the base, were now exposed in the other room in all their distended glory.

It slowly dawned on her what it was they were going to do and, with the realisation, her vagina flooded a stream of lubrication that seeped down over her thighs. The sexual knot in her gut gave an extra twist and she groaned as her excitement suddenly intensified.

Her anticipation was justified as her head was pushed forward until her lips were giving the remaining opening a bizarre open mouthed kiss. Tentatively she tested her tongue and stretched it out until it reached its limit. She ran it around the rim of the hole and discovered the wall was only a few centimetres thick. She felt a slight cooling movement of air caress the wriggling, saliva covered organ. Withdrawing it she licked her upper lip, tasting the salty sheen that had formed. A large leather sling was placed at the back of her head and the four cords with ring eyelets, two on either side, were in turn securely fastened to four hooks fastened in the wall. A few quick adjustments and she was ready.

Carefully she tried to move her head but found the men had done their job well. She was completely immobile. Helpless to do anything to stop what was about to happen. She had never felt so…so vulnerable. She could do nothing now but wait until it was all over. She was a passive, open-mouthed fuck machine.

The men left, turning out the light and closing the door behind them. She was in complete darkness. A few moments later she heard, on the other side of the wall, the sounds of men, many, many men entering the room next door. As the first long, thick cock slid into her mouth and lodged at the back of her throat before beginning its thrusting movements, she managed one sigh of pleasure before she gave herself up completely.

Her journey had begun.

END

Glory, Glory Hallelujah!



I'm a gay man who loves to suck cock. Redundant, you might think, but not all gay men love to suck cock. Go figure! But I do, so when I first heard about gloryholes, I thought that sounded great. I could suck a guy's cock, never have to see his face or body, never have to form a relationship of any kind, and in the end I'd get a mouthful of warm, thick cum, no strings attached. And the guy on the other side of the wall would get a great blowjob, and all he would care about is the warm wet mouth sucking his cock and coaxing out a big sticky load. Win win, right?

Trouble is, I kept thinking about the negatives. What about STDs? What if the guy wasn't clean, or had a tiny little dick? What if he was on the other side, hoping to suck a nice hard dick and get a big juicy mouthful? That wasn't the scenario I had in mind.

So, for a long time I resisted the temptation. One time, after I had too much to drink, I did actually go to an adult arcade, get into a gloryhole booth, and give an anonymous blowjob. It was fun, and I was hoping for more than one, but it didn't work out that way, that time. But the thought was still there. Not an obsession, exactly, but an idea I couldn't let go.

What made me change my mind about the negatives is this. I sometimes meet guys through Craigslist who will let me suck their cocks with no reciprocation. Don't ask me why, but that seemed less risky than blowing some stranger at an arcade. 

But the more I thought about it, the more I thought there wasn't much difference at all. Sure, a guy on the internet might tell me he was clean, ddf, all that. But who knew, really? Plus, at a gloryhole I might be able to suck multiple guys, swallow multiple loads, be a total cocksucking cum eating slut, and no one would ever know.

Well, you know where this is leading, don't you? I had a few drinks one night, got properly horned up, and headed out for the local adult bookstore. I wore a tee shirt and gym shorts, no underwear, and sandals. I was planning to get naked, suck as many cocks as possible, swallow a gallon of cum if I could, and I didn't want to mess up any of my better clothes.

When I got to the bookstore, there were several cars in the parking lot, which I took as a good sign. I went in, hung around in the gay video section a bit just to get my bearings, then headed back to the arcade. In our state the machines take real money, so there was no need to buy tokens first. A great feature, in my opinion.

I walked back along the row of booths, checking out which were in use, and where the gloryhole booths were located. I found one that was open, and noticed that the booth next door was also free. There were a few other guys in the hallway, and I think they were watching to see where I would go, but maybe that was just wishful thinking.

Anyway, I went into the booth, locked the door behind me, and put some money into the machine. I wasn't really there to watch videos, but I knew you were expected to keep the machines busy while you were in the booths. I found a video that was somewhat interesting, a white guy getting fucked by several black guys. I took off my clothes, played with myself a little, and sat there thinking, What next?

I heard the door open to the adjoining booth, and I had my answer. The guy next door undressed, found a channel to his taste, got himself hard, then stuck his cock through the hole. Perfect! I ran my hand up and down his shaft, saw some precum ooze out of the tip of his cock, and took it into my mouth. Heaven! I was in heaven, for sure.

I sucked him slowly, trying to keep him going for a little while, but he was in a hurry, it seemed. He got harder, and I could tell he was really close, so I just kept working his cock with my lips and hands, urging him on to his climax. I felt his cock swell up in my mouth, felt it throb between my lips, then he let go and my mouth was filled with thick cream. I swallowed it all, as he pumped more and more into my mouth.

Then he was finished. He pulled his cock out of my mouth, put his clothes back on, and left. I wished I could suck him more, get him to cum in my mouth again, swallow all he could give me.

He left his booth, I heard some conversation in the hallway, than someone new came into the booth next door. I was careful not to look into the booth, careful not to see who was there. I held my mouth near the gloryhole, offering it to my neighbor, sight unseen.

There was a slight pause while he got undressed and found a channel on the video system, then a cock came through the hole. Uncut, nice size, sorta thick, absolutely suckable. I took him in my mouth and sucked him, feeling his cock grow longer and harder. I love that, feeling a cock go from soft or semi to long and hard, all thanks to something I was doing with my lips and tongue.

I sucked him for a long time, or so it seemed, before he was ready to explode. Not complaining, I love to suck a nice hard cock, and it doesn't matter much to me how long it takes for the guy to cum. As long as he does cum, eventually. And when this guy did cum, it was a real gusher. I rarely have trouble swallowing a guy's complete load, but this was the exception that proves the rule. Cum came leaking out of my mouth, down my chin, even onto my chest. Gotta love it!

Then he was finished. He left the booth, said something to a guy waiting outside, and I was ready to go again.

OK, so that gets me to number three. About that time I lost track of who I was blowing, or the details. Cocks just kept coming through the gloryhole and I just kept sucking them. I know I gave at least 5 blowjobs, probably more like 7 or 8. I remember there was one guy, maybe more than one, who wanted to fuck me. And I wasn't ready to go there, but maybe another time.

