Erotic Stories

Have you ever tried to walk with a dildo inside you? It’s weird, let
me tell you. I had a dildo, a big one, up my pussy and a big butt-plug
in my ass. There was no fear of them falling out because I was also
wearing skin-tight jeans. The jeans squeezed into my pussy very tightly,
and I ached there because my skin was feeling sore and raw. I wore a
black turtleneck sweater that was just as skin tight as the jeans. The
high collar helped to hide the thin leather collar around my throat, and
the two narrow chains which descended to my nipples and were attached to
my nipple rings.
It had only been a few days since I’d gotten them pierced. Tommy
had tied me up spread-eagled on the bed, fondled me, gotten me
incredibly hot, then gagged me. He then opened the bedroom door and the
Chinese girl who had been in our earlier session had come in. I moaned
into the gag, but knew there was nothing I could do about what was going
to happen.
The girl, entirely naked, had spent a lot of time licking a trail
up and down my body, sucking and chewing and biting on my breasts and
nipples, then licking my clit until I thought my head would explode.
Then she’d abruptly stopped. Tommy had brought over bowl, towels, a
bottle, a razor, and other items and set them between my legs, and the
Chinese girl had carefully shaved what little hair I had between my legs
until I was completely bald. That had embarrassed me to no end, despite
my state of arousal, because I could see by raising my head that I was
completely bare, completely visible.
Then, however, she had rubbed something over my right nipple, and
as Tommy looked over her shoulder had squeezed at the base of my areola
and pressed a needle against my pink skin. My eyes had bulged and I’d
yelled into the gag, but of course, they had ignored me. I wasn’t, to be
honest, all that opposed to the idea, but when the pain hit I yelled and
strained against my bonds.
They used a fairly large needle to pierce both my nipples. Tommy
said he wanted to be able to put thicker rings into them – and did. They
were quarter sized, and thick enough that when I was naked their weight,
though not enough to pull my nipples down, was – noticeable at all
times, a constant sense of tugging.
Then, my legs straining wide, the girl had rubbed more alcohol on
my pussy and pierced my clit. She used a thinner needle, but it hurt! I
was straining and screaming into the gag for several seconds as she
finished and put the third ring in place.
That ring was now jammed up against me by the tight jeans, and it
hurt. But I was becoming used to sexual pain, and it was only a small
distraction, even compared to the dildo.
I was pushing a shopping cart slowly along, grabbing items off the
shelves, checking my list, just like everyone else here. But I felt
apart from them because of what I was doing, because of the dildo and
the butt-plug and the collar and chains pulling on my nipples.
I was living a life that seemed to have less and less time for
anything but sex. Sex was coming to take over everything, even my mind.
I was spending more time tied up, and in more and more uncomfortable
positions. Lately Tommy had been hog tying me, bending my body back so
that my ankles and wrists could be bound together, then leaving me like
that for hours. That left my back throbbing even now.
Spaghetti. I needed spaghetti.
I pushed the cart along and inspected the cans. They were low, and
I had to bend, and feel the dildo twisting inside me, my insides moving
around it as I bent further. I squatted, then, grunting at my sore back,
at the sore muscles in my legs, then plucked the ones I wanted and moved
along.
The odd thing was I was becoming less attached to Tommy. He was
acting like an arrogant, overbearing prick all the time now, and I can’t
say it was making me feel very affectionate towards him. I put up with
it because the sex was incredible, a total fucking rush.
And like I said, our relationship was becoming more and more about
sex, and less and less about anything else.
I finished paying for the groceries and took them out to the car,
then drove back to Tommy’s place. I was more or less staying there now,
though I hadn’t really moved my stuff in. Why should I, I thought
cynically, when I never wore any clothes there anyway. It was becoming
quite natural and normal to be naked around the house, and as long as
the place was kept warm I didn’t mind.
As soon as I got in I set down the groceries, then stripped. I was
glad to get out of the jeans, to be honest, and rubbed my bare pussy
gingerly as I set them aside.
