20 comments/ 23967 views/ 9 favorites The Bench By: Salamando_Flames Phil had given up struggling against his bonds. There was no breaking the women's magical restraints, and even if he somehow could break them, it's not like he could go anywhere to hide. In a world of Sex Mages, and especially in a small town like this, he'd be lucky to get a block before a woman would catch him and "put him back where he belonged." Where he belonged right now was sitting on the recently constructed wooden bench that circled the garden and fountain centerpiece of the town square. He, and a few other men dispersed among the bench, sat with their arms pinned over the backs of the bench, their feet planted firmly on the ground, with their legs spread wide. They were all nude, and frozen in place, the only movements they could make being to blink, breathe, and twitch their rock hard cocks. These were the modern day "stocks," and had become the primary means of punishment for male criminals since the town had become part of a new Queendom. Men who were punished this way were pinned for days to the benches with magic, their genitals free game for any woman who wished to tease them mercilessly, without relief. On the plus side, the magic's healing side effects kept the men from getting hurt; they suffered neither sunburn nor chill nor hunger while they were pinned, and despite not moving for hours on end, their muscles didn't cramp, nor did they suffer sores. However, such pains would have been nothing compared to the agony of teasing they received. The sheer sexual tension drove the men to the brink of insanity, their penises and testicles aching with extreme need, even as the women of the town visited pleasures upon them so frequently and intensely that the pleasure itself became a sort of pain, magnified by the refusal to allow the men to cum. This was Phil's first turn on the stocks. He'd been skimming money from the registers at the store he worked at, careful to avoid any security cameras while he did so. Stupidly, he'd thought he'd get away with it, because his intentions and actions weren't in the least bit sexual, thus women weren't going to detect his thoughts on the matter. He'd always heard a woman could only read the sexual thoughts and memories of a man. Apparently, that was only to start with. A woman who'd been in enough sexual contact with a man could go deeper. So when his ex-girlfriend appeared at his store and took a peek in his mind, he'd been found out instantly. Ever ready for payback, she'd reported him immediately. And so, here he was on the stocks. He'd only been there for a day, and he was already ready to cut his penis and testicles off with a rusty spoon if it meant never having to experience this kind of punishment again. He was so horny, so agonized by the need for relief, he was all but delirious with lust-fever. And not a single woman who passed him by gave him even a hint of pity, even as fresh new sensations tenderly assaulted his genitals and libido, lovingly brutalizing him the way only a woman could. "So stupid," he heard a woman say. His attention drew towards his right, where a few feet away, another man was pinned down. He couldn't quite make out who it was, as he couldn't turn his head to look. But he could see the two women, dressed in business suits and standing with their arms crossed, clucking their tongues at the other man. From the way he was slouched, Phil could just barely see the man's penis, beet red with tension, quivering between his legs like a vibrator. The women laughed at his suffering. "You'd think these boys would realize at some point how powerless they are. But some men just never quite believe what we can do to them. Isn't that right, Frank?" Frank... Frank... he'd heard something about him in the paper. Frank had tried to force himself on a woman he'd thought didn't have her powers yet. Absolutely desperate from months without relief. Now, they were saying he'd be fixed with a permanent orgasm block, even after a week on the Bench. Phil felt a sympathetic pang of dread for the man. Of course, he shouldn't have forced himself on the woman. But then again, the things women did to them, driving men out of their minds with lust whether they deserved it or not... Phil blinked as he saw the women snap their gaze towards him, sensing his thoughts. One of them smirked, and sauntered over to him, while the other stayed focused on Frank. The woman, dressed in light grey business attire, appraised Phil, and smirked as she saw his penis throbbing. "So, what did you do to be here, hmm?" Brazenly, she grabbed his penis, and gazed into his eyes. She could feel her mind rooting through his thoughts. "Robbery, huh? And you thought you'd get away with it because it didn't have anything to do with your cock?" She pulled her hand back and watched his cock jerk in a futile attempt to cum, just from her brief touch. "Silly boy. Your cock is all you are." A muffled cry suddenly sounded, and Phil glanced back over to Frank. He was flushed and sweating, and his penis looked even harder and darker