The last guy I remember was a black guy, pretty hung but not the footlong donkey dick black guys always seem to have in porn. Just a nice 9 inches, uncut, pretty thick, hard as a rock. I took him in my mouth, slid my lips up and down the shaft, loving the feeling of his cock sliding across my lips and down my throat. I tongued and licked his balls, ran my tongue up and down the shaft of his cock, worked my way down to his asshole. I half expected him to stop me, but when he didn't I ran my tongue all around his asshole, then worked it in a little at a time.

Soon his anus was open and my tongue was buried inside. I rimmed his ass for quite a while, until my tongue was working in and out easily, tongue fucking him. I slipped a finger into his ass, and at the same time began sucking him vigorously. That was all it took.

I felt his cock swell up, his anus tightened around my finger, then he began to shoot a huge load into my mouth. I swallowed as fast as I could, and not much got away. My friend let me suck him for another minute or two, then pulled back.

He put his clothes on, whispered "Thanks!" and left. I could have stayed longer, sucked more cocks, swallowed more cum, but that seemed like a good stopping place. I got dressed again and left. There were a few guys hanging out in the hallway, and I felt sorry to leave them hanging, but----.

So. I sucked at least 5 cocks, maybe as many as 7 or 8. I got several mouthfuls of cum, could have taken more, but no complaints. Will I do this again? No doubt! Is it any more, or less, risky than Craigslist? Who knows! All I know is, I will definitely come back and suck as many cocks as I can get my lips around!



Glory, Glory, Hallelujah Ch. 2



The six men led by Jimmy Lee came to the closed door.

"Are you sure this is the one?" asked Wan Ki, "we don't want to go walking in on the wrong girl. You know what happens to guys who make mistakes."

"Fuck off you arsehole, sure I'm sure. Last one on the right he said and last one on the right this is."

"OK. Go on then if you're going to."

Jimmy looked at his cousin with something like distaste. He'd never liked him, even as a kid, and as they had grown older he had liked him even less. But, he sighed, family is family.

"Have we got everything?" he asked them and they all nodded and held up the small leather cases they were carrying. "Right, let's go."

He opened the door and fumbled for the light switch. Quickly they entered the small room and closed the door behind them. They all saw her at the same time. Moulded to the wall like she was part of it, her wrists tied behind her back, they saw how her sweating, naked flesh rippled constantly from the back of her flushed neck to her knees. If she had been standing the tremors would have reached her ankles, they had no doubt about that, but she was kneeling on the thick pile of the carpet, her face turned away from them towards the wall.

"Christ I fucking love the Glory Hole," said Joe, "they just don't know what's coming at them next do they?"

The group laughed at his joke and approached Kristen.

They surrounded her and watched curiously as a gush of white sperm poured down her chin to join the dried and drying deposits already there. It left trails of stickiness on the wall that was already heavily stained with the stuff. Some of the more heavy loads had dropped in long threads to her chest where it had congealed against her skin. They all heard the withdrawal of the cock from her mouth and the rasping breaths she took once her mouth was free. And they all heard the breathing change pitch as she used her already running nose to breath as best she could, as the next cock pushed through the glory hole, into her mouth and over her tongue to lodge at the back of her throat.

Two of them liked the next bit and bent even closer to the immobile girl and watched her throat expand as the long, wide intruder slid into her gullet.

"Christ," said Joe, "this guys built like a bloody horse. Look how far he's got into her."

They listened as the sounds of the saliva filled and spunk-lined mouth, slurping and swallowing, reached them faintly from the trapped girl. They watched as her throat involuntarily gagged as she was mouth fucked by the unseen man on the other side of the wall. All six were now standing, playing with their pricks which had grown rock hard in the few minutes they had been in the room. They ran their hands over her body, massaging the sweat as it ran down her skin. Her back, belly, cunt and buttocks were stroked. She jerked against their touch, trying to keep herself in contact with the constantly moving hands. She was raised slightly and her buttocks spread apart. Wan Ki lowered his head quickly and thrust his tongue at her tiny arsehole. More spunk poured from her mouth and the group heard a soft moan as her mouth cleared for a moment before being fucked again by another, unseen stranger.

She moved her buttocks from side to side as Wan Ki thrust his tongue forward and gained a small entry into her twitching anus. Other hands played with her cunt making the juices flow in even more abundance than they were already. Four fingers from two hands entered her cunt and began a soft in and out movement. Cocks were now rubbing over her flesh, the men stroking them as, one by one they added their own sperm to her reddening flesh. Her face and neck were covered by three of them and her belly by the others. More spunk flowed down her chin. This time as her mouth cleared the group heard a loud wail of pleasure, quickly drowned out by the sounds of men laughing and cheering on the other side of the wall. Again her throat was blocked.

Satisfied for the moment the group opened the bags they had brought with them. A large syringe filled with oil was inserted into her anus and the plunger pressed down. Her rectum contracted around the warm liquid as it was forced into her body. Her lower body bucked slightly. Another syringe filled her vagina with the same warm soft liquid, making it into a soft slippery receptacle. They pushed a long, wide vibrator into it and turned the toy on to minimum. More spunk poured down her chin.

The perspiration on her skin was running in small rivulets down her body making the carpet damp as it dropped onto the pile. Her spunk-covered face was beetroot red and her belly sucked in and out like a piston as the vibrator continued its soft, buzzing, penetration. Finally they poured oil over their hands and in circular motions rubbed it into her skin until she was shining, reflecting the light from the overhead lamp. When it was rubbed onto her neck her throat was again being fucked and the hands could feel the movement of the cock through the skin as it thrust in and out, each time pushing further into her gullet.

The men had long ago discarded the robes they had been wearing when they had first entered the room and now they rubbed and stroked their cocks with oil until soon they all became rigidly hard once again. The vibrator was turned up to medium speed and Kristen's body jerked and bucked. Her body movements restricted by her puffed, distended breasts that had been pulled into the other room.

She was raised once again off her haunches and Jimmy Lee, without preliminaries pushed his cock into her arsehole. As it slid through her sphincter muscle Kristen held still, only her belly making violent jerking movements, but as it slid deep into her rectum she acted as if a switch had been thrown. As best she could, she thrust backwards, impaling herself on Jimmy's cock as it began a fast fucking motion. And the vibrator in her vagina brought her to her first massive orgasm, even as more sperm from another unseen mouth-fucker flowed over her lips.

