0 comments/ 2968 views/ 1 favorites The Candy Shop Ch. 02 By: LeopoldNicholas The whole room smelt of sugar. Every surface was sticky, the floor covered in a thick coating of granulated crystals. Bella was trying to keep clean, her Lolita Bunny Rabbit Maid Dress had cost a small fortune and no way was she going to ruin it the first day of wearing. Bad enough that the soles of her Harajuku high ankle strap shoes were getting covered in the sweet goo just by walking and her white apron was splattered from chest to knees. The parcel had caused quite a stir when it arrived from the Minky Shop that morning. Her parents were really out of touch, had no idea about fashion, J-pop and definitely not about Tokyo's ever expanding array of maid cafes. "You are not going to wear that. No daughter of mine is looking like a waitress in a brothel." Her father was a bastard, a one hundred percent pure West Coast ass who took any opportunity to make Bella and her friends feel stupid or slutty. "I pay for a good education, give you a good allowance and yet you insist on acting and dressing like a little 'nip' whore. Had enough of them in the air force, little bitches thinking they were too good for me. Not giving me the time of day after all their teasing. Well I showed a few in my time." Bella looked at her mother and noted that she was shriveling into a dried grape. "This is all you fault. No discipline. You shouldn't stop me beating her ass like she deserves." The conversation was much like every other breakfast time, her father was pissed because he had to work, her mother was just hoping he would leave before he became violent and Bella just wanted them both to choke on their cereal and die. "You can't just beat children anymore dearest, child services would be down on us like a pack of wolves and we don't need that sort of trouble." "No fucking right. No one can tell me what to do in my own home, Fucking country is going to the dogs. Full of liberals and queers. I work every day to make a difference and every cent I make is given away to damned illegals and lazy good for nothing trash." This was definitely not going well. Bella eyed the dress and shoes sadly almost certain they would be taken and locked away like so many of her other special things. Then luckily the phone rang. "Damn it." Her father reached for the handset. The call could only be for him, no one else was allowed phone privileges while he was at home. "Yes this is Sheriff Jeffries what's happening?" Bella took the distraction as a good time to repackage the dress and shoes and slide the box behind the breakfast counter. "I will be there in twenty minutes. Call the vice squad for me please and get their cooperation with the bust." Her father slammed the phone back in its cradle and retrieving his service revolver from a kitchen drawer slid it into the black patent leather holster vanity decreed he wear and Bella was obliged to keep spotless. "They have some damned perverts cornered in a tenement in the slums. Looks like we might be able to off some trash today." Bella shuddered inwardly. Her father's love of violence hidden by some pretense of justice made her sick to her stomach. She smiled so sweetly to appease him but thought of the times this pretend pervert hater had tried to fuck her school friends. "Please be careful daddy." Careful to catch a bullet she added silently. She listened to the roar of the engine as he started the cruiser. Sure enough the siren was on full volume before he had cleared the driveway. "Don't imagine I don't know what you're doing young lady." Her mother finally spoke without prompting for the first time that morning, she never spoke when dad was around unless he spoke first. Bella didn't really understand the dynamics of their relationship just was aware of the stripes and bruises she had seen on her mother's thighs, back and buttocks when she was showering. "I am trying to survive mom." The slap caught her unawares and for a second all she could hear was buzzing. "What did you do that for?" "Don't pretend you don't have a taste for it Bella. Takes one to know one. He's mine keep your hands and dirty thoughts to yourself." "He's my father! That's disgusting." "Never stopped me you fucking little whore. Your granddaddy liked them young too. I catch you near your father I will gut you like a fish." Bella found Cara at the arcade as arranged. Both girls were supposed to be at school but somehow the enthusiasm for normal education had evaporated since their last joint encounter with Willy Wonka. Something about the hold he had over them was very disturbing, as if reality and common sense just disappeared in His presence. Like a good recreational drug they wanted more and more. "Wonka said to meet Him at the sweet shop around noon. Says He is working on something special and needs us to try it out." Cara was plainly really pleased to be privy to this information. She obviously felt like she was the more experienced of the pair and the one that Willy was inclined to favor. Bella knew better. She had seen the way Wonka looked at her and just the memory of that devilish leer was enough to bring her to the point of orgasm. Her mind traveled back to her confrontation with her mother earlier. No way would she ever let her father touch her willingly, it was just sick and wrong, but the thought of an older man's hands on her body excited her beyond any expectation. "I want Him to fuck my ass sooo bad." Bella was sorry she had spoken the words almost before they left her mouth. Cara looked at her with all the jealousy and ferocity of feline watching her Tom mount a stray. "Yours too Cara. Totally want to watch you get ass raped." Luckily Bella had saved things just in time. Cara blushed deeply and gave the shyest sweet smile. "Really? You want to watch me?" Bella smiled back and took careful note. The parameters of her relationship with Cara had suddenly shifted. "Get me a drink will you Cara dear." Cara's face flushed with joy and she noticeably shuddered. "Yes of course Bella. Would you like a cherry coke like always?" "Please." Bella watched Cara disappear towards the food court. She wondered if she should do something to change the way things were developing but then quickly decided just to let things be. After all she was getting cherry coke at