2 comments/ 32742 views/ 2 favorites All Expenses Paid Ch. 01 By: SerenityDel It was probably the stupidest of choices, to go on this trip. We were already so far behind on our bills, I was not even sure we would be able to keep the power on next month. We were hoping for a miracle, I suppose. The last of the items packed this morning, we were merely waiting for the taxi to take us to the airport. One week in a sunny paradise. The hotel itself was paid for thanks to one of the many timeshare presentations we sat through. We had been one of the lucky visitors to also win airfare and five hundred dollars spending cash, as well. The only things we had to worry about were our meals and entertainment. We talked excitedly throughout the hours long plane ride. Our plans for each day changing each time it was discussed. There would be time for the beaches, the spas, the casino, and so much more. It was almost too much to take in -- the many possibilities. We had an unspoken agreement to not discuss the bills and issues waiting at home; knowing that soon enough all of our world would come crashing down. The room was scrumptious; the view of the lowering sun over the cove greeted us as we relaxed before dinner on the patio. The ocean spread out on all sides as far as the eye could see. It was perhaps the first time in too many months that we were able to truly forget the world around us. It seemed to bring out the playfulness in us both as my husband remarked about the near perfect privacy of the patio. I teasingly performed a strip tease for him, shocked as I felt him step up behind me, the moment I turned my back. His feet parted mine wider, the thick head of his cock already slickened with desire as it prodded against my tender folds. Arching back, a moan erupted from my lips as he shoved his hips forward. I felt nearly half his cock buried into my pussy on the first stroke. My hands reached out for purchase, gripped the iron railing tightly. As the full length drove into me, his hands reached around to grip tender nipples. His hold fierce, pulling them outward; stretched the poor tips to twice their length. The added touch of pain caused my pussy to wetly clench around his pistoning cock. It did not take but moments, even if it felt like hours before we came in a rush of screams and growls. Collapsing against the railing together, catching our breaths. Our heartbeats once more normal, we gathered up the scattered clothing and dressed for dinner. Keeping in mind only somewhat our restricted finances, we limited only slightly on the meal. Sitting back as the plates were cleared away, we each savored an after dinner drink. I blamed the slightly light headed feeling I had been experiencing on the long travel and too fresh air of the paradise. I suggested an early bedtime tonight, so that we would be better able to take in all of the experiences on our first full day. My husband agreed readily enough; luckily, as it seemed we both were having difficulty by the time we reached the room once more. We just made it into the room far enough to collapse, fully dressed upon the bed. It felt like I had slept forever, even though the room appeared dark as I opened my eyes. Laying there a moment, pondering whether or not to claim a few more winks, I tried to stretch out. My heart raced slightly, finding my limbs not following my thoughts. It took moments longer to realize that the reason was the fact there was a harsh rope tying wrists and ankles. I panicked, obviously; crying out for my husband. Prayed there was nothing fatal that had occurred. I couldn't hear him next to me though. When that received no response, I screamed for help, for anyone; screamed until my throat was hoarse. I had no idea of the time that had passed, before the soft sound of a door opening alerted me that I was no longer alone. From sudden darkness to a harsh brightness; I was blinded as what seemed a spotlight was turned on me. I could hear voices, discussing me as if I was not there. Comments, merits, options, and suggestions bantered between them. The more I heard, the more my fear grew. And then, as if they were never there, they turned and walked back out of the room. What seemed only a short time later, another man entered. His eyes raked over me as if he were going to devour me. I was too conscious of my nudity. His hands were rough as they forced my already spread thighs even further. A hot cloth placed over my mound, his hand rubbing it far too intimately. I heard the sound of cream spraying from a can before he lathered me thoroughly. The sight of the straight razor finally snapping me from my shock as I begged him not to do it, to free me, promising I would never tell, promising to forget everything. He never bothered to even respond to my pleas; instead just lowering the sharp instrument to my pussy. Within moments, I jumped at the calloused touch on bared folds. The skin so sensitive without the protective curls. His fingers probed between my ass cheeks. No matter how hard I clenched he still proceeded. My muscles tiring quickly, I had no choice but to submit. Once more cream