The jeans would have kept the dildo from slipping out but they
weren’t needed for that purpose. I had a thin belt around my hips, and a
narrow chain dangled from it. The chain went through the ring piecing my
clit, and was attached to the base of the dildo. The chain, in turn, had
a spiky little ball just where it passed through the ring, and the ball
had been jammed against my clit the whole time I was wearing the jeans.
It had hurt, but it had also been incredibly irritating. Now I gently
stroked my clit, feeling the relief as the pain and irritation began to
fade.
This, of course, made me hot. Hell, almost everything made me hot,
these days, and so I just propped my bottom against the narrow table
just inside the door, spread my legs, and rubbed myself until I came.
It didn’t take long.
Then I picked up the groceries, brought them into the kitchen, and
put them away. With that done I had time to start thinking about my
homework. I really did need to find time for it, even if it was hard to
keep my mind on my work with the kinds of – distractions – I regularly
had to deal with.
But Tommy wasn’t home, so now was my chance. I put my things on the
coffee table and knelt next to it. This kept my sore pussy off the
floor, or a chair if I’d been sitting, and I could sort of rest my
breasts on the table so the chains didn’t pull on my still-sore nipples.
I did manage to get some work done, but I was still distracted from
time to time by my body. The fact Tommy wasn’t in was helpful, but I
felt a certain tension about what he’d do when he returned, and whether
he’d bring anyone with him.
The cordless phone rang, and I plucked it off the table and punched
the button.
“Hello?”
“It’s me, slut,” Tommy said. “I want you to go upstairs and get
handcuffs shackles, and a ring gag with a penis filler. Bring them
downstairs, and then put the gag into your slut mouth, shackle your
ankles together, kneel in front of the door, and handcuff your wrists
behind your back. Do you have all that, slut?”
“Who are you bringing home?” I asked, feeling an electrical
tingling in my groin, a hot ache and anxious thrill.
“Do as I tell you, slut. You have ten minutes.”
I hung up, my heart starting to pound, then got up and went
upstairs. I was wary and worried about who he’d bring home this time,
knowing I’d be embarrassed. But I also felt a hot thrum of hunger as I
did as he directed and positioned myself before the front door. I
stuffed the ring gag into my wide open mouth, then buckled it behind my
head. I stuffed the latex penis filler inside and snapped it there, then
cuffed my ankles together.
I sat back on my heels, knees spread wide, then cuffed my right
hand and brought my hands back behind me. After a little fumbling, I got
my left snapped tight, and waited.
It seemed a lot longer then a few minutes before I heard a key in
the door. My heart began to pound really hard and I felt my nipples
throbbing as I jerked my back very straight and the chains pulled at them.
The door opened, and two Asian men came through, both strangers. I
felt the blood rush to my face, but did not move, waiting for Tommy to
appear. Neither of the men seemed surprised to see me. Their eyes were
appreciative as they looked at my obscenely displayed body, and they
said something, one to the other, probably about me.
I looked past them at the open door but there was no sign of Tommy.
I felt a bit of a panicky flutter, thinking he had simply gifted me to
these men, who would use me without him even being present. But such was
the state of my mind that even that sent a jolt of excitement through
me, a jolt which made my pussy spasm and moisten.
The two men reached down for me and gripped my arms, one on either
side, pulling me to my feet. I still looked at the door, but there was
no Tommy. The men pulled me towards the door, and I started forward,
then hesitated at the doorway, trying to pull back. But my ankles were
shackled only a foot apart, and so I couldn’t exactly brace myself.
They pulled me, naked, out the door.
Tommy’s place had a broad front lawn and a high hedge, so there was
no one to see as the two men dragged me down the path to the driveway,
where a dark sedan waited. The trunk was open, and they picked me up
bodily and placed me inside, then closed it.
I felt them get in, felt the doors close, then the car started forward.
My heart was pounding as my mind tried to figure out what Tommy
planned this time. I was frightened, but not of anything more than
experiencing some new humiliation. How many people this time, I
wondered, and what would they do to me?
The drive was long, long enough for me to calm down, for the
arousal to deepen and spread and overcome much of my anxiety. Tommy was
a prick, but when would I ever experience this kind of wild, kinky
thrill again? I had better damned well enjoy it while I could! Every
other boyfriend who followed would seem dull and boring in comparison.
