Bondage a la Carte

Chapter Three

Chapter Three

Unsure as to what they wanted, she resisted a moment and was forced to her knees when Hood Two pulled her cuffed wrists upward, attaching them to a dangling chain with a steel hook on the end. The chain quietly retreated into the overhead, making her bend and then kneel. Her arms were painfully extended upwards behind her towards the ceiling. The chain reversed for a few inches, lessening the tension and allowing her to kneel without undue discomfort. Once on her knees, black-booted feet shoved her legs further apart and forced her head to the floor while the overhead chain continued to pull up on her arms. The effect of this combination of force thrust her ass into the air.

This is where the ass-f*****g is going to happen. But I’m not ready for it yet. They’re not going to prepare me or anything. My butt is going to get reamed whether I want it now or not.

Multiple video cameras around the room and behind her caught the snapshot of her spread thighs with the three rings showing, and her gagged face turned to the side, pressed to the tile floor. The microphones picked up her groans and yelps of resistance. As she moved her head to look over her shoulder, she saw Hood Two spray some sort of lubricant on the second phallus and approach her spread ass cheeks, the glistening, black leather head aimed at her tightly shut butt hole.

Oh s**t, here it comes.

It touched her lightly and she flinched, held to the floor by the boot on her neck and her raised arms. The dripping head of the black thing pressed again, making assertive contact and coating the area around the opening with the slippery goo. This time it was pressed forward more aggressively and she twisted her hips, trying to evade. The pressure from behind continued, increased and suddenly, the rounded p***s head pushed aside the muscle gate of her sphincter and was into the foyer of her lower intestine. A low moan, followed by a sudden intake of air through her distended nostrils reached the multiple condenser microphones scattered around the room. The transfixed global audience, hearing these sounds, could almost feel the shining black leather prong as it impaled her bottom, half in and half out. Then there was silence.

Hood Two continued the pressure and slowly, a bit at a time, the rigid black thing disappeared into her spread ass. She moaned again and more tears appeared in her eyes as the phallus went deeper. Hood Two made a slight adjustment in the angle of attack and suddenly the entire leather d**k slipped into her ass, a deep sigh and moan escaping her nose and pear-sealed mouth as the black thing bottomed out somewhere deep inside her. Those listening carefully may have heard what sounded like a muffled laugh from one of the Hoods. It sounded feminine, but was brief and not repeated. The black gloved hand at her butt squeezed the bottom of the implanted d**k ever so slightly and the thing inside slowly blossomed while the ringed base actually seemed to go further in. The burst of compressed air filled the internal bladder of the leather prong and again, the girl felt the pervasive increase in the invader’s size. Clearly, she knew it was not going to be expelled until it deflated.

Damn, that thing is just too big. The pressure is awful. I’ll never get used to it. Take it out. Take it out. It hurts like fire.

Double plugged and weeping from the intense pressure exerted by the two inflated dongs, she remained on the floor, even though the boot was removed from her neck and the tension on her wrists relaxed somewhat. They allowed her to lie flat against the cool tile floor while her insides adapted to the evil black penetrators. She turned her head from side to side, trying to accommodate the double f*****g, the corpulent twin d***s that now resided in her belly separated by a thin membrane of tissue, communicating their invasion to her brain, making her feel as if a double-dicked creature had suddenly f****d her…an illusion that she often reshuffled in her mind. The mental image was always exciting. The actual implementation of the concept was thrilling. To be bound and double f****d as she was now conjured up a racing mental slide show of one prick after another forcing itself into her abdomen, only to be replaced by another, bigger, fatter, longer pair. Her eyes were closed. Her breathing slow and regular. A thin, shiny layer of sweat spread over her back, her quartered ass and thighs.