coated me, this time over that tiny intimate pucker. I held myself still, not even a breath taken as the razor traveled that slender crease. A final rub of the cloth and the tools were set aside. I thought that would be it, at least from him. But as he turned, the unmistakable bulge of his cock met my gaze. I watched in fear as one hand moved to undo the button; the sound of his zipper ratcheting through the otherwise quiet room. In just a moment his impressive cock sprung free, its girth enough to leave me trying once more to escape. There was no way that would fit anywhere in my body. Still never speaking he stepped to the edge of the table, far too close to my head for my comfort. A small click and part of the table fell away, leaving him unhindered access to my mouth. His cock prodded my lips, pre-cum coated the dried bow. I refused to part my lips for him; for some stranger, for one of those that kidnapped me. I suppose I should have known better, but it was my one way of rebelling. I heard the loud crack of flesh meeting flesh before the pain rocked through me, his slap to my denuded pussy forcing a scream from my lips. He took advantage of the momentary opening; the dark angry head of his cock forced through my lips. My tongue tried in vain to force him back out, but, from the sounds he made and the jerking of his monstrous cock, I was actually adding to his pleasure. One of his hands rested at the back of my head, holding it motionless, at the mercy of his strokes. The other reaching to torment a nipple. I swore he was planning to rip it from my chest. He pulled and twisted it mercilessly; a harsh vice lifting it. It would have shocked me to realize he pulled it inches higher. His hips thrusting harshly forward, I couldn't fight the choking reflex as the thick helmet pierced my throat. Trying to gulp air through my nose; my throat bulging obscenely around his girth. Even that precious bit of air was compromised as the wiry hair at the base shoved against my lips. He pulled back only long enough to allow a full breath; once again ramming deeply into my mouth. Saliva and pre-cum dripped from my too stretched lips, his cock ravaged my mouth as if it was some willing pussy. I was only given a bit of warning; his already too thick cock swelling further, the slap of his balls hitting higher against my cheek. He pulled back enough to rest his cock head over my tongue just before the first copious amount of thick cream filled my cheeks. His finger and thumb pinching my nose, forcing me to swallow the dense fluid. These acts alone should have been enough to humiliate me beyond all reason. It wasn't enough for this man, however; whoever he was. Leaving the head of the table, he paused at my waist. Roughly calloused fingers coarsely shoved between splayed lips. It was in that moment I wished it was all some nightmare. I couldn't believe his fingers came away wet from the brutal plunging. He held them up as if showing them off; before making a derogatory comment about what a slut I must be, that he had known it from the moment he set eyes upon me. There was a small prick of a needle into my hip. Eyes widened in shock, but before I was able to ask what it was, he walked away without another word. I waited still, the spotlight still harshly highlighting my lewd pose. I was afraid to call out this time; considering what happened the last time I screamed myself hoarse. I was left alone to wonder, as the darkness fell around me, not admitting to the strange tingling that seemed to be growing within my core. Wondering what my fate was; wondering what happened to my husband. If only I knew. On the wall across from my feet; outside the bright circle of light that engulfed me; was a mirror. Not only did the mirror reach from ceiling to floor, it crossed the entire side of the room. But, it was a special mirror; one that allowed the occupants of the next room to see everything that happened in this one. Sitting in the other room was my husband. If I had known he was there, I would have been certain he would have done anything to save me from my current fate. But, if I had known he was there, I would perhaps have also known the fate he was subjected to as well. A harsh chair was placed perfectly centered to my body. His stripped body strapped to the chair, not a single ounce of leeway given in his bonds. There was a large ball gag shoved between his stretched lips. Wires trailed from small electrodes that were attached to his cock. Each time he tried to close his eyes from the sight before him, pulses of electricity shafted through him. His screams unheard thanks to the gag. All the while, he is being lectured by an unknown visitor of his own. He listed details of every bill that was owed; the lack of funds to cover even the next month, let alone the actual amounts due. His tormentor proceeding to tell my husband what would happen; whether by choice or otherwise. He told him that our home would be sold; anything of value would be auctioned off within the next week. Small items and mementoes would be saved; however, to be able to see them again, they would have