than before, if it was possible. It was also literally vibrating now, actually causing a low buzzing sound. The woman standing before him had a wicked grin on her face. Frank was mewling pitifully, his tormentor visiting maddening sensations upon his genitals without even bothering to touch him. "Hey. Cock." Phil glanced back to the woman standing in front of him. "What's the most humiliating thing a woman has ever done to you?" Phil tried desperately not to think of it, but of course, it was fruitless. Tell someone not to think of pink elephants, what's the first thing that will flash into their minds? And so, Phil blushed as he remembered a time at a college party, when his then girlfriend, drunk on booze and her newly awakened Sex Magic, had made him strip naked and get on all fours in front of everybody. She and her sorority sisters had made a game of blind "pin the shoe on the ass." The girls, drunk and stumbling, had tried taking a five inch heel and burying it in his asshole. His girlfriend had managed it, and she had worked it in just right that he had almost orgasmed right there. Of course, he'd been orgasmed blocked, but every woman sensed his edging, and roared with laughter, taking pictures as he thrashed and cried at edge of release, his girlfriend freezing him in place with her magic as she slowly worked the heel in and out, twisting it to probe his prostate. The next day, he'd broken up with her, and pictures of him getting buttfucked with a shoe had been plastered over his FapReport page. He had been just one of a dozen men played with at the party that way, but that had remained the most embarrassing moment of his life. The woman before him giggled as she read his thoughts. "Oh, my," she said. "You poor thing. Well. I'll make this feel gentle then." She winked and Phil's eyes went wide as he felt that hauntingly familiar sensation of a hard heel penetrating his sphincter, the edges lightly scratching along his walls, before rocking slowly back and forth. Oh, God, why were women given this power? To just, with a mere thought, send a man spiraling into an utter hell of inhuman ecstasy without release? The woman laughed and leaned forward, her lips and breath tickling his ear in a way that made him swoon, even despite the torment she was visiting upon him. "Because, sweetie," she said, huskily. "It's what you men deserve. You were meant to be tortured by us women. It's what you were built for. The Goddess wouldn't have given you penises if she didn't intend for us women to play with and tease them." She then laughed again and stood tall, giving him another wink, before walking back over to her friend and Frank, leaving Phil to stew in the sensations assaulting his ass. And poor Frank all but bellowed as the other woman rejoined in the fun, doing something to Frank that Phil couldn't even imagine. But he had his own torment to worry about now, and all he could do was squeeze his eyes shut and try not to cry from the frustration and humiliation. The sensations lasted a few more hours, sending him into a heady haze, even as other random licks and strokes and feather swipes and squeezes assaulting his genitals over and over. He was leaking pre-cum like a faucet by this point, staining the wood of the bench. He occasionally came out of his stupor as a few more people came up to play with him in person. At one point, two girls he vaguely recognized as new hires at his store, sat on either side of him. They were not quite old enough to have Sex Magic of their own, but compensated by bringing feathers to idly tease him with while they chatted about teenager nonsense. At some point, they left, and some other young girl was there, holding his cock between her ample breasts, staring at his face with wide, curious eyes. Energy was flowing from her skin into him, supercharging his cock. She would occasionally lean her head down and lick a drop of pre-cum from his tip, but he was already steadily leaking over her breasts. A younger woman, perhaps only just gaining her Magic, and curious to try it out, studying her effects on him. He lost track of time, but it was getting dark by the time she left. As people went home for the night, the teasing relented, until he could get his wits about himself. He and the other men sat in the dark, still unmoving. Phil wondered if they would finally be granted a reprieve, be allowed to sleep and rest before the teasing torment picked up again the in morning. No such luck. Less than hour after the shops around the town square closed, and the pedestrian traffic dried up, the street lights went out, dousing the men in nothing by starlight. And then, they could hear footsteps approaching. Phil's heartbeat quickened as he saw the silhouettes of women approaching. One in particular came towards him, and though it was hard to tell with only starlight to light the area, he realized she was naked. Even as she came right up to him, he couldn't see her face in the darkness. He could, however, feel her warmth, her soft but firm skin as she brushed against him. She climbed onto his helpless