He held her breast up by the nipple, pulling it outward until she groaned again. The pain shot through her, yet there was nothing she could do. Helpless, she moaned and he dropped it, letting the weight bounce and turn the pain to tingles.
He slapped the other one now, first one side and then the other, turning the skin pink. She was defenseless against the onslaught. His fingers burned on her skin and her pussy flooded, jealously desiring attention down below.
Something circled her breast and tightened, noose-like, around it. The sudden constriction made her pussy twitch and for a moment, Sarah rode a wave of pleasure she thought might take her over the edge.
But that was not to be. Not yet. The wave lessened, like the sea that crests far away and then gently laps against the shore. Her other breast was encircled as well and then she was left alone again.
Her own breath did the work this time…pressing her breasts hard against their bindings each time she took a breath. A drop of white cream escaped her nether lips and slowly slid along her skin and down to her thigh.
A noise pierced the silence of her hood. So slight, she almost missed it in her burgeoning arousal. Tension coiled in her body, she listened hard.
There it was again! A slight whoosh, as of a blunted sword cutting the air or a bat swung hard at a missed pitch. Close by. She cocked her head, trying to figure it out…and it landed. A sharp strike against her bound breasts that sent a streak of pain shocking through her system.
Taken by surprise, she couldn’t breathe. One second, two, then the pain faded and her breasts heaved as air rushed back into her lungs. What was that? Sarah’s mind reeled. Even as she struggled with what was happening, another blow fell.
Her body arched and she cried out, the sound more a moan because of the restricting hood. Stinging pain arced across both breasts, caused by a stripe of skin that burned for several seconds before fading into memory. She needed to come. Her pussy, a throbbing arousal pulsing with every heartbeat, ached for release. A third hard strike across her breasts made her scream, tears of frustration flowing into the leather hood.
Phillip watched Sarah’s body writhe on the crossbeams that formed a giant X. Known as a Saint Andrew’s cross, the structure stood independent at one end of the room. With the two planks crossed at such an angle, her body was effectively spread-eagled and available, her arms stretched to their limit and her toes barely reaching the floor.
Phillip made a motion and Will moved away from Sarah, putting the short cane back in the rack on the wall. Motioning for Anton to take his turn, Phillip went to stand behind her, letting her head rest on his chest again. He didn’t intend for this to be a respite, however. His slave needed to come and he intended to give her what she wanted.
Using only his fingernails, he lightly brushed against her bound and beaten breasts. She stiffened and moaned and he knew his nails felt like razorblades against her sensitive skin. Quickly he checked the temperature of her skin, stretched taut by the rope pulled tight at the base of her breasts. There was plenty of time yet before he needed to release them.
Anton had taken his position in front of Sarah, kneeling between her legs. Phillip had instructed the male slave to take his time…to tease her softly. By juxtaposing Will’s harsh cane with Anton’s soft touch, he knew her agony would be exquisite.
Hot. Hot air warmed her pussy, pulling her attention away from the torment of her breasts. Through the fog of her mind, Sarah tried to focus but couldn’t. Too many sensations assaulted her. She couldn’t concentrate on any of them. She could only let them happen to her and follow where they led her. Her pussy gaped wide open—wanting, needing to be filled, but all she could do was hang in her bindings, completely at the mercy of those who watched.
The razors mutilating her breasts disappeared. Someone fastened a belt around her waist that shortened her breath and held her tighter against the wood. The constriction, rather than further exciting her, served to center her, to give her a focal point. Leaning against the solid chest of the man behind her, Sarah took several measured breaths, isolating and enjoying each separate sensation. From the stretched muscles of her arms and torso and legs, to the hot moistness of her pussy, to her bound breasts, straining against their bindings with every deep breath, each one pushed her farther and farther into the realm of subspace.