"Jeez…" Jimmy murmured as he felt the firm grip of her rectum encircle his thrusting organ. "Oh my good Jeez…" His own body began to perspire and as he felt the pressure build up in his balls he put both arms around her jerking body and pulled it roughly towards his invading loins. "Shhaaash." His breath expelled as his balls finally pounded against her hot buttocks. Other hands pulled the two globes apart and they all watched as Jimmy's cock split Kristen's arsehole, stretching it to a size it had never been before. They heard the girl breathe briefly through her mouth and gabble something unintelligible just before another faceless stranger cut off her scream of ecstasy. Jimmy scrabbled and scratched at her jerking body, not caring if he caused pain, just wanting to find the release that was building up inside him. 

He put his head forward and bit and nibbled at her neck, shoulders and ears. He groaned one more time and went rigid as the spunk began to flow from him into the girl's twitching, gripping rectum. He felt as if he was emptying his very soul into the compliant body as ejaculation followed ejaculation. "JEEEZ!" he said a third time. His heart slowed but his breathing still came in ragged gasps as finally he fell away from the jerking female to fall backwards onto the carpet. He couldn't move, but just lay there, an arm over his eyes. As he slowly became fully aware again he got onto his hands and knees, shaking his head from side to side. Then as his breath slowed he glanced over at the girl to see Danny taking his turn at the now open arsehole. Danny was the biggest built of the group and as her buttocks were again pulled apart Jimmy could see her anus making clutching movements as it fluttered in spasmodic jerks around the monster cock that was buried deep in her bowels.

Each time Danny withdrew as a preliminary to another mighty thrust forward, they all saw the sperm dragged from her newly fucked hole. It ran down her thighs in small rivers of sticky white until the flow was temporarily stopped by another forward push of Danny's huge cock. He wanted to watch himself buggering the girl, so he wrapped his large hands around the tops of her thighs, using his fingers to play with her vibrator engorged cunt as he leant back slightly and looked down.

He loved seeing women squirm on his enormous size and he loved to hear them begging for more as he pistoned in and out like a steam engine. And most of all he loved using their arses. He closed his eyes as his control left him and he too began filling her with wad after wad of sperm to mix with Jimmy's, still churning around inside her. Hands went to her belly to feel the contractions as she accepted this second load of male seed. The movements of a woman filled with lust fascinated the group and they liked nothing better than to watch a female come again and again from multiple orgasms, as her body became a plaything of her mind.

More spunk from a participant in the next room poured down her chin and more spunk from Danny filled her bowels. Eventually he slowed down and then stopped, edging himself backward to give clear space between himself and the mound of reddening, sweating flesh that was Kristen. Before the third member took his place they all watched the outpourings from her dilated anus. Three of them took photographs. Then once again she was subjected to a relentless anal fuck as Wan Ki took his turn.

Her body was beginning to show signs of the abuse she was undergoing. Her skin was covered in a crosshatch of scratches from the small of her back down the sides of her body to her upper thighs. Her buttocks were red and marked with the imprints of hands from the many times they had been mauled, and when Joe gently lifted one of her eyelids he saw her eyes were filled with red veins and mirrored the uncontrollable lust she was experiencing. The whole of the front of her chin and most over the upper parts of her chest were now caked in a thin white covering of spunk. Each new deposit flowing from her fucked mouth built up on the ones that were already dried, or drying on her skin. Her shoulder length hair was now plastered to her skull with sweat making her look curiously small and vulnerable.

As the final three fucked her arse the cameras were brought more into use. Photographs were taken of her constantly leaking anus, her lips being drowned in a constant flow of spunk, the cunt juices that flooded her thighs from the non-stop working of the vibrator. The camcorder took the moving shots of her anus gripping the final cocks and then trying to grip the empty space when the cocks had withdrawn. Every flutter and every tremor of her cunt lips were recorded. And every inch of her marked body and face.

Before they left Jimmy and his group filmed themselves masturbating over her body and rubbing the spunk into her skin, especially her face. They briefly discussed taking the vibrator with them but, remembering their instructions, they raised it one notch higher to fast and left it where it was. They watched for a few moments as Kristen jerked into another mind crushing orgasm then they went as quickly as the had come.

Turning off the light behind them they left Kristen still receiving her internal bukkake.

END



Glory, Glory, Hallelujah Ch. 3



Dear Reader. 

I've heard that all the best authors start off that way when they want to write a personal note. So I thought what's good for the best is good enough for me. 

This story has been written as an entry into the Literotica 2002 Survivor competition. As the rules require that authors submit a story to each category I have submitted this to BDSM. 

The trouble with rules is that they're to be followed and so the previous two stories concerning Kristen and her search for debasement have been placed in different categories. If you want to read this Chapter first then please do so, but if you want to follow the tale from the beginning here are where the previous two chapters have been placed: 

Glory, Glory Hallelujah! - Erotic Couplings Glory, Glory Hallelujah! Chapter 2 - Group Sex 

Hope you enjoy them… 

And don't forget to vote! 

p_p_man 

* * * * * 

They came and released Kristen three hours after Jimmy and his group had left. Although she wasn't aware of it the men in the next room had stopped coming in fifteen minutes earlier and she hadn't had a cock thrusting deep into her throat since then. 

They had to be careful how they unfastened the head restraints as the copious amounts of cum that covered her chin and chest acted as an adhesive, bonding firmly with the equal amounts of cum covering the wall. But with a soft damp cloth they wiped around the area until she could be pulled into the centre of the room without tearing her skin. Next came the vibrator. 

Her legs didn't need to be opened, they were already splayed wide apart, accommodating the continuously buzzing sex tool as it brought her, yet again to a massive orgasm. As it reached its peak she gave a small moan and her eyelids fluttered briefly as she felt the gut clenching spasm sweep through her entire body. They waited until it was over then swiftly removed the toy from a widely dilated vagina. Immediately her thighs were soaked with streams of lubricating juices that had been trapped inside her. 

Then they lifted her onto the hospital trolley and wheeled her out of the room. 

"Let her sleep for a while " said one of them. 

They pushed the trolley into an elevator that took them down three flights. Then they wheeled her through a door with the number 16 moulded from brass screwed to it. They fastened her body to the trolley with wide, leather straps and left her there to gain what sleep she could… 

four hours later… 

Kristen swung upside down tethered by her ankles to the rope that dangled from the ceiling. This was her idea and she was determined to go through with it even though she was unsure of what exactly was going to happen next. Her long auburn hair reached the floor brushing along the concrete with each movement of the rope. A blindfold effectively cut out the sight of the small room filled with strangers, all men, who had quietly been taking their places on the hard wooden chairs facing the slightly raised stage. Her arms had been pulled behind her back so that her wrists could be manacled together, not too tightly, but secure enough to keep them pinioned against the naked flesh at the small of her back. 