body, sitting on his lap. He could feel the wet heat from her pussy, less than an inch from his cock. She leaned forward and lightly pressed her breasts to his face, then shifted to the side, lightly dragging her hard nipples over his lips. Instinctively, he tried to open his mouth to fasten his lips around her breasts, entranced by her touch. Even as badly as he needed to cum, his male instinct was to try and pleasure her, to draw affection from her body. And then she hugged him, pressing his face between her breasts until he couldn't breathe, before shifting her hips and taking his hard cock fully inside. Phil screamed in both panic and painfully intense pleasure. She rocked her hips and her breath became husky as she fucked him, first sweetly slow, then gradually increasing to a wild pistoning. She gasped and cried and whimpered as she pleased herself with his helpless body, using him like a living dildo. All the while, she kept his face pressed against her, preventing sight, and breath, her magic keeping him sustained even as his lungs screamed for air. But even the need to breathe was eclipsed by the intensity of his need to cum. His mind went into a surreal headspace, half-unconscious, but unable to pass out, pleasure and pain pounding through his body. He heard feminine shrieks of pleasure, and felt her body shudder in orgasm on his, and her climax briefly spiked the sensations even stronger. But she kept going, as he could swear he heard the gasps and cries of other women and man as well. The other men on the bench must also be getting used, but at the moment, he was too far gone to logic that out. He thought he was hallucinating from the sensation overload, or that the woman riding him was using some kind of psychic trick. He didn't know how long she was on him, but eventually, the sensations faded, and he gradually became aware again. He must have been permitted to pass out at some point, because when his eyes fluttered open again, it was morning, and the town square was already bustling with people starting their daily routines. The woman was long gone. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. His cock was throbbing, but no one was teasing it at the moment, and the ache of tension had faded. He'd been in the stocks for only a day, it already felt like forever. He didn't think he could take three more days of this. He became aware of a shadow falling over him, and he opened his eyes. If he could have moved, he would have jumped, but all he could do was blink. His cock twitched as he recognized his most recent ex-girlfriend, Julia. "You seem to be having fun," she said, giving him a look of bored tolerance. She squinted at him a moment and he could feel her in his mind, probing his thoughts. "Wow, you got lucky last night. First time actually touching a woman since me, huh? Ouch, and she was rough." Mentally, he was trying not to panic, the rush of sexual memories making his heart beat faster, and his cock throb. Julia smirked as she watched his memories stream by. She reached down and gave the end of his cock a sharp flick. He blinked, the closest he could come to wincing. "What did I tell you about thinking that way about me, hmm? We're not a couple anymore, so you don't get to have erotic thoughts about me." Phil let out a pitiful moan. As if he could even remotely help it! And she knew he couldn't, either. And she didn't care. Any excuse to punish him. "Stop it," she scolded. She flicked the end of his cock sharply several times, something she loved to do to humiliate and chastise him when they'd been together. So of course, the flicking did nothing to help him stop thinking about their time together. Her fingers drifted down to his swollen testicles. His eyes widened, but he could do nothing to stop her as she flicked them hard with every syllable. "I. Said. Stop. It." Tears streams from his eyes as pain exploded in his balls, and he instinctively fought the mystical bindings to try and curl up. He barely managed to twitch his fingers and toes, the most movement he'd managed since being bound down. Julia shook her head and tsked at him. "Hopeless," she said. She gave his penis head one more flick, gentler this time, and turned to walk away. Then she paused and turned back. "Almost forgot," she said, and dug into her purse. She pulled out a black thong, the kind she used to wear when they were first dating. "Wore this for three days straight," she said as she affixed the lingerie to his head, the stained crotch right over his nose. Her scent assailed his nostrils, and he couldn't help but remember all the times she'd ridden his face while his cock went untouched all night. "There you go," she said, and laughed. She pulled out her phone and took a few pictures. "A few for the profile." She laughed again as she turned and walked off, leaving him to grow dizzy from her scent burning through his nostrils with every breath. As she walked away, a new wave of feather sensations picked up on his balls and shaft, swirling around the head, making his penis burn with pleasure too intense to handle. He'd