minimum. "You and her an item then?" The voice came from behind and to her left. Bella turned and then quickly stopped herself from gasping. "You would look far cuter with your jaw not on the floor." Bella clamped her mouth tight shut. "My name is Yui. Haven't seen you here before." Yui was a real Lolita Goth and even better was actually a native Japanese. From her flame red hair to the platform calf high strap boots she screamed style and it took all of Bella's composure not to swoon on the spot. Hi, sorry, my name is Bella and no were not an item." "She seemed very eager to get you a drink. Makes me wonder what else she does for you." "No really we are just friends. Just really good friends." Bella didn't know what else to say. She really didn't feel like muddying any chance she might have with this goddess by confusing the issue with the little mutual masturbation that had occurred. "You fuck her?" Obviously Yui wasn't going to let this go. "We have played together once that's all. Nothing serious just a little fun at the Candy Shop." "Ah the Candy Shop. You know Wonka." Yui covered her mouth with her hand and giggled in a very culturally Japanese fashion. "Yes He's different. Never really met anyone quite like Him before." "He's the best fuck this side of the Pacific." This time Yui didn't bother to cover her mouth and Bella caught sight of her teeth. "Wow they look like fangs." Yui pulled her lips back to give Bella a clearer look. "Those are fucking amazing." "Cost my parents a fortune, not that they miss the money. Made me promise to have them replaced with regular ones when I am twenty five. Maybe I will maybe I won't. So why you dressed like cafe maid, on your way to work?" Bella's face totally blanched and she had no clue how to react. "Aww, cat got your tongue? Better not have, I want it." Yui stepped forward and kissed Bella very hard on the lips whilst snaking a hand under the frilled edge of her dress. Bella was very glad she didn't bother with panties as Yui slid a finger deep between her already soaked vaginal lips. Retreating a pace Yui sucked on her now well flavored forefinger and Bella did everything she could to retain a modicum of control and avoid gushing directly onto the linoleum floor. "Did I miss something?" Cara had reappeared just to their side a bottle of cherry coke in each hand and a very perplexed look on her face. "I was just, we were just..." Bella really had nothing to say or any control to enunciate anyhow. "Bella just suggested the three of us head over to the Candy Shop together." Yui had stopped suckling her finger long enough to come to Bella's rescue. "I was going over to see Wonka anyway so we may as well do it in a threesome. Sound good to you Bella?" Bella nodded and swallowed hard. "I'm Yui, you must be the girl Bella was saying such flattering things about." Cara blushed a deep shade of crimson and looking embarrassed at the floor passed one of the cherry cokes to Bella. "Bella said you have quite the prettiest ass bud she has ever seen and she can't wait for Wonka to tear you up." "I didn't say..." Yui's cunt scented finger pressed hard against Bella's lips to stop the sentence mid-stream then moving between the two girls she linked arms and led them out of the arcade towards the Candy Shop. The candy Shop lights were on but Willy Wonka was nowhere to be found. "Guess He had something to do somewhere. Let's make ourselves comfortable while we wait." As if to put an explanation point on the sentence Yui pulled her black shorts down to her knees and bent over the counter thighs spread as wide as possible. Bella looked at Cara for a moment then dropping to her knees pushed her tongue deep into Yui's ass through the open netting crotch of her fishnet hosiery. "Fuck yes Bella been needing a good rimming all day." Reaching up with her left hand Bella slid three fingers straight into Yui's saturated vagina and started thrusting fast and deep. "Oh 'anata', yes baby yes." Yui was already trembling with the first flourish of a climax as Bella felt Cara's head slide between her thighs. Raising herself just enough to let the snaking tongue reach her already throbbing clitoris she redoubled her own tongue thrusts deep into the delightfully pursed sphincter at her utter mercy. Yui's climax was a full on squirt-er the hot fluids hitting the side of the counter and rebounding to splash down Bella's crisp new white apron. Her own climax followed immediately and she ground her labia hard into Cara's features to wring out any little extra pleasure she could. For her part Cara had to make do with finger her own genitalia but the psychological effects of Bella riding her with such dominance was quite enough to push her into bliss mode with ease. "Fuck I needed that. Now I have to have some serious penetration. Go get some candy dildos out of the store room Bella." Bella didn't think twice. For the second time in so many days she was totally under someone's control. The door to the storeroom opened easily and she quickly stepped inside. The Candy Shop Ch. 03 Wonka desperately wanted to watch the camera feed from the Candy Shop but He was being heavily distracted. The girl draped over the spanking stool just wanted more and more and who was He to refuse another hard slap. The whole exercise was supposed to have taken just a few minutes and already this had dragged into its second hour. Girls were wonderful, the delight of His life but just sometimes couldn't they be satisfied with less than His absolute best? After all they came to Him because of dissatisfaction, with life, with love, with sex, with parents, with husbands and always He gave them the medicine that cured all. Yes being a perfectionist He went the extra mile, gave the extra spank and extracted the extra squirt. Somehow recently perfectionism was beginning to cost Him His own pleasure and if that disappeared what was the point of it all? The girl moaned and bit hard onto the ball gag. The series of double slaps hard to both her Gluteus Maximus had probably been at a code red for her. The flesh had gone beyond pink, even past scarlet and was now starting to show blue and purple. The skill of a good spank wasn't in its intensity but in placement. The art of the second and third was all in accuracy. Wonka looked at His work and declared