Shameful Submission

 

Natia looked out the window, the overcast day in Atlanta making the news even more despairing. It had spread through the corporate executive offices on the fortieth floor of the building, only minutes before it was on CNNFN. Natia read the banner as it ran along the bottom of the television screen, hurriedly put up until the news staff could get the details. It sent a shiver of fear up Natia's back as she read it.

"The Gulfstream G150 jet carrying Sharon Laskey, President of Southeastern Oil and Gas Exploration, went down shortly after takeoff from Falcon Field outside of Atlanta. The pilot and copilot as well as the Chairman of the Board, Richard Lassiter, all perished in the disaster. Breaking news will follow."

A tear fell from her eye as Natia remembered her first meeting with Sharon. It was a little over ten years ago, Natia looking for her third job since graduating from Harvard with an MBA. Natia had been with Booze Allen Hamilton Consulting for two years and then was recruited by Atlas Logistics Support. That lasted for a year. Natia could still remember the interview with Sharon in detail.

"How come you left Atlas Logistics after only one year?" Natia was bright and ambitious, but at such an early age, her history with employers was brief, especially the last one.

Sharon could see leaving Booze Allen Hamilton for a good opportunity, but only one year?

Was there something that Sharon should be weary of in her history?

Natia knew she should give the familiar ring, looking for a better opportunity, wanting to relocate to a new city, any of the usual ten reasons that most gave to hide the unsavory details. Natia wanted this job, but she just couldn't get it that way. It all of a sudden blurted out her mouth, Natia not even thinking about it as the words spilled out. "I became personally involved with the president, Bradford Dillman. I was married at the time and I could no longer continue with either the relationship or the company."

It was what Sharon had expected. Natia was an extremely attractive girl. She was tall, over five foot eight, long dark hair and green eyes. She had long legs accented by a very expensive suit. Heads turned when she walked into a room. Bradford Dillman was well known in the industry for his womanizing. He was wealthy, handsome, and most

important, powerful. Women were drawn to him, and he took advantage of it. "So it would be advantageous to you if your new boss was a woman."

"The most compelling reason I want to work at Southeastern Oil and Gas is that you are growing. Growing fast. You need bright, energetic people that can help you grow. I want to grow with you. I won't hide my ambition. I aspire to be a Chief Financial Officer. Your CFO.

Having a female boss is only an added incentive." Natia held her breath.

"You would have a ways to go here. This position is only a financial analyst. You would have to prove yourself." Sharon did all the final interviews for the executive staff. This is where the future of the company would come from, and she wanted to make sure they would be there when Sharon needed them. Natia was already selected by the CFO for the position. The only thing that this interview could do was take her out of the running if she messed it up. Sharon liked her honesty. "Have you moved to Atlanta with your husband?"

"I moved here about a month ago." Natia paused for a moment. "I am no longer married."

Sharon didn't even comment, not caring to delve any further into what she was sure was a messy affair. "Report to Personnel on Monday at 8 A.M." Sharon stood up and pushed out her hand. "Welcome to the Southeastern Oil and Gas Exploration family. I hope your stay will be long and profitable for both of us."

"Thank you, you wouldn't regret it." Natia almost began to cry at that moment.

The years passed, Natia living up to her promise. She was an internal auditor the second year, the head of Internal Audits by her fourth year. She moved back into Accounting as Assistant Controller in her fifth year, and by the seventh year, she became Controller. It was good luck and her excellent reputation of being able to straighten out any mess that made her Chief Financial Officer last year. Sharon had stayed close the last five years, mentoring her until she became CFO. They worked together like a well-oiled machine, Natia always a step ahead of what Sharon wanted or would need. Now she was gone.

Everyone was in shock, not knowing what would happen or who would take over the company. It was hard losing two top executives at one time, especially since the Chairman was, also the major stockholder. The board was convening at this time, Natia catching the Chairman's trophy wife entering, a newfound respect given to her as the heir apparent to his stock. Natia knew Heather socially, having married Richard five years ago after the passing of his first wife. Most called her his trophy wife: young, beautiful and ambitious.

Natia found her puzzling. She stayed behind her husband, letting him bathe in the limelight, but Natia felt that this was not her personality. It was only a facade that she hid behind, Natia sure that she would soon emerge from it in light of the tragedy.

All eyes turned as Heather walked down the hall, her heels clicking on the marble floors of the executive floor. She was dressed in a black business suit, but it still hugged her body, especially the tight, short skirt. She worked out religiously and it was apparent. Her natural blonde hair hung down below her collar, the front cut sexily to the side to highlight her face, especially her blue eyes and large lips. She used to be a model and many thought she still was. She walked to Natia's office, popping her head in. "Am I interrupting?"

Heather liked Natia. They had similar upbringings, growing up privileged and rich. Both, also, were gifted with exotic beauty and natural charm that drew men to them. Men wanted to possess them but they were hated by most women for their arrogant beauty.

Natia stood up as Heather walked in. "I don't know what to say, Heather. Words cannot convey what I feel. It is a great loss for the company and me personally. Richard was always there to back me up and to lend a hand when I needed it." Their hands touched, Natia feeling a power in her handshake that she never felt before. Heather didn't pull her hand away, holding Natia's hand tight.

"Thank you. The shock hasn't worn off yet. I hope I can count on your support as much as Richard did." Heather looked at Natia, refusing to let go of her hand. She squeezed a little tighter, but Natia didn't try to pull away or say anything, just accepting it. Heather finally released her hand.

Her hand still felt Heather's presence, even when it was released. "I am yours, Heather.

Anything you want." It almost scared Natia, her response almost sexual.

"That's good. We will need a new CEO and your input will be crucial. I want to make sure the company ends up in good hands. I have no intentions of selling all of my stock, though I might part with some of it to induce the right person to come on board. It's going to be a difficult month, but with your help, we can get through it stronger than before. Now, I have to meet an almost all-male board and convince them to elect me Chairman without being too arrogant and forcing them to do it. Sometimes I wish there weren't men in this world."

Heather walked off without saying anything more.

Natia was called to the board meeting once to report on the condition of the company's finances, pleased to see Heather sitting in the chair reserved for the Chairman of the Board. There were few questions, the finances excellent, Sharon already taking care of funding future plans. There were a few questions and the meeting was over shortly after Natia left.

"It went well, Natia. I'm Chairman of the Board, and Bill Roth is the temporary CEO until we can resolve the situation. I'll be in touch soon." Heather was glad that part was over.

She was in control of the company.

"Bill has been on the board for over ten years and knows the company. He has good experience, but we need someone devoted full time to the company." Natia had worked with Bill as he headed the board's audit committee.

"My thoughts exactly; that is why the search is the board's first responsibility. I have a number of ideas that I will be working on. I'm going to need you to help me."

"Anything, anything you want, Heather." There she goes again. Is it just me, or was my response was sexual? Natia had never had these thoughts about another woman before.

A man—that was a different story.

Natia had a condo high above the city of Atlanta, the penthouse. There was a wide expanse of windows that opened up to the bright lights of the city below, but the height somehow made her feel more secure. It was a long day, trying to put everyone's fear aside, afraid of change, afraid of losing their jobs with a change in management or control of the company. Natia had to be the calm of reason, though she had her own demons.

Natia stood naked in the bathroom, staring back at her image in the full-length mirror. At thirty-five, she still looked good. Her full breasts had just the slightest hint of sag in them.

Her nipples stood out, the brown flesh highlighted by large areolas. She was always ashamed or proud of her areolas, depending on her mood. When she was trying to hide her sexuality, they always seemed to be shadowed beneath her clothes, but when she flaunted her sexuality, that drew men's stares to her naked breasts that danced erotically beneath her opened blouse. Her fingers rubbed over her nipples, feeling them respond instantly, sensitive to the slightest touch. Her hands smoothed over her belly, her waist still slim after all these years and hard work. She had full hips, Natia turning to the side to see her best asset, clenching her buttocks tight in the mirror. It was what men saw of her as she walked off, and they would remember the way it swayed seductively as she walked.

She turned back to the mirror, her fingers swishing through her neatly shaved bush, teasing at the follicles of hairs until she felt the sudden wetness between her legs. She had full lips, sliding her finger between them until she felt the slick inner lips. She had made herself cum many times in front of the mirror, imagining it was a man that was making her pleasure herself as he watched. The shame of performing such a private act in front of a man is what made her cum so hard.

Her fingers deserted her pussy as she climbed into the large bathtub, the hot water swirling across her body, the bubbles sliding over her skin. Natia felt the day disappearing beneath the soothing, hot bubble bath, lying back and letting the hot water envelop her in a blanket. She took a sip of the wine before she closed her eyes, remembering back. Way back to before she was married. It seemed so long ago, but she still remembered every detail of the short marriage. It was her first and only, retreating now to a career to escape from the realities for over ten years.

She had left Booze Allen Hamilton to work for Atlas Logistics Support. She had done some consulting with them, and they thought highly enough of her to offer her a position as a Financial Analyst with their Oil Services division. She had met their president, Bradford Dillman, and was charmed the minute he set his eyes on her. At twenty-four, she thought she knew everything but was really young and naive. Especially with men.

Her parents had emigrated from Poland before she was born, bringing their money and drive to start a wholesale importer in Chicago. They worked hard, and over the years, became the largest importer of products from Poland and Germany covering the broad expanse of the central United States. Natia led a sheltered life, raised to be obedient to the demands of her traditions. Tradition dictated that men were to be obeyed without question. Her life was sheltered from the cruel world outside, private schools allowing only the privileged to interact with her. Even at Harvard, she lived with relatives off campus in Boston's prestigious Back Bay, never really experiencing college life. After six years, she left with her MBA, taking a job with the prestigious consulting company, Booze Allen Hamilton. They put her in their Chicago office at her request, Natia doing the only thing she knew, moving back in with her parents. Her social life consisted of friends of her parents, even Booze Allen Hamilton employees not appropriate for a girl of her standing.

Her life changed when she took the job with Atlas Logistics Support. Headquarters were in New York City, and at twenty-six, Natia finally found herself on her own. It excited her and scared her at the same time, moving into a condo in Midtown. It was a large two bedroom, more than she needed, but it was a prestigious address, and she never did have to worry about money. She was doing well with her work, but her parents helped support her in the manner she was accustomed to living.

Her only friend in New York City was Steven. They had gone to Harvard together, going to work for the same company, but Steven chose New York City. Natia had stayed in contact with most of her classmates, connections the most important thing in business. When she mentioned that she was moving to New York City, Steven was more than eager to help her. Natia was used to getting her way with men, walking into a room and be surrounded by different men. She liked the attention and how they looked at her, putting her on a pedestal to worship from afar.

Steven was not terribly handsome, but he was attentive to her every need, taking a week off when she arrived, taking her shopping so she could furnish her apartment in the style she liked. They shopped from early morning to when the stores closed at night, spending the rest of the time putting away all of her purchases and making her apartment suitable to her station in life. They were finally finished on the third day.

The door rang, Steven standing in it with a bag of groceries and two bottles of wine. "I'm going to make you dinner tonight." He looked at her, a cashmere sweater clinging to her firm breasts, a short brown skirt failing to hide much of her long legs. Most girls would be in jeans and a sweatshirt, but not Natia. Steven was already planning her seduction.

"That's so sweet, Steven," opening up the door, seeing the way his eyes looked at her from her face all the way down her body, not feeling scared but secure in the power of her beauty. Men worshipped her.

Natia didn't have to do anything, sitting in the living room on the large couch, her shoes kicked off and on the floor, her naked legs propped up on the coffee table. She was on her second glass of wine, Steven doing an excellent job of picking the wine, the smell of the food wafting out from the kitchen. She felt so free, away from her home and family and on her own. She felt so grateful to Steven, making it so easy that she barely missed her family.

"You are, also, a talented cook, Steven, how can I ever repay your help?" They were just finishing up dinner, Steven insisting on cleaning up, another glass of wine in front of Natia as she sat down. She had lost count on how much she had drunk, but her head was already clouded, her body sinking into the couch as if it were part of it. She put her feet up on the coffee table but didn't have the strength or desire to push her skirt down, riding high up her legs. Steven would understand. He was so sensitive and protective of her.

She had five glasses of wine, glad he brought two bottles. Steven only had two glasses.

He looked at her, her eyes glazed, her legs carelessly on the coffee table, her short skirt riding up so high he could almost see between her legs. She had let her guard down, and Steven was ready to take advantage of it. He had spent three days pampering her; it was time for her to pay. His cock strained his pants, shifting it to the side as he went back in the room. He turned off the kitchen light, the living room lit by the two lights on the matching end tables. It was too bright for romance, but that is not what he wanted. He wanted to see every detail of that lovely body. He would pamper her, but it would be his hands, mouth and cock that would pamper her naked body. He poured more wine in her glass, handing it to her. She didn't turn it down, taking another sip before putting it down.

"I don't know how to thank you, Steven." Her words were almost slurred as she spoke, never feeling this out of control before.

"Tired?" He sat down on the couch, not next to her but farther away.

"It feels like I have been walking for days. My feet are killing me." She took another sip of wine, her head spinning. She would have passed out if it weren't for the food she ate. She never felt as relaxed as she did now.

Steven sat up, reaching over for her feet. His cock jerked when he touched the satiny skin of her ankles, his hands able to encircle the slim ankles. "Let me rub your feet." He didn't wait for an answer, twisting her sideways on the couch until her feet were on his lap, and she was lying on the couch.

It shocked her, Steven grabbing her and twisting her on the couch until she was flat on her back, her feet in his lap, his hands holding her ankles like a pair of shackles.

"NNnnnooo..." her protest cut off when she felt his fingers begin to knead the sole of her feet and toes. No man had ever done that to her. In fact, no man had ever done much to her for Natia had a secret. She was a virgin. Her sheltered life had sheltered her from most boys and sex. She had never even seen a boy's penis, though one time she had a boy shove her hand into his lap and curl her fingers around his organ until she finally could pull it away in protest. It felt strange, Steven's fingers exploring between her toes, an almost sexual tremor running through her body as if he were between her legs.

He felt her surrender, her brief protest and now her legs relaxing as he explored her toes.

She had tiny feet, pushing his fingers between her toes as if it were her legs; that would come soon enough. He pushed her feet into his lap until he felt her toes against his cock.

He began to rub her calves, the muscles tight. As he rubbed back and forth, her legs moved, her toes moving back and forth against his cock. He felt her toes curling, almost as if they were her fingers curling around his cock.

He was rubbing her calves, the muscles tired from so much walking, lulling her into a false sense of security. Her wine-drugged head barely connected that it was his organ that her toes were rubbing against. The more she relaxed, the more her toes twitched

uncontrollably. Each time they did, she felt his organ responding, finally realizing what it was. She should pull her feet away and sit back up, but her body refused to respond.

Her legs were in front of him, long legs that led up to her shortened skirt. Her eyes were closed, her head on a pillow. He pushed one leg to the side; unfortunately, he had to take her toes away from his cock. If he didn't, he would have cum in his pants soon. He moved closer to her on the couch, pushing her legs around him as he slid up. He felt her muscles tighten, but he pinned his body between her legs, Natia unable to close her legs. She opened her eyes long enough to plead with him, but he ignored her as his hands ran over her knees to find the soft, inner thighs with the palms of his hands.

Natia never felt so vulnerable, Steven between her legs, unable to close them. She was sure that he could see up under her skirt. She opened her eyes, seeing the obscene sight of him between her spread legs, shutting them when she felt his hands touching her inside thighs. "Nnnnoo, please don't," but her plea wasn't very convincing. She felt a cool breeze blowing on her legs, her upper legs. She was afraid to open her eyes, afraid that he had pulled up her skirt and exposed her panties. She wished there weren't so many lights on in the living room.

She was wearing a pair of light brown panties that clung to every nook and cranny in her body. Steven could make out her slit, the panties pulled tightly between her lips. Even her neatly trimmed bush couldn't be hidden by the panties. He kneaded her thighs, gently at first, each time pushing out on the tightening muscles, spreading her legs a little at a time until he had her legs spread wide. He grabbed her ankles, pulling her legs up one at a time, bending her knees and pushing them out to the sides until he had her positioned as he wanted. He looked at her, her knees drawn up and spread, her skirt sitting on her stomach, her panties revealed from her naked stomach all the way down. The panties pulled tight over her mound, her puffy lips outlined by the material. He looked lower, the panties pulled into the delicate crack of her ass. If she only knew how she looked, but her eyes were closed as if she could somehow put this out of her mind. As soon as Steven explored her with his fingers, he would strip her of the panties so his mouth could begin to explore her intimate flesh.

Humiliated, unable to open her eyes as Steven arranged her legs as if she were a doll to be placed this way and that, each time shaming her with the provocative poses that he was putting her in. She could feel his eyes burning into her crotch, glad that she had at least wore regular panties and not a thong. For now, her buttocks were covered, but she feared the worst. She didn't know why she just didn't sit up and push him away; instead, her eyes clenched tightly closed as if it wasn't happening to her and she could somehow put this out of her consciousness. The fingers were becoming more urgent, kneading high up her thighs, close to her crotch. When she panicked and tried to close her legs, hands held them apart until she submitted, relaxing her muscles while he spread her legs obscenely again. She never felt anything like this before, suddenly having no control over a man.

His fingers teased along the sensitive skin where her legs joined her torso, her neatly shaved flesh with barely a stubble. He couldn't wait any longer.

"EEEEHHHHHHH," her hips shooting up from the couch, her butt leaving the couch as she arched up. His fingers had cupped her mound, his fingers milking the flesh as he pulled on her lips. She had never had a man touch her there, especially the way Steven was doing to her. His fingers refused to release her lips, Natia unable to push back onto the couch without stretching her lips, afraid of the pain that it would cause. His fingers tightened on her lips, pinching harder. She was afraid to move, but her back was already beginning to spasm from the unnatural position.

She had fat, puffy lips, his fingers gripping them through the thin material, yanking her up by her pussy until she rose up, legs spread, her crotch raised up erotically from the couch.

He would have loved to keep her in this position, her ass exposed to his hands, but he was afraid she would try to stop him. "Lower down, Natia," Steven's voice soft but commanding. She pushed down, but he refused to let go of her lips. She finally was back down on the couch. "Good girl," he complimented her like a little girl obeying her daddy.

She was almost thankful that he let her butt back on the couch, her legs still spread and the touch of his fingers still pinching her lips. It hurt a little, but she dared not complain.

She didn't move again while his fingers began to explore her sex, one finger sliding up and down her slit while she tried to stay still, fighting the shame and excitement as his finger masturbated her openly. She could feel a wetness between her legs, refusing to believe that she was responding to this unwanted fondling of her body. He was making her do this and there was nothing she could do to stop him from having his way with her sexually.

She trembled in fear when his fingers slid all the way up her slit, barely touching her clit, afraid he would force her to climax as he watched. The finger trailed back down her slit, pushing the panties in deeper, his fingers passing over her virgin hole before it teased at her perineum. He spent long minutes running his fingers over her mound, inspecting every single inch as though he was putting it in his memory. His hands reached under her buttocks, large hands able to encircle each buttock, clenching tight on her flesh and pulling her up. This time, she was in the same obscene position as before, but his hands were on her buttocks, fingers moving as they clenched and unclenched on her flesh. She could feel his fingers tugging on her anus, stretching it as they strayed too close to her intimate hole. His fingers were everywhere over her buttocks.

He put her back down on the couch, ready to strip her panties from her exquisite body. He slipped from beneath her body, pulling her legs down. "Don't move," his voice hard and demanding this time. He found the zipper to her skirt, sliding it down, a single button the only thing holding it on her waist. His fingers moved feverously, the button finally popping off. He pulled her skirt off, dragging it out from under her ass and throwing it to the floor.

She looked so sexy in the cream panties, but he wanted to see what was beneath them.

She was panicked, but her body refused to move, the wine, his demanding voice, not sure what was stopping her as she heard the zipper of her skirt pull down, the swish sounding so loud. Her skirt was pulled from underneath her as she trembled, wondering what would be next. Natia felt his hands returning, this time on her hips, sliding up until she felt his hot hands touching the naked skin of her waist. Fingers slid into the waistband of her panties, one sharp nail nicking her skin, but the pain was pale in comparison to the humiliation of being stripped in her own living room, the bright lights capturing every detail of her shame.

She felt the panties slowly drawn down her hips, the front of her panties tickling her pubic hairs, sending shocks of pleasure racing through her legs. The hairs sprung back up as the panties deserted her, sliding down over her hips and down her legs. She felt them pulled off her feet, her thighs clenched tightly together, naked from the waist down, in front of a man, for the first time in her sheltered life.

Steven inhaled her scent from the panties, laying them on his face before he threw them to the floor. He looked down, a perfectly chiseled bush framing her full lips. Her legs clenched tightly together in defiance, but he would soon remedy that situation. He grabbed both of her ankles, raising her legs high up into the air and then started pushing them back toward her head. He gazed down at her naked ass, her buttocks clenched tightly together, but her crack was revealed. He pushed her legs back toward her until her pussy peeked out, the slit highlighted between the white expanses of her flesh. He began to bend her knees, but she resisted. "Relax, Natia!" There was no doubt in the tone of his voice. He was demanding her obedience. A slap on one cheek, the loud report ringing out in the room, her buttocks clenching uncontrollably, his handprint already etched on her skin. He didn't have to wait long before she relaxed her legs, Steven making quick work of getting her into position.

Her ass cheek stung where he had spanked her, Natia insulted, ashamed and intimidated by it. No one had every spanked her. Not even her parents when she was growing up.

Now she was a grown woman and receiving her first spanking. She surrendered. She let her knees bend, Steven forcing her legs back toward her head, spreading them to either side of her body as he bent her in two. She could feel her pussy gaping open to the wide spread of her body. He finally stopped.

He looked between her legs, the obscene spread of her legs and her raised hips left her most intimate secrets open to his eyes. Steven could see all the way from the top of her slit, her lips parted just enough to reveal her clit, Steven surprised at how large and swollen it was. It was red, about the size of a pea, but it stood out like a miniature erect cock. Steven didn't even recognize that she was a virgin, the wide spread of her legs still not revealing much between her tightly clenched pussy lips, protecting her innocence.

They were parted just enough so he could see the bright pink, inner lips and her hole even gaped open a bit as if inviting him inside her. He pushed her legs back up farther until her ass was highlighted, a tiny brown hole revealed in a sea of white flesh.

Her body was flushed red in shame as he manipulated her body so his eyes could rape her body. She felt the humiliation as he lifted her legs up so high that her butt rose up from the couch, the cool air blowing on her anus, her cheeks unable to clench and protect her most intimate hole from his inspection. She felt some sense of relief when he let her butt settle back down on the couch, but she was still bent submissively in two, her legs spread obscenely.

"Put your hands behind your knees and hold your legs open for me."

His gentle voice was gone, replaced by his intense demands and the harshness of his hands in enforcing her obedience. She didn't want to do what he demanded, knowing that with her holding her legs open, his hands would be free to roam freely over her naked body. Yet, she couldn't say no, afraid of the consequences of her refusal. She did as she was told, gripping her legs behind her knees, feeling the strain as she held them from going back down, keeping them spread to the sides.