to be earned. Nothing would be free, nothing could be obtained with a promise of something on an unnamed future date. Fear showed in my husband's gaze; unable to question what he meant. The evil laughter that followed ensured that whatever was meant... it would not be pleasant. As they watched, the litany continued. The man ensuring the humiliation was unending. It was made even worse as my husband, beyond the point of looking away, too many shocks ensuring he didn't try; began to become aroused at my treatment. It was then that my husband was finally given more details of my fate. I was going to be the means to our salvation. I was to be whored out to any bidder at this very unique resort. No request or perversion would be denied; as long as the price was right and there was no permanent harm to the merchandise. Mumbled begs from him became louder as he watched two more men enter my room, where I lay unconscious. One man moved to the head of the table, affixing a wide leather collar around my slim neck. The locked collar was embedded with four large d-rings as well as with special electrodes, controllable remotely to ensure my compliance. Around my wrists and ankles were secured similar looking leather restraints. Although these two sets did not contain the special training aides, they had special rings embedded that would allow them to be attached to each other or other items. Taking liberties as they lifted me from the table, my every orifice probed, my nipples plucked and twisted. I was position over a small ottoman, its size limiting the support from waist to just below my chest, my wrists affixed to the hooks at its base. A spreader bar was cruelly attached just above my knees, bowing them widely. An unusual padded stool was placed beneath my head, forcing my unseeing gaze to look straight ahead. All Expenses Paid Ch. 02 I woke after a time, there was no way to judge how much had passed. The last thing I remember was that strange man's harsh and intimate treatment of me. Realizing swiftly I had been moved, I tested the bonds, finding them ungiving. I was unable to even turn my head at the sounds of footsteps on the tile floor. All I could see was the mirror before me, and the sight of pants as they walked into the harsh light that haloed me. He walked around me, slowly, building the embarrassment that filled me already. His hands gripped and probed my body, force my mouth to open. I almost felt as if I was some animal being judged worthy or not for purchase. If only I knew how accurate my imagination was. I could hear voices, just barely, as the man walked away. Two approached next, I thought at least one was the same, but merely because the pants were similar. Without any care in his comments, I was told of my fate. Told of what would happen in the next hour, the next week, the next whatever it would take until the debt had been erased; with interest of course. Within the next hour I would be allowed food, allowed a bit of exercise, and to get cleaned. The wording of those items went unnoticed; it would be a time before I learned how to listen more closely to what was said, rather than what I heard. I heard a small click of sound, just before it seemed the world exploded. My entire body filled with a painful charge, that seemed to go on forever, even though in reality it was perhaps seconds, if that. I learned that was my one warning, any disobedience would earn that or worse once again. When I opened my mouth to speak, to question who he was, why I was here; another jolt of power went through me. Collapsing over the ottoman as it dissipated I was informed I was not allowed to speak. That was the first of the rules I learned. It did not take long for me to wish all the rules were listed somewhere in advance. The cuffs were detached from the ottoman; the spreader bar left in place although also removed from the secured clip on the stool. Lifting me by fiery tresses, I was made to shuffle away from the perch, pushed back down to kneeling like a beast, centered before the mirror. Within a moment, a plate was set before me on the floor. It seemed some sort of carved beef, along with bite-sized vegetables; next to it was a bowl of what seemed to be broth. Almost before I could lift a hand from the floor, a swift charge rocked my form. Before it registered, almost, I splayed upon the floor. I luckily missed the bowl, however, hitting the side of the plate sent the food flying somewhat. My belly clenched in hunger suddenly as I envisioned not being able to eat now that I made a mess upon the floor. The man's hand gripped my hair once more, jerking my head back, a cry echoed from my lips as his harsh tone provided the second rule of my existence. I was not allowed to eat using my hands anymore; I was just like any other pet they owned, I would behave like one completely. Giving my head a shove, he ordered me to eat it all, as he proceeded to dump the remaining portion on the floor before me; declaring there better not be a trace left upon the floor when I finished. I was too conscious of the position I would be in as I leaned down to eat the