Himself satisfied. There clearly defined on each mound was a perfect rendition of His hand print, fingers slightly spread for maximum sting, palm slightly cupped for a nice detonation. Her back was a slightly different story. He had considered the crop but decided the eight foot walk to the instrument cupboard to be far too long, so instead He had 'nailed' her. Eight good deep tracks starting at the shoulder and descending all the way to the curvature of her waist. Again accuracy was key. Each downward path had to be deep, controlled and exactly overlaying the previous. He had used all His perverted genius and the effect was startling and a pure artistic masterpiece. Initially He had utilized a simple eight inch fairly harmless vibrator in her cunt, starting with a little jollification of her labia before pushing the tip hard against her cervix. Thrusting the bright green toy in and out as He rhythmically spanked was quite relaxing and He had managed to drift into a kind of trance with surprising ease. Eventually the hoarse intake of her breathe, caused by the slightly over tightened noose conjoining to her arms pinioned behind her back bought Him back to reality. A good slap on the clitoris caused enough of an upward spasm of her head to cure the problem. Almost simultaneously the bell had sounded to indicate an intrusion into His Shop. The three monitor set up on the wall above His head allowed Him to track Bella, Cara and Yui as they searched for Him. It also gave Him an excellent view of the three going at it like cats on heat and an overdose of catnip. Yui was an inventive girl and had no trouble getting Bella's attention and tongue where she wanted it. He was very impressed at Cara's inventiveness to slide between and under Bella's squatting thighs. Pornography was not necessarily an automatic turn on for Wonka and after all what was being projected was nothing more than a show of free form porn. However the effect on the girl at His feet was decidedly more pronounced and she licked at His pant leg hungrily. "I suppose you want cock don't you?" The question was of course rhetorical but said with a degree of disinterest that might have surprised the uninformed observer. Grudgingly Wonka removed His good sized semi erect penis from His pants and pushing the ball gag down over the girls chin allowed her to take Him to the back of her throat. The girl started chocking almost immediately. "Greedy little minx aren't you." Wonka grabbed a handful of hair and pulled her in tighter. The girl's eyes bulged beautifully. As usual in these situations Wonka went to the long count. "One one thousand, Two one thousand, Three one thousand. Four one thousand." His withdrawal was quickly followed by a good volume of combined saliva and sputum. He thrust deep into her throat again and turned His attention back to the video feed just in time to see Yui squirt hard over the counter, floor and Bella's face and apron. The way Cara's legs were twitching and her fingers danced in and out of her gaping cunt He assumed that Bella was squirting too. "You probably wish we had stayed downstairs now don't you?" The girl was almost unconscious so He withdrew again before matters got more serious than were needed. "Let's see what effect this has." Wonka had picked up the new G Spot slim line vibrator that had arrived just that morning. Shaped not unlike an egg stuck at an angle on the end of a thin tube the toy was guaranteed to produce all kinds of mayhem. Wonka didn't believe advertising till He saw it in real effect so had been itching to give the instrument a test buzz. The bulb slid into the girls gaping vaginal canal very easily and he used it angled towards pelvic bone first off. The girl started moaning almost instantaneously and then for good measure pissed on His best gray spats. Far from being annoyed Wonka was impressed and rotated the head through one hundred and eighty degrees to pummel the thin membrane between vagina and anal canal. "FUCK, FUCK, FUCK." "That was just too loud My dear." Wonka pulled the ball gag back up over the girls chin and into her eager mouth just before she climaxed with such force the vibrator was pushed clear out under the pressure. "Close to the best ten dollars I ever spent." Wonka pulled the slip knot on the girl's bindings and settled in His high back chair whilst she got her shit somewhat together. Twenty minutes later he led Estelle down the back stairs and having sent her very contentedly on her way slipped back through the trick mirror into the Shops interior appearing magically to the girls like some great illusionist. "Wonka your back. Where the fuck did you come from? Barn doors open by the way." Yui had a wicked look on her face and pausing only for a moment's consideration Wonka decided to leave the barn door ajar a little longer. "Had a little business I had to put My hands on Yui. But I doubt you missed me particularly." In a rather pointed reply Yui spread her still exposed labia in a show of supreme wetness. "For a Japanese girl you have some very nasty ways about you Yui." "That's why you love me Wonka. I almost rank as perverted as you if that's possible." Bella returned from the store room just in time to catch the end of the conversation. "What's possible?" "It's possible that you going to regret fetching both sugar dildos and butt plugs." Both Wonka and Yui dissolved in laughter and Bella turned a strawberry crush shade of red. "What's going on?" Cara returned from her sojourn in the restroom with her panties still in her right hand. "More like what's going in Cara from the look of you." Wonka was feeling in fine form and wasn't missing a stroke. "You got any of those love hearts you so fond of handing out Wonka?" Willy slid behind the counter and opening the till offered the girls a small tin box. "Take one if you willing, two if your desperate." Each of the girls took two. "Sit down on the divan over there and I will get us all some of the special orange soda." The girls sat down quite thankfully, all their legs were still in orgasm mode and quite shaky. "Any special requests from the patrons?" "Would love some chocolate Wonka." There was something about Yui's tone that made Bella and Cara glance at each other. "I might just be able to do something about that Yui, let Willy work