Steven stood back, staring down at her enforced position. It was either a completely naughty and humiliating position or the most erotic, depending on whose point of view it was.

Her body was tense, waiting for the first touch, not knowing where or when it would begin.

She could hear him moving, every muscle in her body grown taut. How can I let this continue? He was degrading her, forcing her into positions that highlighted her naked body in the most humiliating positions.

He inhaled the sweet scent of surrender, kneeling down between her legs, his head bent down. He blew on her pussy, feeling her body shudder when she felt his hot breath on her most intimate body. He couldn't wait any longer, his tongue snaking out to wet his lips. He bent lower down, planting a soft, gentle kiss on her inside thigh.

"EEEWWWWW," Natia hissing out in surprise when she felt the soft touch of lips on her inner thighs. She never even contemplated such a thing, now worried more where his mouth was destined to travel. Hands rubbed over her buttocks, smoothing them as if trying to get wrinkles out of them, his tongue moving along her thigh as it neared her crotch. It left a wet trail of saliva that cooled quickly, goose bumps popping up all over her body. It moved along her skin like a slimy animal, leaving a trail as it teased along the edges of her legs. She bit her lip when she felt his tongue on the side of her pussy lips, licking up and down, teasing at the hairs. She never felt anything like it before, her pussy juices beginning to flow freely in spite of her shame. She only hoped that he wouldn't force her to have an orgasm, unable to confront such a humiliating thought. Fingers soon joined his tongue, tugging on her pussy lips until she felt a finger slid along her slit, the tip of a fingernail pushing just hard enough inside to find the soft, sensitive inner folds. She felt the tormenting finger sending vibrations through her body as it scratched her tender flesh. It drew all the way to her virgin hole then back up, stopping just short of her aroused clit, holding her breath hoping that he wouldn't touch her there and induce an unwanted orgasm in her body.

He found her wet, not surprised, the domination of her body by him a powerful aphrodisiac for someone with her tendencies, though he suspected she didn't realize her own shortcomings. There would be many men in her future that would show her the path, taking their pleasure as they taught Natia her place. He bit down on her pussy lip, taking one tender lip between his teeth, pulling on it so she would realize how vulnerable she was in her position. He yanked it open with his teeth until her lip stretched and she moaned softly. He could only imagine what she would do if he did that to her clit.

He released her lip, but his tongue began to explore where his finger had just been. His fingers pulled apart her lips as he took the broad expanse of his tongue and ran it up and down her slit in long swipes. He tasted her juices, lapping them up as his tongue drew them from her body. She rose up, pushing her pussy into his face, another moan from her lips.

His tongue and lips were everywhere, and Natia could only grunt in pleasure. She had never felt anything like it, his tongue touching her in places and in ways that she could never have imagined. She had visions in her head of how she must look, still refusing to open her eyes and confront her own reality. His fingers and mouth touched her

everywhere, his tongue never leaving her sex, his fingers opening her up for his oral exploration. When she got too comfortable with his tongue, he would bite her, not real hard, but painful enough to bring her back to the reality of her situation. He controlled her, using her for his plaything. The tongue was deep between her pussy lips, pushing down until it found her hole, banging against her innocence, the tongue pulling out in surprise when he found her blocked.

"A virgin whore," he called her. "Soon that will no longer be true." His tongue continued to explore her, even licking down her crack and passing over the tart knot of her anus, feeling her buttocks try to clench on his tongue to keep it from her backside.

"Not there!" She cried out in protest when his tongue unexpectedly ran up her backside, the wet flesh sending her anus into spasms from the debasing act. Why would anyone put his tongue in such a filthy place? The tongue flickered over her tight hole, Natia trying to clench her cheeks, but only succeeding to trap his nose between her cheeks, the tongue still fluttering uncontrollably on her anus. She felt the sudden relief when he pulled away, but then his tongue raced up her slit, his fingers searching at the top of her slit until she felt them touching her pleasure button. She felt the pressure as two fingers pushed at the base, feeling the blood pushed to the tip, the bulb growing as it filled with blood.

He latched his lips around her organ, trapping her clit at the base with his teeth, and then sucking hard, drawing the sensitive organ deeper into his mouth where his tongue waited to slap at it.

Her body froze when she felt his teeth around her clitoris; afraid he would accidentally bite it off and leave her without pleasure for the rest of her life. She would have allowed him to do anything to her at that moment, even sticking his tongue up her butt if that is what he wanted. Instead, she felt the powerful suction draw her pleasure button into his mouth, feeling it stretching. "AAAAHHHH," she cried out when his tongue slapped at it like a punching bag. Back and forth, he lapped at it, sliding back and forth over it; Natia never realizing how rough a tongue was until she felt it on her clit. It only took her a minute; her body unable to withstand the oral attack on her clit for any more time than that. She tried to stop it, but it started and built like a runaway freight train. The orgasm raced through her body, starting between her legs and racing to her brain, her head exploding in pleasure.

Natia felt the shame as she came all over Steven's face, his teeth finally releasing her clit, but his mouth trying to lick up the abundant juices that were produced by the unexpected orgasm. She could hear him, humiliated that he had made her cum against her will. It was long minutes before she was finished, hard to keep her legs spread, wanting to clench them together until her orgasm was finished, but Steven was still between them, licking her mound noisily.

Steven was pleased with himself. She might not have wanted it, but she came like a twenty-dollar whore. Her pussy was drenched, but that would make it easier for him. He got off the couch, staring down at her as she didn't move, Steven slowly undressing.

She heard the unmistakable hiss of a zipper, her mind conjuring up images of Steven standing beside her, staring down at her naked body as he undressed. She didn't dare open her eyes, afraid of seeing the monster that she knew was going to take her innocence from her. The effects of the wine were beginning to wear off, but she knew she couldn't refuse Steven of the final act. He was unsatisfied and would never leave without his satisfaction from her.

"You can release your legs."

His voice had changed, less demanding, but more impatience in it. Her legs went down, but her back felt like it was that way forever, her body bent in half too long.

"Arms over your head," his next command more impatient. He had stripped naked and wanted to be inside her. He never had a virgin before and couldn't wait to feel the tightness of her hole.

She didn't know why he wanted her to do it, but she stretched her arms over her head.

She half expected him to tie her hands, but instead, he reached over her body and grabbed the bottom of her sweater. His body pressed up against hers as he bent over her, Natia panicking and trying to turn her head to the side when she felt it. It had to be his organ, the hot flesh feeling like an iron bar sitting on her face. She was pinned beneath his organ, the heavy flesh feeling so long and hard as it sat on her cheek. She didn't move again, each time the slightest movement would set his organ to convulse against her skin.

She felt her sweater pulled up her body and over her head and thrown to the floor. She didn't have to be told what to do next. She was so grateful that his organ wasn't rubbing on her face that she voluntarily turned on her side until she felt his fingers fumbling with her bra. It took only a second until she felt it released, the bra slipping off, Natia pulling it down her arms and throwing it on the floor.

"Turn over," Steven wanting to see her tits. "Keep your arms over your head.

She turned over, stretching her arms out until her body was drawn taut. She couldn't help that her nipples grew hard, blaming it on the cool air, not her arousal. "EEEWWW,"

surprised by his attack, his mouth pressed against one of her breasts until his lips grasped her nipple and sucked it deep into his mouth, just as he did with her clit. His tongue attacked it as his other hand began to knead her other breast as if it was a ball of bread dough. His fingers dug into her flesh, squeezing her nipple until there were tears in her eyes, but she stayed silent and suffered as her breasts were fondled harshly. He finally stopped, pulling away.

He looked down at her breasts, the white flesh now covered with the red marks where his fingers and mouth were too rough. He wasn't denied the fact that his mouth and fingers had stimulated her, her brown nipples hard and pointed. He pumped his cock twice, it growing as he stared down at her naked body spread out on the couch. He never

expected to get this far with Natia, but he wasn't about to stop now. "Spread your legs."

He climbed down onto the couch as she submissively spread her legs. Not up and over her body like before, just to the edge of the couch. There wasn't much room so he had to get creative. "Put your leg up here." He grabbed one leg and put it high up on the back of the couch. That spread her pussy lips open, her pussy juices glistening in the bright lights of the lamps.

She was spread obscenely again, but she didn't have time to think about it, feeling him get on the couch between her legs. She felt it, the rubbery head of his organ, the same one that rubbed on her face was between her legs. He was rubbing it up and down her slit, gathering up her juices for the moment he would shove the monster inside her and take her innocence forever. Even the head felt big, too big to go inside her. It didn't deter him, feeling him pushing it up against her hole, feeling the pressure as his organ began to stretch her open.

Steven couldn't wait, his balls aching for release. He had already given Natia her pleasure; it was his turn now. He felt the tightness of her pussy, fisting his cock as he pushed the head into the tight knot of her virgin pussy. It felt like a giant vise was gripping it, too impatient to open her up slowly. He held his cock with one hand to keep it from bending, and then thrust with his hips. He was sure that the neighbors had called the police when she screamed, but he was already beginning to fuck her, unable to do anything but pump into her until he came in her.

She wasn't even prepared, feeling his organ going inside her, spreading her legs wider as she waited for him to penetrate her slowly. Instead, he tore into her, his oversize organ stretching and tearing its way into her virgin pussy with pain that shot to her brain. She tried to close her legs but only succeeded in clamping them behind him. He mistook it for an act of passion, shoving his organ harder and deeper inside her to fill her completely.

She felt the wetness, the only thought of how she would have to clean up the blood that would stain her new couch. She never felt anything like it before. His organ was sliding in and out of her belly, Natia feeling things she never expected. She thought his organ would be smooth, but only the head was, feeling it stretching her open as it sank deeper into her.

The rest of his organ was different. She could feel every thick vein and bump on it as it teased at her flesh, pulling and pushing inside her with hard, deep thrusts. Her breasts were bouncing on her chest from his powerful thrusts inside her, but she couldn't do anything as she lay back submissively as he fucked her.

Steven was slamming into her, rocking her body with each punishing thrust that sent his cock deep into her belly until the head was crushed by her cervix. She gasped in pain with each thrust, but Steven's lust was all-consuming, not caring of her pleasure or pain, only his own pleasure. He grabbed her nipples, yanking them out harshly as he continued to pummel her body with his cock. He never felt such tightness, her belly trying to keep his cock out but only succeeding in making her the tightest hole he had ever fucked.

It hurt. Natia not believing it should be this way. His organ was punishing her, not trying to give her pleasure. Now, his hands were doing the same, twisting and pinching her nipples until the pain shot through her chest. She prayed that he would cum soon, but he continued to pound into her, his sweat-drenched body dripping on her as his hips fucked her hard. She bit her lip until she tasted blood, his pounding between her legs feeling like she would be torn forever.

Steven did everything to prolong his pleasure as long as possible but finally could contain in no more. He fell on her, her naked tits pushed into his chest, her hard nipples pointing into his chest. He continued to pump her until he felt the sperm rise up from his balls and race through his cock. He slid to the bottom of her pussy, slamming into her cervix as if he were trying to ejaculate into her womb. He cock bulged, and then he spewed his sperm into her virgin hole, bathing her with jet after jet of his sperm while her body trembled beneath his.

She could only pray that she wouldn't get pregnant as she felt him spurt inside her. It was hot, his sperm spewing his filthy sperm deep into her body, feeling like a fire hose of lust inside her. She could barely breathe, his heavy body crushing her beneath him, but he was too consumed in his orgasm to care about her. She thought he would never stop cumming inside her when she felt him getting off of her. His organ pulled out from her, feeling a flood of juices flow from her raped hole, staining her couch beneath her. "Please go, Steven," she begged.

His lust satisfied, the reality of what he had done became apparent. She might cry rape, even though she wanted it as much as he did. He didn't want to hang around any longer.

He leaned over her face, rubbing his slick cock on her cheek, leaving a stain of pink virgin blood and sperm as a reminder staining her smooth skin. He dressed, as she lay naked on the couch, tears in her eyes, even though they were still closed tight. He took one more look at her naked body before he went out the door.

She knew what he did, feeling the sperm already drying on her cheek, but she refused to touch it. She raced to the bathroom as soon as she heard the door lock click behind him, jumping in the hot bath even before it was filled. Her vagina hurt and no amount of soaking in the bathtub could take away the pain between her legs.

It was days before the lingering effects went away, Natia almost able to push it from her mind as if it never happened. But it only lasted a few days, until she would wake up at night, her bed soaked with sweat, reliving the whole ordeal in painful detail. At other times, she would remember the satisfying parts, masturbating as she recalled the way he performed oral sex on her, as she lay naked and submissive on the couch. It always managed to give her an explosive orgasm. At this point in her life, she still refused to acknowledge what should have been obvious.

Steven never called after that, and Natia made no effort to contact him. New York City was a big city, and she never expected to see him again.

The hot water felt so good, Natia's hand slipping into the water, her legs spreading slightly as her fingers found her pussy. Her first time wasn't what a girl expected but neither was her marriage. It started with such promise and ended with shame. She thought back to when she was in New York City and young and naive. Much of it was told to her afterward when Robert confessed to try to win her back.

A month later, she found the email sitting in her box. She recognized the sender immediately, her heart skipping a beat. It was from Robert. She hadn't heard from him in over a year. Robert was her first serious boyfriend. Men were intimated by her beauty, and over the years, Natia used it to keep them way. Her strict upbringing and her ambition drove her to avoid the distractions that men brought to her life. Most were just interested in her body and until a short while ago, none could have.

Robert was different, sensitive and protective of her. They dated for over two years, but at the end of school, their careers took them to different parts of the county. Natia went back to Chicago and Robert stayed in Boston. Robert had attended Northeastern University in Boston, a good school, but nothing as prestigious as Harvard. He got a job at a medium-sized company in Boston as a marketing analyst. He was in her contact list that she emailed occasionally to keep them informed of her business life, the others doing the same.

The email was short.

How about dinner Saturday night? Eight o'clock. I'll meet you at Michael Jordon's, The Steak House. It's located in Grand Central Station.

Love, Robert

She read it over and over, especially the last line. Love. Do I still have feelings like that for him? We enjoyed each other for two years, why not have dinner with him? She could see if the spark they had together was still alive. She typed out the email.

Surprised to see you in town but would love to have dinner with you.

She thought about taking the word love out of her response but decided not to.

See you at eight, Saturday. Natia

He must have been waiting by his computer, because his reply came within seconds of her sending hers.

Can't wait to see you again. Love, Robert

It was Friday, Natia getting ready to leave. Lydia came over to her desk, so excited that she could hardly speak. Lydia was her boss, the Manager of Planning and Support.

"Mr. Dillman wants to see you." Natia didn't react fast enough for her. "Now!"

Bradford Dillman was the President of Atlas Logistics Support. She had met him only briefly when she interviewed for the position, more him just acknowledging her presence.

"Why, did I do something wrong?"

"No, something good. He read your analysis on the future project in Nigeria and loved it.

He said he wanted to meet the person that wrote it."

Natia beamed. She had worked hard on that analysis. She looked at all the details of the future project, including the liability of working in a country that had rebels that continually attacked international companies that worked on the country's lucrative oil contracts. She got up, glad that she wore her best suit that day. She still spent tons of money on clothes, thanks to her parents’ support. She spent more on La Perla lingerie than most women spent on suits. It made her feel so sexy and her clothes never failed to attract the attention of men. She might push them away, but she liked that they were drawn to her. She guessed that is why many thought she was an arrogant bitch, though most of the ones that thought that were women. They feared her because she could take away their husbands whenever she wanted.

Natia took the elevator to the Eightieth Floor, the penthouse. The executive secretary was stationed in front of the elevator, the gatekeeper to the sanctuary of the executive officers behind her. Natia didn't say a thing, before she spoke.

"Mr. Dillman is expecting you. It's the first door on the right." She nodded her through to the double door that opened to the hallway.

The first door on the right had even bigger double doors, large, mahogany doors that stood at least fourteen feet high, but opened with surprisingly little effort. The office was massive, the furniture modern, a glass desk in the center. Natia recognized him when she saw him. He didn't look up for a second.

"Natalia, glad I could meet you again." He said with his deep voice.

"Natia, my parents are the only ones that call me Natalia."

"Natia it is then. I was impressed with your analysis of the opportunities in Nigeria."

He was eloquently dressed in a dark brown suit that fit his body like a second skin. He was as handsome as she remembered, but it was his eyes that disturbed her. They were intense, looking at her from top to toe, openly looking at her breasts as she stood there in front of him as if he was inspecting her. He didn't invite her to sit down, making her stand in front of him. He didn't look at her like other men. Natia felt a dominating power from him and that made her nervous. "Thank you, I worked hard on it."

"The only flaw in it was how would you get the rebels to negotiate with you? It's not as if you could just dial them up." She was a beautiful girl, dressed impeccably. How does she afford to dress that well? She was tall, long legs, drawing you to the short skirt that hid the best part. Even with her jacket buttoned, it was cut so that the jacket clung to her full breasts. He couldn't wait for her to leave so he could see her ass. He would have to keep an eye on her in the future. He saw a look in her eye, like a fawn that is blinded by a hunter's bright light. A vulnerability that Bradford would love to violate.

She tried to think fast. She hadn't thought of that. Normally you would just arrange to meet an adversary and hash out the details of the conflict. "I think you would have to sacrifice one of your own."

"Not sure what you mean, Natia."

"If they took something of yours, they would contact you to let you negotiate to get it back.

You let them win, but you get them to the table."

"An interesting concept, Natia, but also true. It would just have to be something that they would be interested in and something that they thought would be valuable to you, even if it were expendable. Keep up the good work. I'll keep an eye on you." He nodded to her, dismissing her.

"Thank you, Mr. Dillman." She turned and walked out, but she could feel his eyes burning a hole in her butt. She tried to control her walk, but no matter how much she did, her hips and butt moved sensuously from side to side. She was so glad when the door closed behind her.

She put on the dark grey halter dress, but it was the La Perla Brazilian briefs that made her feel so sexy. She wore no bra, and the lacy briefs barely covered much so she was almost naked under the dress. It made her feel naughty. The steakhouse was very expensive. Robert must be doing well to afford such a place, even if he was trying to impress her. It was working, Natia paying special attention to getting ready for dinner tonight.

She took a cab to the restaurant, the Maitre D’ seeing her and escorting her to the table without her even giving her name. Robert stood up as she walked over, the perfect gentlemen. He looked good.

She looked even better than she did before, the dress clinging to every natural curve in her body, able to see the first hints of hard nipples beneath the halter-top. He kissed her cheek, inhaling the familiar smell of her perfume. He tried to buy it one year for her, but it was $500 a bottle. It felt so good to be with her, so familiar. He held out the chair for her, the waiter already pouring a glass of champagne for her.

They talked for hours, Robert lying a little, telling her that he had a good job consulting, though the job was more a temp job that would only last two more months. The company he worked for in Boston laid him off when the economy went south, finding a temp job in New York City. It was more expensive to live here, but he was sharing a small room in Brooklyn with a friend. It gave him a chance to see Natia again, Robert regretting letting her get away. She was too good for him, Robert not use to dating such gorgeous women, but she had loved him. He hoped she still did.

He kissed her goodnight, his tongue gently pushing into her mouth until he found her receptive. She didn't even object when his hand moved up and cupped one of her breasts, feeling the naked flesh beneath his fingers, the nipple hardening the minute he touched it.

It was as though they never stopped dating.

They had been dating again for two months, finally sleeping together for the first time last night. The room was dark, ending up in Natia's bed, the lights out. She let him undress her, slowly, almost apologetic as he did, nothing like when Steven had taken her. He took off his own clothes, finally taking Natia's hands and putting it on his organ, Natia reminded how hot the flesh of a man's organ was. This time, her fingers were free to explore it, not having it rubbed on her face obscenely. His organ wasn't as big as Steven's, not sure if Steven was big or Robert was small. He was gentle when he entered her, nothing like when Steven had taken her virginity. It did feel good, but he never made her cum, Natia faking an orgasm when he came in her. He used a condom, Natia missing the feeling of the hot sperm bathing her insides, but grateful that she didn't have to worry about getting pregnant.

Robert was getting more and more behind, spending more money than he was making. It was hard to keep someone like Natia happy, and he tried hard to make her happy. He maxed out his last credit card for it, four thousand dollars, but it couldn't be anything cheap. He took her to a fancy restaurant, getting to one knee as a violinist played nearby, asking her to marry him. It was long minutes before she answered, but she said yes. They started to talk about their life together, Natia wanting to wait three months so she could plan her wedding the way she always dreamed of having. Robert had to get a better job, not wanting to tell her that he was barely making ends meet on a temp job.

He waited for two weeks to breach the subject to her, not wanting her to connect it with him asking her to marry him. "Since we are getting married, I need to get something more permanent then my consulting. I was thinking of applying at your company. I saw an ad for a marketing analyst," he lied. They were looking for a marketing technician, but he was hoping that she had some pull at the company.

She was surprised by what he said. She thought he was doing well with the consulting, though she never had seen his apartment. He always seemed to have money, and while the diamond ring was not that big, it was over a caret. She thought it might be a little odd working together at the same company, but he would be working in a different office, not even on the same floor. "Sure, use my name as a referral. I think the company even pays a referral fee if you are hired."

"You asked for anything on Natalia," Brenda handing Mr. Dillman the file.

"Thank you." He read the file, an employee application. It not only had Natia as a referral, but also mentioned that he was her fiance, to be married in two months. He read his experience and education. He wasn't Atlas quality. He barely had the experience to be a marketing analyst. He picked up the phone, calling the Marketing VP.

"Jim, do me a favor. I'm sending you a file over with an employee application. I want you to hire him as a Marketing Analyst. The usual pay and benefits."

"You know I don't have another one in the budget." It wasn't often that Bradford called up and asked for a favor.

"You will tomorrow."

"She must be a real looker." Jim was single, just like Bradford, and they both loved the women, but working so hard and long, it was difficult to have much of a social life. They found the best place to find available women was from the office pool of talent. Neither cared much of the concern over sexual harassment.

"Actually a man."

"I didn't know you had it in you, Bradford," Jim kidding him.

"Not turning to the dark side, but if I do, you will be the first I will hit on. This is the fiance of Natia."

"Hot Natia from Planning and Support. She looks like such an arrogant bitch. She probably has a frozen cunt." Jim got crude sometimes with Bradford.

"That's the one. I think I can thaw her out, and you'd be surprised what is beneath that facade."

"But she is marrying this guy, taking her out of action."

"He's a wimp. I'll have him so beholden to me that he will do anything for me. Or his wife will."

"On one condition, Bradford."

He was taken back with his comment; Bradford was the President and could do anything he wanted. "What might that be?"

"I get to take her in the ass. While her husband watches."

Bradford couldn't stop laughing for long minutes. "Deal, I knew you had it in you."

Robert was so excited that he couldn't even wait to tell her at dinner. "I got a job. At Atlas."

He couldn't believe it. They called him for an interview, Robert taking off from work to go in that day. He met with the Marketing VP, and he must have done well, because by the time the interview was over, he had a job as Marketing Analyst. At much more than he was making in Boston. He was even surprised that the President of the company popped into the interview as he was ready to leave and introduced himself. He was so friendly, talking as if they had been friends for years.