She swung gently. Her breasts, hanging down from her rib cage, hardly moved except for the disturbance caused by her shallow breathing. Her nipples were hard and extended as a mixture of cool air and sexual excitement kept them in a state of anticipation. She swung as the man entered the room from a side door. 

She heard his footsteps approaching. His metal capped heels a menacing clicking sound on the concrete. The audience had grown still and silent. Not a sound could be heard in the cellar save for the sound of his steps. Then Kristen heard the mass intake of breath as the audience saw something that excited them. 

Rivulets of sweat were running freely down her flesh, making her skin itch as they passed over her body, towards her upturned chin and finally to run up her face to her hairline. Her long strands of hair turned darker with the accumulation of liquid and she had a crazy desire to immerse herself in a tub of cold water to cool her body down and rid herself of the constant irritation. 

Swiiishhh! 

The blow against her vulnerable body sent it swinging wildly at the end of the rope. Her breath expelled in an uncontrolled explosion of air leaving her lungs empty. 

Swiiishhh!! 

A harder, more vicious blow, that caught her across her waist just above the flair of her buttocks. This time her lungs filled to bursting with air, but only for a second. Her scream, loud and shrill emptied them again. The high-pitched shriek assaulted the ears of the audience who shifted in their seats, mesmerised by the tableau being performed before them. 

Swiisssshhh!! 

Again a scream of pain was ripped from her as the soft roundness of her buttocks were targeted. The man behind her raised his right arm and swung down again against the quivering round globes of flesh. Another scream, hoarser this time, filled the room. The audience was moving more frequently now. Not as one, but as individuals as hands unzipped trousers and disappeared inside to caress and rub the hardening flesh. 

Another scream, then another. Her flesh was beginning to stripe as each blow landed in a controlled pattern up and down her back. Each reddening line an almost carbon copy of the previous one as the Whipmaster moved his aim relentlessly and accurately over her body. Saliva bubbles burst on her lips allowing the liquid to run over her upper lip and into her flared nostrils where it mixed with the streaming tears pouring from her nose. Her face began to glisten with the mixture of sweat and saliva that ran and eventually congealed over her skin. Her mouth gaped as she gasped for air and shrieked with each blow. Her whole body now swung wildly at the end of the rope and her back, from her shoulders to the base of her buttocks, glowed raw red in the dim light of the cellar. 

Her throat hurt as her screams turned hoarse, the inflamed membranes making it difficult to make any noise. Eventually, as the blows continued to fall, and her body swung uncontrollably in mid-air, she could make no further sound save for a continuous moaning, interspersed with a sharp groan as the pain dug deep into her defenceless body. 

She fainted and the man, bathed in sweat himself, stopped the relentless swinging of his arm. 

A tall woman came onto the stage from the outer darkness and threw a bucket of ice cold water over Kristen. She jerked into consciousness, her eyes fluttering against her cheeks, but she could make no other movement. She moaned softly as she felt the fire of the lash burning her but she felt no despair. Instead she felt an inner glow that was at odds with the torment of her skin. She hung suspended, upside down, waiting… 

The man walked around her body until he was facing her front. 

Swwiish!! 

This time the pain was worse. The lash landed squarely across her breasts making them lift and bounce from the blow. Kristen groaned and closed her eyes tightly, not wanting to see. She groaned again as another blow sent her breasts bouncing and swinging in all directions. Another blow, then another. The man was concentrating all his effort on her perfect globes, turning them pink, then red and finally deep crimson as the lash fell again and again. 

Through her pain Kristen felt the small inner warmth spread outwards, from the depths of her belly to her loins. This was a different sensation to what she was experiencing on the outside of her flesh. The blows eventually moved from her abused breasts down her rib cage to her pumping, gyrating belly. Her groans became mingled with long, wailing, keening sounds as she felt the inner glow suddenly shoot into her loins with the force of a lightening bolt. Suspended upside down as she was, her head still managed to jerk back to touch her spine as the sexual energy attacked her lower body. She grunted as her body responded. The lash still fell. 

The audience were now masturbating themselves violently. Lost in the sights and the sounds from the stage. Their imaginations running riot in minds oblivious to their surroundings. 

Then, even as Kristen released a final shrill shriek, as her orgasm broke free from it's internal confines and rushed throughout her being, forcing her body into an uncontrolled spasmodic shuddering, some of the audience reached their own release and began spurting semen from rigid penises. 

The room became full of noise as Kristen's orgasm went on an on. The audience moaned and grunted in empathy as each cock exploded its load into the cool air of the cellar. And the lash repeatedly fell. 

Slowly though, the group masturbation slowed and stopped, leaving each man lying back breathlessly in his seat. And as the audience quietened so too did the lash. 

For Kristen there was no rest, no respite. The rope around her ankles was slowly lowered and her body was caught in the arms of two naked male helpers who had appeared out of the surrounding darkness. As they caught her body with their hands, they both moved forward, allowing their own nakedness and aroused penises to slide up her skin. From her forehead, over her face and chin, down her neck, her breasts and her stomach. Each penis leaving a trail of slime as the men ejaculated against her sliding flesh. Her ankles were released and she was half carried, half dragged, to a large wooden cross at the rear of the stage. Against this she was pushed backwards. A movement which caused her to moan aloud as her striped back made contact with the wood. Quickly her wrists and ankles were fastened to the structure with padded manacles. The men returned to the darkness leaving her in the classic crucifix position. 

A new torturer and a new torture. The tall woman dressed entirely in a body hugging, leather cat-suit, seemed to materialise in front of the eyes of the quietened audience. Most of the men present still had their hands clasped around their cocks, constantly stroking and rubbing them into hardness. But their eyes were fixed intently on the movements of the Catwoman as she raised both her hands. In one she gripped the handle of an opened briefcase. The audience once again started to grow agitated as they recognised the contents. Rows of needles glistened in the harsh lights bathing the stage. Big and small they nestled against the black cloth of the case's interior. Menacing in their look, menacing in their intent. 

Catwoman's other hand held a number of strong rubber loops of different sizes. 

Those in the audience who had visited the club previously whispered excitedly to their companions who were making their first visit. For a brief moment the cellar was filled with the sound of soft murmurs. Then once again it grew silent. The atmosphere of anticipation grew more palpable. 