His magic." By the time Wonka returned with the tray of four orange sodas the girls were fully occupied under the miraculously carnal effects of Willy's special Love Hearts. Bella and Yui were attempting to suck each others epiglottis and Cara was fully engrossed in fitting a lime green sugar butt plug in her ever ready sphincter. Willy placed the tray on the counter and taking His own glass sat on the large leather covered wingchair opposite the girls. He flicked open the top of the right chair arm and within a few moments ten separate cameras were recording the action from every conceivable angle. He took a contented slurp through the barber striped sherbet straw enjoying the pop of the heavily syrupy mixture as it sloshed against his gums and inner cheeks. Raising the chairs right arm He activated the forty inch flat screen television mounted on the wall above the divan. Flicking channels Wonka surfed for something suitably entertaining, finally settling on a girl on girl wrestling match, He settled back to enjoy His soda in comparative peace awaiting the climax of the contest when the winner gets to anally fuck the loser with a frighteningly long and thick strap on dildo. Willy grinned wickedly. Amazing how sometimes fact and fiction just seem to coincide. Cara had the sugar plug bedded beautifully, trouble was try as she may the thing was already sticky and wouldn't rotate the way she liked. Her favorite drill was to turn the plug with one hand while rubbing her urethra with the other jammed deep in her cunt. She was perplexed. To make matters worse when she looked to her left Bella and Yui where still lip locked and fingering each other frantically. Dammit this just isn't going right." It was then that the low whistle grabbed her attention and looking across the room saw Wonka indicate to her with a finger to join Him. Not needing a second invitation she slid seductively from the divan and started to crawl on all fours across the divide. Bella and Yui stopped diddling just long enough to catch a perfect glimpse of Cara's lime green plugged asshole swaying sensually as she progressed. "Fuck that's hot." The words barely made it out of Bella's mouth before Yui's tongue again snaked down her throat cutting of any further communication at source. Wonka slid forward on the leather cushions in preparation for Cara's arrival. His decision to leave the zipper on His pants open now made perfect sense. Her tongue touched the few inches of bare skin showing at the ankle above the tabi socks He was wearing with His favorite indoor geta sandals, then her head rubbed its way up the inside of His left thigh to rest against the open fastener. He could feel her hot breathe through the thin silk underwear He preferred and was fully erect in a moment. Cara reached up to unfasten His waistband and managed to draw both pants and underwear down with one smooth tug with no assistance from Willy apart from a slight raising of the hips at the appropriate moment. Thankfully she took the trouble to remove the clothing completely clear of His legs and Wonka was able to adopt an appropriately wide sitting stance. Cara positioned herself comfortably between Wonka's thighs and leaning forward and using the very tip of her tongue carefully coated the mushroom head of His penis with saliva. The head glistened under the fluorescent light above and she sat back admiring the deep ridge that separated glands from shaft for a moment. Leaning forward once more she poked the very tip of her tongue into the gash in the very tip and was happy to taste the slightest hint of precum oozing out. She had Wonka's full and undivided attention. Bella was glad for the extra-long false nails she had had fitted a few days before. The length allowed her to reach deep enough into Yui's tight vulva to touch the soft contours of her cervix. Yui gasped as the edges scraped across the tender inner flesh and Bella was more than happy to feel her hand covered in wet sticky discharge. She removed her hand just long enough to be able to taste the wonderful goo before thrusting it in again hard and deep. Yui was busy squeezing and flicking Bella's incredibly large clitoris that protruded from the cover of her hood even when soft. Now when it was hard and throbbing the love button was quite the impressive size. Bella had started to orgasm the moment Yui first pinched her and was now on a steady ascent to squirt land. Her inner thighs were already heavily coated with fluids and her concern for her costumes care had totally flown the building. Cara had her lips clasped tightly around Wonka's shaft just below the glands. She remained perfectly still for what seemed an eternity before slowly sliding her mouth down and down till the tip thudded hard against the entry to her throat. She held Him there for what seemed an eternity till she felt her lungs totally devoid of any oxygen then slid upwards slowly to regain her starting point and breathe. Wonka's eyes shifted from Cara to Bella, From Bella to Yui and finally up to the television screen that showed a close up of the wrestling victor buggering the loser with impressive aggression. He had totally forgotten about the phone call He had made when fetching the Orange Sodas and was momentarily surprised to see Monique standing in the inner doorway of the Shop. Monique was quite stunning, standing six foot six tall in her black patent eight inch heeled stilettos. She was wearing a calf length black PVC trench coat that made her creole complexion seem exactly the shade of milk chocolate. "Yui your chocolate had arrived." This time it was Yui's jaw that dropped to the floor. Monique slowly unbuttoned her trench coat and let it slide to the ground revealing not only that she was totally naked underneath but was already equipped with a large and very filling strap on dildo. The Candy Shop Ch. 04 "You're a Bastard!" Wonka smiled and continued flicking the tip of His favorite riding crop against bella's swollen clit. "You don't give a fuck about anyone or anything." The tapping remained constant like the drip of Chinese water torture, not enough to get her off but just sufficient to make bella's juices run in ever increasing droplets down the inside of her thighs. "Fuck Wonka please! Its been hours since I came." In response the tapping