only been on the bench a single day and night so far, and he had two more to go. At this point, he would have rather taken a few years in prison. He had no idea how he was going to survive the Bench with his sanity intact. The Bench on the Dune A story inspired by and dedicated to a beautiful "Literotican" who post on the Amateur pic pages - yes she is naughty! You arrived at the beach and it seemed deserted. It was great to get away midweek away from everyday life and to relax. The sun was shining, it was hot and you were excited about your first photo shoot away from home. Somehow the idea of being naked among the elements was even more exciting than offering yourself to your fans via the computer at home. Your husband seemed delighted to have found a new location too as he unloaded the picnic and cameras while you were lost in thought. Something that he had said on the drive was stuck in your mind and wouldn't let go. He had talked about the story that the English guy had written and you had discussed. flirtatiously, what he and you would have done in his situation. The thought of being watched excited you both but in reality what would you have done in those circumstances? You had not reached a conclusion but with your husband encouraging a more open and erotic lifestyle and finding that you really enjoyed it, you were not saying never to anything. You climbed the dune and found the spot. There was a wooden bench from which you could see the curves of the other dunes and the sea breaking on the beach. Just the two of you in sight you both stripped off and opened the wine, still chilled from your freezer box. You had been able to sunbathe nude on your balcony so your body was well tanned and ready to be captured by your husband with his new digital camera. The wine was both refreshing and stimulating and after half an hour your husband cleared everything off the bench and asked if you were ready to start. You felt very sensitive as the light breeze hardened your nipples and seemed to caress your body as the wine worked it's magic. You were ready. The first shots were sensual and showed the form of your body perfectly, standing on the bench looking out to sea. Then you lay down on the bench, first on your front giving that sideways coquettish look that you do so well. Sitting up between shots and feeling very sensual you noticed two things. Your husband was beginning to get an erection and you thought you saw a slight movement in the wispy tall grass on one side of the dune. You said nothing, unsure why, and carried on. This time on your back with your husband giving you your poses that spread you open in the sun. He told you to caress yourself which you did with pleasure and without question until your head was hanging over one end of the bench and your legs spread either side of it with one hand opening up your pussy as if in sacrifice to the sun. You were soaking wet with the perspiration giving your body a sheen and your cunt wet and open was feverishly caressed by your fingers, faster and faster, until your orgasm arched your back with it's force and a guttural cry came from your throat as your husband caught your moments of ecstasy on film. He was not the only one to see this and as your mind cleared you realised that the thought of someone watching you had made your climax even stronger which made you pull your husband towards you, firstly for reassurance and then as you felt his hard cock against you, for more satisfaction. It was quick, hard and passionate as he thrust into you inflamed by desire having watched you orgasm in front of him. As his seed rushed into you, you cried out again and then held him close. Sated, you sat down again and had a snack with more wine and looked at the shots on the camera. They looked so good that they started to make you feel sensual again and lost in each other you did not see the stranger arrive. He apologised for disturbing you and as you focused on him you were taken aback. He was at least 6 feet tall and naked. Brown allover from the sun with a lean rangy look and finely muscled body his long brown hair slightly streaked from days in the sun. You both looked at his penis at the same time noting that it was long also brown and very thick with veins that stood out, gleaming in the sun. You glanced at each other and smiled. It seemed that his cigarette lighter had got wet and he was looking for a light. You offered him a light and your husband asked him if he would like to join you for a drink. You looked at him with a quizzical look but your husband just smiled back at you. You chatted and you wondered if he had seen your session earlier, looking directly into his clear blue eyes for some clue. You felt wet again at the thought and you felt a sexual tension in the air as your husband finished the wine. "I'll get some more from the car" he said, "I'll be back in ten minutes" The stranger complimented you on your colour, deepened further by the hot sun, but said that you needed protection and took out his lotion. "It's ok" you said, "We have some" but he insisted that