1. The Chain: Link 6


    Date: 10/9/2014, Categories: Fantasy & Sci-Fi, Author: PervyStoryteller, Rating: 2, Source: LushStories

    what those men want to do to you.” Tess wasn’t sure she wanted to imagine that, but couldn’t help herself. She imagined them wishing they had their cocks where the dildo was. Her hands moved faster. She fucked herself harder, rubbed her clit faster. Her pussy remembered the aborted climax and seemed to speak to her, telling her it wouldn’t be satisfied with anything less this time. Her mouth parted to emit a long, lingering, sensuous moan. She opened her eyes briefly to see the forest of cocks outside. Any one of them would do; any one of them in place of the dildo. Her pussy tightened. Every muscle in her body seemed to tense, preparing itself. Her swollen clit seemed to brand her fingertips as she worked it. Any moment now… “Stop!” Basher yelled. Tess didn’t stop. She wanted this, she needed this. Her pussy tightened some more as her breath shortened. Then her arms were gripped hard and snatched away, the dildo pulled out of her. “I told you to stop!” Basher yelled. Tess opened her eyes. Dickie and John were on either side of her, strong hands gripping her wrists. Basher was standing over her, winding the chain round his hand, bringing his fist up close to her neck, her face. “You’re here to do as you’re told, Obedia,” he snarled. “I’m sorry,” Tess said, hating herself for apologising, but wanting to mollify the man who held power over her. “Sorry doesn’t cut it,” Basher told her. “You are Obedia. You will obey!” Not knowing how to react, Tess tried again. “I’m sorry! ...
    Really! What do you want me to do?” She hardly recognized herself. How could she be asking that voluntarily? “Here’s what’s going to happen,” Basher said. “You’re going to sit up, and Dickie here is going to fuck your face until he cums.” Tess felt panic come creeping. To her that sounded as if Dickie would be delivering his sperm in her mouth. She’d never let that happen. Letting a man spurt in her mouth, or on her face felt too much like some tawdry domination ritual. But she was lying here naked, with Basher holding her on a leash, the aborted orgasm still lamenting in her pussy. This was already a domination ritual. She had agreed to it, consented to it, signed up for it. “You’re nowhere near your limit,” the cabbie informed her. “Now, are you gonna let it happen?” To her surprise and shame, she heard her own meek voice say nothing but, “Yes.” “Sit up then!” Basher said, pulling on the chain. Tess heaved herself up on her elbows. Dickie let go of her arm and came to stand over her. His stiff cock was right in front of her face. His hand went to the back of her head. Tess opened her mouth enough for Dickie to be able to push his cock past her lips and begin thrusting. In the panic, Tess had almost forgotten about the crowd outside. She was relieved now that Dickie’s body was in the way, preventing her from seeing them, and preventing them from seeing her mouth. In fact preventing them from seeing her shame, the way she was used as some sex object by someone who was no more than ...
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