stopped and instead the grip began to probe between her swollen labia lips searching for the upstream. Bella strained against the restraints holding her spread-eagled against the Saint Andrews cross wanting to thrust forward and gain some decent penetration but every time she moved the handle would withdrew to keep a perfect teasing distance. "You Fucker!' The slap caught her totally unawares. The second, completing a perfect paintbrush made her bite down hard on her lip and she tasted sanguine iron. "What the fuck was that for?" "Because I could." "Fuck you Wonka." The crops handle jabbed deep in her cunt and she shuddered violently before pushing hard to ensure the tip rang her cervix like a bell. "Oh fuck yes Wonka. Fuck yes." He giggled and held the crop steady as bella banged against it hard desperately trying to force it into her womb. She remembered her last internal gynecological examination and the feeling as the instruments probed places she never thought possible and started to cream. "No." The fucker removed the crop and left her hanging, thighs shaking and nerves jangling, teetering on the precipice of utter bliss. "Cunt!" The word spat from her mouth like dragons fire. "Fucking Cunt." He had gone too far this time. She was about to let fly with all the vindictive she could muster when somehow He managed to push a huge plug deep into her anus. She didn't climax, just pissed voluminously like a mare in heat. The click of high hells on the concrete floor bought her back from her urinal bliss. She had managed to get used to the smell of the old rubber gas mask He had pulled over her head but the eyepieces had steamed up to the point where her vision was almost completely impaired. "Who else is here Wonka?" No reply forthcoming. "Who's there?" The noise of the swing of a flogger was unmistakable to her ears but what followed was simply a percussive noise without any impact on her body. "You Fucker." Wonka was flogging someone else. "You Asshole." The strikes were falling steadily. Her body responded to the rhythm forcing her stomach to churn with wanton desire and rampant jealously sink its fangs deep in her emotions. When the flogging finally stopped and she heard the unmistakable noise of a trouser zipper being unfastened she flipped. "Fucking Cunt. Fucking whore. Fuck, fuck, fuck!" She smelt the girl. The odor of the slut's sex filled her nostrils making her blood boil and skin flush from belly to forehead. Bastard, all she could think was Bastard. She mentally prepared a further string of invective and opened her mouth to release. 'Thank you bella." Wonka busied Himself stuffing the soaking panties in till her cheeks were puffed as a squirrels full of nuts. She tried to push the dank material out with her tongue but then He whispered, the Bastard whispered in her ear. "No bella." She froze helpless, unable to do anything but comply. The panties tasted good. Damn it they tasted so good. Strange how a flavor will fill all the senses with images, good or bad, her taste buds salivated, her nostrils twitched, her eyes tried desperately to focus through the misted glass eyepieces and her cunt dripped in a steady stream. The slapping started almost indiscernibly. At first she imagined He was spanking the bitch, then reconsidered. Perhaps His palm was leaving the telltale reminders of the focusing blows she adored so much but no the noise was familiar yet different. Fuck! It was the sound of His belly slapping the bitch's ass cheeks. HE WAS ASS FUCKING THE WHORE! In anguish and anger she pulled hard against the restraints binding her wrists and ankles but had been pinioned too hard and fast by practiced fingers. Something new! A sensation ripped through her body she had never felt before. The plug firmly secured in her anus had expanded magically. At first she assumed it was just her imagination or the muscles cramping in some way but sure enough she felt it expand again stretching her ring with agonizingly pleasure and she convulsed from head to toe. The expansion continued every few seconds, not by huge degrees but within a few minutes she was forced to arch her back as the probe reached the proportions of Wonka's thick cock. Bella started to panic. The plug was still swelling and her ass ring was gaping profusely. Something in the back of her mind kept painting a picture of her ass cheeks splitting like the shell of a ripe pistachio and she involuntarily clenched her muscles for all she was worth. The sounds of Wonka's belly rapping frenetically on the whores buttocks wasn't helping, bella's thighs were coated in her juices to the knees. It was then that she felt the tongue drive between her labia lips for the first time. The girls breathe was hot on her flesh and bella strained forward to accept as much lingual pleasuring as possible. The tongue was thrusting as the girls face was driven forward by Wonka's hard fast thrusts into her anal canal. The smack of belly on buttock meant another deep lingual thrust and now bella fully appreciated Wonka's previously unwelcome buggery of the mysterious whore. The plug in her ass had reached critical point. Any further expansion and her rectal sphincter was sure to tear. The bulb was filling her anal canal to a point she had never imagined possible and something had to give. Sure enough with a violent pop the whole object flew free and she felt her asshole momentarily prolapse before reforming to gape like a beached fishes mouth. The backs of her thighs ran thick with excreted natural lubricant and as she climaxed three times in quick succession her ring stretching and contracting in violent spasms. The hemostat clamp gripped her right nipple cruelly. It was only a few weeks ago that some boisterous play had torn the ring clean from her flesh and the area was still a little tender. She pissed herself and heard the whore gag as she fought to swallow. From the movements of the bitches head Wonka was forcing her mouth and nostrils hard into the stream. He could be such a foolish romantic at times. Her release from the Saint Andrews Cross was a surprise, the knee pushed hard into the fold of her own more so and she dropped like a leaden sack to the concrete floor. The surface was wet and slimy, she had landed in her own discharge. The rubber tube from the enema pack slipped into