"I'm so glad for you, Robert." She couldn't believe it, both of them working for Atlas. Robert must be good to get a job with Atlas; they didn't take just anyone. She felt so proud of him.

Even though he was getting paid well now, Natia had high expectations for the wedding.

The wedding list grew and grew, many from Atlas attending, Robert being so bold to send an invitation to Bradford. He was surprised that he stopped in the following week, personally accepting the invitation and inviting him to lunch the next day. He couldn't believe it, the President of the company taking him to lunch. He was even more impressed when no one else was invited. He hadn't even told Natia about it, not wanting to flaunt his success with the President. After all, she started there first.

Even with her parents paying for the lion's share of the wedding, the honeymoon became more and more elaborate, now two weeks in the South Pacific, over-the-water bungalows, airfare; everything began to add up. On top of it, his credit cards were still maxed out from before he got the job. He was in the hole for over $60,000, $40,000 for his over the limit credit cards and $20,000 for the honeymoon and other expenses. It was less than three weeks to the wedding and Natia was getting insistent on the honeymoon plans, Robert feigning that it was a surprise and wouldn't tell her until the last minute. He still couldn't say no to her.

As part of his job application, they did a credit search. Robert was living beyond his means for a long time. Even with the new job, he had little chance to pay his bills, never mind the added expense of the wedding and honeymoon. Credit cards and student loans ate up most of his take-home pay. Bradford waited for Robert to show up for lunch, meeting him at a small intimate bar around the corner from the office, sure that most didn't eat there.

"Glad you could make it, Robert." He ordered a beer for Robert, already knowing what he drank.

"I want to thank you for inviting me. I feel honored." Robert was still taken back by all the attention the president was paying him.

"I like to take care of my employees, Robert. And with you, I have two. Natia can do a lot to further your career. She is a very bright woman. A good wife, a dutiful wife can be an asset to your career."

"I am lucky to have such a woman to be my wife. I would do anything for her."

"Would she do the same for you?"

"She was brought up by very strict parents. She has learned her place. Some see her as arrogant, but she uses that to keep away the men that only want her body. She is like me, willing to sacrifice her own for me."

"The wedding planning must be exciting. I understand her parents are wealthy and planning a very elaborate and expensive wedding. I imagine it is hard for you to keep up with their spending."

"Yes, it is hard to deny Natia things that she deserves. I am still trying to figure out how to pay for the honeymoon." He blurted it out before he thought about it, thinking he was talking to one of his friends and not his boss.

"I'm sure that you must have a lot of debt from school and other expenses. It's hard starting off nowadays, never mind competing with her wealthy parents."

"I will manage somehow," Robert trying to recover from his abrupt confession.

"I don't like my employees having to worry about financial problems. It takes away your devotion to the company. I can arrange a small loan; let's say $70,000.00. Interest only for one year at prime, and then you can pay if off over ten years. That should make it more manageable until you prove yourself to the company and your salary will increase proportionally. Naturally, we will have to keep this between ourselves. I don't offer this to every employee, only the ones that I have confidence in."

Robert was shocked by the proposal. He could pay off his credit cards and get out of the 20% interest, pay for the honeymoon and still have $10,000 left for a cushion. At prime, that would be only $200 a month for the first year. Even when payments had to be made, it would be less than $800 a month. He was paying that now on the interest on the credit cards with little going to paying off the principal. He couldn't believe his luck. Bradford liked him, had confidence in him. Robert began to believe more in his own ability. "That would be great," trying to contain his excitement.

They talked small talk after that, football, the company, even a little about Natia. The lunch went quickly, Robert leaving before Bradford.

The next day, he received a plain manila envelope. Inside was a five-page promissory note for $70,000. Robert signed it quickly in his excitement, sending it back to accounting without even making a copy of it.

The following day, another envelope, this one smaller. Inside was a check, a check larger then Robert had ever seen. $70,000.00. He rushed out and deposited, waiting for it to clear before he paid off his credit cards. He never had that much money all at one time.

He booked the honeymoon, just as Natia wanted. He even showed her the reservation, proud of himself.

Bradford invited him to lunch at the same place the next week. "Did everything get taken care of with your loan?" It was the first question he asked.

"Yes, I can't thank you enough. It saved my life."

"I enjoy helping both of you. And someday maybe you can repay the favor. Or maybe Natia."

"I haven't even told her yet." Robert hated to mention that he borrowed that much money.

"No need, at least until after the wedding. It's important that you don't keep secrets between you."

They talked more small talk, two beers before Bradford changed the subject. "I bet you can't wait for the honeymoon."

"Two weeks in the South Pacific, warm weather and only bathing suits. It's going to be paradise."

"Honeymoons aren't so much for men like us that have had lots of women. I see you with Natia, such a beautiful girl; you must have thrown away lots of other lovely girls."

"Yes, but once I met Natia, I knew she was for me. The others didn't mean anything to me," he bragged.

"Almost anticlimactic though. After sleeping with Natia before the wedding, the honeymoon isn't the big thing it used to be when you married a virgin."

"Yes, but she has a lot to learn. She's actually shy in bed. I have a lot to teach her."

Robert began to brag to his new friend.

"It's a real accomplishment the first time they kneel before you and you feed your cock into their mouth, looking at those big, innocent eyes as you push your big cock down her throat. It's our place in life to teach them their station in life, to service us in any way we want. Or with anyone."

"She'll learn soon enough." Natia barely touched his cock, never mind taking it in her mouth.

"Take it slow, bring her along gradually. After she takes you in your mouth, you can move on."

"Yes, move on." Robert repeated.

"You ever take a girl in the ass. It's the greatest feeling. So tight, her muscles fighting to push you out, but you are only concerned with your lust, taking your thick, long cock and shoving it in so deep that she is thinking it will come out her mouth. That's when you know you have your wife trained for your pleasure. When she will do anything for you."

Robert never felt so close, bonding with Bradford, both of them cocksmen. It was their duty to make sure their women were trained. For him to train Natia. "Yes, I love it, never feeling anything like it before." In fact, he never even felt it once, never even considering doing that to Natia. Maybe he should. After all, it is for her well-being.

"The greatest thing I ever watched was another couple making love. It's something that you have to experience. You can walk around, looking at them at different angles, able to hear them, see them and even smell them. It's not like watching a movie. In real life, the girl is always a bit shy, but it's hard when a man is between your legs. You can see the humiliation as she tries not to look at you."

"I never saw that," Robert finally confessing up to his lack of sexual experience. He should broaden his horizons, like Bradford. After all, they were alike.

"You're getting married soon. That would be great to watch your wife having sex with another man. I never did that."

"I don't know, I might get jealous."

"You would be doing it for her. After watching her, you could guide her on how to be a better lover. It's hard to do while you are with her, this way you could sit on a chair and see every movement, what she likes, what she doesn't. You could even instruct her on what to do. Can you imagine the thrill of saying something like, ‘Natia, take his cock deeper in your throat,’ and then watching as she tries to please you?"

"I never thought of it that way. She would try to please me more next time after learning what she was doing wrong. It still would be hard to watch her with another man."

"It would have to be with someone you trust. Like you, he would have to have a dominant personality. Someone that could take charge of her. A woman like Natia needs a man like you and me. Beneath that arrogant exterior is a submissive that is begging to be let lose so she can experience all the wonders of unbridled lust. We do women like that a favor when we force them to obey."

The conversation ended abruptly when they were brought the steak sandwiches and never went back to the topic of sex, but Robert had it on his mind all day. Bradford had the right attitude about women. They needed to be trained.

He took Natia to dinner after work, letting the taxi go when they stopped to drop her off.

He went into action as soon as the door closed behind them. They sat on the couch, the lights on low, just the way Natia liked it. He drew her over to him, taking her hand and putting it on the front of his pants. "That's for you to take care of, Natia." He pulled his zipper down and fished his cock out before she knew what was going on. He almost came when he grasped her hand and wrapped it around his cock. He guided her hand up and down. "Yeah, like that." He put his other hand on the top of her head. "Now wrap your lips around it, and I'll teach you how to suck cock."

He was going way too fast. Even though they were getting married in a week, they still only slept together two times. He took out his organ as soon as they sat down, shocking Natia's senses. She found her hand wrapped around his organ, forcing her to slide up and down the hot flesh, Natia ready to pull her hand away when he did the unconscionable. He forced her head down, her mouth only inches from his prick. She would never satisfy a man orally. Not even her husband. She was appalled that he would even consider her doing such a foul deed. She got up. "Put it back in, and get out of here. NOW!" She turned on the light, shamed, as he stood there with his organ out, hard and erect. She pushed him until she shoved him out the door, his organ not even back in his pants yet. She hoped none of the neighbors saw his obscene display.

It took Robert two days of pleading and apologizing before Natia would take him back. He tried talking to Bradford about it, having lunch one more time before the wedding.

"Remember how I told you about watching your wife with another man making love would help you to teach her to be a better lover. You, also, might find that it will help you. You can see how another man that can obviously handle a woman of your wife's temperament does it. There are all sorts of secrets and techniques to make a woman perform. You just need a little help."

"I thought I could handle her, but maybe I do need a little help." Robert was confused.

Does Bradford really know how to handle Natia? Robert surely didn't, and he was going to be married to her in days. He didn't want to lose her for any reason.

Bradford dropped the conversation, talking about the wedding that was only days away.

Natia cried at her own wedding, unable to get the vows out without shedding some tears.

Robert was flawless, the wedding everything she hoped it would be. She was surprised to see Bradford Dillman in the audience. Robert had invited him, but she seriously didn't think he would show up. Natia still had this strange feeling about the man. She tried to talk to Robert about it before the wedding, but Robert had only one answer.

"He's our boss, and you should be nice to him. It's important to me."

The reception was a grand affair, her mother not sparing a dime to make it special. Natia felt a hand around her waist, turning around to come face to face with Bradford Dillman.

"Congratulations to both of you."

He kissed her gently on the cheek, but she saw his eyes staring down the front of her wedding dress. "Thank you. And thank you for coming." She tried to be nice. For Robert's sake.

He left without as much as another word. She didn't see him until later, Natia and Robert sitting at the main table in the front, the best man toasting the bride and groom and then others joined in. Natia was surprised when Bradford toasted them, saying nice things about them so eloquently. He smiled at her when he was finished.

They had their solo dance, the others finally joining in, Natia dancing with one man after another, some she didn't even know, her mother inviting so many distant relatives. She wanted to sit down, but she felt another man sweep her up into his arms and pulling her out on the dance floor so gracefully for a change that she was grateful that her feet weren't being stepped on. She looked up to see Bradford staring at her, his hand firmly around her waist as he glided her along the floor to the other side of the room where it was darker.

She was surprised that he was so graceful, but then again, he was a charmer. He held her closer than she was comfortable with, but his hand around her waist was assertive, holding her against him. Natia tried to ignore the hard organ that pressed against her, but then he pushed his leg between her legs, rubbing along her thighs. His other hand moved up her side until she felt it cupping just beneath one of her breasts, the lights from the dance floor dim in the corner. She tried to push him away, but he just laughed at her.

"Please, I need to get back to Robert."

"You don't need Robert. You need a real man to tame you. You're just a teasing bitch that needs training."

His hand squeezed her breast and his organ pushed harder against her. She should have slapped him across his face, but she didn't want to make a scene, Robert trying to see her from across the floor. She smiled back at Robert. "I have to go." She finally broke free from him, or maybe he just let her go, but he escorted her back to Robert, though he kept his distance. Natia tried to stay away from him the rest of the evening. She was glad they would leave for their honeymoon before the guests, but she found Bradford standing next to them a short while later.

"I have to leave, but I enjoyed your wedding. Natia is such a beautiful bride.

Congratulations on your marriage, Robert. Enjoy your honeymoon, and enjoy your wife."

He turned toward Natia, his body blocking Robert from seeing her. He kissed her cheek, and his hand went up and brazenly squeezed her breast. Her hands clenched at her sides as she suffered the rude fondling, but what he said was even worse. He whispered in her ear.

"You should help your husband, and be a good wife."

He left just as quick, still able to feel his hand on her breast for more than an hour. Or maybe it was just her imagination. She was glad when they finally left, putting him out of her mind for two weeks. The honeymoon was the happiest days of her life. They spent two carefree weeks in the South Pacific, romantic dinners and swimming in the warm waters while the trade winds blew gently. She hated to go back home, but they had to. She never knew a man as gentle and protective as Robert was.

They had been back for two weeks, settling in with their new lifestyle. Robert had moved in with her, but they were planning on moving to another apartment when they had time to look, wanting something that they both picked out.

Robert had lunch with Bradford as soon as he was back to work. "How was the honeymoon? Everything you expected and more, I hope."

Robert wasn't sure what to say. He had hoped since they were married, sex would be different. They did make love one night, but only one night out of two weeks. Natia said she wanted to enjoy herself, no pressure, and time for her to relax. Robert was beginning to see the handwriting on the wall. He had heard some husbands talk of the spark went out of their marriage after a while, it became boring and sex more of a routine, but he didn't expect it to start off that way. It could only get worse. "Not really," he hated to admit.

"Just as I expected. She has a fire in her eye but not between her legs."

"What can I do about it?" Maybe Bradford could give him some tips.

"I have a bigger problem. The audit team is looking at your loan and questioning it."

"What does that mean?" He sat up in the chair.

"They could call the loan if they think it was not appropriate."

"What's not appropriate? I've been paying the interest."

"These types of loans are reserved exclusively for the upper management. I took exception for you and stuck my neck out to do it. Now that might chop it off because of your loan."

"But you're the president. I though you could do things like that."

"I have a board that I have to answer to."

"What do you mean, call it?" Panic was in Robert's voice. This was $70,000.

"Don't you remember the note? It has a ten-day call option for the company. It's built in to handle when an employee leaves. You have ten days to pay it back."

"Ten days, I can't come up with $70,000 in ten days. I don't even think I could come up with it in ten months." Robert began to think of a way out of this. There had to be a way.

"Isn't there something you can do?"

"I already have my neck out on this one. You want me to put it out farther? I could get it cut off."

"I'll do anything. Anything." Robert was sure he would be fired along with Natia if it blew up in their faces. He knew that Natia would never ask her parents for that kind of money.

They used to give her an allowance, but that stopped a few months ago. They spent a small fortune on the wedding. They were getting up in age and their business was not what it used to be. Everyone wants products from China, not Poland. They had tried to sell it so they could retire, but they couldn't even get an offer to cover the value of the inventory. They were even considering going back to Poland to retire, the cost of living less.

"Anything?" He looked at Robert, trapping him right where he wanted him.

"Yes, anything." He was desperate. This was the first good job he ever had and didn't want to lose it.

"Invite me over for dinner tomorrow night."

"You'll help me for a free dinner?" Robert was confused.

"Is Natia a good wife? Will she help her husband? Do anything?"

It suddenly dawned on him. Was that what he was actually proposing? "You want Natia?

My wife?"

"I think I can fix your loan problem. Maybe even make it go away. It will cost me dearly, so it's only fair that you and Natia, also, pay dearly."

"You could make the loan go away?"

"Yes, you wouldn't even have to pay it back." Bradford was winning; he could see the sparkle back in Robert's eyes. "And I would be doing you a favor, too."

"What favor beside the loan?"

"We have been talking about you watching Natia with another man and how good it would be for her temperament. I could train her. Can you imagine coming home at night and making her go to her knees and give you the most amazing oral sex you ever had? After a very short time, she will be more than willing to perform any act that you require of her.

And some that you never even thought of."

"Short time, so it's not just tomorrow night?"

"No, that would just be the beginning. There would be more. Even a visit to my house in the Hamptons. I think a weekend would do Natia a world of good. I think you will find it very arousing to see your wife perform. She will become more eager to please you when you are alone."

It's not that it didn't sound appealing to see Natia having sex with another man. She didn't seem to like it much with him, maybe this would teach her to be more amenable to his advances. It was the beginning of their marriage, and it was not working out very good for Robert yet. This killed two birds with one stone. They would, also, get rid of $70,000 of debt. It was a win-win situation for Robert. "Eight o'clock okay?"

"That would be fine. I'll bring a bottle of wine." They finished lunch without saying anything more about it, but they both were in deep thought over it.

"Bradford is coming to dinner tomorrow night."

He hit her with it, and she was shocked. They were sitting on the couch when he said it, watching the news. It came out of nowhere.

"Why?" It was the only thing she could think of. Why would he even invite him?

"He's become a good friend and has done me lots of favors."

"Enough to invite him into our home?" How can I be civil to a person like him? She didn't even tell Robert how he acted at their wedding. Maybe she should, then he would uninvite him just as fast.

He had to tell her. "He lent us $70,000." Her eyes almost bugged out of her head when she heard the number.

"Pay it back then."

"I don't have it."

"What did you do with $70,000?" They never talked about money before the marriage, Natia worried enough with her parents’ money problems, trying to stop them from spending so much on the wedding, but they insisted.

"Lots went to the expensive honeymoon that you had to have. The rest paid off all my credit cards. Money I spent on you while I was doing consulting. The company was giving him problems with the loan, and he promised to fix it."

"The company! We borrowed money from the company?" Not only would they lose their money, but also they would lose their jobs. What was Robert thinking?

"Yes, and at very good rates. Don't worry; I took care of it. Just be nice to Bradford when he comes over tomorrow night. If we are nice to him, he will take care of our problems.

Just be a good wife to me."

She didn't like the sound of it, but she would try her hardest to be civil to Bradford. For Robert's sake. She thought she already was a good wife. They went to bed, neither one saying a thing. Breakfast was almost silent. "I'll make a nice casserole. He should like that."

"Thank you," kissing her as he left. I hope she feels the same way in the morning.

Natia was glad he brought a bottle of wine, now there were two. She would need lots of wine to get through the night. When he walked in and looked at her, she felt the familiar uneasiness the same as the last time she met him in his office. His eyes were intense as they eyed her body as she cooked. She wore a short skirt, but all her skirts were short, but she felt as though he was undressing her. Her white silk blouse clung to her breasts, and his eyes feasted on them with a hunger. She even wore heels at Robert's insistence, making her legs lean and long. She almost hated her elegant beauty at this point in time.

Wine was poured, and Natia began to drink as she finished up cooking. She put it on the table, hoping to get this over as soon as possible. She was finishing up her third glass of wine when Robert took the dishes into the kitchen, Bradford sitting next to her. She was already feeling the buzz of the wine, glad it could deaden some of her senses. She felt him next to her, staring at her even when she didn't look. Robert came back into the room just as Bradford moved. She felt a hand on her knee, almost spilling her glass as she turned toward Bradford. She looked down, his large, powerful hand sitting on her naked knee. Almost as if she were in a trance, she saw it move up her leg and under her skirt.

She was frozen in the chair as it slid her skirt out of the way, uncovering her legs all the way up so the black panties she was wearing. Then she heard his voice, his hot, heavy hand still lingering on her inner thigh, exposed to him as he started at her crotch.

"You are such a fortunate man, Robert, to have such a gorgeous and devoted wife. Many men tried to possess her, but you are the one that has her now. What are her best assets? Is it the full breasts or these long legs?" Bradford rubbed the smooth, silky skin of her inner thigh, his hand forcing her legs to spread to allow him access to her inner thighs.

He looked at her, a stunned look on her face, but she did little to stop him. "Stand up, Natia, show me." He continued to rub her thighs.

She finally was able to get a word out, the shock of what he was doing too much for her even to fathom. His hand was rubbing her thighs, squeezing too hard with his powerful hand, her skirt pushed up and out of the way so he could see all of her long, naked legs.

"Don't do that," Natia protested, turning to Robert, sure that she would see anger in his face at what Bradford was doing to her in front of him.

Robert smiled at Natia. "Do as he says, Natia. Stand up and show our boss. Do as you are told." His cock was so hard, watching as Bradford fondled his wife's thighs, forced to spread her legs by his big hand. He thought he would be ashamed to watch what Bradford was doing, but he found it exciting. More exciting than anything he had ever seen.

Her hands clenched at her side, but she didn't do anything to stop him. He pushed out on her thighs, making her spread her legs wider until her tight skirt stopped her from going any farther. She was exposed all the way up to the sexy black panties that hid her treasures from his eyes. "I know what you need, Natia. You need a strong man. A dominating man. Most men are afraid of you; your arrogance scares them away. You have been pampered all your life, given everything that you have ever wanted. You missed the one thing that others couldn't give you. The excitement and sexual pleasure that could only come from being dominated. You have only one purpose. To be on your back or on your knees, submitting to the demands of others. It is only through you giving them pleasure you will achieve your own."

Her mind was spinning, seeing her husband smiling at her, Bradford's hand continually running up and down her thighs, expecting him to touch her pussy at any moment. She was confused, dazed, shocked by what was happening. She tried to stop him, but her hands refused to push him away, her legs refusing to close.

"Natia will be a good wife. She wants to obey. She wants to be a slut and feel the pleasure that only surrender to her most basic urges can give her. Stand up, Natia." Bradford continued to push her.

Robert had brought the full-length mirror from the bedroom, putting it in the middle of the room.

She knew they had won, wishing she could stop them, but it was like when she was with Steven. She had pretended it wasn't happening to her, closing her eyes and letting him do those obscene and perverted things to her. He had spread her naked body in the most revealing positions, his tongue touching her in places that even her fingers had never touched. He finally took her with his organ, took her innocence from her brutally.

She felt Bradford's hand leave her thigh, her skirt falling back down to cover her naked legs. She didn't remember how, but she was standing in the middle of the room, opening her eyes to see her full image reflected back in the mirror. He had made her start a new, unknown journey that she wasn't sure she would ever be able to come back from. She was afraid that once she started, she wouldn't be able to stop.

She saw Bradford move behind her, his dark, penetrating eyes staring at her with a lust that she would have to quench. He looked at her breasts, her legs, even down behind her at her ass. She never felt so ashamed, not at only the way he was looking at her, but at what she knew she would let him do to her. She felt more hatred toward Robert, that silly smile on his face, the front of his pants showing the obvious erection that her shame was giving him. Bradford was already in control of her, feeling his dominating power. She wouldn't be able to stop him from doing anything to her, and she knew when he was finished, she would be left with only the shame and humiliation of having performed the most degrading acts with a man that was not her husband.

She heard his voice and it began.

"Hands behind your head." His voice was loud and demanding.

Her hands went behind her head, staring in the mirror at her own image, her breasts rising up, her arms behind her head submissively.

"No wonder men think you are arrogant and a tease. You wear short skirts, teasing them with those long legs. Your blouse is tight across your full breasts, able to make out your nipples beneath the silky material. Your skirt is pulled across your ass so tight, men fantasying about taking you against your will. You smile at them with those full lips, teasing them until they are hard, then you laugh at them and leave them with their unfilled lust."

She tried to protest, but she knew that he was right. She played men, teasing them, enticing them, and then laughing at them when she denied them what her body had to offer. She felt a finger sliding down her back, pulling away from it.

"Don't move!"