After what seemed ages the car finally stopped. The doors opened,
and the two men came around to open the trunk and lift me out.
Where the hell were we?
We were in a forested area, somewhere outside the city. The parking
lot was unpaved, and there were several cars parked there. All around us
were trees. The men held my arms and led me down an unpaved path through
the trees, my bare feet shuffling through pine cones and needles,
through twigs and pebbles and dirt as we went deeper into the woods.
I felt very wild, excited, amazed. The cool wind blew against my
bare skin, and the two men, the two strangers, continued to lead me
along, cuffed, shackled, the dildo tugging lightly at my clit, my
nipples jerking against the chains.
Finally, there was a building, long and low, and they led me inside
through a wide door. It was more of a barn than a home, with rough
wooden walls, a wooden roof, and stone floor. Two more Asian men stood
inside waiting, and my face burned with embarrassment again as the two
leading me set me on my knees before them.
The two men spoke to each other, then to one of the men who had
brought me. No one spoke to me, and no one spoke English. All of the
men, I noticed now, wore black shirts and gray trousers. The two in
front of me were older, in their forties, but well-built. One was
balding and had a narrow face. The other had a square head with short
black hair and thin glasses.
The nearly bald one said something and I gasped as one of the men
bracketing me jerked on my hair, forcing my head back and my chest out.
I didn’t know why. He released me after a moment and I stared around me,
wild-eyed. Where the fuck was Tommy!?
I was kneeling naked in a cold wooden shack in the forest with four
strange men, none of whom seemed to speak English!
One of the men finally looked at me and said something. If I was
supposed to understand him he was in for a surprise. I didn’t move and
didn’t react. He said it again, a word, and again I didn’t react. Then I
gasped in pain as my hair was seized and jerked cruelly back. At the
same time I was roughly pushed forward, shoved down on my belly, though
my hips were immediately yanked up my knees spread wide.
A hand cracked painfully against my bottom, and the word was said
again.
The hands eased back and I moaned into the gag. The side of my face
was pressed against the stone floor, as were my shoulders and breasts.
My bottom was raised up, knees apart. The four men stood all around me,
looking at me, and I felt a strange dark thrill pass through my body,
rippling along my spine like a wave.
I’d assumed this position with Tommy before, even with Tommy and
others, but it seemed so much more powerful a mental kick to be doing it
out here in the middle of the forest, alone, with strangers.
It was scary, too, and embarrassing, but my main feeling just then
was arousal.
Then the balding man produced a long, thin crop. He moved closer to
me, and ran the tip up my spine, then slapped lightly at my buttocks. I
moaned as I felt the tip rub against my clit. Then he spoke a word.
A moment later the crop snapped down across my bottom. I cried out
in pain, but didn’t move. Another blow, and another stinging explosion
of pain as I jerked and whimpered. Another blow, and I closed my eyes,
shuddering as I waited for the next to fall.
Instead a foot pressed against my side and shoved me so I fell over
onto my other side. I lay there, panting for breath as the four men
looked down at me. Then the one with glasses moved to the far side of
the room. The balding one pointed at him and said a word.
I didn’t move, of course.
The balding man said another word, and still I lay on my side,
panting, moaning. One of the other men handed him something, a long
metal tube with a handle at one end. He moved to me and pointed at the
other man, and at last I understood I was to move there. I tried to rise
but was pushed back, and again he pointed at the far side of the room.
Then he held that tube in front of my face. I saw that the end had
a small sharp tip, and suddenly a spark of electricity snapped on that
tip. I drew back with a gasp, and he pointed across the room.
I writhed that way, and no one said anything. It was hard to get
there. I couldn’t stay on my side, and had to roll on my belly. My
breasts were crushed against the stone, and I had to wriggle my hips
from side to side to push myself along, gasping and grunting into the gag.
The balding man thrust the tube suddenly in between my thighs,
right against my pussy, and I let out a cry of shock and pain as a low
crackle of electricity ripped into my bare sex. It was not at high
power, just enough to make my pussy crackle and sting, but it sent my
jerking forward.