his was excellent and you should try it. You felt an element of submission as you agreed and he started to oil your back. The lotion was like a balm on your skin and his strong yet gentle hands were sending a message to your pussy that you were not totally comfortable with. Perhaps the absence of your husband was the reason. Anyway, he would be back soon. Go with the flow was your decision, after all this was delicious, a handsome stranger stroking your back. As he finished, you were shocked to hear yourself say that he hadn't finished all your body and you laid out on the bench while he oiled your legs. This was divine as he massaged your toes and you knew that he would see your wet pussy as he moved up your legs. You were trembling slightly as your husband reappeared and slightly taken aback as he indicated you should continue. As he took out his camera you realised why. He asked the strangers permission, who agreed, and he took some shots of you on your front with the stranger astride the bench massaging your back and then, to your amazement, told you to turn over. The stranger stood to one side and as you turned onto your back you could see the monster between his legs begin to harden. He stood astride you again and massaged your shoulders then your breasts and a mixture of shame and pleasure washed over you as your nipples puckered to his touch. You looked at your husband who was taking shots with a semi-hard cock between his legs and thought that if he was happy then you trusted him and he would stop it if things went further than he wanted. So you lay back and submitted to the massage, your stomach quivering as he opened your legs to oil your thighs. Your pussy now open to his gaze. Your husband suddenly asked for another pose. He wanted the stranger astride the bench and you astride him. The stranger agreed and before you knew it you were sitting astride his muscular thighs, his fast growing cock standing up between you. Your husband turned round to adjust his camera and the stranger picked you up by the buttocks and gently but firmly placed you onto his rigid shaft. You let out a gasp as he filled you and wide eyed looked at your husband as he turned round. "you look more comfortable now" he said and carried on shooting. You couldn't believe it. Did he know that this man was already inside you? "I want you to kiss" he said. Another taboo broken, you thought until the stranger kissed you softly then more firmly and as his tongue found yours the pure pleasure contracted your pussy around his shaft. Breathless you broke apart and as the stranger began slowly but surely to lift you up and down almost imperceptibly at first you looked at your husband who was wide eyed with lust at the images in front of him. The pace quickened and now it was obvious as you couldn't hold back as his tool impaled you time and time again. Your head fell back , lost in a world of pleasure you suddenly felt your husband behind you and as if in a haze you felt him enter your ass and the two tools working in unison lifted you off the bench with each thrust as they slid against each other with only a thin wall of flesh between them. The explosion was incredible, two jets of hot sperm shooting into your body as you fell back on your husbands chest your body writhing on their shafts still spurting inside you. You screamed and your body shook uncontrollably , one hand clutching the hair of the stranger the other behind you holding onto your husband as if on a bizarre fairground ride until all the waves of pleasure became more manageable and the three of you became one in a soaking, heaving silent hug. The beach would never be the same again. ------------------- Feedback is appreciated, thanks. The Bench Warmer As soon as the door was open, her purse was on the floor and her shoes were off. It had been a long day and she wanted nothing more than a hot bath and a night in front of the TV. But when she walked into the living room, she knew it was not going to be a relaxing night, but she was OK with that. The coffee table had been pushed off to the wall, and in its place was a small, wooden bench. It reminded her of the one in the dugout at her softball games, but shorter - maybe about four feet long. What was on the bench, though, was something she definitely never saw at softball. Laid out neatly in a row was a pair of handcuffs, a blindfold, a ball gag, and a note. She picked up the note and read it. "You know what to do," it said, "and you'd better do it right. Bruce" She simultaneously felt butterflies in her stomach and warmth in her groin. They'd fantasized about something like this, but she never thought he'd actually follow through with it. She smiled. This could be just what she needed. He watched on his laptop's screen in the bedroom. The wireless camera he'd set up was at the perfect angle. As she pulled her shirt off, he felt his cock start growing hard as he saw her ample cleavage pushing out of the top of her red laced bra. He reached down and absently stroked himself as he watched her pull off her pants, showing off her