She froze as the finger tickled along her neck, sending goose bumps through her body. It slid lower down her back, tickling, causing her to arch her back as it slid to her waist. It didn't stop there, Natia not resisting, knowing it was futile, his hand sliding down over her ass until she felt his fingers on the back of her naked legs. She accepted his hand when it slid under her skirt, feeling the skirt being lifted, exposing the top of her stockings, exposing her thighs, forcing her skirt to ride up higher and higher. She begged him to stop, but he ignored her as he pulled her skirt up her legs, Natia forced to watch as she was exposed, her skirt finally pulled so tight, pulled high up, almost to her waist. Now she knew why Robert insisted on her wearing nylons and a garter belt. She never looked sexier than she did now. The garter belt framed her black silk panties, the black nylons stopped sexily at mid-thigh, her white thighs highlighted among the sea of black. She fought her own body, feeling the warmth of her juices between her legs. How can I become wet at being forced into such a degrading position? She knew this was only the beginning.

There was the sound of the zipper on her skirt, hands fumbling at her waist. She felt the skirt go slack around her and then felt the skirt sliding over her bare legs and fall on her feet.

"Lift your leg."

She looked down at him staring up at her almost-naked sex as his hot, heavy hand lifted her ankles one at a time until he pulled her skirt out from beneath her. She felt a shiver of excitement from his hot breathe so close to her sex, remembering what Steven had done with his tongue to her. He stood back up, Natia looking more naked without the skirt, just her panties her only protection. She sucked in her stomach when she felt his hands sliding around her waist, finding her bare skin beneath the blouse. They met in front, Natia scared either way they went; up or down. She felt his fingers fumbling with the edge of her panties, sucking in her gut more. She found that she had inadvertently pushed her butt back, feeling the unmistakable bulge of his organ pressed against her ass. She dared not move, afraid of making her action public.

It would be so easy to slip his hand into her panties and grab her bush, but he enjoyed tormenting her. Was that her pushing her ass up against me? He moved his hips from side to side, his cock jerking when it felt the panty-covered mounds of her full buttocks.

Bradford almost regretted his promise of her ass to Jim. He began to work on the pearl buttons that ran up the silky blouse, starting at the bottom, and slowly and methodically opening them one by one, making sure that she felt his hands touching her naked skin as he opened them. He could see her reflection in the mirror, her eyes fixated on his fingers as they worked to strip the blouse from her body.

It was as if she were watching television, not herself. She was hypnotized, watching his fingers opening up the buttons of her blouse, a constant reminder when his hands touched her naked skin. He only had two buttons left, part of her bra visible. The next one opened, his hands pushing the blouse to the side, the bottom of the cups on her bra revealed, Natia wishing she hadn't worn her most expensive and sexy lingerie. Soon he would know her bra was low cut and revealing.

"You are even teasing with your lingerie. You hide them from searching eyes, yet they are so revealing and provocative. You want men to see them, but you stop them before they can." Bradford didn't even open the last button, yanking the two halves of her blouse and pulling them until the small, fragile button popped free and spilled to the floor. The blouse pulled to the sides, revealing a black lace bra, low cut, a generous amount of naked cleavage revealed. "Take it off," Natia putting her arms down as Bradford slid the blouse off her shoulders and down her arms until it fell to the floor.

He looked over her shoulder and down into her bra. His hands pulled back on her shoulders until she was forced to arch up her breasts as if offering them up to his eyes.

She tried to put it out of her head, his organ dragging back and forth over her ass cheeks, only her panties protecting her. His hands ran up and down her arm, a teasing glancing of his fingers along the soft edge of her bra-encased breasts, Natia trying to stop the unwanted erection of her nipples. It would be shameful when he took off her bra and revealed her breasts, that her nipples would be hard and pointed as if she wanted him to do this to her.

"Take off your bra, Natia. Show our boss your breasts." It was Robert talking. She looked over at him, his hand in his lap, obviously rubbing his erection as he watched his wife being molested by another man. She tried to plead with him silently, but he made an obvious gesture of rubbing his erection.

"You are a beautiful woman, Natia. Obey your husband and bare your breasts to me. It's what I want. It's what Robert wants. It's even what Natia wants. She wants to obey. She wants to flaunt her naked body like a slut."

"I can't," she cried.

"You will obey, Natia." Bradford pushed her away from him, regretting losing the feel of her ass cheeks on his cock, but he wanted to give her room to strip to the waist.

Natia watched the woman in the mirror, her hands reaching behind her, her breasts thrust up provocatively from the position. She could feel the fingers on her back, touching her, the sudden release of pressure as her bra was released, feeling the bra cups pulling away from her naked breasts. Her hands went to the bra cups, holding them against her breasts, the moment at hand when she would bare her body almost completely to him.

"Put your hands at your sides and let it fall." Bradford put his hands around her waist, joining them in front of her. "Now." He watched the bra fall to the floor, but his eyes quickly looked back up to see her proud breasts perched so magnificently. He loved the breasts of a young girl, so firm, hard, pointed nipples, and Natia's breasts were flawless. She had large brown areolas, but her nipples were exceptional. She couldn't hide their erection no matter how much she protested; she was aroused by his domination of her.

She hated that her nipples revealed her secret, the slightest puff of air across them sending them hard and erect. This was different though, they were swelling larger, not from the touch, but from the expectation of a touch. She wished she could push her breasts into his hands, but his hands were pushed against her naked stomach, so close, so tantalizing.

Bradford leaned over her, blowing a gentle breeze across one breast, able to see the nipple grow in excitement. He had never seen ones that were this sensitive. He could only imagine how she would respond to a little pain. Could she be forced to cum from just touching her breasts and nipples? "Stand up tall, Natia, hands behind your head. You have lovely tits and you have to learn how to present them for inspection."

It only made it worse when she obeyed; her breasts raising up so high that her nipples were almost pointed at the ceiling. His hot breath made her shiver with excitement, almost able to feel his lips sucking on her nipples as a baby would suckle her mother. She looked into the mirror, her body turning red in shame when she realized that she was half-naked and Bradford was staring at her nudity. She was posed like a whore, seeing the way she had arched her back to stick her breasts out, the brown tips so big and hard. She looked over at Robert, ashamed that he had taken out his organ and was stroking it. He didn't even see her looking at him, his eyes glued to her naked breasts.

Her upper body was painted a pretty pink of shame. Bradford had much more humiliation for her before he took his pleasure with her. Her ultimate humiliation would be when she came as he fucked her with her husband watching her. He let her stand there, staring at her half-naked body in the mirror, knowing that her mind was trying to imagine what he would do to her. She arched her back more, sticking her tits out farther as if searching for something. "You want them touched, Natia? Do you want my fingers to touch those hard, naughty nipples? Tell me, ask me to touch them and give them the pleasure you want."

He put his hands out in front of her breasts, Natia wanting to feel his touch, wanting her nipples explored by his fingers. She waited, but he didn't move, only inches between her nipples and his fingers, almost feeling her nipples trying to swell up to touch them. She arched her back, pushing her breasts out exaggeratedly, but Bradford moved his hands just a little farther away. Her nipples ached to be touched.

"I think the little slut is coming out of her cage. You are going to have to ask me, Natia. I want Robert to hear you beg me to touch your tits. What do you want?"

"Don't make me." He was shaming her in front of Robert. He didn't move; his fingers only inches away, but they might as well be miles. She couldn't wait any longer, the suspense too much. "Touch me, please, touch them." She never thought she would beg a man to touch her breasts. Most men would jump at the chance to touch them, but Bradford made her beg. "EEEEEHHHH," she cried out. She expected a gentle touch, teasing her nipples, just as all the men that worshipped her body, including her husband. Instead, his fingers dug into her breast meat like iron talons, squeezing her beautifully shaped breasts into mangled balls of flesh. "Not so hard," she cried out, his hands clenching and unclenching, his fingernails digging into her flesh.

"I told you that you had naughty tits, Natia. And naughty tits need to be punished. Hold still," he warned her. His fingertips dug into her nipples, crushing them into her flesh, scratching back and forth across them as he squeezed her breasts.

It felt like he was trying to make them explode, squeezing her tender breasts until the blood rushed to the tips, clenching and releasing the blood with each powerful grasp of his hand. Her nipples were pierced by his sharp fingernails, scratching along her areolas, feeling like they were being sliced by a sharp knife. Tears were in her eyes, no one ever treating her body this rough before. She feared what was to come. Bradford had an evil glint in his eyes when it came to women.

He made her lovely tits dance on her chest, his hands underneath them, slapping lightly at the soft underbelly of flesh to make them dance until they were rolling like jelly, slapping harshly against each other. He would squeez them together, the flesh compressed until there was only one breast with two big nipples. Then his fingers would rake the white flesh until angry pink lines appeared on them. "Ask me to play with your nipples, Natia. You know you want them played with roughly. You don't like the men that worship you. It's the common men that you fear. Men that will take their pleasure from your body without asking."

Her breasts ached, his fingers cruel as they abused her, but she felt the juices between her legs, thankful that she still had her panties on to hide her shame at being excited from his abuse. Now he was going to attack her nipples, her sensitive nipples that would swell erect from a breeze. "Touch my nipples" her voice barely heard as she asked in shame.

"TTToo harrrd," she cried out. It felt like pliers attached to her nipples, his strong fingers gripping her erect tips and squeezing them until pain shot through her chest. He rolled his fingers over them, then squeezed them when they grew erect from the touch, squeezing all the blood from the tip until her beautiful nipples were crushed and deformed between his demanding fingers.

"I'll do what I want, Natia, even spanking your naughty tits." He slapped them, harder this time, making each one dance, then going back to the other until they were slapping loudly against each other. That is why he loved big, full tits. So much to abuse. He found the nipples again, rolling his fingers back and forth over the rock-hard tips, squeezing so tight at the base of each one that her tip swelled to a bright red as the blood was trapped. He snapped his sharp nail across the tip until she cried out from the pain, pinching them as he twisted the brown tips until they were just gnarled flesh. "Arch your back, stick them out, Natia." He began to pull her up by her nipples, the brown flesh stretched over an inch, Natia forced onto her toes as he pulled her perfectly shaped breasts until they looked like long balloons of abused flesh. He kept pulling, her nipples pulling her breasts up.

She never felt anything like it before. Her nipples were always sensitive, just a touch of a finger on them sent them hard and erect. This was different, she felt the same excitement, but his fingers were abusing her breasts, especially her nipples, twisting them, her body only a toy for his amusement. What is happening to me? She was growing more excited the more he abused and insulted her. Is this what I really want? To be humiliated, to be controlled by a dominating man? She knew he would force her to perform the most degrading sexual acts, but she had no choice, he knew what she felt and wanted inside.

She couldn't hide behind her facade like the others.

Robert couldn't believe what Bradford was doing to Natia's breasts. He always worshipped them, but it looked like that is not what she wanted. He was yanking her onto her toes, making her stand tall, his only control, two fingers on each of her nipples. Are these the secrets that Bradford knew of women, secrets that he would share with me as long as I furnished my wife for his pleasure? He stroked his cock, eager to learn more. He was willing to provide his wife to learn them.

"This is what you want, Natia. For men to abuse you, to hold you down while they take their turn with you. This is your future. You will be forced to perform the most degrading acts with people that you hate: common men, construction workers, truck drivers, black men with big, black cocks, women that hate your arrogant exterior and will debase and humiliate you, making you perform with other girls sexually as men watch you committing lesbian acts." He almost yanked her nipples off, twisting them around in circles in front of her so she could see his abuse.

How did he know my inner secrets? He knew what scared her most, men that weren't intimidated by her beauty. Common men, especially women and black men. Women often approached her in bars, but she ignored them. They scared her in the ladies room, trying to touch her. She was afraid of what he might do. Is this just tonight, take his pleasure from me and then never to return? Or is it just the beginning? Would there be others?

Others that scare me?

He finally released her nipples, looking down at her breasts, her beautiful, pale breasts now streaked with red lines where his fingers dug into her flesh too hard, her nipples, swollen and red, twice the size she had ever seen them. He moved back away from her.

"Spread you legs, Natia. You know what I want. All women know how to spread their legs.

Watch yourself in the mirror."

Her feet separated just a tiny bit, but she looked back at her image, her legs moving wider without Bradford saying anything. She was learning. She did this four times, finally stopping, her legs spread almost three feet wide. The black silk panties pulled tight over her mound, able to see every bump and curve of her body. "Do you shave your pussy, Natia?" She didn't say anything. "I only ask a question once. Would you rather be punished like a naughty girl? I would like that just as much."

"Yes," she admitted.

"Is your pussy shorn or just neatly manicured?"

Why is he asking me such embarrassing questions? She knew soon she wouldn't have any panties on, and he would be able to see for himself. "I trim it."

"I can't wait to see it, Natia." He moved behind her, this time making sure that she felt his presence. "Can you feel how big I am, Natia? I am going to take you hard, Natia." He moved his hips from side to side, rubbing his cock against her ass cheeks. Soon, he would take out his cock, free it from the confines of his pants. His hands slide down over her stomach, pushing hard against her stomach until she began to push her ass back onto his cock. "Yes, like that. Like you are letting me ass fuck you." He would release his pressure on her stomach until she moved away, then push her back again, grinding his cock between her cheeks, shoving her panties into the deep divide of her ass. The next time, he surprised her, his hand sliding down over her mound, feeling her neatly trimmed bush beneath her panties. She arched back farther, but his hands followed her body, two fingers teasing along the soft folds of her slit. She had big lips, his fingers sliding her panties into the groove, not surprised that they quickly became wet. "Robert, your lovely Natia is wet. You give her to me, and she gets wet from the abuse. I'm sure that she will cum like a street whore when I fuck her. She'll enjoy the pounding I'll give her."

She couldn't stop her own body from betraying her, seeing the wet spot on her black panties, pushed between her lips to soak up her arousal. The fingers moved over her mound, rubbing sensuously up and down her slit, the gentle hiss of his fingernail sliding over the silk panties. Please don't let him touch my clit. "EEEEEHHHH," she hissed through her teeth when his fingers became cruel. He pinched her lips, his strong fingers gripping her two lips and yanking them out as he did with her nipples. His fingers dug into her mound, the tips gouging to the bone, his hand gripping her between her legs like a bowling ball. She tried to arch back, but he was pushed up against her, Natia forced to rub his organ as if she wanted him inside her ass. She spread her legs wider, anything to stop him, his fingers twisting through lips to pinch her delicate lips until she thought he was going to tear them off. Her eyes dropped tiny tears as his roughness tore errant pubic hairs from her bush.

Robert was still masturbating as he watched her being abused, Natia never seeing his organ as big as it was now. She felt Bradford behind her and had touched Steven's organ, now knowing that Robert was small for a man. And Bradford was very big. Bradford suddenly pulled away from her, but his hands didn't, sliding over her buttocks, Natia tightening her muscles from the unfamiliar touch on her butt. He pinched her, pinched hard; sure she would be bruised tomorrow. Again, this time a new place, a new bruise.

What does he want? "Ooww," she cried when he pinched her just between her tightly clenched cheeks. She relaxed her muscles, her cheeks separating. His hands returned to caress her, but Natia's body was on edge, any moment expecting another painful pinch.

Two hands, lifted up her buttocks, making them jiggle. She wanted to clench her muscles and stop him, but she somehow knew that is why he was pinching her. He wanted her buttocks to contract and allow him to have his way with her ass. She felt his finger straying down her crack, sliding her panties into the deep divide, Natia struggling not to clench her buttocks. She waited and it wasn't long before his soft caresses became harsher. His fingers dug into her buttocks, pulling them apart until she could feel her crack stretching open. His fingers dug between her crack, sliding up and down, feeling the strange touch of a man's finger on her anus, the tiny muscle beginning to spasm from the unwelcome touch. His hand slid back up, over her anus, this time pausing as if teasing her, daring her to clench her buttocks. She felt the pressure of the large finger on her anus, grateful when it moved away.

"I don't think you need these any longer, Natia." Bradford was behind her, bending down, his fingers hooked into the waistband of her panties. He began to maneuver them down over her hips, taking them off without making her take off the garter belt and nylons. He knew it would be quite the look, naked except stockings, garter belt and heels. He pulled them down, her firm buttocks slowly revealed, planting a kiss on one cheek as he pulled her panties down. He blew on her pussy from behind as he pulled her panties all the way down to her ankles. "Step out of them, Natia."

He couldn't wait to see her in the mirror, but he rose up slowly, his tongue leaving a wet trail up the back of her leg, slowly drawing his wet tongue through her ass crack, daring her to tighten her buttocks in defiance. She didn't move a muscle, all except the one in her anus, the tiny hole dancing open and closed as his tongue ran over the tart little knot.

"Good girl," he complimented her.

She was naked, looking at herself in the mirror. The nylons and garter belt only made her look more obscene, drawing the eye to between her legs. She struggled as the tongue licked her, just as Steven had done. She didn't know how he could put his tongue in such a filthy place, but it tickled at her anus, Natia trembling in fear until it left. She heard his compliment, almost grateful that he recognized what she did for him. His fingers returned, this time finding naked flesh to pinch, even tugging on tufts of hair until some pulled painfully by the follicles. She watched his fingers in the mirror, spreading her lips apart until all of her pink inner lips were exposed to the light of the room. He held them open as he visually inspected her, even able to see the darkness of her hole. He let them go, but his fingers slid between her lips, two fat fingers pushing them aside as they clinically explored her inner lips, her juices flowing freely from the masturbation of his fingers. He went from the top of her slit, rubbing over her clit until she felt it spring to life, all the way down, shoved deep into her pussy with one powerful thrust that drove her back onto his cock. They were large fingers, moving inside her, stretching and opening her up for something much bigger. She spread her legs wider, hoping to accommodate the fingers, masturbating her, as she would do, but harsher, his ragged fingernails tearing along the soft walls of her vagina. She couldn't do anything but accept the probing fingers.

"Ask me, Natia." He stood back from her and began to undress. He took off his shirt, shoes and socks, but left his pants on. "Come over here and take my pants and shorts off."

She had no choice, standing in front of him.

"Kneel, so you can see better when you free my cock."

She grew scared. Kneeling in front of him, his organ would be only inches from her face and mouth. She had never satisfied a man orally, refusing and almost breaking off their engagement when Robert wanted her to perform the perverted act. Her fingers moved to his belt, opening it up, surprised that she wasn't as nervous as she expected. She opened his pants, pulling the zipper down, pulling back his pants, shocked at the thick organ that lay beneath his shorts. It was much bigger than it felt against her ass. She pulled his pants down, Bradford kicking them off. Her hands ran up his muscular inner thighs, finding the top of his shorts, pausing for a second to see his organ jerk uncontrollably beneath his shorts. She pulled them down, not even looking, Bradford lifting his feet so she could throw them to the side.

"Introduce yourself to my cock, Natia. You two are going to be good friends." She still had her head looking at the ground. When she finally looked up, her face was flushed in shame, but Bradford cared little for her humiliation, only feeling the excitement when he felt her small, soft hands engulf the shaft of his cock. She could barely contain it, dancing in excitement from her sensuous touch.

She looked at it. It was huge. The head was almost purple, a thick ridge around the edge, Natia almost able to feel it dragging along her insides when he put it in her. There were blue, thick, gnarled veins that ran up the shaft, twisting and turning around it. It had to be at least eight inches long, maybe longer. She was more worried about its girth. She would have to stretch to take it inside her. Or tear. His balls were huge: thick, wiry pubic hairs covering the wrinkled bag, but she could see the balls hanging down. She ran her hand up and down the shaft, feeling her fingers passing over the thick ridge, drops of sticky sperm already coating the head. Her fingers ran through the sperm, coating them as she stroked his organ, hoping that would satisfy him and not want her mouth. His sperm was sticky, yet slippery, her fingers riding up and down the shaft. She noticed when her fingers ran over the thick ridge she could make it jerk if she squeezed her fingers tighter.

Bradford would have liked to let her play with his cock for a while longer, maybe teach her how to suck it, but his balls ached for relief, and he wanted her pussy. He was sure that Robert was no match in size to him, so Natia would soon learn what a real man felt like.

"It's time to fuck, Natia."

At least she hoped that she wouldn't have Robert watching them, alone in her bedroom.

She feared getting fucked with something that big, but she, also, felt an excitement, imagining what it would feel like to have something that big inside her. She started to get up, but he put his hands on her shoulders.

"Where are you going?"

"Into the bedroom," she answered.

"What's the matter, you don't like here?"

"Where, the floor?" The floor was hard and dirty. It wasn't that she didn't keep a clean house, but she never expected to crawl around the floor.

"All you have to do is lie down and spread your legs; I'll teach you the rest." He stared at her until he saw her move back down, this time sitting on the floor.

The floor was cold on her naked ass. She looked around, nothing to lean against or put her head on except for the cold, hard wooden floor. She wished she had carpet now, though rug burn would have been a negative for carpets. She put her hands behind her, leaning back, Bradford staring at her, but all she saw was his organ bouncing in front of him. It looked like a club. She lowered herself back onto the floor, the minute her back hit the cold floor, her nipples sprang to hardened tips as if they were thermometers. She banged her head when she laid back, her back already uncomfortable after less than a minute. "Please, my bed is nice and comfortable."

Bradford kneeled on the floor between her legs. "Princess isn't comfortable. I'm not here to make love to you; I'm just going to fuck you." He grabbed her legs, pushing them apart, one of them back, her pussy opening up as he split her crotch open. He moved forward until his cock would reach, fisting it and starting to rub it up and down her pussy lips, spreading them apart until he found her inner lips wet and receptive. He ran his cock up and down, each time pushing a little deeper between her lips until they folded around the head of his cock. "Get wet, bitch, so I can feed you some cock." He played with her pussy, his cock pushed hard between her lips, rubbing her all the way from her clit down to her hole, feeling the tightness, but not penetrating her yet. He wanted her on edge, not knowing when he would enter her, but she knew he would. It only took a few minutes, but he felt it before he saw it. She was moving her hips from side to side, rising up a little from the floor so she could feel his cock inside her. "Stare at Robert. I want him to see your face when I fuck you."

She looked at Robert, struggling to obey, Robert shaming her as he masturbated like some schoolboy looking at his first naked girl. He should be stopping Bradford from doing what he was going to do, protect her from men like him. Instead, he was selling her like some pimp.

She didn't know when he was going to penetrate her, but she knew he would. She hated that it felt good, the thick, rubbery head of his organ sending strange tremors of excitement between her legs. He pushed his organ into the tight muscles of her vagina but never penetrated her, pulling back out, Natia almost disappointed. Up and down his organ rode her, her body tensing each time he rubbed over her hole, relaxing as he moved back up to excite her clit. Robert had never touched her clit with his organ.

Bradford grabbed her bent leg, pushing it back as he fisted his cock at the entrance of her pussy. He thrust quickly, not wanting her to be prepared for him. She was wet, wetter than he thought she would be, able to feed five inches of rock-hard cock into her before her muscles were able to stop him.

"EEEH, EEH," she cried out when she felt it. It felt like a bat was shoved between her legs.