Someone’s fingers now…one hand…circling around her thighs…over her shaved mound…down along the valley where hip and thigh met…circling…light touches…lulling her…
One finger dipping, sliding between her lips, plunging along her slit, then sliding up, dragging her wetness with it to circle a nipple, tightening it, making the risen nub harden in response.
Dipping again, the touch harder now. More insistent. Pulling her wetness from its warm birthplace to harden her other nipple. Pinching, tweaking first one, then the other before returning. Fingers that searched now, searched to find the spots to make her squirm.
Instinctively, her arm muscles tensed, wanting to bring her hand down and guide the fingers. But the bindings prevented her and a whimper of frustration whispered in her throat as two fingers plunged into her. Her pussy responded, relaxing to welcome the incursion even as her spirit soared.
Phillip held Sarah’s body, listening intently to every sound she made under the hood, feeling the way her body alternately tensed and relaxed under Anton’s skillful fingers. From where he stood behind her, Phillip couldn’t see exactly what Lady Aleshia’s slave was doing, though he was sure the man wouldn’t deviate from the instructions he’d been given. When Anton glanced up at him, he must’ve seen the concern on Phillip’s face, for he paused, holding up his left hand with four fingers raised.
Phillip nodded. Sarah’s mind had long since reached the state where they could do anything to her that they wanted and she wouldn’t say no. He’d chosen Anton for this particular task, since he had the smallest hands of all the men in the room. Maybe someday Sarah wouldn’t mind being fisted by a woman but he didn’t think she was ready for that quite yet. Even if she didn’t have a clue whose hand invaded her now, he was certain she would assume it to be a man’s.
Her head lolled on his chest as Anton’s fingers worked deeper into her pussy. Using his own hands to hold her waist, Phillip let his touch keep her grounded. With her mind floating free as it was now, she would need some way of returning when they were done with her.
Anton’s face was a study in concentration as he pushed gently against the muscles that tried to keep him out. He worked slowly and with great patience. Lady Aleshia stood to one side, occasionally oozing oil out of a plastic jar to help lubricate his hand as her slave gave pleasure to Sarah. Phillip felt grateful not only that Anton loved giving pleasure to women in general but also that his mistress didn’t mind sharing. Several times Sarah had mentioned being fisted as one of her fantasies, yet Phillip knew his own hands were much too large.
Will reclined on a small settee pushed against one wall of their dungeon, Jill kneeling before him, her mouth around his cock. Phillip’s own cock responded to the sight, seeing the naked slave servicing her Master just as Sarah now serviced him in a way she had yet to understand. Someday she would come to realize these things he did to her aroused him in a way he couldn’t always explain. She gave her body to him, trusted him to do her no harm and in return, he played her body like a fine instrument. Would she ever realize how erotic it was to see her like this? Totally at his mercy, being shared with his friends who knew him better than anyone in the world? And to know she not only agreed to this but enjoyed it as well made it all the sweeter.
“I’m in.”
Anton’s voice, quiet in the dimly lit room, sent a thrill straight to his cock. Nodding to Lady Aleshia, he watched her pick up a digital camera from a nearby table. Apparently finding several good angles, Phillip let her take over a dozen shots of Anton’s hand buried inside Sarah’s body before they moved to the last stage of what they had planned.
Time had stopped in Sarah’s mind. She hung from her wrists, her knees barely able to support her slender frame, her legs spread wide, her body invaded by a hand so large she could thought she would split in two.
And yet, he had been so patient, worked so slowly, her body not only accepted him but welcomed his persistence, swallowing his fist whole and closing behind, encasing his wrist like a lover’s hug. The part of her mind that still worked concentrated on her shallow breathing, letting the air fill the small space allowed by the constricting belt before expelling it slowly so as to not expel the wonder inside her body at the same time.
The person behind her moved away, taking care that her head should not drop backward. She was sorry to feel him go—his steadying presence had been welcome. The fist inside her didn’t move now. The two of them hung suspended in time and she just waited, accepting whatever they wanted to do to her.