beautiful ass through her panties. She folded her clothes neatly and put them on the couch. Then, she looked around, obviously wondering where he was. But she knew better. They'd talked about this, "what if"ed it. She knew she was not to question him, not to go looking. She was just to obey his instructions. He watched her reach around and unclasp her bra, letting her beautiful breasts fall free. Her pierced nipples stood fully erect, and his cock was now fully erect, too. He pulled down his pants enough so he could let it free from its painful hold. Her panties came down, revealing her neatly trimmed pussy, with it's patch of red hair to match the hair on her head. She had a personality to match, but now he was going to tame it. She picked up the gag and studied it. She hesitated for a moment, then took a deep breath and wrapped it around her head, placing it carefully into her mouth. She knelt by the bench and then put the blindfold on, pressing it with her hands and then checking to make sure she couldn't see at all. He was amazed at how well she could obey. Then, she bent over and wrapped her arms around the bench, taking the handcuffs and binding her wrists so she could not get away from it. As she laid herself across the bench, he saw her wince as some splinters worked their way into her bare breasts. The look of pain made his cock jump in his hand. She was ready, but he knew he couldn't just jump in. So, he watched her, absently stroking his cock as he admired her naked body laid out. From the angle of the camera, he could see a little bit of moisture forming in her cunt. She was not only ready, she was anticipating what was coming! Finally, he redressed himself, made one final check to make sure his laptop was recording the whole scene, grabbed the gym bag from beside his desk, and walked out the bedroom door. "Looks like my little slut has gotten herself in a mess," he said as he walked into the living room. She jumped, startled at the sound of his voice. She instinctively looked around, but the blindfold prevented her from seeing where she was. Smiling, he put down the camera and silently walked up near her head. "What should we do about this?" he asked. He reached down and gently stroked her hair, then grabbed a handful and yanked her head back. She let out a little squeal and he felt his rigid member jump inside his pants. He studied her face. With the blindfold covering her eyes and the gag in her mouth, she looked pitiful, but he could tell by the rhythm of her breathing that there was a mixture of trepidation and lust. "Are you going to be a good girl?" he asked. She tried to nod, but his grip on her hair prevented it, so she just lightly moved her head in acknowledgment. "I don't believe you," he said, and his other hand slapped her across the face to make his point. There was a loud slap, and she let out a muffled scream of surprise. He let go of her hair and looked as a handprint appeared on her cheek. He smiled. He knew she loved it, but he was going to treat her as his personal toy for a while. "Listen here, bitch," he said. "I know how bad you've been. You don't think I know how you play with yourself when you're home alone? How you want to be a sex toy? Well, now you're my toy. You don't deserve to be treated like a woman. No, slut, you are a sex object and you're going to be treated that way. You got it, bitch?" She lay there, breathing heavily, but didn't respond. He gave her a hard slap on the ass and grabbed her hair again. "I asked you a question," he yelled. A timid "uh huh" came out through the gag. He smiled and said, "Good girl." Then he let go of her hair. The sudden release sent her head forward, and she just managed to stop from smacking it on the bench. He began to run his hand along the soft skin of her back, enjoying the feel of her body. He rubbed down the length of her back until he could cup her smooth, round ass. Then, he worked his way back up and slid his hand under her breast. He rubbed and felt its shape, enjoying the feel of her ample tit in his hand. He could smell her wetness increase as he moved his fingers around her areola then pinched the nipple. He flicked it with his fingers, letting it rub on the bench as he moved his fingers back and forth. His hands then continued their exploration, moving back down to her ass and between her legs. He felt her pussy, and the wetness covered his fingers as he rubbed it on the outside. He wanted to put a finger in, but knew now was not the time, so instead he pulled his hand away and stood up. He stepped over to the gym bag and opened it, pulling out the camera. She moved her head slightly when she heard the beep and click as he snapped pictures of her laid out on the bench. "We'll call these the before pictures," he said. He leaned in close to get a shot of the handprint still clearly displayed across her cheek. "Beautiful," he added, then set the camera down and reached into the bag again. The first indication she had of the paddle was when it smacked onto her ass with a loud smack. She yelped, then cried out again as he whacked