food. However bad it was, it seemed better to concentrate on that rather than on where I was getting my food from right now. The spreader bar forced my slit to widen as I leaned downward, feeling a brush of air on my pussy, against the tender pucker of my virgin ass. I didn't dare hestitate; I was too hungry, presuming another transgression would earn me waiting for another meal. I cringed as I chewed some of the bites, feeling a bit of grit in the texture; trying to ignore it. I stared at the bowl a moment trying to figure out how I would drink it; finally presuming I would have to lap it up like a kitten with a bowl of cream. It was noisy and messy. Shocking even myself, I am sure, I didn't hesitate to tongue up the few drops that escaped the bowl. I tried to ignore their degrading comments; their lewd discussions about my body. Even more I tried to ignore the unmistakable reaction to their treatment. Once again their hands harshly fondled me, all under the pretense of removing the spreader bar. Not to allow me much freedom however, there was a chain attached between the cuffs at my ankles; a second one between my wrists. There was a sound of air being cut before a swatch of heat centered upon my ass. Never before had I felt such a pain; trying to glance behind me, a slender switch in his grasp filled my vision. It landed again before I began to crawl forward, just to stay out of his reach. Embarrassment coloring my skin with a blush as each movement sent pendulous breasts swaying. It didn't matter though how quickly I moved he easily kept pace, the cane unerringly marking a new spot on my thighs, ass, and even tender pussy lips. The pain became too much, collapsing to the floor, I felt a half dozen more strokes caress me ass. I am not sure who was more shocked as I felt my hips lifting me into the last couple of strokes. I could hear them through the confused haze of pain bordered pleasure. They were derogatorily remarking on my wantonness; about what a perfect choice I would be for some of their more demanding customers; discussing the cruel ways in which they would abuse me. I tried not to listen to it, tried to melt away into the floor. I should have known they were not done with me... they had promised food, exercise, and a shower. The first two were nothing like I could have imagined a day ago; the last I didn't even want to try and imagine. Once more, my body was lifted by a grip on silken tresses matted from the day's events. I was thrown unceremoniously to the lay over a high metal rack, bent at the waist, a groan escaping my lips. Their hands were too efficient, securing the cuffs to the strong bars. While there was sturdy support, nearly none of myself was allowed the refuge of cover. A harsh cold spray rained like needles over every exposed inch of flesh. There was not a moment of respite until they felt I was clean enough. If only it was so simple, perhaps, it could have been endured. But, I could hear them working upon something, just before the smirking comment that what came next might be a bit uncomfortable. When their hands gripped my already lewdly splayed cheeks stretching them further; I tried to clench tired muscles. I suddenly felt two slender items pressing into me intimately. The water slow to warming; my cries and pleading only serving to incite them to further cruelty. My belly clenching, wanting to force out the water even as I tried to hold it in; some strange embarrassment at being seen doing such a degrading act. It was not as if they were going to allow such defiance. I felt the hoses pulled free; still I fought the horrid pain. I felt one of them step to each side; they worked in tandem too well; one cheek gripped by each as their hands pressed up on my belly; forcing out the body warmed water in a huge gush. Again the hoses were inserted and the torment began once more. They repeated it a third and fourth time before they were satisfied. And finally, their hands rudely and impersonally rubbed me down with soap before the chilled water froze me from head to splayed toes. Pulled from the torture rack; a leash attached to one of the many rings upon the collar they half dragged me from the room out into a sunlit courtyard, forcing me to crawl there. Before I had even had a chance to look around, I was pulled up a small ramp way. The leash was attached to a short post, my hands and ankles clipped to the outer corners of what seemed to be a table. Their hands fondled and tormented my flesh wantonly before walking away, admonishing me to behave better for the next handlers. There was just enough slack in the leash to allow me to almost lay down. The sun beating down was so warm; and after the ordeal I had been through; I was just worn out. I knew to close my eyes was to ensure I had no warning of what would happen next, but, I just couldn't hold back. What woke me was the sudden shock at my neck. My body jerking, nearly choking myself before I was conscious enough to realize what was happening; before I kneeled back up in the position I had been placed in. I was not sure how much time had passed, but it was significant