Her insides fought him, but it was a losing battle, the thick head pushing her insides open so wide. He pulled out quickly, then back in; his hand pushing back on her knee until her hips rose up slightly, giving him a better angle to slide inside her. "EEWWW, EEWWW,"

he thrust again, this time a little harder, his organ going a little deeper. She felt the thick ridge pulling on her insides when he yanked his organ out, then thrusting back in, this time his organ slamming against her cervix. "GGGODDD, tooo hard," she cried out, but he was already pulling out. She could feel every bump, vein and lump on his organ as it pulled out, rubbing her insides as he pulled out, then he shoved hard, Natia bracing for when he would slam into her cervix, sure he was bruising her insides. "AAAGGGGHH," this time harder, his organ pulling out and shoving back in without hesitation. He began to fuck her faster, his organ sliding in and out of her so fast she could almost feel the friction of his organ along her the walls of her pussy. She was sliding back and forth on the dirty floor, his organ driving her along it, her breasts bouncing from his powerful thrusts. She never felt so full, her insides curled around his organ almost possessively, taking his thrusts, his organ rubbing her in places that had never been touched before.

What a waste of a good pussy on Natia. Barely used, she was tighter than a teen virgin.

She had no talent, just laying there, taking his cock. He reached out, his hands grabbed her tits and dug his fingers into her flesh. She looked at him, Bradford pinching her tits hard, shoving with his cock until he smashed hard into her pussy. He continued to pound her pussy with his cock, his fingers searching out her nipples and pinching them until he felt her belly tighten up in pain. That only made him pound her harder, fighting her tight muscles as he powered his cock into her. He fucked her for a few more minutes then shoved in hard and stopped. His hands grabbed her hips, holding her pinned to his cock.

Her insides felt rubbed raw, but it wasn't the pain that she felt, only the pleasure. It felt like a baseball bat was between her legs, but it rubbed and teased so many places, places that she had never felt touched before. His hands were rough on her breasts, but she had already grown accustom to the rough way he played with them, her nipples feeling like they grew in expectations of his strong fingers on them. The delicious pain shot through her body and it was pure lust by the time it reached between her legs. He drew her forward, his fingers digging into her hips as he held her. He pulled his organ out slowly, her insides clinging to it as if she didn't want it to leave. Then he shoved, catching her off guard when his body slammed so hard into her that she slid about six inches along the floor. It felt like a jackhammer slammed inside her. He pulled out slowly, then the powerful thrust, her body slammed forward on the floor, the thick slap of his body slamming into her, her sharp cry when he bottomed out in her belly. Four more times he jackhammered his organ into her. Each time she cried out, each time he pulled out to fuck harder. She should have hated what he was doing; instead, she only grew more excited, his organ punishing her. Sexually punishing her.

He threw her leg over, twisting her over onto her side. He lifted one leg up, almost straight up from her body, kneeling in between, his cock shoving into her wet hole with a powerful thrust. He bottomed out in her belly, the head smashed into her cervix, but the pain was nothing to the pleasure he felt when he heard her cry. He began to fuck her, yanking her leg up so high, her crotch opened painfully. He looked down, his angry cock fucking her hard, but his eyes were drawn to the tiny pink anus that was revealed by the obscene position. His fingers crept toward it, digging into her flesh, forcing her anus to open.

"You're going to split me up the middle." Natia couldn't believe the pain. Her thighs muscles felt like they were tearing, her leg forced up almost at a right angle to her bottom, feeling like her crotch was on fire. Then his organ pierced her again, feeling the delightful pleasure as she felt every bump, knob and vein rubbing her insides with such pleasure. In spite of her cry of surprise when he banged deep inside her, she still felt more pleasure than pain. No one had ever taken her like this before. Was that why sex with Robert was so unsatisfying? He was so gentle. And small. She barely felt him inside her, not like Bradford. When he was inside her, she was stretched to the breaking point, Natia trying to accommodate him. With her body on her side, his fingers began to move over her ass, remembering how he had touched her anus before. His fingers felt like little animals, running over her flesh and moving towards the same spot. She felt his strong fingers digging into her cheek, pulling it open, tugging on her anus. He continued to pound into her, her insides churning around his organ.

Bradford had his fingers close to her anus. He would teach Robert a new way to control a woman. He shoved his cock deep into her belly, turning her onto her back again, this time two hands under her ass and drawing her pussy around his cock. He lay down on top of her, his hips forcing her legs to the sides.

She was on her back again, the hard floor hurting, her head banging against it. Her legs were spread wide by his broad hips, but all she could feel was his organ inside her. She worried about his hands underneath her, drawing her up to meet his thrusts. He began to fuck her, harder this time, his hands holding her submissively, unable to move away from the punishing thrusts of his organ. His organ was rubbing her in places that she never felt before. When his hands drew her ass up off the floor, she felt the pleasure of his organ rubbing against her clit. She never felt anything like it before, feeling the bump, ridges and knots on his organ rubbing erratically over her swollen clit and sending pleasure racing between her legs. She even tried to ignore the fingers that were creeping closer and closer to her anus, feeling his strong fingers yanking apart her cheeks, her anus stretching as they inched closer. All Natia could think about was the pleasure his thick organ was providing her. She knew it wouldn't be long. She would be shamed, but her body couldn't resist the pleasure building up inside her. He was going to make her cum. A man that she hated for what he was doing to her, but at the same time wanted the pleasure that he brought. She didn't know how she would face herself tomorrow, but his organ was all-consuming now.

"Fuck back," Bradford encouraged her, but she was still lying there, taking his thrusts but doing little else. She felt good inside, but Bradford wanted more. He cupped her ass cheeks in his large hands, but one finger slid between her spread cheeks, searching out the heat of her anus. His finger felt her raised anal bud, teasing at the tiny hole, feeling her muscles fighting his finger as he rubbed around the tiny hole. He kept teasing her, pushing in, feeling her insides give to the pressure of his finger, but then pulling out before he penetrated her more than a millimeter. His finger never left her anus, teasing at her muscles without probing deeper, keeping her on edge. He felt her pussy react, tightening up, her insides knowing it would only be a matter of time before she felt the painful penetration of his finger. He began to fuck her harder and faster, enjoying the extra friction that her fear was giving him.

She hated that she felt so much back there. It shamed her that he touched her in such a filthy place but couldn't fathom that there was so much pleasure to be felt. Her anus was ringed with tiny pleasure buttons, Natia never realizing that it could be so erogenous. As much as she hated the finger that touched her there, it only sent dark shivers of forbidden excitement in her body. What would it feel like to have a thick organ going where his finger was teasing? Would I be big enough to take him inside my backside? Would there be much pain? His finger moved closer, the hot touch of his flesh sitting on her anus. She couldn't stop the spasms of her anal muscles, fearing the finger that touched her. She felt the pressure, his finger running around the tight knot of her anus, teasing in, then retreating, only to return again. Her body was tense, her insides clenched tight, even on the organ that continued to drive in and out of her.

Bradford pulled his finger from her anus, putting it in her face. "Get it wet. It will be easier for you."

She couldn't, the pungent odor from her backside on his finger. She would never put such a filthy thing in her mouth, especially when she knew he wanted to use her saliva to lubricate it. The finger moved closer, touching her lips, running around them. No, I couldn't, I shouldn't. The finger pushed into her lips, Natia not fighting him, the finger moving inside her mouth. Her tongue touched it, backing off from the bitter taste but returning to run over it. How could he do this? Natia began to suck his finger deeper into her mouth, her tongue running over it as she coated it with a slick coat of saliva. He began to move it in and out of her mouth, almost as if it were his organ and he was forcing her to suck it. He finally pulled it from her mouth, his finger glistening with a shiny coat of saliva.

Damn, she was wetting his finger, knowing full well that it would soon return to penetrate her in the ass. Why didn't I ever do these things to her? Robert watched as Bradford's hand disappeared under her; the next sound was her distressful cry.

She bucked up, the slick finger returning to her anus, Natia finding her backside penetrated by a thick finger. She should have expected it, knowing full well what he was going to do, yet it still surprised her when his finger went up her backside and into her rectum up to the first joint of his finger. She could feel the bony knuckle stretching her anal ring wider. The finger moved in her backside, moving from side to side, Natia moving to try to avoid it.

She was moving now, fucking back on his cock, her insides clenching and unclenching on his cock. It wasn't his cock but the finger in her ass that was making her do it, her pussy so much tighter, her hips moving from side to side to escape the finger that skewered her anus. "Just one finger and you can control a woman. It just has to be in the right place.

Her pussy is nice and tight now, gripping my cock as if she didn't want me to stop fucking her so hard. She's meeting each of my thrusts, no matter how hard they are. Just my one finger up to the first knuckle has her riding me like a twenty-dollar whore."

It felt like a small animal trying to burrow into her guts. His finger never stopped moving, sliding from side to side as it pushed into the elastic walls of her guts. The first knuckle stretched her anal ring, feeling it finally slip in, her muscles fighting it every millimeter. It felt strange having something shoved up a hole that was used to pushing things out. She could feel the thickening knuckle stretching her intestines, the bones feeling so hard as her muscles tried to push his finger out. It continued to drive inside her until she felt his hand push against her anus, her backside filled with the fullness of his thick finger.

"Now show me how you can fuck, Natia. Grip my cock to make me cum inside you." He twisted his fingertip against the soft walls of her colon, making her jerk in pain, her body tightening up on his cock as he fucked her. Her hips still continued to move, side to side, her pussy muscles gripping on his cock as he pulled out, relaxing so he could fuck her with his hard thrust back in. Her hips began to move faster, Bradford meeting her frenzied motions. He pushed his cock up high inside her, making sure his cock rubbed along her clit. His finger guided her movements until Robert could feel her enthusiasm. Not even the finger in her anus would stop the eventual orgasm that was racing from her body. Bradford made sure that she remembered her submission, her scream of pleasure as she came followed by a shocked cry as a second finger joined his first in her rectum, tearing her anal ring open until she accepted the twin probes in her anus. "Cum for me, Natia. Cum when I have two fingers up your ass hole."

She couldn't hold back. His organ tore into her, his fingers driving her up to meet his powerful thrusts, no matter how much they bruised her insides. Natia could see herself in the mirror, her face contorted in pleasure, his ass rising up and down as he fucked her hard and fast. It was humiliating to see herself this way, but at the same time, it was erotic and sensual, feeling his organ driving in deeper and deeper, pumping her faster and faster, her body absorbing his powerful thrusts. It was the finger that drove her over the edge. His organ was rubbing back and forth over her clit, sending delicious tremors of lust through her body, but it was the finger that controlled her, making her dance on his organ.

It was so shameful, a finger up her backside stimulating her, making her so hot, offering no resistance as he played her body like a fine instrument that only he knew how to master. He made her scream and moan, like a bitch in heat, her husband watching her shameful exhibition.

Then it hit her, her head exploding, two fingers shoved up her backside sending her body into an explosive orgasm that took her breath away, her body in the throes of pleasure.

She felt him inside her, his body stiffening, and then he cried out as his organ filled her with his hot creme. It felt like a fire hose was inside her, blasting her pussy with his abundant creme, jet after jet filling her. He began to pump in her again, each time a new jet of sperm filling her. Natia only felt the pleasure, in spite of how rough he had treated her, her obedience to him no longer in question.

Bradford shoved in hard, holding deep inside her as he skewered her anus with his two fingers. He felt the sperm race up from his balls, stiffening as he jetted the first load of sperm into her receptive body. She was cumming with him, her muscles rippling up and down his cock, milking a second load of sperm before he began to pump her again, jet after jet filling her as he watched her shame as she came beneath him. "Slutty, little whore, cumming with fingers up your ass hole," laughing at her a she came. "Now Robert knows the real you. I'm going to use you for what you are. A slut." He finally finished coming in her, her heart still racing beneath him, her eyes closed in shame as she came off her orgasm. Bradford slowly pulled his cock from her pussy, feeling her muscles still clinging to him. His cock popped free, his milky, white sperm slowly running down between her legs. He sat back, moving to her head.

She felt him slide out of her, her belly filled with his sperm and slowly leaking out. She kept her eyes closed, feeling the shame. He was right. She was nothing but a slut, cumming under him without any self-respect for herself. She knew that this was only the beginning. Bradford owned her, and he would degrade her further. She was afraid of what he would do to her or let others do to her. She refused to open her eyes when she felt him next to her head. She knew almost before it happened, the slick, rubbery flesh of his organ slapped onto her cheek like a heavy truncheon. Her lips went tight in defiance. She felt him rubbing his organ across her cheek, a sticky, wet trail of his sperm coating her face. His hand held her head still, the organ rubbing over her lips, refusing to open her lips, afraid of what he might do with his organ. No matter how hard she tried, she could already taste the salty sperm in her mouth.

"Make her clean it, Bradford." Robert got up from the chair, trying to hold back cumming even as his hand continued to stroke his cock.

"Open your mouth, Natia." Bradford pressed his semi-hard cock against her lips, feeling her hot breath.

She struggled with her own inner demons, refusing to service his organ orally, yet she felt the dominating power he had over her and her need to serve his every perversion. She opened her eyes, Robert standing over her, pumping his organ as he watched her. She could see Bradford's organ on her lips, feeling the wetness of it. It was already beginning to grow erect again. Would he fuck me again? She could still feel the fingers in her ass.

Would he fuck me in my ass? Is that why he fingered me there, stretching me for something much bigger? She didn't mentally decide; instead, her mouth just seemed to open, and Bradford took the opportunity to shove the head of his organ between her lips.

Her lips curled around the slick organ, the salty sperm filling her mouth instantly with its overpowering taste. She didn't have to be told, her tongue bathing the slick organ, feeling it grow, her lips stretching wider around his massive head. She couldn't believe she was doing it, but she was licking their drying sperm from his organ. She would never have believed she would willingly do such a thing, but his taste was undeniable in her mouth.

Robert came when he saw Natia draw the head of Bradford's cock into her mouth, sucking on the thick helmet. He could see the movements beneath her cheeks, knowing her tongue was working on cleaning the dried sperm from his cock. He came, pumping load after load of hot sperm onto her naked breasts as he watched her eagerly gobble up the head of Bradford's cock like some sex-starved whore.

She deserved it, seeing Robert's sperm spurting out from his cock, arcing out in a powerful jet, glistening in the light until she heard the first splat on her breasts. It felt like it was burning her, the sperm so hot. A second and third jet of sperm covered her breasts, feeling it slowly running down her. She gobbled up Bradford's organ, submitting to the power he had over her. She felt an excitement in her submission, Bradford knowing her inside more than she did, controlling her as she gave into his perverted demands.

The men left her naked on the floor, dressing and having another glass of wine, ignoring her as she curled up into a ball on the floor. She heard the door slamming shut, Bradford not saying a word to her as he left. He got what he wanted from her, tossing her aside liked used meat.

"I'm going to bed," Robert leaving her alone. She finally got up, taking a hot shower before finally going to bed. She couldn't even get close to Robert, her mind racing all night, disgraced at what she had done.

"You're going to be late for work," Robert already dressed, Natia still curled up in bed, her head buried in the pillow so he couldn't see her.

"I called in sick," her voice muffled by the pillow. She couldn't face Robert this morning and would die if she saw Bradford. She had to think about what she had done before she could face either of them.

"Okay, I'll see you tonight." Robert left her without even a kiss.

Natia slept almost to noon, finally getting up and taking a shower. She put on a pair of shorts with a tank top, not intending to go out. She ate half of a sandwich even though she wasn't hungry. She turned on the TV but wasn't really watching it. She couldn't put the images that danced in her head out of her mind. She could see herself in the mirror being fucked by Bradford as her husband sat in a chair and masturbated. How could Robert be so weak? I wanted him to protect me; instead, he gives me to another man, silent as Bradford committed the most perverted acts upon me.

"BBBBUUUZZZ," the doorbell rang. She stayed on the couch. Probably a deliveryman or someone trying to sell something. "BBBBBUUZZ," again, this time sounding louder.

"BBBBUUZZZZ," the person too persistent, Natia getting angry as he refused to go away.

"BBBUUUZZZZZZZZZZZ." It sounded like they were holding the button down.

"BBBBUUUZZZ, BBBBBUUUUZZZZ, BBBBUUUUUZZZZ." Why wouldn't they go away?

Natia finally got up and stormed to the door, opening it up, ready to yell.

"It's about time you answered." It was Bradford standing in the doorway.

"No," the only word that came out of her mouth.

"Aren't you going to let me in? The neighbors will start wondering why a man that's not your husband is visiting you." He didn't wait for an invitation, going in and closing the door behind him. He locked it.

"Please, leave me alone," she begged him. "I can't do what you want," even though she didn't know what he wanted.

"After enjoying you so much last night and finding that you didn't come to work, I thought I would come over to see you. You want it as much as I do."

"No, you make me do perverted things. I can't; I married," she continued to beg but knew she was losing the battle.

"Your husband knows I am here. He would have loved to join us, but he had to work."

Bradford walked up to her, his hands on her hips, looking at the lovely set of naked tits confined in the tank top. His hands slid up and cupped them, squeezing them as he stared into her eyes. "You are going to perform for me again, Natia." He felt her firm breasts squeezed beneath his fingers. He released them, stepping back and going to the chair and sitting down.

"Remove your tank top. Present your tits like I taught you."

His hand was in his lap, arranging the thick cock that already pushed out his pants. It became a blur to Natia, a darkness that pervaded her body. She begged him not to do anything; it was no use. Bits and pieces would come back to her in the following days, even though she would have rather had them stay hidden in the deep recesses of her brain. She pulled the tank top over her head, her naked breasts spilling free as Bradford watched her. She laced her hands behind her head, bowing out her elbows to the sides, arching her back provocatively until her pointed breasts thrust out. She could feel her nipples swell to erection, with just the thought of his strong fingers crushing them. He made her come close to him, bending over, her hands still behind her neck as she pushed her breasts into his face. He licked the hardening nipples, then his teeth went to work on them, grinding back and forth over them as the pain laced through her breasts. She struggled to stay in position as he took out the gleaming metal nipple clamps. She had never seen one in real life, looking more formidable in person. She bit her lip and tasted blood when the first one bit into her nipple, the sharp ridges on the inside of the clamp trapping it in its painful grip. The second one was just as bad, but nothing could compare to when Bradford began to tug on the chain that connected the two clamps, making her nipples and breasts bounce erotically and painfully on her chest. His fingers would rub across the tips of her nipples, exciting them to further hardness, making the clamps even tighter and more painful.

Natia sat in the chair across from him, her nipples still painfully clamped, the slightest movement igniting fresh pain in her sensitive nipple flesh. It felt like they would explode.

He made her take off her shorts, then her panties, pulling them down, her legs coyly together.

"Spread your legs and put each one over the arm of the chair."

She was shamefully exposed, her pussy lips pulling back, the pink flesh still red from last night's pounding fuck.

"Spread your pussy lips open, then slide down so I can see your ass hole."

She turned red in shame as she used her fingers to spread her pussy lips apart for him, sure he could see inside her. She slid down, feeling the cool air blowing between her cheeks, reaching down to pull her cheeks open farther at his command.

"Red and swollen, that's the way your ass hole should be. Stick a finger inside."

She licked her finger, returning to her anus, the wet finger signaling the feelings that she felt last night when his fingers penetrated her. It didn't hurt this time, just a strange, uncomfortable feeling. He made her fuck her anus, as if it were an organ that was being pushed in and out. She felt the friction from her finger.

For the next half hour, he put her into every imaginable position, the more revealing and humiliating, the better. She was bent over in two, the blood rushing to her head as she spread her legs wide so he could see all that she had to offer. She was ashamed in the doggy style, on all fours, her head submissively resting on the cold, dirty floor where he had fucked her last night. Her knees tucked under her, in the classic "presented" position.

"Raise your ass up and spread your legs wider. This leaves both of your holes available for you to be fucked from behind."

The enforced position left all that she had open and available. Natia couldn't stop the juices that flowed freely from her pussy as Bradford continued to put her into revealing positions. She was on her back, her legs together but drawn up almost behind her head, her hands tucked beneath her knees. She spread her legs at his command, one hand holding each leg open as she felt her pussy and anus open like a blooming flower for Bradford to see.

He finally stripped naked, Natia watching as his organ was revealed, remembering the pleasure it had given her as it reamed her out so hard. He finally took her bent over the dining room table. He entered her without any preliminaries, but she was already soaked in desire by the time she felt the thick head open her up so wide. She found one of her legs pushed up onto the tabletop, her crotch opened up so wide, tearing her up the middle, his organ pounding into her from behind. The worst part was when he was drawn to her anus, fingers teasing at the abused, swollen hole, her belly tightening on his organ in anticipation until she felt the fingers entering her. They stretched and pushed hard against the soft walls of her intestines; one finger became two, two becoming three until her anal ring was stretched like a rubber band. His other hand abused her breasts, twisting her nipple as the pain shot through her body. She didn't know how he did it, but he pounded into her for fifteen minutes. He would slow down when he was ready to cum, a hard fuck in, then a slow, gentle withdrawal. He pushed her onto the table, the same place they ate last night, her naked ass in the middle of it, her legs thrown over her head until they rested on the table behind her. Her back muscles went into spasms, but he cared little except for his pleasure. His organ reamed her out, the friction burning up her insides.

Her body was exhausted from the constant pounding of his organ, but he made her cum again, his organ rubbing on her clit until she surrendered to his mastery of her body. She came all over him, finally making him cum with the tightening of her belly on his organ. He pulled out this time before he came, pulling her body over to the side of the table until her head hung over the edge. He pumped his organ over her face, Natia closing her eyes, knowing he was going to cum on her face. She felt a finger in the corner of her mouth, knowing she had no choice, her mouth opening wide, the fingers going in her mouth and grabbing her tongue. The fingers bit into her tongue, feeling like it was being pulled painfully out of her mouth.

"Keep your mouth open and tongue out," he ordered her, Bradford pumping his cock until he felt the first jet of sperm spurt out with such accuracy. It landed smack in the middle of her tongue, a second and third jet covering her lips with his milky sperm. She didn't try to close her mouth until he put his organ in her lips, Natia sucking his knob clean, seeing her throat moving as she swallowed his sperm.

It was worse than yesterday, this time Natia forced to open her mouth and stick out her tongue. She felt him coating her tongue with a thick coat of hot sperm. Her lips were next, painted with the hot sperm dripping into her mouth as the knob of his organ slipped easily through her wet lips. She knew what she had to do, licking his organ, gulping loudly as she tried to swallow the thick, salty creme that filled her cheeks. She felt it slowly sinking into her stomach. He finally pulled his organ from her mouth, Natia's hand going up to wipe her face.

"Use your tongue to clean your lips." He watched as her tongue curled out and licked her lips clean, swallowing more of his sperm. He tapped her pussy with the flat of his hand, the soggy splat ringing out in the room. She jumped, but she kept her legs spread for him, two more spanks on her lips before he stopped. He dressed, leaving her naked as he walked out the door.

Natia took a hot bath, laying back in the bathtub and closing her eyes, her body sore from the hard fucks she had endured since yesterday. She washed her body, soaping between her legs, remembering the sexual humiliation Bradford and her husband had put her through in only two short days. She played with her nipples, twisting them hard. She saw different men in front of her, dirty, common men—truck drivers, construction workers—all of them using her as a whore. She could feel their hard hands on her breasts, not caressing them, but punishing them to make her scream as they squeezed them. She felt herself being forced to her knees between them, their organs wagging in her face, hearing their rough voices. They pushed her forcefully on the ground, on her back, her legs spread wantonly, taking their big organs inside her. She saw Bradford and her husband standing next to them, encouraging them to take her harder, punish her with their organs. Natia came. Was Bradford right? Is my destiny to be his whore, given to any man that Bradford wanted? Forced to undress and do what they wanted to my body? She finally got out of the bathtub, her body drained from the orgasms.