Catwoman sauntered over to Kristen and placed the briefcase at the girl's feet. She took one of the larger rubber loops from her hand and threaded it onto her other arm so that it rested in the crook of her elbow. Then moving to one side, she took hold of one of Kristen's quivering breasts, pulling and squeezing it gently. Kristen jerked at the touch. Her moans once again beginning to make themselves heard as she felt a mixture of pleasure and pain fill her mind. Her badly thrashed tits, already swollen from the beating they had received, grew even larger as her sexual arousal increased in intensity. The nipple on the breast being manipulated was tweaked and pulled until it stood rigidly hard from the softer mound that quivered in growing lust. 

Suddenly the hand, a second before so gently and loving, turned into a talon of pain as it grabbed the breast in a tight, restricting grip, at the same time pulling it sharply away from Kristen's rib cage, forcing it into a conical shape. The woman raised her arm sharply allowing the rubber loop to drop to her wrist and then over the trapped breast. She let go of the flesh allowing it to spring back but with the loop now forcing it into a bulbous shape. Catwoman quickly took hold of the loop and pulled it up Kristen's tit to where it met her chest. Then she let go. 

Kristen felt the restriction, but she felt no pain. Looking down at herself she saw the slight swelling of her breast as it escaped the confines of the loop. A second loop quickly followed. This was much smaller and as it was pulled into place next to the first the breast began to bulge more noticeably. A third followed then a fourth. Now Kristen could feel the beginning of pain as her uncovered flesh was forced into a larger and larger ball shape by the tightness of the loops. Her skin grew tauter as it could only expand outwards. Each new loop smaller than the previous one. By the time only the end of her breast was loop free it was bulging painfully. Distorted completely by the tight restriction of the rest of the tit flesh. Kristen swayed her upper body away from the upright of the cross trying to ease the growing ache in her abused breast. Her un-looped breast swung from side to side as she moved. But not for long. 

Catwoman quickly went to the other side of Kristen and began repeating the torture. It wasn't long before both breasts were encased in a rubber covering. The uncovered flesh of both turning a deeper, vein filled, crimson, first started by the lashing they had received. Kristen was panting fast and hard. Drawing in what breath she could. Then, without warning, Catwoman lowered her hand to Kristen's groin and began gently rubbing and caressing her vagina. For a second the girl's panting stopped then restarted more urgently as desire flooded her body. Her cunt juices already flowing, began to run in a faster, more plentiful stream and her moans began once again to fill the air. For many minutes Catwoman played with the girl. Almost, but not quite bringing her to orgasm. The sweat, which had dried on Kristen's skin, once again turned her into a sopping, dripping mass. Keening her lust into the darkness. 

Just as quickly as she had started, Catwoman stopped, leaving Kristen gasping, willing her orgasm to take her. But she was disappointed as her strumming nerve endings slowed, and then stopped, their relentless pressure. Her rising orgasm disappeared. 

She opened her fluttering eyelids and saw something small and shiny held between two fingers. She couldn't focus through the sweat pouring down her face and she sensed, rather than saw, the fingers approach her body. Then her mouth gaped open and, hoarse or not, her throat could not stop the long high-pitched shriek which assaulted the ears of the audience. Kristen could not believe the pain. It was worse than the whipping. It was deeper and more concentrated on just a small area of her flesh. The hand approached her again. Something small flashed in the light. Then the pain hit again. 

"Aaaagghhhh!" 

Now her left breast was burning. It was on fire with a terrible torment. The swollen flesh, turning forever darker in its rubber bonds, was now slowly being covered with small pinpoints of light as the pins were thrust into the skin leaving just the heads exposed. Once again the audience were out of control as they watched the torture of the young girl. Grunts and groans from male voices mingled with the higher, single shrieks of a girl in torment. Again and again pins were pushed firmly into plump, hard flesh. Again and again Kristen's screams were forced from her throat. But once again the tempo suddenly changed. 

The Whipmaster returned to the stage, but this time his role was more benign. He dropped to his knees at Kristen's feet and, easing her thighs apart, raised his face to thrust his tongue into her still wet vagina. Kristen shrieked, Kristen screamed but now Kristen moaned as the familiar feeling of an orgasm began to grow inside her. The wriggling, licking tongue caressed and sucked at her clitoris and even as the pins were rapidly pushed into her breast she finally reached her sought after orgasm. Neck taut, mouth gaping open, saliva pouring down her chin she screamed her pleasure and her pain to the watching audience. 

Catwoman moved to Kristen's right breast and repeated her task. The Whipmaster continued to suck and nibble and Kristen's body tensed and relaxed as orgasms swept over her with relentless regularity. Her right breast was almost covered in pinheads and her left reflected the light with each movement of her body. Soon both globes were encased in a skin of metal. Contrasting sharply with the paler colour of her rib cage and her belly. She shuddered her way to her final climax before the Whipmaster withdrew his tongue, rose to his feet and left the stage. 

Kristen was left hanging in her bonds away from the cross, her knees buckling slightly as she hovered in and out of consciousness. She hardly felt the extra pain as the Catwoman attached two serrated nipple clamps to her rock hard, extended nipples. Catwoman then left, leaving Kristen alone, being studied by the thirty men that made up the audience. They too were exhausted but as they watched the naked figure of the girl with the metal tits and the nipple clamps, their arousal once again became apparent. Slowly, as one, they rose from their seats and shuffled onto the stage as if not to disturb the tableau before them. 

The first man to fuck Kristen did so quickly. Finally giving way to the second man. They formed themselves into a loose line that slowly moved forward as Kristen became the vessel for their spunk. She could only murmur softly as the men pushed against her body causing the pain in her breasts to increase sharply as the pins were touched and pushed by the men's own naked bodies. But a keen ear could hear pleasure, more than her pain. 

Finally the last man ejaculated into her sopping cunt and withdrew, and soon she was left alone, hanging from the cross, in the silence of the cellar…



Glory, Glory, Hallelujah Ch. 4



Dear Reader. 

I've heard that all the best authors start off that way when they want to write a personal note. So I thought what's good for the best is good enough for me. 

This story has been written as an entry into the Literotica 2002 Survivor competition. As the rules require that authors submit a story to each category I have submitted this to Mind Control. 