her a second time. The screams turned to whines, then moans of pleasure as he continued to beat her ass with the wooden paddle, turning her ass cheeks a nice shade of pink. A trickle of fluid dripped out of her wet cunt and ran down her leg. He stopped as abruptly as he had started, then moved to the gym bag again. "You're such a fucking slut," he said, adding a hint of contempt to his voice. "I know you'd rather fuck your fake cock than my real one any day." He could see her eyes widen as she realized what was coming. He knew she loved playing with her dildo, and even though they were always open about it, she still had never used it in front of him. He looked at it for a minute. It was dark brown, thick, and long – longer and thicker than him. He wondered about it. Did she want a real black cock in her? Hmm...something he'd have to remember later. He moved over to her and rubbed the dildo gently across her cheek. "You like this thing, don't you, bitch," he said, and whipped it back then smacked it down on her cheek, beating her on the face with the large rubber dick. "You like this big, black cock, don't you?" He stepped back towards her ass again. "You love to fuck the giant black dick, you fucking slut." As the last word came out of his mouth, the dildo shoved into her pussy. A sound of shock and pleasure erupted from around the gag as it slid into her soaking wetness. He pounded it in and out, shoving it deep inside until her screams reached a climax and her body stiffened as she came. He stopped moving the dildo and pulled his hand away, leaving it inside her. "You look good with that cock in you," he said. "But, I think you need to understand how bad you've been, playing with yourself behind my back." And with that, the paddle came down across her thighs, shoving the dildo back into her pussy. He smacked her a few more times, each stroke vibrating the cock inside her and pushing deeper inside than it had been before. She yelled out as the pain combined with pleasure as another orgasm moved through her. He stopped again, looking at her. He grabbed the camera and took several more snapshots. "You should see yourself," he said. "You look like a dirty whore who's been used up." He smiled, "Oh, wait – you are!" He set down the camera and stood back, admiring her beautiful body, countering her sweaty messy face and hair and bright red ass. He was as hard as a rock, and couldn't hold out much longer. He undressed silently as she lay there, moving her head around trying to orient on his location. Finally, he let her know where he was by laying his cock on her forehead. "Is this what you're looking for?" She didn't move, but lay there panting as he began slapping her gently on the face with his hard member. "You want this cock to fuck you?" He stepped back again. "Oh, wait," he said, "You already have a monster cock inside you, what good will my little dick do? Unless..." He let the word hang in the air. She started to protest weakly as his intentions dawned on her. Her ass had been off limits to him, but he also knew that she was playing with a butt plug when he wasn't around. It was time. He pulled a bottle of lube from the bag and poured some on his erection. Then he poured some more between her ass cheeks. She started as the cool liquid ran across her asshole. He ran his finger across hit, lightly tickling the little brown hole, then gently inserted his well-lubed finger inside. "There's no room in your pussy for me, bitch," he said gently. "So I'll just have to use the hole that's available." His finger came out, and he pressed the tip of his lubed cock at the entrance to her ass. Firmly but slowly, he pushed in. She tensed a little, then relaxed as he moved inside her tight ass. He realized that she must have been using the plug more than he realized, because – while it was tight – she received his full length readily. He started pumping in and out, her sphincter tightening around his cock as he moved. The feeling was incredible, and it wasn't long before he was pounding into her, listening to her grunts of ecstasy as his cocked filled her. He could feel the dildo through the wall between her vagina and her rectum. The feelings were like nothing he'd felt before, and both of them were lost in the pleasure. He felt her squeeze down tightly as she came with such intensity that the dildo popped out of her pussy. The feeling pushed him over the edge and cum spurted out deep into her. Finally, he stopped and pulled his cock out. "Good bitch," he said after he caught his breath. "You are such a good slut, I'll make sure you're properly rewarded later." He gathered up his clothes and all the implements he'd brought with him – except the dildo. He slid it back inside her one more time and left it there, then deftly unlocked one of the clasps of the handcuffs. Without another word, he disappeared into the bathroom, and left her. She didn't realize he was gone until she heard the shower running. She lay there for a minute, basking in the feelings of her abused body. She knew she would be asking for another session soon.