enough to have allowed my long tresses to dry almost fully. Trying to look around earned me a harsh smack to my upraised ass. I became motionless swiftly; already learning quickly in the strict environment. I felt calloused hands massaging some sort of cream into my pussy. The mentholated sensation seemed to open me up. I nearly passed out as intimate attention was paid to my pussy. Afraid after each small touch that I would surely be bald forever before they were through. A brush was taking to my hair, the touch cruel as it worked through the unconditioned knots. Every cringe and whimper was met with punishment; the only question was to where it would be inflicted. Nothing was spared. With the last of the knots removed, the leash was attached to just below the table top, my shoulders resting against the edge, my ass raised up pervertedly over parted thighs. Between one blink and the next I saw two feet step to the head of the table. One hand on the back of my head, I watched as he fisted his large cock. Unsure if I had ever seen one as large; the head had to be over three inches wide, the length at least ten inches. The dark purple head glistened with pre-cum as he rubbed it over clenched lips. Letting go of his cock, his hand reached forward to grip a single nipple, twisting it painfully until I cried out. He took the moment of opportunity to drive his cock into the head of my mouth. Using both hands now, he fucked my mouth just as he would a pussy. Long punishing strokes thrusting him to my throat time and again. I couldn't help but gag as he pushed back to far. The convulsions of my throat giving him the opportunity he needed to shove the full measure into my mouth. My throat convulsing, begging for air, only served to enflame his lust. The first gigantic load was shot straight into my belly. By the second he had finally consented to allow me breath, pulling back and stroking his monstrous length to overflow my mouth with his thick seed. Swallowing it all was nearly impossible, but, it was that or drown as the third and final load was deposited in me. Leaving me in the submissive position, he walked away only long enough to bring a small laptop in front of the table. Turning it on, at first all that I could see was an empty hotel room, similar to the one I had fallen asleep in that first night. I opened my mouth to ask about the reason; but, instead found a large ball shoved between my lips; its straps secured firmly behind my head. It did not take long before I wished he had blindfolded me, and instead plugged my ears as well. Onto the screen appeared my husband; looking well-rested and content, his arms each wrapped around the waist of a young nubile beauty. Their hands far too busy working upon his shirt and pants as they fell into the bed. I am sure at this point, it would not have mattered in the slightest to me to know that he had been drugged; his body racing along the high of ecstasy and coke; unable to even think about what he was doing as the girls raised his lust to unquenchable levels. It was just a blink of the eye before all three were fully naked. The camera zoomed in to see the viscous liquid seeping from his cock head. His mouth and hands alternating between the clearly fake breasts; I could see the red marks rises on the pale tones as he got too rough. The two women seeming to love every moment, trying to urge his mouth closer as they sensually kissed each other. Finally ending on the bed, one woman slunk between his thighs, her face buried between the cheeks of his ass, lapping and suckling the tight pucker. The second one, splayed her slick pussy over his face; his hands gripping her splayed thighs to pull her closer as she leaned down to swallow his cockhead. I am not sure if I was more outraged that he was enjoying himself as I was punished; or that he was allowing them to do whatever they wanted so lewdly. There must have been more than one camera in the room, because I was subjected to a close up view of his mouth devouring her pussy. Watching as he fucked her slick hole with his tongue; his fingers slick with juices as they probed her ass. I was not sure if it was the moment, the idea taken from the tonguing he received, but, I was shocked as I watched he then begin to fuck her ass with his tongue until she screamed out her orgasm around his cock. Within moments, the arrangement changed. My husband rising over the girl that had tongued him, driving his cock roughly into her pussy as he leaned down to kiss her ferociously. My fingers clenching into my palms, outraged. He would not even kiss me after I had sucked him hard, afraid of tasting his own cum. I tried to close my eyes to the scenes; but, every time they shut, a small shock racing through my collar forced them open once more. I did not want to watch, of course, I was not given that option. I could not believe that he was enjoying himself so; carrying on not only with strange women doing things that he would not even do with me... but, not seeming to care at all that I had disappeared. That I was systematically tortured; all in the name of some sort of training.