The trouble with rules is that they are there to be followed and so the previous three stories concerning Kristen and her search for personal debasement have been placed in different categories. If you want to read this Chapter first then please do so, but if you want to follow the tale from the beginning here are where the previous three chapters have been placed: 

Glory, Glory Hallelujah! - Erotic Couplings
Glory, Glory Hallelujah! Chapter 2 - Group Sex
Glory Glory Hallelujah Chapter 3 - BDSM 

Hope you enjoy them... 

And don't forget to vote! 

p_p_man

* * * * *

At first she noticed the sun. It blazed out of a clear, blue sky with enough ferocity to blister the skin. She groaned and covered her eyes with her forearm to shield her face from the glare, but then she groaned again as she felt the heat.

Slowly she raised her head and looked down at her body. Naked. She was naked. The observation came as no surprise as naked she had been for most of the time she had been on her journey.

But she noticed with alarm that not only was she naked, but that her soft and once pale skin was dark pink from her exposure to the sun. A pink that would quickly become a painful red if she didn't get into some shade. And soon.

She rolled over onto her stomach, her breasts squashing against the sand that covered the bottom of the...what? She looked around her with squinting eyes and saw the bars of a cage that surrounded her. But she saw more than that. In one corner was a small, wooden lean-to, which would give her some shelter from the heat. She raised herself onto her hands and knees and slowly crawled towards it, her breasts swinging from side to side with each yard she took.

Her head thumped, and she closed her eyes again, crawling by feel, until she bumped gently into the wall of the shelter. Once again she collapsed full length and rolled over onto her back, the sun no longer shining in her eyes. Minutes passed and she dozed. But not for long as the thirst, which had at first been mild, now became overwhelming as her parched lips and throat tried to lick and swallow her saliva. Her mouth was bone dry. Water, she had to have water.

She looked around her but could see nothing. Then she looked up. There, entering the shelter through a small opening in the roof, was a pipe. Small drops of clear liquid dripped from the end to disappear in the dry sand of the ground. She rose staggering, to her feet, and approached it, trying to wet her dry lips with her tongue as she went. She swayed gently from the heat and exhaustion and stretched her neck to reach the suspended pipe. It was too high for her mouth to encompass, but she found that she could pull it down towards her sweating face. She let the welcome end slide between her lips.

The water still dripped. She craved more of it. And she didn't know how long she could stand on her feet. Desperately before she fell she grabbed the rubber end with her hands and was rewarded with a gush of clear, cool, water filling her mouth and running into her throat.

Surprise made her lose her grip and she fell to the ground. But, heartened now, she quickly stood up and with more confidence, stood below the pipe with her jaws wide open. By using her hands she discovered that she could milk the water out so that it dropped directly into her parched mouth. As her body absorbed the liquid her mind became clearer and the thumping behind her eyeballs slowly diminished. Finally, sated, she let go and sat down on the sand, feeling the tiny granules stick to her sweating flesh.

The voice told her to lie down and sleep. Her eyes, suddenly heavy, closed without any effort and before she could even lie back, unconsciousness swept over her.

The sound of female voices intruded slowly and insistently into her deep slumber until, finally, they brought her to full awareness. Voices murmuring softly in the darkness. Kristen rolled over onto her side and looked out into the compound. She saw a group of women, sitting around a long trestle table, eating what looked like thin slices of meat and small wedges of cheese. In the centre of the table was a large wooden bowl, overflowing with fruit of all kinds and at interval were flagons from which some of the women poured red liquid into goblets.

Their conversation was interspersed with the gentle tinkle of laughter. Slowly, though, it quietened as first one, then the other noticed Kristen lying there. A tall woman stood up and approached her. Hair, raven coloured, almost shining in the darkness. She approached slowly, smiling as she walked, until she extended her arm and beckoned Kristen to follow.

Go with her, the voice commanded.

Kristen rose unsteadily to her feet and took the woman's hand in hers. She was led to the table and others made room for her to sit. Food was passed, a goblet was filled, and Kristen ate and drank and joined in the conversation. Sometimes she laughed with the others, but mostly she was silent as she filled the vacuum within.

Two other women rose from their seats and took Kristen into the dark privacy of the lean-to. Gentle hands and soft lips caressed her breasts. Her mouth was invaded first by one tongue, then another. She accommodated them by opening her jaws wide, whilst her hands returned the strokes and the touches of the other two. More laughter from outside became audible as Kristen drifted into a floating sensuality. A third tongue licked at her vagina. Nibbling at her labia and sucking on her hardening clitoris. And other hands freely roamed and explored her soft, pliable flesh. Her buttocks were pulled gently apart and the feather like touch of fingertips explored the recess within.

All the women had now entered the darkness and Kristen was turned this way and that as the gentle caresses of tongues and fingers became more urgent in their demands. She moved how they wanted her. On her stomach as the women tasted the darkness of her rectum, on her back as they all took turns exploring her vagina and on her side as both openings were invaded simultaneously.

Her legs were pulled wide apart and she felt a different, harder touch. She moaned.

Be quiet, said the voice, even as the long, thick penis slid into her widely dilated vagina. Now there was only the one, the male, using her twisting, writhing body as he brought her swiftly to orgasm. She arched her back, clamping him to her with her thighs, seeking his mouth with her more urgent one, and drenching him with her cunt juices as he filled her with his sperm.

Sleep, the voice commanded. She slept.

She dreamt of floating on clouds. The world far below receded as she was transported away from the cage up into the night towards the darker dark of space. In her dream she looked down at the earth as it quickly disappeared from view and she was alone. Not even the clouds accompanied her. She floated in solitude.

Spread your limbs, came the familiar voice and she obeyed without question. The invisible penis entered her vagina making her gasp with surprise. It was large. Much larger than before but the gentleness was still present. She floated there and let her body receive the fuck she craved. Her star shaped body non-resisting as she allowed her sexual feelings to grow in intensity as the regular rhythm of the now massive cock slid further and further up into the slickness of her throbbing cunt. As the climax built from within she opened her eyes and looked, for the first time, into the face of her lover. She loved him. She knew she did. She would obey him without question. He could ask what he wanted of her and she would give it willingly.

The flood of semen filled her but her lover did not stop. His rock hard penis continued its rutting and she felt the soft roundness of her buttocks pulled apart and another intrusion slide into her rectum. She was puzzled. But she did not question. The double penetration continued bringing her to satisfaction, but her orgasm was gentle. A fluttering of nerves, a tensing of muscle as she continued to be fucked by the twin cocks. Her vagina was flooded a second time and her rectum a first. She felt the spurting of the warm ejaculations as they washed her gently from within. Her reaction was more urgent as her second orgasm claimed her even as the two cocks continued their relentless thrusting.