She didn't say anything when Robert told her. She couldn't, she no longer had any free will regarding Bradford. Even with Robert, she was losing control.

"We're going to the Hampton's this weekend, leaving early Saturday morning. Bradford invited us."

The week passed faster than she wanted it to. There was a certain level of excitement along with the fear. She had taken Bradford's organ in her mouth but never really sucked it. Would I be forced to do that this weekend? Was anyone else going to be there?

Robert was trying to be more like Bradford, but he was too much of a wimp for Natia to be dominated by him, though he kept trying. Last night she woke up on her belly. She could feel the bed moving, knowing that Robert was masturbating. She pretended to be asleep, not wanting a confrontation, but it was hard to ignore him. He must have used some lubricant, but she still felt two fingers up her backside, sliding in and out, stretching her open when they were in deep, testing the elasticity of her anal tract. They twisted and turned in her backside, stretching her anal ring as they pulled out, driving her hips into the bed as he plunged back in. She felt some relief when he came on her ass cheeks, but at least he wiped her backside off before he went back to bed. She felt a wet kiss on her anus, a tongue rimming her anus for a minute before he went to sleep.

It was a long drive, the traffic bad, but they still made it by noon, stopping for a sandwich just before getting there. Bradford opened the door, shaking Robert's hand but pushing him aside when he saw Natia. His hand slid over her ass as she stood there, his hand fondling her buttocks as if he owned her or possessed her.

Natia was wearing a sundress, no need for a bra, and Bradford could only imagine what was under her dress, his eyes following her bare legs as far as he could. The dress was fairly short, leaving little to the imagination. Robert must have had something to do with her outfit. "You look good enough to eat, Natia." He stared at her, his hand on her chin, forcing her to look into her eyes.

"Thannnk yooou," was all that would come out her mouth. She could already feel her pussy growing wet as soon as he fondled her cheeks, sure that he could feel that she was only wearing a thong. Robert had dressed her today; like a pimp, making sure she was desirable.

"Have you had lunch?"

"We grabbed a sandwich on the way in. But I am thirsty." Robert was eager to get on with Natia, his cock already hard at the expectations of what Bradford would do to her. Like before, he was growing increasingly excited at the thought of his wife humiliated by other men in front of him. He was sure that Bradford had something special in mind for the weekend.

Bradford took him onto the deck, the pool nearby, the weather in the low eighties. They sat under the umbrella, a waiter bringing over three Long Island Ice Teas. "I thought they would be appropriate for the day." Bradford pulled out a chair next to him for Natia, making sure that she was facing him, his eyes staring down at her naked legs.

She saw the way he looked at her, the intense eyes violating her, making her completely helpless. She watched as his hand went to her naked leg, pushing between her knees.

She tried to protest, but he punished her verbally.

"You know you want it, Natia. I bet your pussy is wet at the thought of what men are going to do to you this weekend." His hand slid higher up under her skirt, spreading her legs as his fingers squeezed her soft, sensuous thighs. He pushed her dress up until her black thong was clearly visible.

She couldn't stop her own desires, her juices wetting her black thong, his hands arousing her without touching her, just with the expectation of what he would do to her. He said what men are going to do to me this weekend. Who else was here? How many of them would I have to satisfy? Would Bradford be one of them? I am still able to taste him in my mouth. Natia took a sip of her drink, her mouth dry as the fingers continued to squeeze her inner thighs, looking down to see her legs spread so wide, her skirt pulled up so high.

"You are my property, Natia. I bought you the first night when you submitted. You have a heat between your legs that only I can put out. The first moment my eyes saw you and looked into your eyes, I knew what you would be like. You are nothing but a slut made to fuck and suck, a sex slave serving any man or woman I choose. Are you ready to begin, Natia?" His hand slid deeper under her skirt until he grabbed her crotch in his hand, Natia gasping as she jumped.

She began to push her pussy into his hand, wanting him to be rougher, to punish her for the slut she was. The words came out of her mouth without thinking, unable to deny Bradford anything he wanted. "Yes." She moaned softly when he squeezed her pussy, his powerful fingers digging deep into her puffy mound. She stood up, following him, Robert following them like the dutiful dog he was. They entered one of the bungalows. Jim Powers, the company's Vice President of Marketing, Robert's boss, stood up from the chair he was sitting in, his eyes staring into Natia's, just as Bradford did. She saw only lust in them, knowing that she would have to service him sexually in any manner he wanted and that is what scared her. There were three men in the room with him. Would the others be bystanders, seeking their pleasure in my shame and humiliation, or would I have three more men to contend with?

"Obey Jim, just as you would me," Bradford's word giving Natia no choice in the matter.

Jim hoped she would disobey, enjoying punishing naughty girls. Bradford and Robert sat down to watch. Robert was such a wimp, his wife treated like a whore, and he got pleasure from it. Jim didn't care; all he wanted was Robert's wife's ass—her hot, tight ass.

"Come over here," his hand on her waist, feeling her soft skin beneath his touch. "Robert is lucky to have such a beautiful wife with such a lovely body. And dutiful, too," noticing that she didn't do a thing to try to stop any of this. Jim's hand rose up, holding up her chin until she was staring at the other men. "Such luscious lips made for sucking cock with those big green eyes to stare into." He ran his finger over her lips, feeling them quiver from his touch. She looked good in a sundress, lots of bare shoulders and breasts showing. Jim's hands lightly brushed across her breast, noticing a nipple hardening beneath the thin dress without much provocation of his finger. He squeezed her breast. "I love a full-figured woman. Nice, young, firm tits." His fingers found her nipple and squeezed it until he heard her muffled moan.

His hands were everywhere, on her lips, on her breasts, and now they pinched her nipple, feeling like it was being crushed between his strong fingers. The pain laced through her breast, but by the time it reached her head, she only felt the excitement of being used harshly. Why do I become so excited when men use me so roughly and take their

pleasure from me?

Jim continued to examine her, his hands sliding down her waist and over her hips. "Full hips, but look at those long, slender legs. They look like they go on forever." His hand slid down lower, but his mind was elsewhere. He spun her around until she was facing the wall, a large mirror shooting back her reflection. "It's this ass that I want." His hand slid down over her buttocks, smoothing the dress over her pert cheeks. "Bend over a bit,"

pushing down on her back, her ass thrusting out, his hand still on her cheeks, caressing the smooth flesh as she was forced to thrust her ass out submissively.

This is what she was afraid of. Bradford had taken liberties with her ass, including fingering her, as well as Robert. Men were forever fascinated with her ass, but she had managed to keep them away. She knew that would soon end, Jim determined to have her that way. She had never even thought of it being remotely erogenous until she felt Steven's tongue on her backside. His tongue found places that sent shivers of pleasure racing through her body. Bradford sensed it, his finger touching her deep inside her backside, exciting her from his touch as much as the thought of a man using her in such a manner. Fingers were big enough inside me; will I be able to take a man's organ without splitting me up the middle? Now she was bent over, the men ogling her ass. She heard the hiss of the zipper down her back, feeling the dress parting, his hand touching her naked back. She felt the goose bumps on her skin in spite of the warm air from his hand.

She felt the dress pulled from her arms, feeling it drop away, her naked breasts hanging down like a cow's udders. Jim didn't pass up the chance, his hands making them dance back and forth, Natia feeling her nipples harden in unexpected pleasure when his fingers only came close to touching them. She began to feel the shame as the dress was pushed down over her hips, falling to the floor at her feet. She was only wearing a thong, Robert insisting on it. She was still bent over submissively, putting her legs together to hide her humiliation to be put into such a position.

"What an ass," Jim looking down at the twin buttocks, the muscles clenched tight, her thighs together, but he was excited at the sharp divide and the hidden thong between them the only thing that hid her anus from his eyes. He would leave her shoes on, much more embarrassing to be naked except for a pair of shoes. "Stand up," turning her around until she was facing the others, her naked breasts standing up with sharp, hard nipples.

Natia felt Jim's hand slide over her belly and slip into the waistband of her thong. She felt the pleasure as his fingers raced across her pubic hairs, sending vibrations through the follicles, her pussy getting wet before his fingers even found her slit. "AAAHHH," she gasped in pleasure, his strong fingers gripping her mound, pinching her lips as her thong tore from her body. She stood shivering in front of them, not from the cold, but the fear of the unexpected, her body naked and vulnerable.

Jim found her wet as soon as he touched her. "Bradford was right. He said before I even touched you, you would be soaked." Jim held up his fingers, rubbing them over her lips until they shone with her juices. Her tongue came out and cleaned her lips, tasting her juices.

Jim went over to the table, the sheet covering it. It wasn't a big table, barely two feet wide at the widest part, a foot wide at the back. It was four feet long, the front sloping down toward the floor.

It got worse when she saw the table. She didn't know how, but she knew she would be placed into an enforced position that would leave her ass open to be penetrated with no chance to escape the painful sodomy she knew was coming.

"Straddle the short side of the bench, a leg on each side. That will keep you spread." He helped her, the table between her thighs holding them open, unable to close them. A foot wide wasn't very wide, a bit uncomfortable but not painful. "Now bend over, deeper this time." He pushed down on her back, forcing her down onto the wooden table. "Turn to the right side so we can see your face in the mirror." Jim pushed the hair out of her face, her head hanging down. He pulled her breasts out from beneath her so they could be exposed and abused when he took her in the ass.

Her nipples felt like they were frozen by the cold wood, grateful when his hands pulled them out to the side, not realizing his intentions. Her thighs straddled the bench, but she kept her buttocks clenched tight as if she still had some control over the situation. The blood rushed to her head, but she was more worried about the way it positioned her buttocks up into the air.

"A little more, Natia." Jim pulled out the leather bolster, a round tube that he placed under her hipbones, his hands pulling her up as he stuffed it under her. Her hips didn't have far to go down, keeping them well off of the table. "Now isn't that quite a sight to see." He stepped back behind her so he could see all that she was exposing. "I love to see naughty girls in such a vulnerable position."

All Natia felt was embarrassment. She could barely keep her buttocks clenched tight; the spread of her legs with the table to keep her open, the bolster thrusting her backside up so high, exposed.

"Grab the bar in front of you."

Natia saw the wooden bar in front of her, seeing the stains where sweaty hands gripped it too tightly for too long. Jim left her sight for a moment, coming back holding a white, metal basin, hot steam rising up from it. What was he going to do with that? There was only one answer. He was going to shave her. Shave her mound, but he had her in the wrong position for that.

Jim picked up the glass piston enema tube. It was large, able to hold over a quart of fluid, but Natia would be receiving multiple tubes. The tip was tapered, over five inches, gradually getting bigger the closer it got to the tube. Natia's anal ring would be stretched by the time the tip was deep in her gut. That would be the least of her problems. "Have you ever had an enema, Natia?"

She panicked. She could only imagine them watching her as she expelled the enema, degraded to performing the private act for their amusement. "You can't do that to me," she cried out, feeling Jim's hand on her back, holding her pinned to the table.

"Behave, Natia." It was Bradford's commanding voice ringing out his displeasure.

Jim felt her surrender, her body going slack beneath his hand. He tapped her naked ass cheeks. "That's a good girl. Just relax, it won't be that bad."

If it wouldn't be so bad, why doesn't he stick it up his ass, but she bit her tongue. You don't want to offend the person that is going to shove an enema tube up your ass. It only got worse, Natia seeing him adding soap to the bowl of hot water, stirring it up. It would make her stomach cramp more. She had an enema once before and hated it. She couldn't keep her eyes off of the large, glass enema tube. She had never seen anything like it before, her only enema was a small plastic bottle of water that was bought in the drugstore. This thing looked like it would hold a gallon of water. Never mind the size of the nozzle. It started off slim, but grew in size, getting bigger and bigger, Natia almost able to feel it stretching her anal ring open.

Natia heard the wet suctioning of the soapy water, Jim pulling the plunger back, Natia's eyes following as the cloudy, soapy water was slowly dragged into the glass tube until it was almost filled. The glass instantly clouded from the hot water. Will it burn my insides when he pushed it in me?

Jim took the small tube of lubricant, slowly rubbing it all over the enema nozzle as her eyes followed his every movement. He rubbed the nozzle as if it were his cock that was about to enter her, for soon his cock would follow, but first he wanted her clean and slick.

"Relax your ass, Natia, and it will go much easier. The nozzle is big and I wouldn't want to hurt you." With his free hand, he traced his fingers along her crack, pushing hard between her clenched cheeks until he felt her muscles surrender. He put two fingers on the outside of her anus, pulling her cheeks apart as he stared at the brown, wrinkled hole that seemed to wink at him, the spasms in her anal ring as his fingers began to stretch her hole.

Robert couldn't believe what his boss was doing to Natia. He was going to give her an enema, and she was accepting it, though he could see the fear registered in her face as his fingers toyed with her anus. He had played with her anus last week while she was asleep, fingering her, feeling her muscles fighting his penetration. He imagined what it would be like to have his cock up her rectum. He would teach her who was boss. Bradford said that you had a woman completely under your control once you had your cock up her ass. When she felt your length and girth inside her anus, her resistance would stop, her body knowing the damage you could do if she fought you.

The glass nozzle was hot from the water, dripping water on her anus as Jim ran it around the tight knot of her anus. The nozzle moved to the center of her anus, feeling the hard glass nozzle finding the vulnerable hole, pushing, the wet, slick nozzle slipping easily inside her. She barely felt it at first, the nozzle still small and lubricated liberally, slipping through her anal ring. She felt it going deeper, the nozzle growing in size as it penetrated deeper into her intestines. "Not so deep," tears running down her cheeks as her anal ring began to stretch wider and wider, the thickness of the hard nozzle forcing her anal muscles into submission.

Jim's eyes were staring intently at her anal ring as it slowly swallowed up the increasing girth of the nozzle, stretching wider and wider as he pushed in deeper. He stopped when only half was inside her, okay for the first tube of water. "Here it comes," teasing her with his words first before he began to compress the plunger, slowly at first.

It was not as she expected. She felt it a few seconds after his words. Initially, it was warm, not hot as she expected. It almost felt good. She hadn't expected the warm glow her body started to get. She felt the flow increasing, looking in the mirror to see Jim pushing harder on the plunger, half of the water inside her already. She felt the warmth spreading into her rectum, the water flowing deeper into her intestines. She watched as Jim pushed the plunger, feeling the rush of warm water filling her up until his fingers stopped, the plunger pushed all the way in. She had done it, taken it all inside her. It was a little uncomfortable, the warm water making her sweat from the summer heat.

"Tighten your ass hole while I pull it out. I don't want you spilling a drop." Jim watched as her tiny hole began to spasm, her muscles gripping the nozzle as he slowly drew it out. As soon as it pulled free, her anus snapped shut like a camera lens.

She tightened up, afraid of the water leaking out, disgracing herself in front of them if it spilled out onto the floor behind her. She looked in the mirror again, seeing Jim drawing the plunger back out, the nozzle in the bowl, the sucking sound of the water being drawn into the empty glass tube. "No more," she cried out. "This is enough."

It took some fighting to get the nozzle to breach her tightly clenched ass hole, Natia afraid of dripping out the first enema but fearing she could damage her anus if she fought the nozzle too hard. She finally felt the nozzle slip inside her, this time Jim pushing faster, her gut swallowing up three inches of it as she whimpered, her anal ring forced to stretch to take the increasing girth, her muscles fighting every inch as she struggle to keep the water from leaking out.

Her anus took the nozzle, pushing harder to get four inches of nozzle inside her. Her anal ring was stretched tightly around the thick nozzle. He began to push the plunger, this time harder. He pushed the plunger until it emptied the entire quart of water in her guts in one shove. Two quarts of water were filling her guts.

"AAAAAAHHH," she cried out. It felt like a fire hose was shoved up her butt, turned on, the hot water flooding her guts. The water moved deeper this time, feeling her belly growing bigger, Natia forced to tighten up even more. The more she tightened, the more it became uncomfortable. She snapped her anus shut tightly as the nozzle disappeared. "No, no, no more," she cried out, tears running down her cheeks as she saw Jim filling the tube once more. She couldn't take any more, but Jim already filled the tube, and she felt the nozzle penetrate her once again, this time gasping loudly as the nozzle stretched and tore into her bowels. The third quart of water pushed into her intestines, her belly distended by the large quantity of water shoved up her ass.

"Give her another," Robert cried out, her anus gripping the nozzle as if she wanted more of it shoved into her rectum. He delighted in her cries as Jim pumped another tube of hot, soapy water into her rectum. He could see her stomach begin to distend as the soapy water went to work inside her.

She was sweating profusely, the hot water making her stomach swell until it looked like she was pregnant, but Jim was still not finished with her. He filled the tube again, the fourth tube. That would be a gallon of water. She felt like she was pregnant, her stomach sticking out. She felt and heard the first grumblings deep inside her, the soapy water churning her guts, cramps attacking her as the water pushed deeper into her intestines.

Her anus was clenched tight, afraid of humiliating herself in front of them.

Jim was ready with the next enema tube, his fingers on the outside of her hole, pressing the nozzle slowly in through her anal ring, seeing her muscles clench on the nozzle as if she were welcoming it. He pushed deeper, not stopping until he had all five inches of nozzle shoved in her ass, her anal ring stretched tightly around the thickness. He wanted to make sure that the water went deep inside her, cleansing her out. He wanted her anus unobstructed when he sodomized her with his long cock.

She felt so full, her ring stretching wider and wider. It would have been more painful than it was, if it weren't for the painful contractions in her guts from the water that already filled her to bursting. She didn't have to wait long until she felt the familiar rush of water shooting into her intestines, another groan from her stomach. "GGGGODDD, toooo much," she pleaded, but Jim didn't stop until the tube was emptied inside her. She looked in the mirror, Jim putting the tube down. At last, he had finished. "Please," she begged. "I have to go." She was clenching her internal muscles, trying to keep the water from shooting out like a geyser, afraid of not being able to control it.

"You have to hold it for five minutes to make sure it works." Jim grinned evilly. The cramps would begin soon and increase as the soapy water churned her guts.

"I can't hold it that long, please, don't shame me like this." Her buttocks clenched erotically, Natia struggling to hold the gallon of water inside her. She was so humiliated, six men watching her naked body, her legs spread, her stomach swollen with water from the painful enemas. She had never been treated like this before, reduced to struggling to control her basic bodily functions.

"I can help you, Natia." Jim picked up the black butt plug. He lubricated it until it glistened in the light.

She had never seen anything like it before. It was black and shiny, about three inches long. The tip was small, but it quickly grew in size until the middle was large in girth. She would have to stretch, this time inside her. The end had a notch and then a flared end.

She knew once the thickness had opened her up, her sphincter would snap shut on the notch, trapping it inside her, unable to push it out or in without considerable stretching.

She felt it pressing against her anus, Natia fighting to keep the water inside her without soiling herself. Her buttocks clenched uncontrollably as it began to enter her, slowly opening her as the girth increased rapidly. "MMMGGG," she groaned, her anal ring stretching wide as the girth increased. Just when she thought she couldn't stretch any more without tearing, the butt plug was suddenly swallowed up into her rectum as her sphincter muscles snapped shut on the thin shaft, stopped by the flared end from going any farther inside her.

Robert couldn't believe that an enema could be so erotic. His naked wife had a gallon of water shoved up her ass, and her buttocks were clenching erotically, the black butt plug sucked into her anus as if a giant suction had pulled it in. It looked funny, the black flared end covering the tiny hole that was impaled so deeply. He could only imagine how it felt for her to be stretched open inside her.

Her elastic walls were stretched tightly around the girth of the plug, unable to push it out or in, spasms racing through her body as the cramps began to get worse. She wanted to curl up in the fetal position, but the table kept her spread and open. Jim's hands began to run over her body, under her, pushing on her stomach, churning the water, driving it deeper into her guts, her inner organs painfully pushed aside as her intestines swelled from the obscene bloat of the water. At least the butt plug kept the water from spilling out, but it, also, trapped the water inside her as the soapy water went to work on her bowels. She turned red as her stomach gurgled and growled for five long minutes. She wasn't sure if she wanted the butt plug to stay in or out, sure that her anal ring would tear if he pulled it out too fast. She would have to suffer the painful stretching of her ring before the butt plug was released from her ass.

"The bathroom is over there, Natia. Evacuate your bowels, clean up and come back quickly. I have so much more to do to you." Jim grabbed the end of the butt plug, looking down to stare at her anus as he began to pull it out. While going in, it was tapered gently, allowing her to grow accustom to it as it moved inside her. Coming out was different; her anus stretched suddenly and dramatically, then the tapered plug allowing her ring to contract around the black rubber plug.

"EEEEEHHH," she cried out. It felt like her anus was tearing, the thick, rubber butt plug forcing her anus into submission, stretching the ring until it allowed the thickest part of the butt plug to pull free. It burned for a moment before the thick girth began to shrink, almost grateful as the tapered end of the plug moved out of her ass. She felt it leave, snapping her anal ring tight. She got up and ran to the bathroom, slamming the door behind her.

The gallon of water spilled from her guts. She never felt so much pleasure as she did now, her anal ring opening up and the water spraying out with such force, almost erotic to her confused body. It took long minutes to get rid of all the water, her legs weak as she stood up, feeling as if she had lost fifty pounds. She washed up, hurrying to finish, afraid they might come in after her before she was finished. She finally walked out into the room again, her naked body flushed in shame.

"Mount the table again, Natia. You know the position." Jim watched her as she straddled the table, her pink anus peaking out, no worse for the wear.

She was, at least, grateful that was over with but feared the sodomy that would follow.

She looked into the mirror back at Jim, crying out in shame and surprise. "No, not again!"

Jim had filled the bowl with icy water this time. It was time to rinse her intestines before he fucked her rectum. "You need to have the soapy water flushed from your system. Hold still, you know what to expect." He sucked the cold water into the glass tube, the perspiration covering the outside of the tube from the frigid water.

No matter what she expected, it was worse. Natia felt the first nozzle penetrate her anus; this time, her body shivering as she felt the cold glass pass inside her hot guts. Her body was covered with goosebumps when the first tube of water filled her with the frigid water.

She whimpered, but Jim kept filling her with tube after tube, Natia gasping as he filled it five times before he stopped. She almost welcomed the butt plug, unable to hold back the river of water that was shoved forcefully up her ass. It slipped in relatively easy, her sphincter snapping shut on the stem. Jim's hands kneaded and pushed on her stomach, making groaning sounds as she felt the immense pressure of the water pushing on her belabored organs. The only relief she felt was when his finger began to strum up and down her slit, but nothing could stop the painful contractions that raced through her guts as the five minutes slowly ticked by. She raced to the bathroom, the excitement racing though her body as her anus opened up so wide to let the powerful torrent of water shoot out. She never felt anything like it, the relief almost as good as an orgasm. She cleaned up, hoping when she went back in, it would be to face sodomy, not another enema cleansing. She would almost welcome taking his organ up her backside. She walked back in, her naked breasts dancing lightly on her chest. She saw the bowl and enema tube gone, Jim standing next to the table naked, his semi-erect organ hanging down like a club between his legs. It was long, far longer than anything she had ever seen before. She could only laugh, knowing how inadequate Robert must feel after seeing men with much bigger organs.