her ass with ease, the brutal plug had left her ring stretched and totally incapable of closing. She felt the flow of lukewarm cleansing liquid start to fill her bowel and the inevitable result rose like a specter from her subconscious. The whore's panties were still stuffed tightly in her mouth so any verbal protest or warning was pointless. Then she heard Wonka laugh from across the room. What the fuck? Who was administering the anal douche? The cold water jet eased a little and her lungs thankfully drank in oxygen. This wasn't the first time she had been given a cold shower and probably not the last but the hose produced more pressure than expected and she was both surprised and alarmed at the ferocity of the waters pummeling effects. At least her initial horror at the complete evacuation of her bowels had passed and she was feeling a little less embarrassed at her abject condition. The dry hot air surrounding her soon began evaporating away the superfluous water and her skin actually felt quite pleasant after its scourging and power wash. Wonka always thought of the most delightful ways to pleasure her senses and today was certainly no exception. The hands that lifted her seemed totally unfamiliar. The ones grasping her left arm were calloused, the ones on her right soft like a babies. She felt the hard edge meet her pubic bone and without thinking stretched on tip toe and felt the leather covered top beam brush across her labia lips. A hand grasped her hair fast and she allowed herself to be laid supine face down along the thin plank and felt the stock snap closed around her neck. It wasn't the first time she had experienced the whipping horse and her mouth salivated at the thought of things to come. The ankle and wrist restraints were quickly and expertly adjusted till all that supported her was the inch wide tip of the wedge that formed the body of the horse. She gasped as the nipple clamps bit hard and then again as the weighted pincers were permitted to swing free of support causing distension. She came violently. At last the panties were pulled from between her teeth. "Thank you." Two words were all she could manage before another climax rolled virulently through her body. The cock that thrust into her mouth was totally unfamiliar. She prided herself on knowing the taste and texture of every appendage she had ever experienced and this one was definitely new. The shafts surface was well veined and the texture rasped against her esophagus as she vainly tried to swallow it all. The man was obviously uncircumcised, her preference exactly and clean shaven, again her choice. She was a little surprised when a second penis head nuzzled against her ass. It had been some time since the beast with two backs had called her name and the mere thought of a spit roast bought another thundering orgasm. The cock head pressed into her gaping anal opening and then she was obliged to gasp and almost gag on the deeply buried meat so perfectly sealing her throat. The member sliding deep into her bowel was ornamented with a large Prince Albert piercing which grazed her canal deliciously as it entered. The cock in her mouth withdrew just long enough for her lungs to fill before joy on joy a completely different shaft infiltrated her oral cavity. This time it was circumcised but huge. Her mouth stretched to the point of almost ripping to accommodate the beast. No way was this rod going to be able to enter her throat so it simply banged piston like against the back of her mouth. A quick ejaculation was happily forthcoming and bella utilized the spent seed to lubricate the third different cock to skull fuck her. This one was smaller by a good proportion but much longer and with the fresh lubricants help slid easily down her windpipe. She began to choke and orgasm-ed again. The second load of semen was deposited so deeply that bella didn't even get a hint of flavor. She had become quite the expert of dietary effects on male reproductive fluids and was disappointed not to have a chance to do her usual mental analysis. Deciding her mouth was now far too slippery to allow for maximum pleasure she began to swallow heartedly but was stopped by the feel of female lips pushed harshly against hers and a very flexible tongue collecting every drop of male discharge from her inner cheeks and teeth. The whore was a veritable vacuum cleaner. Throughout these oral adventures the adorned cock in her ass had been merrily buggering her deep and hard. Bells now much appreciated Wonka's consideration in applying the voluminous enema and was happily able to allow her ass to flow freely with anything and everything available. Incredibly the rampant weapon began to swell even more in preparation for lift off and when the full explosion occurred she took every droplet ecstatically. Frantically she worked her anal muscles to massage any stray fish that might have been caught napping in the frenzy and was rewarded with the sound of a happy sigh from her anal assaulter. The next few hours were an ever rotating merry go round of extraordinary pleasures. Two, three and sometimes four cocks worked her apertures constantly and with extraordinary vigor. Bella no longer cared about the steamed eyepieces, her eyes were clasped tight shut in joyous prayer. At last the storm abated a little and swallowing and squeezing stretched muscles frantically she had a moments respite to express herself. "Fucking Hell Wonka, you sure do know the best ways to entertain a girl!" The Candy Shop Ch. 05 Wonka had finally got a plan. It had taken best part of a year to get all the pieces in place but now at last it was time to move. "Bella, I need you to take Cara home for the weekend. Have her stay, a proper sleepover." "I can't do that." Bella spat the words out hard and fast. No way was she allowing anyone into her private world and particularly not a girl as sexually attractive as Cara. "You need to do this for me Bella please. It's vital." "NO!" Wonka looked over at Cara and winked suggestively. "I really want to see your home Bella and meet your family." Cara rubbed herself against Bella like a playful kitten then wrapped her legs around the protesting girls neck. "Pussy wants to come home with you too." Bella loved the smell and taste of Cara's holes and without a thought ran her