My bottom rolled from side to side, my hips grinding against the
floor, my legs turning and twisting as I tried to push myself forward.
My breasts ached, especially my recently pierced nipples. I felt the
snap of electricity against one of my feet, and yelped again, wriggling
faster. Another jolt hit my bottom, right next to my wrinkled anal
opening, and I gasped and crawled faster.
When I got there the man with glasses pushed out his foot, pressing
the bottom of his shoe against my face. I was gasping for breath,
moaning. The man said a word, and I recognized it as the one they had
used before. I awkwardly got my knees under me and raised my bottom
high, shifting my knees apart.
I moaned as I felt the tube sliding up and down along my slit, then
cried out, jerking violently as another crackle of electricity burned my
sex.
One of the men knelt behind me and I felt his fingers at the
butt-plug. He tugged it slowly free, then slapped my bottom. The men
were talking, but I could not understand. Then a cock penetrated me,
sliding halfway into my ass before there was any resistance. My neck
ached, and my face was cold against the stone as the cock thrust deeper.
My knees ached too, and I was starting to feel really badly used.
But that sense of sexual masochism and excitement was strong within
me, and as the man began to pump in and out, roughly sodomising me, and
the other three looked on, I felt very much like their – their prisoner,
their slave, their bitch slave, as Tommy would say. I wondered if he
were nearby watching, getting off on this.
It was so impersonal! The man thrust into me harder and harder,
driving his prick deep into my anus, his hips slapping against my
bottom. The three others looked on, chatting in low voices, in Chinese,
of course. I knew the man had finished when he finished, when the
sensation of his hips and belly slapping against me ended and his
softening cock came free of my anus.
Were they all going to take me like this? I wished they would get a
blanket. My knees were scraped and sore.
One of the men casually dropped a pile of rope and wooden poles
next to me. Then two of them knelt, one on either side. The handcuffs,
shackles belt were removed, but my arms were held tightly together
behind me. I was lifted up into an upright kneeling position, and they
spoke softly to each other as they tied a rope around my waits and
cinched it tight. I felt them fingering my clit ring, tugging and
twisting it, then they seemed to ignore it.
They fed the rope down between my legs, and jammed it up painfully hard
against my sex, and against the base of the dildo which was almost flush
with my opening.
They ignored my moans of pain, my attempts to pull free, pulling
the rope up to feed into the loop around my belly, then back again, down
between my legs and up between my buttocks. Tommy had done something
like this before, though, so I was not unduly frightened or surprised.
They lifted me to my feet. There was a wooden post against one
wall, a support post of some kind, a foot or so thick. They bent me
over, lifting my arms up high behind me, then kind of ran me into the
post, forcing my head down, pulling my arms up higher. I grunted in pain
as my arms were then tied tightly to the post, straight up on either side.
They spread my legs and tied one of the wooden poles in place
between my ankles, holding them well apart. I found out now that they
had bound a cord to my clit ring, and now they pulled it down and tied
it to the centre of the pole, using just enough pressure to stretch my
aching clit.
Two more cords were tied to my nipple rings, and they were pulled
down, as well, and also tied to the pole between my ankles.
Then the four men gathered around behind me, still talking softly,
in Chinese, and I felt the first blow of the crop against my bottom.
I yelped, of course, and jerked in my bonds, but they seemed not to
care. The crop cracked down across my bottom again and again and again,
and as the pain mounted I began to feel a real sense of desperation,
twisting hopelessly against the bonds, moaning, then yelling into the
gag as the crop continued to slice into the soft flesh of my bottom.
Soon my ass was on fire, and the pain and frustration were
beginning to rise to the point tears filled my eyes, tears of pain,
frustration and anger. But all the while I knew I was utterly helpless
to do anything but take it as the crop continued to cut into my raised
bottom.
I felt a vast sense of relief when it stopped, when the men began
to turn and move away. I was gasping for breath, moaning into the gag,
my bottom on fire. They walked out of the low room, the low building,
and left me there as I was, bound and helpless.
Fucking Tommy, I thought furiously. Did he think he could just give
me to anyone he wanted to do anything they wanted with me!? I was going
to kick his ass! I was going to tell him we were through!