Natia didn't have to be told, straddling the table again, feeling the warmth her body had left behind as she crawled onto the table. She felt the bolster shoved unceremoniously under her belly, her ass cheeks thrust up in the classic taken-from-behind position. Her cheeks were parted, her anus and pussy revealed to all the men that watched her shame.

Jim took the tube of lubricant, spreading it over his cock as he looked at the pink anus that was spread before him. He put a dollop of lubricant on his finger, plunging it up her anus as she gasped in sudden shock of being impaled with such ruthlessness.

"EEEEWWW," sucking in her breath as a finger found her anus and slipped into her rectum with a suddenness that took her breath away. The finger twisted and turned inside her, Natia knowing that he was making her slick for the organ that was gradually rising up as he fingered her ass. She couldn't believe that it could get any longer, but it did, rising up, hard and erect.

One finger became two, Jim lubricating her anus for his hardening cock. Her muscles were relaxed by the large enemas, her muscles forced into submission. Her insides were already stretched from the water, but it would be nothing to what his cock would do to her insides once he started to fuck her. Jim couldn't wait any longer, the forced enemas exciting him. He reluctantly pulled his fingers from her anus, the tiny hole closing behind them. He straddled her ass, his hands on her buttocks, pulling them apart, her anus forced to open as he pulled her cheeks apart. He pushed the head of his cock into the tiny hole, burying it to beneath the massive domed head of his cock. He began to push, holding his cock by the shaft in one fist so it wouldn't bend under the pressure of penetrating her tight anus.

His fingers were squeezing her buttocks, digging between her cheeks, pulling them apart as she felt her anus stretching open. Then she felt it. It was hot and rubbery, sure that it was the head of his organ that pushed up and down her crack, rubbing salaciously over her anus, her buttocks trying to tighten, but his fingers too strong, keeping her open and vulnerable. She felt the humiliation as her ass cheeks spread apart, feeling the head of his organ placed on her tiny hole. She knew all along this was what he was working up to, but it was all too real, the thick organ so big, pulsating at the door to her backside. "Please don't; put it in my pussy, I'll fuck back," she begged, but she felt the pressure on her anus increasing, her anal ring slowly forced by the unending pressure of his organ.

Jim felt the intense pressure on his cockhead as it slowly began to push her anal ring into her body by his blunt head. He grunted, shoving harder, his fingers holding her cheeks apart so he could watch his large cock go up her tiny anus. He pushed, the head of his cock stretching her open until he finally succeeded, the thick head passing into her rectum as her anal ring snapped tightly around the base of his cockhead. He never felt anything as hot and tight as her anus, her intestines engulfing his cock. He stopped, savoring the moment, recovering his breath and control as his cock bulged and pulsed with excitement.

Natia squealed with shock when the head of his organ sank into her bottom, stretching her anal ring until she thought it would tear, feeling the hard flesh pushing hard against the soft muscles of her rectum. It twitched and throbbed inside her, Natia humiliated to have a man's organ in her backside. All of her attention was drawn to the organ that would touch deep in her guts, afraid of him pushing in, afraid of him pulling out, trying to grow accustom to having something that big in her backside.

Jim leaned over her, his hands reaching around to grasp her breasts, nipples pinched hard, feeling her push her ass back at him when he squeezed too hard. "Can you feel it filling you, Natia?" He saw her looking back at him in the mirror, a worried look on her face. "Yes, there is more, much more for you to take up your ass." He began to ease more of his cock into her, pushing in, then pulling back out, feeling her anal ring sliding up and down his shaft like a tight rubber band. He began to ass fuck her, pushing in, then pulling out, drawing her anal ring clinging to his cock as he pulled out. Each tug back caused Natia to stiffen on his cock, her muscles tightening so delightfully on his cock. He pushed back in, this time deeper, a groan from her lips as his thick cock opened up her virgin passage. He fought every inch of the way inside her, her muscles rippling up and down his cock, trying to force the invader out.

It didn't hurt as much as she thought it would. The first time his organ pushed into her, she felt he sharp pain as her anal ring stretched farther than it should have. It became a dull pain as his organ stayed inside her, each jerk of his organ sending her muscles into spasms that only excited him more. She could barely breathe as he began to move inside her, the head of his organ teasing and rubbing her smooth insides, feeling every bump, ridge and vein on his organ touching her in places that weren't meant to be touched. She felt full, her intestines feeling as though she had just eaten a big meal, stretched by the thickness of his organ. She could feel his excitement, his hips moving in and out. He was sodomizing her. In front of her husband, he was sticking his organ in and out her backside. She looked back at Jim in the mirror, humiliated by what he was doing to her, but seeing the way his hips moved, feeling his organ thrusting in and out of her backside was so erotic and sensual. He was moving deeper and deeper, feeling like his organ would come out her mouth any second. She couldn't do anything, her body thrust up submissively by the bolster that kept her firmly impaled, her body absorbing his thrusts.

He began to pull out, feeling her guts pulled out by the terrible suction. The sharp ridge of his organ stretched and pulled her anal ring, Jim threatening to pull his organ free, but suddenly thrusting back in again, the whoosh of air loud as his hips drove his organ back inside her with such ferocity. She went from empty to full in a matter of seconds, the hot, pulsating organ shoved deeper into her guts. She felt a sharp pain as his organ hit a bend in her intestines, stopped for a second, but she knew the next time he would breach her deeper. She couldn't believe how long his organ was, his abdomen still not hitting her ass, his organ still not fully embedded in her guts.

It was as if his cock was wrapped in a warm blanket, her intestines milking his shaft as he began to sodomize her rhythmically. He would pull his cock out, stretching her anal ring until his cock threatened to break free, then at the last moment, he would thrust back in with a power that drove a gasp from her lips as his cock filled her smooth, round tube with suddenness. Her fiery insides milked his cock, her muscles forced into submission by his pounding cock, rocking back and forth inside her. He wouldn't last much longer, her muscles pulling on his prick, driving the orgasm up from his balls. First, he had to fill her, his thrusts harder and deeper until all he could hear was the slap of his abdomen against her up-thrust ass cheeks. He stopped for a moment, his cock jerking uncontrollably deep in her bowels. She was so incredibly tight around his cock, her muscles rippling up and down the shaft. She had taken all of him up her ass. "Do you like a cock up your ass, Natia? Tell me; tell me to fuck your ass with my big cock." He stayed still, refusing to move.

It felt like a baseball bat was shoved up her backside, but it was moving inside her, pushing in and out, teasing her insides with the thick ridge on the head, feeling as if her insides were being sucked out. He pushed back in with an equal ferocity, Natia finding herself pinned on his organ like a fish stabbed with a spear. She had never felt anything like it, shamed to be taken in such a manner but excited by the degrading act. Now he wanted her to tell him. To beg him to sodomize her. His organ stopped, Natia clenching her muscles on it, her anal ring clenching on the thick shaft that split her cheeks open. He still refused to move, Natia wanting to feel the pleasure that his organ gave her as it moved in her backside. She had to do it, finally spurting it out in desperation. "Fuck my ass," she exclaimed loudly. "Fuck me with your big cock," she cried out in shame.

"She wants it; she wants to be sodomized," Robert squealing like a girl. He couldn't wait to get her home so he could take her in the ass, just as Jim did.

Jim pulled his cock out, this time too far, the head slipping from the tightness of her anal ring. Her hole stayed open, Jim pushing his cock back into the shrinking hole and shoving deep inside her. He began to sodomize her, long, hard strokes that shook her body each time he bottomed out in her guts, sure that he was punishing her insides, but her ass began to rise up, offering up her anus at a better angle for him to fuck her. He took advantage of it, hammering her as hard as he could, his hands reaching under her body to find her pussy had soaked the bolster beneath her. His fingers dug into her mound, pinching her delicate flesh, driving her ass up to meeting his bone-jarring thrusts into her bowels. He pistoned his cock into her like a jackhammer, the friction almost burning his cock as he readied to cum. He found her clit, twisted and pinching it, not to pleasure her, but to bring about an orgasm from her, surrendering to whatever he wanted to do to her body. He found her responding, her hips beginning to move with his, her cries not of pain, but pleasure. It only took another minute before he came.

His fingers were molesting her sex, cruel fingers digging into her mound, fingers pinching and twisting her pleasure button that drove her back onto his cock. Yes, she even thought it. His cock, his big cock filling her colon with his massive power. She came the first time she felt it. His cock jettisoned inside her, bathing her guts with a powerful jet of hot creme that burned her insides. She came with him, feeling him spurting and shooting off in her, as he continued to fuck his cock in and out, relieved that his cock moved on the slick creme that jetted from his cock. Her body exploded in pleasure, jerking and twitching on the cock that continued to ream her out.

It was long minutes before she could breathe again, his sweaty body on hers, sticking together. His cock was still inside her, Jim not moving. She squeezed her ass muscles, feeling the power she had as she squeezed his cock out an inch at a time. She clenched her muscles tight when it popped out suddenly, feeling the sperm dripping out after it. She felt him wiping his wet, sperm-stained cock on her ass cheeks, Natia unable to get up, her muscles cramped, her anus sore and abused.

The weekend was non-stop sex for Natia, Bradford making Natia perform sexually for anyone that wanted her. She hated that her husband only watched as she undressed for different men and did what they wanted. Why didn't he stop them, protect me? Instead, he would take out his cock and stroke it, excited as men treated her like a whore.

The worst part of that weekend was in Bradford's library. He summoned Natia, finding five men sitting on the chairs and couch, all looking at her like a piece of meat when she walked in. Robert was there, too, his pants tented already with his erection.

"You aren't very experienced and skillful at sucking cock, Natia. You need to be taught to use your month for a man's pleasure." Bradford stood in front of her, Natia dressed in a short skirt and button-down shirt, the tails tied around her middle, leaving a wide expanse of tanned skin available.

She had his cock in her mouth once before, cleaning it after he came, a second time Bradford squirting his sperm into her open mouth and tongue. She feared sucking it, his cock long and afraid he would stick it farther than her mouth could accommodate. He was going to humiliate her again, making her perform oral sex on him while the men watched, wishing they were him. The men were jealous of her beauty and all wanted to possess her as Bradford did, forcing her to perform the most degrading acts. She didn't say a thing to Bradford. There was nothing she could say or do to make him stop.

"Strip to your waist. A man likes to play with lovely tits as his cock is sucked." Bradford watched as her hands hurriedly began to open the buttons. "Slowly, strip slowly."

He wanted her to take off her clothes like a stripper, her fingers unbuttoning the buttons slowly until all of them were open. She pulled it back, off her shoulders and down her arms until it fell at her feet. She reached back, knowing her back was arching and she was thrusting out her breasts as the bra popped free, her hands holding it against her breasts for a minute before she released it. The bra slid down over her nipples, the tips springing to unwanted erection from the touch. She stood half-naked in front of the men, all of their eyes on her naked breasts as her chest heaved up and down as she tried to regain her breathing.

"On your knees, Natia. Just like a good little slut." His hands were on her naked shoulders, pushing her down until she was submissively on her knees before him.

She felt the cold wood floor on her knees, her head at the same level as his cock. His pants clearly reflected the bulge of his cock beneath them.

"Unzip me and take out my cock." He felt her soft, gentle hands as she opened up his pants, sliding inside his shorts until he felt her hands touching his naked cock. It grew as her fingers touched it, pulling it out, her hands pulling his pants and shorts down until they were around his ankles.

"Kiss my cock, Natia. Worship it with your lips and tongue."

She did as he said, her hand holding it, kissing it, her tongue running up the shaft, feeling the thick veins rising up, blood pounding to the massive head. She kissed the end of his cock, tasting the sperm that was already leaking from the head, knowing that she would have to take it in her mouth until he spurted his sperm.

"Put your hands behind your back and keep them there no matter what I do." He would test her.

She put her hands behind her back, crossing her wrists as though they were tied together.

Her pussy became wet at the thought of her mouth being raped by strangers, bound on her knees as they stuck their cocks in her mouth and raped her until they blew their sperm into her mouth. She felt Bradford's hands on her head, tilting her up, moving forward until his cock bounced on her face. It felt so hot as it touched her soft skin. She knew what she had to do, opening her mouth wide, Bradford moving his hips until he lined up his cock, Natia suddenly finding her mouth filled with his hard and demanding cock.

"Wrap you lips around it tight, Natia, and use your tongue to excite me. I'll do the rest."

Bradford began to fuck her face, keeping her head up so he could look into her green eyes, his cock splitting her lips apart.

 

 

Her mouth was filled with spit, his cock leaking his precum, the thick, salty sperm mixing like oil and water. He forced her to stare at him, his hips beginning to fuck her mouth, more and more of his thickening cock filling her with his meat. His cock pushed out her cheeks when he shoved to the side, but it was when he tilted up her head that she feared the most. She knew he was lining up her throat like a sword swallower, but all she could do was take deep breaths and fill her lungs for the moment he would penetrate her throat.

Her tongue never stopped moving, exciting his cock as he leaked his sperm into her willing mouth, but he wanted more. She sat on her knees before him, her arms behind her as if she was bound, and he was ready to test her resolve. "Don't you dare move your hands, Natia."

It felt terrible. He pushed too far, feeling the thick head jammed into the back of her mouth like a giant stopper. She couldn't breathe, struggling to fill her air-starved lungs, her nose sucking air loudly. His hands held her head tighter, feeling like it was in a vise, feeling the immense pressure as he refused to let her pull away. His pubic hairs were already tickling her lips and nose, but she knew there was more of his cock that was still outside her lips.

She tried to please him with her tongue, hoping to make him cum, anything better than his cock down her throat. She gagged. "UUUGGGLLL," her throat opening as her stomach heaved. Then she felt it, the thick head slowly forced into her gullet. She gulped and choked, her tiny throat forced open wide as his hips drove his cock down into her throat.

"UUUGGGLLUGGG," another gag, another inch of cock forced into her throat. She fought not to vomit, afraid of choking on her own vomit. His hips continued the relentless pursuit of her throat, his cock shoved dryly down her throat until she felt her lips pushed deep into his wiry pubic hairs. His hands went to the back of her head, holding her pinned against his abdomen, his cock fully embedded in her throat, feeling it jerk and shudder in pleasure. She thought she would surely die, suffocated by a cock in her mouth.

Robert couldn't believe it, but he could see the outline of Bradford's cock in Natia's throat.

She gagged and choked, but Bradford was unyielding, forcing more of his long cock down her throat as she struggled. Her nostrils were flaring as she tried to breath, but Bradford cared little except for his own pleasure.

He felt her throat muscles rippling up and down his cock as they fought to throw the invader out, just as her anus had tried to do. Each time she gagged or coughed, the vibrations resonated over his cock, bringing him unbelievable pleasure. He pulled his cock out but never completely out of her throat, refusing to give up the pleasure the tight hole gave him. She coughed and sputtered, spit running profusely down her chin and falling on her naked breasts. He held her tight as she fought him, but her hands remained passively behind her as if he had tied them with rope. He jerked her back and forth on his cock, the pleasure rippling up from his balls. He wouldn't last much longer, but he refused to let her loose until he had finished in her. He would cum in her throat, letting her feel the jet of sperm spurting into her stomach without so much as a taste.

Her face was turning red as she struggled to breathe, but Bradford was too far gone to let her loose. His cock scratched her delicate throat as he fucked her brutally. She felt it growing in her throat, knowing that he was ready to cum, his frenzied thrusting in her throat signaling his impending orgasm. She felt it in her throat, the powerful jet of sperm spurting out, gagging as it spurted directly into her throat. He held her pinned to him as he spurted again and again into her stomach, feeling it fill of his hot creme. He finally pulled his cock from her throat but left it in her mouth.

"Lick it clean, Natia. You must always leave a man's cock clean when he finishes with you." Her tongue went to work, seeing the look of distaste on her face as she lapped at his salty sperm with her tongue. Her chest was still rising and falling rapidly, sucking in her precious air at the same time she tended to his cock.

At least she was finished, the taste of his sperm permeating her mouth, her stomach groaning under the load of sperm he dumped in it. Her tongue was tired; her lips stretched too wide, glad that it was over. Bradford finally pulled his cock from her mouth, Natia gasping when she saw what was behind him. "No, I can't do it," she cried out, even though she knew it would do no good for her to protest.

"I told you that you need experience," Bradford laughing at her. Behind him were five naked men, their erections sticking out at a right angle, all of them wagging up and down for the attention of her mouth. Robert was the last in line.

She didn't have time to protest, the next in line grabbing her head. Her mouth was speared by a new cock, this one not as thick, but long, longer than Bradford's cock. She feared that it would pierce her stomach if he shoved it down her throat. A light slap on her cheek woke her up to the reality, her lips tightening on the cock, her mouth going to work on it as he rocked her head back and forth on his erection.

Bradford kneeled on the floor behind her, lifting up her skirt and pushing her thong to the side until he found her pussy. Her wet pussy. "Yes, my slut loves to suck cock. You'll have lots of it today, a belly full of cum before you are finished." He began to masturbate her, his fingers slowly running up and down her wet slit, teasing across her anus to keep her on edge.

She never knew that men's cocks were so different until she had to suck six of them in a row. Some were fatter, some longer, thicker heads, gnarled veins that rose up from the shaft, each one feeling different as her tongue was forced to explore them. Each man grew impatient with her tongue, shoving his cock down her throat as she gagged. Two of them came down her throat, but the others pulled out, fucking her mouth, filling her cheeks with their abundant sperm, the thick, salty creme sliding down her gullet slowly. Robert was the last, cumming on her face as she slid to the floor, exhausted, her stomach groaning from the gallon of sperm that filled it.

"She'll do a better job from now on," Bradford exclaimed.

Robert wouldn't even let her wipe the sperm off of her face until they went back to their room and only if she used her tongue to lap up his sperm and swallow it like she did with the others.

It had been six months since Bradford had introduced her to her darker side. She couldn't refuse him, even knowing the path of degradation he was leading her down. She began to lose control over her life. Natia became afraid of herself and her feelings.

She received an e-mail two days ago from Bradford with a time and place and how she should dress. She came home that night, finding a package, not surprised when she opened it, the exact clothes that Bradford ordered her to wear. She took a hot bath, her hands beneath the water, already getting wet at what she would have to perform tonight.

She was ready by the time the car came to pick her up. The driver looked at her. She had a red mini skirt on that had two slits on each side, a tight blouse that clung to her braless breasts, and she was perched on top of four-inch red heels.

She was surprised when he drove to the seedier side of town, the limo out of place as it pulled up in front of the dance club. The driver let her out, not even wanting to get out of the limo to open her door. There were whores standing on the corner, Natia quickly going in the door, the music blaring out into the quiet night.

He looked at her, his eyes stripping her naked as they traveled up and down her body.

"You must be Natia. This way."

This wasn't like anything she had ever been in before. This was a blue-collar club, not young men, but thirty somethings. She was brought over to a table, three men at it sipping champagne. They all wore jeans, tee shirts and leather jackets, the champagne out of place to the rest of the patrons swilling down bottles of beers and shots. They were common-looking men, the kind that Natia would never look at or even have a cup of coffee with them. What am I doing with them? She looked around, hoping to see Bradford rescue her. They didn't even get up as she approached, pulling out her own chair as she sat down. A glass of champagne was thrust in front of her. "Where's Bradford?" Natia hoping they knew him.

"He couldn't make it, so he sent us. He said you wouldn't mind." They couldn't believe their good fortune. They had just met Bradford and he paid for the night, all their drinks, the limo outside, even the hotel room had been paid for by him. He told them about Natia's beauty, but all they saw was a nice rack on her and a perky ass in a tight skirt.

She drank the first glass, starting on the second glass, feeling the bubbles go down fast as the men talked, but it was their stares that scared her. Her short skirt kept riding up, and it wasn't lost on the men. One of them reached over, unbuttoning the top two buttons of her blouse, Natia shocked by his blatant touch, but she did little to stop him or button them back up. She had finished her third glass when one of them asked her to dance. This was the really big one, over six feet six, broad shoulders and large arms. His muscles rippled beneath the thin tee shirt. She didn't want to dance, but he insisted and his size scared her. She felt powerless to stop him and after three drinks, she let her guard down. The music was loud as they went onto the dance floor, his hand around her waist holding her close, grabbing her ass as his hand slid down from her waist. Natia tried to push him away, but her ineffective blows didn't even faze him.

He growled into her ear over the loud music. "You don't want me to call Bradford, do you?"

Natia had no choice, knowing better than to refuse anything Bradford requested. She felt him grinding against her, the cock in his pants feeling like a baseball bat. He lifted up her skirt, his hands finding her naked skin as he rode her to the beat of the music. She could feel his cock pushing apart her pussy lips as he ground himself on her. She began to panic, feeling like he was going to fuck her in the middle of the floor. She finally pushed him away, rushing away to the table. He followed her.

"We should go to our hotel." He looked down at her, his eyes staring down the front of her blouse at her naked breasts.

Natia was insulted. She wasn't going to a hotel with the three of them, in spite of Bradford.

"I can't do such a thing. What do you think I am? Some street whore?" She looked at him, seeing that he was angry at her response. He walked off with his friends, looking back at Natia but not saying anything more to her.

"We're going to leave. Can we drop you off somewhere? You don't want to try to catch a cab around here." His voice was gruff. He saw the look of fear in her eyes. "We have a limo," hoping she would feel safer with a driver.

She looked around, afraid to be alone in the place, strange men eyeing her like a piece of meat. Outside wasn't any better; no self-respecting cabbie would pick her up looking like a hooker. "Okay, thanks," trying to be civilized about it. He rushed her out the door, his two friend's were right behind her. The limo was parked around the corner, safety at last. He actually held the door open for her, but she could feel his eyes burning on her ass as she climbed clumsily into the backseat. She looked up at the driver, the clouded window up, sealed in the back with the others as the door slammed behind them.

He picked up the telephone to the driver. "Hotel Roosevelt."

It was a high-end hotel in Manhattan, but that is not what they had promised. "I told you no. Now take me to my house. Twenty-two Fourth Avenue," she demanded loudly.

He smirked then picked up the telephone to the driver. "Find the nearest parking lot and stop. One of us is getting out."

The limo pulled into the parking lot, Natia looking out the window to see a liquor store across the street with lights burning brightly, half-drunk men sucking down quarts of beer.

Next to it was a small bodega with local's buying their late-night snacks. There was even a run-down movie theater, showing adult movies until early in the morning. It wasn't the safest place to be dressed as she was.

"Get out." His voice was gruff and demanding, opening up the door.

She was scared, thinking they would leave her out there dressed like as she was. She didn't even have any money, one of them handing her small purse. They forced her out, almost falling down on the cracked payment, her high heels getting caught in a hole. The big one got out of the door behind her, one of the others getting out the other side of the limo. She saw how they looked at her, her heart stopping in fear. His big hands pushed her against the door of the limo, pressing here up against it and holding her wrists up high over her head.

"Go ahead. She's ready." He told his friend, the other one already coming around from the other side of the limo.