Open your mouth. She did, half expecting the thick long penis as it slid between her lips, to the back of her throat and into her gullet. She felt the heaviness and the thickness of it within her chest and she was overjoyed that her lover wanted more and more of her. She keened around the flesh distorting her lips and moved backwards and forwards against the two cocks penetrating her other well-used openings. She was floating in ecstasy as all three flooded her simultaneously. And still it went on.

Sleep now said the voice in her dream.

And in her dream, she slept.

The next time she was aware of her surroundings she was inside a vast cavern. The three penises were still using her and she now felt the flood of semen as it poured continuously from her body. It lay thickly on her chin and dribbled from her flared nostrils. They were now using her with increased violence. No longer the soft touch and gentle penetration of her lover. This was replaced by hard thrusting that caused her discomfort. She became aware of the bonds securing her wrists and ankles to small stakes hammered into the ground. Now she became aware also of the touch of flesh. She felt it on her, below her and before her as again the spunk flowed. Confused she felt her wrists and ankles released and she was lifted to her feet by two powerful arms. She looked around and saw men. Many men.

She knew her lover was no longer with her. That as she had slept, he had brought her here, to this place because it was his wish to do so. She felt happy that he could trust her enough to leave her alone among strangers. She was dragged over to the large fire burning fiercely surrounded by small rocks and hot cuts of dark meat were pushed roughly into her mouth. The pain forced her to chew quickly and swallow before the morsel was cool. She felt it sliding down to her stomach, the heat from it spreading throughout her belly. Another piece, another swallow. And then a third. A hand clutched her hair and a foul tasting liquid was poured directly into her gaping mouth. She spluttered and coughed. Some of the liquid dribbled over her lips. A hand slapped her face, hard. This time she did not choke but opened her throat and let the liquid pour directly into her stomach.

Then they turned her around and around showing her body to the congregation. They clutched at her swollen breasts and pushed their fingers into her sperm filled orifices. She became giddy as they continued to turn her and her stomach heaved from the meat and drink she had consumed. She could see there were many. One hundred, two hundred she didn't know. But if her Master and Lover had left her here for this, she was content.

They pushed her to the ground. Shadows took shape as they approached from the darkness and Kristen's body began to respond with anticipation. Then the sex began...

The sun shone brightly in her eyes and she thought the dream was over. She ached in every part of her body, even the slightest movement brought a small murmur from her lips as she winced with the effort of settling into a more comfortable position. She moved her head to one side to escape the sunlight and the soft sound of cloth and the feel of it on her body brought her fully awake.

"Wh...wh..what..."

"It's better if you don't try to say anything for the present Kristen. Just lie there and relax."

She knew the voice and when she looked in his direction she saw it was him. She smiled and the wave of tenderness swept over her unbidden as she watched his features in the glare from the overhead light.

"Just blink once for yes and twice for no. I'm going to ask you some questions. Do you understand?"

One blink. "Good. Do you know who I am?"

One blink. "Excellent. Do you remember what has been happening to you for the last week?"

The dream. Kristen thought. Or was it a dream? She didn't know what to say. So lay there unblinking.

"Do you remember a cage?" That was better. One blink.

"Do you remember a cave?" One blink.

"Do you remember me?" One blink accompanied by a broad tender smile.

"Good, good. Will you do anything I ask?" One blink.

"Without question?" One blink.

"Well Kristen, I think you're ready. You will be allowed four days rest to get your strength back and then we shall see just how far you will go. You will like that, yes?" One blink.

A needle came towards her and with a faint prick entered the skin of her arm.

Swiftly she descended into oblivion.

Simon Broadway left her there and took the elevator up to the top floor of the building. He was met by two well built men who escorted him into a large, sparsely furnished room, in the centre of which was a huge walnut desk. Behind it sat a man whom Simon only knew as Mr Dunwoody.

"Come in, come in Simon. Take a seat. Drink?"

"No thanks" came the reply.

"Well how are things progressing? Is she still happy about this adventure of hers or does she want to pack it in?"

"No, no, she's perfectly happy. More than ever I would say. She's just had six days of training as a mind slave, but even with the complete compliance she will now give us, the command to pull out when she wants to is still hypnotically deep in her subconscious. Although she doesn't know it, if she wants to stop, she can do so at any time. All it takes is for her to be in a situation she can't handle, then her subconscious takes over."

He chuckled softly. "Although judging by what I've seen so far that will probably never happen."

"Where is she now?" asked Mr Dunwoody.

"She'll have a few days rest then she starts the next stage."

"Who is going to be her Master?"

"I am. She's already bonded with me during the training session and I can't see there being any difficulty in her following my commands. She's a good-looking girl with a fabulous figure. It's just a pity she's not my type."

Mr Dunwoody began to grin, then chuckle, and as Simon left the room, his head was rocking backwards and forwards as the room filled with his uncontrollable laughter.

END



Glory, Glory Hallelujah! Ch. 5



Chapter 5: Musical Appreciation

The smoke from the cigars filled the room as the wealthy, mainly portly, men, sat back in plush leather armchairs and watched the gyrating girl slowly strip down to her skin. The music was Neil Sedaka's "Song, Song Blue", just right for the tempo of the girl's movements. And the mood of the watchers.

She approached one of them and, sitting on the arm of his chair, took his head in her hands and pulled it towards her firm, round breasts. He held his cigar in his right hand as his left moved downwards and caressed her naked thigh. She smiled and fed her nipple between his lips until he was suckling on it like a baby. And like a baby he wanted more. With a groan he opened his mouth as wide as it could go and with a loud sucking sound drew in a third of the creamy white skin. The girl smiled like a painted doll and began massaging her flesh trying to get more into the gaping cavern. His cheeks bulged and his breath whistled through his nostrils as he struggled to breathe. With a sliding motion his hand, not losing contact with her body, slid across from her thigh to her wet, glistening cunt as it began to throb within her. Causing her to clench and unclench her stomach muscles as the sharp barbs of strung out nerves responded to the rubbing and insertion of his fingers.

The others watched transfixed, as they saw her eyelids droop slightly as her emotions slowly began to take over her body. Some of them had released their cocks from the confines of the expensive suits they wore and were lazily pulling and stroking their flaccid flesh into rigid hardness. They watched as the girl pulled her left breast from the man's mouth and they watched as one of the servants took his cigar from his right hand. She slid her body onto his lap with both legs, spread slightly apart, draped over one arm of the chair and her back supported by the other. As the music came to an end she began unbuttoning his blue striped shirt.