My shoulders ached, almost as much as my bottom, in fact, but I
could do nothing to ease them. Slowly, my bottom burned less hot, but I
remained in position, alone in the stone building. I was sore, and
aching, and felt dirty and miserable. The sexual hunger within me was
still there, but it was at a low ebb.
And it got lower and lower as time passed. Had they fucking
forgotten about me or what!? My neck ached, my head jammed forward and
down by the post. My shoulders ached, and my arms were numb. My back was
really starting to hurt from my bent over position. I mean, what the fuck!
And yet still more time passed, until, finally, when I was almost
ready to burst into tears, I heard their low voices and two of the
Chinese guys returned. They moved directly towards me and began to untie
my arms. I felt a desperate relief and groaned into the gag as they
lifted me upright. My shoulders were finally relaxed – somewhat, and my
back straightened, and a flood of relief washed through my body.
My arms were untied, but held tightly, and I moaned when they
shoved my face against the post and looped the ropes around them again.
They had been tied upright on either side of the post. Now the men tied
them tightly together, the ropes going around them above my elbows and
at my wrists, pinning them tight, and making my shoulders ache again.
I tried to communicate with them, looking up at them desperately,
shaking my head to indicate I didn’t want to play any longer. But they
hardly looked at me. They bent me over, and looped the rope around my
breasts, squeezing them tight. They removed the spreader bar from my
ankles, but tied my ankles tightly together now.
I twisted and wriggled, but that only drew me a sharp slap on the
bottom, then across the face. Tommy had slapped my face before, but only
softly, as a part of our game. This slap was harder and made me blink as
my ear rang with pain.
I was placed between a pair of the rough wooden posts now. Both men
were working on the ropes on me, working efficiently, and quietly. A
rope was tied those around my ankles and fed to the post in front of me.
Another was tied to my wrists and pulled back and down. Then they
pulled the loose ends of the ropes circling my breasts up and forward –
hard. I screamed in pain as my breasts stretched up and forward, pulling
me to the balls of my feet, then my toes.
The men said some something, and another rope went around my waist,
and then was fed up and forward to the post in front. I was eased back a
bit, then the rope went tight, pulling against my back. The rope bound
to my wrists then pulled back harder and I cried out as my shoulders and
back were forced back and down.
Way back, way down. The rope was tied against the post behind me,
down near the floor. The way the rope pulled me made my breasts stretch
again, and I moaned and nearly wept. The cords bound to my nipple rings
were pulled forward, so that my nipples stretched out too, and then tied
to the post before me. The cord tied to my clit ring was pulled back and
down, tied off somewhere else.
And then the penis gag was unsnapped, pulled free of the ring gag
holding my mouth open. I gasped and choked and tried to talk, but one of
the men simply reached in with something like pliers, and seized my
tongue. I screamed in pain as the pincers crushed down against it, but
he simply pulled my tongue up and out of my mouth. The other man was
waiting with some kind of clamp which bit into my tongue even harder,
but over a wider area. Then a cord attached to that clamp was pulled up
and back, tied to the post behind me but high up.
And then the men left me like that, standing on the balls of my
feet, breasts throbbing hotly, head and body pulled back and down so my
back was very awkwardly arched, bowed back.
Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! It was a terrible, awkward position! And it was
so frustrating thinking that if only I could speak for a few seconds,
could only talk to them, they would have to let me go! Instead I was
alone in the room, every part of my body aching, and growing worse with
every passing minute.
The worst was my back. It felt like a knife had been stuck into me
there, and with every passing minute it seemed to grind and twist more
painfully.
My shoulders hurt terribly, of course, and my ankles and feet were
starting to tremble and shake as cramps made them spasm. My tongue
burned like fire, at first, but was starting to get numb. My nipples
remained hot and throbbing, my clit stinging terribly.
I was alone, hearing nothing but the wind going between the trees.
I remember thinking that they couldn’t possibly leave me like this
much longer. And then an hour passed.
Then I thought they must come for me any second, because I couldn’t
stand it any longer, the pain was too terrible, because my body would
collapse, and I’d tear my arms from their sockets. And then another hour
passed.