tongue from pulsing ass to swollen clitoris. "Oh yes baby girl just think how much fun we can have." Cara ground her mound hard onto Bella and sighed happily as her labia lips opened wide enough to fully enclose Bella's mouth and nose in her hot snatch. Having nothing better to do Wonka grabbed Bella's ankles and holding them high and wide pressed his already engorged cock against her asshole. It gaped hopefully and with a lunge he obliged the wanton cavity with a full hard penetration. Bella was fucked utterly, fucked physically and psychologically. With the sweet salty goodness of Caras cunt pouring down her throat and Wonka's rampant cock rogering her unmercifully what could she do but agree to their requests then cum with soul numbing violence. Bella opened the front door very quietly and ushered Cara quickly into the kitchen. The television blasted out from the living room where her mother was deep into her soaps and the sound of her pretend stepfather's usual Friday poker game for the whole police department sneaked up the basement stairs. Bella had a bad feeling about this whole arrangement and was focused on getting soda, snacks and Cara up to her bedroom before anyone was aware they had arrived. "Is that you Bella?" Her mother's voice shot out from the living room over grating music running behind a shows end credits. Bella pressed her fingers over Cara's lips to keep her quiet and waited hopefully for silence. "Bella?" This time the voice was louder and a little perplexed. "Going straight upstairs mom, very tired, see you in the morning." Cara looked like she might say something so Bella stuck her tongue down her throat to keep her quiet. "Did your friend come with you?" Cara started to giggle and Bella pinched her hard. "Yes mom she is tired too. We will visit in the morning." Bella pushed Cara up the stairs to the second floor and closed the door to her bedroom tight behind them. "Fuck that was close." "Your mom sounds sweet!" Bella glared sufficiently hard at her friend to finish that line of conversation. "Bella get down here now!" "Fuck that's my pretend step-dad." "BELLA!" "Stay here I wont be long." Sheriff Jeffries was waiting halfway up the basement stairs. "Here's a hundred bucks go get some beer and a quart of scotch we are running dry downstairs." "My friends here pops." "So the fuck what, Do what you told before you taste the back of my hand." Bella could smell the drink from three foot away and knew he wasn't joking about the slap. "You can take my cruiser, but be quick okay?" The fucker actually smiled as he said it like it was something special. Bella grabbed the two fifties and headed for the door. "Second thought baby why don't you take your time?" Bella looked round long enough to see him grinning like a Cheshire cat. "I will be straight back." The Liquor store was a five minute drive. Bella didn't bother to go to the store front but instead parked in the rear next to the service entrance and banged on the cut out door in the steel roll down shutter. "Hey Bella what's up?" Marty the liquor store owner was a good guy and knew the score. "The Sheriff wants beer and scotch." "Friday poker night?" "Yep." Marty took the two fifties and disappeared for a few minutes before returning with a cardboard box he put in the cruisers passenger seat. "Tell your daddy to have a great party on me baby." Marty gave a knowing wink and handed back the hundred. "Remind him my license is up for renewal." Bella smiled sweetly nodding in agreement and began to plan what she and Cara would spend the hundred on the next day. The poker party downstairs in the basement was getting raucous. Bella could hear the sound of the cat calls and whistles from the front yard and not wanting to get involved left the fresh booze on the kitchen table where she knew it would be found and made her way upstairs. "Sorry I was awhile." No one answered, the bedroom was empty. Presuming Cara was in the bathroom Bella stripped down to her skivvies and slid under the duvet. It had been a long time since she had been able to hold a body all night and having got used to the idea of Cara staying she was sure going to make the most of the opportunity. Bella woke with a start and tried to focus. Unscrambling her brain took a few moments but slowly she realized that for one Cara wasn't snuggled up next to her and secondly she could hear the sound of her mother sniveling from across the landing. Very quietly she slipped out of bed and opened her door just enough to be able to listen more clearly. The sound of loud music and partying was still rising from the basement and her mother's sobbing was almost a constant wail. Carefully Bella tiptoed along the landing and peeked into the open door of the master bedroom. Her mother was sitting on the floor at the foot of the bed with her wrists handcuffed to the iron rail above her head, her bent legs pinioned securely to a robust spreader bar. Bella wondered why her mother was crying. She was quite accustomed to seeing her in various states of bondage and generally she seemed to thrive on the experience. She was half way down the stairs when she realized exactly what was happening, familiar smells started to invade her nostrils and sounds that only came from one kind of pursuit. From her position standing on the bottom stair of the fight down to the basement Bella had a clear view of the entire room and Cara was of course the center of attention. The sheriff was laying naked across the poker table with her friend impaled anally on his fat cock. Bella had seen it a few times previously and was mightily impressed. Cara's ass was stretched wide open and probably would gape for a week. Sergeant James was standing between Caras bent legs fucking her cunt hard and deep. Bella wondered momentarily if her dad minded the slapping of the sergeants ball bag on his then pushed the thought aside. Officer Daniels was kneeling beside Caras head and she was gamely trying to get all of his exceptionally long prick down her throat. Game to the end she was wanking two other officers with erudite manipulations oh her wrists. Three other guys seemed to have already shot their load by the amount of semen covering Cara's breasts and face but it looked like they had another round in the chamber by their still obvious interest in