Something small and cold and hard rubbed against her clit, slick, engorging that tiny organ even further. Far off, she thought she heard a low murmur but was past caring. Inside her, the hand moved, the fingers slowly opening like a flower in the rays of the sun. Her breathing, still shallow, quickened in pace.
Phillip knelt beside Anton, the long vibrator with the tiny head ready in his hand. “Tell me every time she comes,” he instructed quietly to the slave, careful to pitch his voice so Sarah wouldn’t hear him. Not that she would anyway, in the state they’d put her into. Her body simply waited for his touch.
Without turning the power on, he rubbed the vibe against the slickness of her clit. Already engorged from Anton’s touch, he watched it respond anew to the smooth ball at the end of the toy. He turned to the slave. “Open your hand.”
He gave Sarah a moment to adjust to the movement inside her before turning the toy on low. Lightly he skimmed it over her shaven pussy, letting the soft vibrations seep into her consciousness. Lady Aleshia now moved behind Sarah, supporting her head against her shoulder as the bound slave once again moaned in her ecstasy.
Phillip turned the vibrations up and centered the small round head right on top of her clit. Sarah’s reaction was immediate. Anton winced even as he grinned. “She’s coming, and coming hard.”
Phillip did not relent. He kept the vibe right where it was, prolonging her orgasm, wanting to push the limit of her endurance. How long could she come? “Still?” he asked Anton.
“Still.” The slave shifted his position to get a more comfortable angle for himself. Sarah’s pussy lips contracted around his wrist, alternately pulling him deeper and trying to push him out.
Sarah’s muffled screams had the attention of both Will and Jill now. They watched her sweat-covered body writhe on the crossed beams, totally at the mercy of the man who guided the toy and the slave who invaded her body. Jill’s lips were parted and her breathing quick. Will leaned down and whispered in her ear, “You may come as well, slave.”
Not needing a second invitation, Jill’s hand slipped between her legs and she rubbed her clit, coming gently in counterpoint to Sarah’s violence.
Phillip turned the setting on the vibrator again, this time pushing it to full strength. The loud hum filled the room and Sarah’s whimpering changed in response. No longer dark and feral, she now whimpered loudly in high-pitched tones as her body continued to orgasm, wave after wave plunging through her body. Phillip worked a finger in beside Anton’s wrist and reveled in the contractions.
A full three minutes had passed from the first moment of her orgasm and Phillip decided he’d pushed Sarah enough. He lowered the setting on the vibe gradually, letting her down easy. Knowing her clit would be either supersensitive or deadened by now, he pulled his finger from her pussy and slid it over the hood of that delicate organ, testing to see which it was. She didn’t appear to notice and that confirmed it. She was ready to come back to earth.
He leaned back on his heels, watching as Anton carefully pulled his hand from her pussy. Sarah’s body spasmed on the beams but Phillip knew they were simply leftovers as her body recovered.
He untied the foot closest to him, signaling to Will to untie the other, not surprised when she didn’t even make an attempt to stand up.
While Anton went to wash, Phillip took the belt from around her waist, standing close and holding her as Jill and Lady Aleshia released her arms.
“I’m here, Sarah. Can you hear me?”
The nod against his chest was weak but it was a nod. Picking her up in his arms, he carried her to the couch and laid her down. Unbuckling the hood, he unzipped it and turned the bottom up so that fresh air caressed the lower half of her face but he did not yet pull it off.
Not until everyone had left the room, blowing out all the candles as they went, did he remove it the rest of the way. The room was dark and no light would hurt her eyes, or give her a clue as to where they were. Phillip turned the mask inside out to dry a little before he would make her wear it home. The night was magical to her because she didn’t know where she was. He wouldn’t take that away from her.
There wasn’t enough room for him to lie beside her, so he gathered her into his arms, letting his warmth comfort her while he spoke soothing words to ease the transition that reunited her soul with her body and mind.