His fat, flabby torso exposed, she placed her face against the bulge of his belly and dragged her tongue upwards to his own, smaller, breasts. The breasts of age. With a quick movement she took his nipple in her own mouth and suckled on him, as he had on her. All five of his fingers and part of his hand had disappeared into her widening cunt.

The soft opening strains of Ravel's 'Bolero' became audible.

She nibbled gently on his perspiring skin and heard the laboured breathing as the man began to move his large buttocks against the leather of the chair. He cradled her shoulders with his right arm and stroked the back of her head, as her movements became more urgent. He cuddled her as he would a child. She pulled his shirt roughly from his trousers and with both hands unzipped him and grasped his hard cock whilst leaning forward again to nibble his bulging stomach. She went lower still until her mouth filled with his greying pubic hair and her position made her own breathing difficult. Sopping wet and with her cunt lips enlarged she slid off his lap to the floor. Her knees resting on the thick pile, deep yellow carpet.

Bolero's ra-tattatat-tat rhythm grew louder as she lowered her gaping mouth to his thick penis and engulfed it to the back of her throat. Her tongue twirled, her cheeks caved and her warm breath blew over his loins. He took her head in both his hands and pushed her down further onto his straining organ. Then as the music built towards its crescendo he forced her head down and up along his shaft until his sperm hit the back of her throat and gushed into her gullet. She struggled but he didn't release her. He forced her head down as far as it would go giving her no opportunity to spit the sperm out or to draw breath. She did what she could but small white bubbles still formed at the entrance to her nostrils, burst, and ran in two streams over her upper lip.

With one final long climax, the music and the man, came to an end.

He released her.

She stood up cleaning her chin with her fingers then inserting them into her mouth to get rid of the stickiness. She went up to another of the sitting men.

"And what is your pleasure sir?" asked Kristen in a soft, slightly hoarse voice. Her hair had been cropped short and her face heavily made up. She looked like a China Doll seen in gift shops. "Would you like to fuck me in my cunt or fuck me up my arse. I am here for your pleasure. Perhaps you would like me to drink your spunk?" Her words, along with the performance he had just witnessed increased the man's sexual urge.

"No, not me." He replied. "Them." And he pointed to three tall muscular black men standing along one of the walls. Kristen looked at them and said, "Of course sir and what music would you prefer?" "Tchaikovsky's 1812" came the reply. One of the servants went over to the CD player.

The three men stripped and came to the front of the room.

Upstairs in a small office Simon Broadway watched the performance on screen as one of the huge muscular blacks lay on his back. Simon sipped his whisky as he watched Kristen straddle him, her knees nestling into his sides as she took hold of his thick penis and fed it greedily into her hard working cunt. Simon smiled and admired the way the man gave a soft groan and lurched his thighs upward, firmly embedding himself into the girl. As he saw the man begin soft thrusting movements he leant forward slightly to turn up the volume. Strains of the Marseillaise reached his ears.

Behind Kristen one of the other two padded up behind her and dropped to his knees. He reached out and began kneading and stroking her round buttocks. Kneading them into soft pliability. The music began its journey across the Russian steppes as Napoleon's army marched on Moscow. The man's fingers made a journey of their own through Kristens anal ring and into her rectum. One, two, three and finally four rigidly held fingers began to arse fuck her as the cock on which she was bouncing re-appeared then disappeared into her sopping vagina in a constant, slow fucking motion. As the music grew more insistent he slid forward and forced his prick into her dilated anus. Kristen groaned and paused briefly as she felt the thick, long hard penis slide up into her bowels. She felt the two of them inside her, separated by only a thin membrane, move as one. Increasing their rhythmic speed to the tempo of the music. Then she began her own fucking movements once again.

Humming to himself along with the music, Simon poured himself another whisky into the crystal tumbler.

The third of the trio knelt in front of Kristen's flushed, sweating face and with no preliminaries, thrust hard to slide into her mouth and down her throat. The four of them worked as one. In and out of Kristen's body the men thrust as she squirmed and bucked as best she could between the three male bodies. Simon took one more sip and turned up the sound to full volume just as the long violin down run began. Exactly in time the four bodies went wild. The men fucked and buggered the girl as she sucked and drooled against a mouth raping cock. Her breasts were mauled and her buttocks slapped hard as down and down and down went the musical descent. Her short hair was grabbed and pulled and her face was rubbed. Everywhere there were hands from her three invaders trying to become even more united with her body. Then as the canon fire filled the room and the Marseillaise once again boomed from the speakers, the spunk from the three invaders shot in violent spurts into her three, gasping, clutching orifices.

Kristen jerked and bucked even harder as she felt the internal drenching. Her arse, cunt and throat clogged with the cum of three men and then she too, reached her climax, just as the final strains of the French national anthem deafened them all. They broke apart in one swift movement. The men grabbed and squeezed and clutched any part of Kristen they could as their still spurting cocks covered her body with white sticky deposits as she thrust her own fingers into her cunt trying desperately to prolong her orgasm for as long as possible.

And as the music finally came to a crashing climax, Kristen too screamed aloud her passion to the watching men.

Simon quickly finished his whisky, turned off the screen and went downstairs to the Music Room. As the men filed out he bade them all goodnight and then entered the room, walking up to where the heavy sound of Kristen's breathing told him that she was still in the dying throes of lust.

"Alright Kristen, that's enough now" he said.

"Yes Simon" Kristen replied as she rose to her feet, panting only slightly as she began to regain her control, "what do you wish me to do now?"

Simon smiled slightly. Despite all what the girl had experienced in such a short time she still had the air of an innocent. There was a cuteness about her that captured men from the beginning. Even now, painted like a China Doll, dishevelled and covered in the emissions of men's cocks she radiated a youthful freshness.

"There is nothing further for you at the moment," Simon replied, "go and have a shower, thoroughly clean yourself both inside and out and get rid of that makeup on your face. I will see you in the morning"

"Yes Simon" she replied and left the room to go up the wide stairs of the elegant 18th century town house.

The servants began re-arranging the room.

Simon went across the corridor to the library opposite and sat down in an armchair. For a long time he looked out of the window. He gazed at, without seeing, the lights in the buildings on the other side of the square. His thoughts were centred on Kristen. He had a lot to think about.

It was going to be a long night.

END