proceedings. Bella felt the telltale tingle of arousal start to spread through her body. Her cunt always tended to be moist but the site of Cara servicing quite so many cocks with abandon had made the flow heavy and hot. Without thinking too much about it Bella slipped a hand deep into her boy shorts and her middle finger into her vulva. True there was something a little weird about her Dad being at the bottom of the pile but in all truth he wasn't her real father or even really related. It was about this moment that Bella realized someone was standing behind her on the stairs but it was way too late to pull her finger out as her first climax was already causing her to piss her pants. In the circumstances the hand that slid down the cleft in her buttocks to slip a finger in her winking asshole was very welcome. Reaching back with her free hand Bella was very happy to find a nice erect penis awaiting freedom from its constraining pants. She had always prided herself on dexterous activities so quickly freed the rampant trouser snake from its enclosure. A second finger had joined the first already deep in her anal canal and Bella arched her back to get both seated as deeply as possible before squeezing them hard with all her muscular might. The resulting second climax had her knees shaking and juices squirting immediately. The rod in Bella's hand was twitching seductively and she desperately wanted to taste its velvet mushroom head but that would have meant taking her eyes away from the unfolding circus of Cara's resplendent gang fucking. Instead she decided to slide her boy shorts down far enough to allow the penises throbbing head to align with her anal canal and push back with all her strength. The cock was big but with a little more effort and a good spread she managed to impale herself deep and hard. Bella so loved the feeling of being stretched till it hurt, stuffed so full that nothing else could occur but her asshole to rupture, tear from the very penetration of life force she desired more than any other. The ribbed and gnarled tube of joy pistoned deep in her dirty darkness making the spread of liquid from her swollen cunt lips a proof to the state of orgasmic high she searched for eternally. Bella was pleased to see that the boys in blue hadn't lost interest in Clara after their initial multiple penetration but were taking the scene up to a whole new level of depravity. Rumors of the array of sexual paraphernalia available in the basement had always excited Bella's imagination but this was the first time she had actually witnessed any of it in use. Cara had been moved from the poker table to lay face upwards on a wooden platform raised a few inches off the floor with rings that enabled her wrists and ankles to be securely fastened. A fucking machine was set up in front of her widely gaped thighs with the penetrating dildo arm firmly inserted in her anus. The sergeant was armed with dildo mounted sawzall which he directed firstly into Caras mouth and then into her red swollen and already well used vulva. Once the sawzall was fully inserted and jostling nicely the fuck machine was set to stroke deep. Cara squirted instantly like a well pressured fountain flooding the surrounding cement floor extensively. Arching her back fully Bella allowed the continued pummeling of her fully gaped anal canal to completely overtake her senses. At first she had attempted to grip the invading shaft with her muscles but the extraordinary flow of mucus that the friction generated made such efforts untenable. Bending deep at the hips allowed her ploughing to reach full depth and truly she began to wonder if any form of bowel control would ever again be possible. The first contact of her extruded tongue with the newly offered ball bag seemed almost surreal. She was unaware that her stooping had exposed her upper body to the room in general and her other senses were far too occupied with ass pillaging thrusts to take heed of much else. Gratefully she sucked one of the spheres of jizz creation into her drooling mouth and rolled the pleasure container on her tongue. She was rewarded almost immediately by a hot shot of freshly cultivated semen full on the forehead and was pleasured by the sensation of the turgid drizzle slowly descending between eye sockets to drip deliciously from her nose. The fresh assault on Bella's mouth cut off any ability to see the ongoing devilish despoilment of Cara but thankfully her friend was never a quiet fuck and bellowed her continuous orgasmic expressions of appreciation at full volume. The steady hum of the penetrating machines piston engine adequately described the rhythmic plunging and the increase and decrease of the sawzalls vibrato rub against clitoral flesh added a delightful nuance to the aura of decadence and depravity. Bella was keenly working orally on her third cock when the strangest question popped into her mind, would she indeed be able to tell her widely purported but incorrectly assumed to be fathers penis from taste and texture alone? The object was no stranger to her eyes, the bastard have waved the swollen member in her face on numerous occasions in the hope of the blowjob she had always refused to supply in deference to her mother's sensibilities. However in this present orgiastic situation when all previous bets and more importantly ethical considerations were off the question was deliciously vexing. Cara had reached that utterly excruciating point were extreme pleasure and agony unite in one inexhaustible scream of release. The joint scalpels unendingly incised deeply within her being cutting across an unending supply of jarred and tortured nerve endings. Bella was on the verge of collapse, only the continuing spit roast of unwavering majestically proportioned lance in her bowel and ever changing rods ravishing her throat kept her upright. She had climaxed far too many times to recollect, her legs were soaked to the ankles and her face wore the thick residue of sufficient semen to propagate a legion of demonic local government officials. Bella swallowed hard as the latest throbbing prick emptied its salty load into her stomach. "That's my baby!" "GAGGY?" Any reply was lost to her ears as she descended spent and utterly sated to become a wet and trembling heap on the cold cement floor.