She hated them both as she felt her skirt go up. His rough, callused hands rubbed over her flesh, feeling his fingers grabbing at her g-string and peeling it to one side. His feet went between hers, banging the inside of her ankles until she spread her legs, balanced precariously on the four-inch heels as her legs were spread too wide to be comfortable.

"EEEEEEHHHH," he thrust into her belly without as much as a preliminary grope. It hurt for a moment, but he cared little, beginning to fuck her as soon as he entered her. His hands reached around, pulling open the few buttons that were still closed, yanking her blouse back until it was halfway down her arms, her bare breasts hanging out. His fingers found them, not to caress them, but to punish them, his large hands squeezing them as if they were melons, his finger finding her nipples shamelessly erect, easy targets for the power of his pinching fingers. He pushed hard into her, pushing her breasts into the cold glass of the limo, his cock still pounding in and out of her almost mechanically. It hurt when he shoved in, his cock banging hard against her cervix, pulling out with the same speed, feeling the thick ridge on his cock, feeling like her insides were sucked out with it.

He fucked her hard and fast, using her pussy only for his pleasure. As much as she felt the fear, she grew wet and excited. She knew she was out in the open parking lot where anyone could see her and she was getting fucked by him against her will. The men drinking across the street had already noticed her bent over the door, her legs spread wide with the man behind her. They knew what was happening, but all they did was stare at her. He was pounding into her so fast that it only took a couple of minutes before she felt him suddenly jerk inside her, gasping loudly as he came inside her, flooding her belly with his foul seed. If she thought it was over, she was soon mistaken. The other one got out of the limo, the big one still holding her wrists so tight that her fingers became numb.

She felt the other one behind her, his hands coming around to squeeze her breasts harshly, just like the other one.

"Bend her over some more so I can go deep inside this slut." His hands grabbed her hips, pulling them back until her ass and pussy pushed back submissively. "Don't move," a slap on her naked ass cheek to enforce her obedience.

She felt his cock rub up and down her slit, and then he entered her brutally, just like the other one, shoving inside her hard until her head banged onto the car door. She could feel him so deep inside her that she thought his cock would come out the front if he pushed any farther. He began to fuck her the minute he was inside, holding her up by her hips so he could use the power of his hips to drive his cock inside her as if it were a weapon. She felt humiliated to be used this way, out in the open, held down while they forced their cocks inside her, but she was, also, so hot. The friction was burning her up, his hands racing all over her body to pinch and bruise her, sending the pain and pleasure deep into her body until she cared little which one it was. She exploded all over him, cumming so hard, her body shuddering as he continued to pound into her. She felt his cock jerking inside her, but then he pulled it out suddenly, feeling his hot sperm branding her ass cheeks with his load.

The big one was next, and he is the one she feared the most. She had felt the huge cock in his pants when he was grinding her on the dance floor, and the power in his arms could snap her delicate body by accident. She was turned around, her skirt hiked up, her g-strip ripped from her body. He dumped her ass unceremoniously against the trunk of the limo, lifting up her legs and bowing them out to the side until it felt like she was being torn up the middle.

"Hold the bitch."

She felt hands pulling her arms back, but it wasn't necessary. She had submitted already, the orgasm had taken the last of her self-respect, forced to cum while being taken against her will. Her back was arched high as she was spread over the trunk, cramps in the center of her back, but that was pale in comparison to the cock that tore into her. In spite of being fucked twice and cumming, she still wasn't stretched enough or wet enough for the monster cock that was forcing her open. It felt like she was having a baby, her pussy stretched open to take the head of his cock, which was as big as a Coke can. "Not so hard!" It tore into her, stretching her open like a baseball bat shoved between her legs. He ignored her, forcing his cock in and out of her until he beat her pussy muscles into submission, the thick head pounding inside her until it pinned her to the trunk of the limo.

He began to fuck her, fuck her hard, making her take the full measure of his massive cock with pounding regularity. His head bent down, his teeth biting into her nipples until she thought he was going to tear them off, the pain lacing into her chest. Her legs were lifted up higher, her pussy positioned so he could take her with the maximum thrust of his hips, like a pile driver slamming into her body. In spite of the pain and humiliation, he made her cum again, her nipple screaming out in pain as his sharp teeth bit into it the moment she came.

She felt him flood her with his sperm, her body exhausted, slumped on the limo as he pulled out his cock with a loud pop, their sperm leaking out profusely. She could hardly stand, pushed back into the limo with the cheers of the drunks across the street signaling her humiliation of openly being fucked in public.

"The hotel again," the big one smiling now as he spoke to the driver.

She knew they weren't finished with her yet, but she thought they would finish with her in the limo.

"Come'er, bitch." One of the others grabbed her by her hair, pulling her down onto the big floor in the middle of the limo, the others surrounding her. He pulled down his pants, fisting his cock until it grew erect again. "Time to suck."

He yanked her hair until she opened her mouth to scream, Natia suddenly finding her mouth filled with his sperm-soaked cock. He slapped her face, the shock of being hit knocking her senseless.

"Suck it, bitch." He began to jerk her face back and forth on his cock. "I wanta feel that tongue going to work on me." He smiled as her tongue began to rub over the head of his cock. "Like the taste of your pussy?"

It was a long ride to the hotel, Natia shoved from one man to the next, each of them spearing her with their sperm-stained cocks until she had them glistening with her spit. For almost half an hour, they fucked her face, her tongue tired from trying to please them, but a slap was the only encouragement she needed when they were not happy with her

performance, but these weren't the type of men that worshipped her body. These were the common men that she feared, and now she knew why. They grew tired of her, forcing their cocks down her throat, enjoying the way she gagged and choked on their man flesh. The big man was the worst, her lips feeling as though they were tearing in the corners, barely able to get the trunk-like shaft through her lips as he fucked her face. At least he couldn't fuck her throat, his cock just too big, but the others made up for it, jamming their cocks up and down her throat as she choked and gagged on the flesh of the two men.

At last, the limo arrived at the hotel. They waited until she could dress, thought there wasn't much, just her blouse and her skirt, braless and her g-string torn from her when they fucked her. They pushed her out to walk to the elevator to continue with her up in their room, and she did nothing to stop them. The elevator was one of the modern, all-glass ones that rose up in the center of the hotel. It was late and no one else got on the car with them. Natia found herself pushed up to one of the glass walls that overlooked the lobby, the elevator slowly rising up to the fiftieth floor. Her arms were shoved up high, one man on each side spreading them as if she were bound to a cross. The other one opened her blouse and pulled up her skirt, pushing her until her naked body was shoved into the glass for all to see her shame. She thought the elevator would never get to the top floor.

Natia pulled her blouse around her, her skirt flopping back down as they walked to their room. A hand grazed over her ass, but she didn't stop walking or look back. The big one opened up the door, pushing Natia in the room, the others following as the door closed and locked shut automatically behind her. In the center of the room was a large bed, a wall of windows looking out at the skyscrapers of New York City. Thousands of open windows looked into their room, a voyeur's paradise. The room was brightly lit and Natia knew that it would stay that way, parading their catch for all to see.

The big one was first, quickly taking off his clothes and jumping into the middle of the bed.

He lifted up his huge cock, shaking it at her. "Come over here, and sit on my cock."

Her blouse was easily pulled from her shoulders, her skirt falling at her feet. She kicked off her shoes and walked hypnotically over to the bed, the cock sticking up like a big club. He expected her to sit on it and take it inside her again, this time her doing all the work. She willed herself to get wet, looking out the window, seeing all the open windows gazing inside, wondering how many of them had telescopes that were aimed at her naked body.

How many of them had cameras attached to them that would capture her humiliation.

Would they be looking at the pictures weeks in the future, reliving every moment of my degradation? Would they masturbate as they looked from picture to picture?

"Wake up and get your naked ass over here." The big one was getting impatient. He watched her as she crawled onto the large bed, her pendulous breasts hanging down, her thick nipples waiting for the bite of his fingers. He loved manhandling the snotty bitch, teaching her what a real man was like. She spread her legs wide, kneeling around his large thighs; her crotch spread open until it looked like she would split up the middle. It would make it easier for her to get his cock inside her. He grabbed her waist, pulling her up until she was poised over his cock. "Guide it in. I hope you're wet, or I'm gonna tear me a new hole."

She felt it nudging at her pussy, the thick head feeling like a bedpost, not a cock. He held her up as if she weighed nothing, his hands around her slim waist holding her poised over his cock, the painful entry imminent. "GGGGGODDDDD, itttt's ssssoo big," she cried as it forced its way inside her, beating her muscles into submission. Her own weight was her worst enemy, lowered down as he skewered her onto his cock like a roast pig. It felt like her insides were swelling up, his organ testing the elastic walls of her pussy until she was sure that he would bust through and rip her to shreds. When he grunted and couldn't fit any more inside her, he pulled her up, and then dropped her down until her insides fought the massive prick that tore into her. He bounced her up and down on this cock like a rag doll, her breast bouncing, the other men cheering him on to tear her up. How could they be so cruel, knowing the pain it was causing me?

She was so tight, her pussy gripped around his cock like a tight blanket. She hardly took half of it when he struck her cervix, grinding his cock, trying to pierce her womb with his cock. His arms went around her, pinning her arms to her side. She looked at him, a scared look on her face, and she should be scared. He pulled her down on him until her lovely hard-tipped nipples were pressed into his chest, hearing her groan as his cock bent inside her as she was forced to bend over.

It felt like a branch of a tree was bending inside her, pushing against the elastic walls of her pussy, stretching her in ways that she was not meant to be stretched. It was bad enough taking the huge cock inside her, never mind having it bend inside. She was trapped against him, her arms pinned to her side, his hairy chest prickling her nipples to greater hardness. His hips began to move, but he was only grinding his cock inside her, stretching her from the inside. She didn't know what he was doing. She turned around when she felt someone else get on the bed, seeing one of them other men joining them, naked, his cock jutting out in front of him. Then the sudden realization of her vulnerability hit her, her ass raised up submissively, her legs parted so wide that the crack of her ass was flattened out and her anus obscenely exposed. "No, not there," she cried out. "I can't take two of you at once. You'll kill me with your cocks." She had been fucked in the ass too many times by Bradford, Jim, even her husband, but this was different. Her pussy was already filled to overflowing with the massive cock and now the other one was behind her, spitting on his cock, and then on her anus, a spit-covered finger entering her and rubbing the spit in her rectum. The finger felt huge, but his cock would tear her up the middle.

"You can take it, slut. You'll love being double fucked." He aimed his cock at her anus, the spread of her legs already forcing it to open up. He looked down between her legs, seeing the large cock jutting out her pussy, her lips stretched tightly around it. He found her hot anus, the tight knot pressured by the head of his cock. He couldn't wait, eager to pleasure himself in her rectum. He had never fucked a girl up the ass and never one like this before. He climbed on her back, his hand between their bodies as he held his shaft to keep it from bending as he slowly began to feed his cock into her anus. He felt her slowly opening up, the tight ring of her anus spreading over the shaft of his cock, a sharp shove and the head of his cock was sucked into the hot depths of her rectum in a second. His cock jerked in pleasure as she screamed.

"EEEEWWWWW," feeling like there was one giant redwood tree between her legs, not able to distinguish which one was which, both of the cocks feeling like one. "Take it out, stop, don't move," anything to stop the burning in her ass. He ignored her cries of desperation, his hips forcing more of his cock into her rectum. At least he wasn't as big as the one in her belly, but that was of little consolation to Natia. With her pussy spread open by the massive cock sitting on the other side of the thin barrier between her pussy and ass, her other organs were pushed painfully aside. The big one continued to grind his cock painfully inside her belly while the one behind her began to fuck his cock in and out of her rectum in an attempt to loosen her up to the painful sodomy. She began to sob as the two men filled her front and back with their demanding cocks.

He never felt anything like it, her insides crawling all over his cock like tiny animals. She was so tight, her guts curled around his cock like a hot, tight blanket. He couldn't stop, even when she began to cry, his pleasure too much to stop. He continued to feed his cock into her until his abdomen slapped hard against her ass cheeks, pinning her between their twin cocks. "I bet you feel full, slut. Never had that much cock in you at once." He held still for a second until they all felt another one on the bed.

Her guts were stuffed with man flesh, filling her round tube with the hardness of his cock.

The cock in her belly continued to grind harshly against the soft walls of her pussy, pushing on them, stretching them. She was afraid when they would start fucking her, not sure she would be able to take the punishing cocks inside her. She felt the bed move, another naked man joining them. She didn't have any holes left to fuck. What was he going to do? Hands pulled her hair, yanking her head up until she came face to face with his cock. She should have known. He wanted her mouth. This would be the final act of degradation, triple fucked. Fingers pulled her mouth open, the rubbery head of his cock sliding across her lips and her tongue. "Suck it, bitch. Or I'll jam it down your throat."

She was allowed to partially rise up, the cock in her belly not bent so much, but the minute she began to suck on the cock in her mouth, the other two began to fuck her. It felt like she was being split up the middle, both of them pulling out, her insides sucked out by the suction of their thick weapons, then they both thrust in, banging hard against something deep inside her body that shattered her guts. Her muffled scream could barely be heard, her mouth filled with a cock, her tongue trying to please him enough to keep it from her throat.

They had cum twice already, so they had the stamina to last over half an hour. Thirty minutes of pure hell, her insides rubbed raw by the twin cocks. At first, they would shaft her at the same time, both of their cocks painfully bottoming out inside her with bone-shattering thrusts. Then they switched, one pulling out as the other one thrust inside her with such ferocity. It was as though they were trying to punish her with their cocks. Her body was bounced back and forth between them, the one in her mouth not getting enough attention, Natia forced to contend with a cock in her throat as though all of them were trying to drive their cocks until they met somewhere deep inside her.

The big one began to play with her clit. Not to pleasure it, but to punish it with his fingers, digging his nails into it, grinding it down onto her pelvic bone until it felt like it was going to explode. He might be trying to punish her, but Natia felt the pleasure in being taken against her will, the pain turning to pleasure as she submitted to the demands of the men taking her. She came with them, all of them simultaneously exploding in her body at the same time, gallons of sperm filling all her orifices. They continued to fuck her until their organs grew slack, Natia finally feeling them slip out of her body until she was thrown off the big one to curl up on the bed, her hands clutching between her legs. She felt so empty, her holes vacant of the cocks. She heard them leaving, Natia sobbing after the door closed, ashamed that they had made her cum.

Natia finally had to find peace of mind and body. She had traveled down the dark recesses of her own mind and had experiences that shamed her. She concluded that she was out of control and had to do something to reclaim her life. She had crossed the line of self-respect and in her past lies her future. She had to end this life that Bradford had forced her into.

She told Bradford, but he wasn't fazed by her threat.

"You will come begging back to me, Natia. You are only happy when you are treated as a slut. You need men and women to take you, to force you to perform the most degrading acts, and only then will you be happy."

Bradford was nice, wishing her well, not trying to stop her. Robert was a different story. He was shocked when she told him she was leaving him and New York City. He started screaming and crying, the little mouse. Why did I ever get involved with such a man? He was incapable in bed, incapable in life. She left that very day, moving to Atlanta, even though she had never been there.

It was a week later, Heather coming into the office almost every day, taking her husband's office and making it her own. The funerals were over, a large turnout at the two separate funerals, Natia attending them both. Heather was holding up well, Natia sure that she would. She had a strong personality. If she were a man, they would have said dominant personality, but to a woman that implied something different. Natia met with Heather almost every day, Natia putting in her input of the candidates they were looking at as the new president. It was down to two final candidates, Heather and the board had

interviewed them both. Natia had sat in on the final interviews, important that she have a strong relationship with both of them. Both of them were men.

"What do you think, Natia? Michael or Jacque?" Heather sat back in the chair, already knowing her choice. She looked at Natia, not as the CFO, but as a woman. A very sexy woman. Natia dressed impeccably in suits, but there was nothing mannish about her.

Beneath the snug jackets that clung to her figure was a pair of magnificent breasts, her open jacket revealing them now to Heather. Later in the day, when most had gone home, Natia would get more comfortable, the jacket on her chair, her silk blouse having more than one button open. Even her bras—frilly, lacy bras that could be seen beneath the silk blouses only made her look sexier. She had legs that went on forever, short skirts giving her that leggy look. Heather loved when Natia bent over, her skirt riding up high her thighs, the top of her nylons and a sexy garter belt revealed, but Heather's eyes always feasted on her ass. Those twin peaks that clenched tight and pushed out her skirt as she bent over. Heather loved men, but she, also, loved women, her husband indulging her fetishes. What man wouldn't get aroused to see his wife making love to another woman?

Sex with her husband was always awkward, both of them dominant, and both of them refusing to take the other role. Now, Natia was different. She had heard the rumors of her past job and her divorcing her husband. She was definitely submissive, extremely submissive if only part of the rumors were true.

It was a difficult choice; both of them scared Natia. Presidents of large companies by their nature had dominant personalities. There was no way around that truth. It just made a difference if that personality, also, extended to their sexual life and no interviewer would dare to ask that question. Natia was atypical, her personalities clashed and that is why for almost ten years she had shied away from any meaningful relationship with a man, preferring to end it when the relationship became too serious. Masturbation became her best friend, though she can't say that her past showed up in most of her masturbatory fantasies. Come on, Natia, get back to the question. Her mind wandering too far.

"I think Michael would be a better fit. He has more experience in our field and some great international experience. If we want to continue to grow, it will be outside North American and Europe. We need to go to the more difficult countries in Africa where the risks are high but the rewards are even higher." Jacque had large-corporation experience, but it was mainly in consumer products.

"Do you know much about Africa?" The board had said the same thing, and they were already looking into African acquisitions. They were waiting for a new president to take over the effort.

"I had done an analysis at my last company with regards to opportunities in Nigeria. It was a long time ago, but I was always particularly interested in it so I kept up with it. I can give you an analysis in a week."

"Hold off and give it to Michael. I think he will be interested and impressed."

"So you made your decision."

"We both did. Now, we have to make it work. I am still going to take an active interest in the company, so we'll be working together a lot."

Natia was impressed with Heather. She initially thought she was just another trophy wife, but she had a depth about her, especially in business. And she was not afraid to use her power to get what she wanted.

"I'll like that." Natia got up and left, but she felt Heather's eyes on her as she walked out.

Just as she could feel a man's eyes on her. It made her scared but, also, excited. What would it be like to be with a woman? Would it be like being with Robert or Bradford?

Heather came in two days later, Michael walking along side of her. Natia came out to greet them both, already hearing from Heather of Michael's acceptance.

"I had to sell him 10% of the company. He wanted the upside potential with the position. It was a fair price I got, and I needed the cash to pay for some of the inheritance tax. I still have 15%, so between the two of us, we still are the largest shareholders." Heather explained it all to Natia on the phone. "There is, also, a great option plan for you. At Michael's insistence. He wants to make sure you stay with the company. You must have made quite an impression on him."

Natia felt good, real good. There is always a big chance when you have a change at the top; the new president brings in his own executive staff, especially the CFO. The option plan was very generous, a couple million dollars in two years if the company can grow as she had planned. It, also, showed Michael's confidence in her abilities. "I can't thank you enough, Heather. I know you must have been instrumental in the decision. I don't know how to repay you."

"Yes, you do owe me. I will have to remember that in the future. But first, break out your Nigeria analysis and get it updated by next Monday. You have a date with the new president and the board to outline your proposal. The board's worried about the rebels.

After ten years since your last analysis, they are still fighting the international companies. I hope you have a new set of luggage. You might be going to Nigeria real soon."

Natia never even considered going to Nigeria. She was a CFO, they didn't travel to far-off countries, but she wouldn't let them down, knowing that she could do anything if she put her mind to it. Ten years ago, she said she was going to be the CFO at this company, and she succeeded. Now, she had a chance to take her career much further than she had ever even considered. "I'll be ready. For anything."

Natia never worked so hard than she did in the next week. She pulled together her entire staff, all of them taking parts of the analysis, a meeting on Friday night to put it all together. Natia worked on the hardest part, the analysis of the rebels. There was a lot of information available on them, but Natia felt it was more misinformation, planted by the government to discredit the rebels, or planted by the rebels to throw the government off their tracks. This was the toughest part of the analysis to crack. She knew that Heather might be correct. It might require Natia to go to Nigeria and try to learn first hand as much as she could. That worried her. It had been a long time, but her fears were still deeply rooted in her head. Common men, like the ones that finally forced Natia to look introspectively at her own life with Bradford and Robert and make a switch, women that wanted her for her beauty just as men did, and last, but her greatest, fear was black men.

She didn't know exactly what it was, but it was partly the stereotype of black men having large cocks. She had been with many men with large cocks, Bradford forcing her to perform with them in spite of their size, but it was still nothing compared to what she expected from a black man. She was probably being foolish, some black men probably had small or average cocks, just like white men, but that did little to allay her fears. She just feared that they wanted to get back at white women for centuries of mistreatment, and her beauty made her a prime specimen to seek their revenge. Now, she was coming face to face with her greatest fear in going to a country where the population was almost entirely black and most hostile to Americans in general.

Natia masturbated that night, forced to her knees, a large black man standing over her, his thick black cock slapping her face like a club until she opened her mouth and took him in.

Her hands were behind her, just as Bradford had forced her to do, keeping them still as the black man guided her head in all the ways that gave him the pleasure he wanted from her mouth. She came hard, but her dream always ended just before he came. Would he taste the same as a white man? Will I drown in all the cum that would shoot out from his heavy, black balls? She never knew the answer.

Natia was nervous the first time she met Michael formally as her boss. She was called to his office the first day, Heather sitting in a chair across from his desk, a white suit clinging to her body, no longer wearing the black clothes of grieving. Natia felt a bit jealous of her in spite of her own beauty. Natia was always so confidant at her ability to attract men, though it came with a price, often she chose the wrong type of men. That is why the ten years of almost celibacy, afraid of her own choices.

Monday she would be giving her presentation, but she was ready. Ready for anything but going to Nigeria.

"Come in, Natia." Michael stood up, looking at her as she entered. Two beautiful women in his office at one time, but he suspected there was a big difference in them. Michael knew Heather well already, and they would never mix sexually. But Natia was a different story.

She had a vulnerability that he saw in her eyes the first time he looked into them. Those big, beautiful, green eyes revealed her deepest secrets. He held out his hand, feeling her soft, small hand in his. He squeezed harder, holding her hand as he looked at her. "I look forward to a good working relationship, Natia. I know I can count on you for anything." He continued to hold her hand until he could feel that she was uncomfortable. He finally released her hand. He watched her as she sat down next to Heather, those long legs looking so inviting.

Natia could still feel his touch on her hand. He squeezed her hand too tight, but it only made her wet, trying to keep her mind away from her vivid imagination and back on track.

Was Michael like Bradford? Will I have two to contend with...Michael and Heather? Her life was getting very complicated. Maybe it would be good that she could go to Nigeria and get away from it all.

"Is your presentation as good as I expect?" He sat back in the chair.

"Yes, you won't be disappointed." Natia was confidant.

"I have a lot riding on a Nigerian acquisition. Heather and I both do. We would lose a lot of the board's support if it failed." Michael was counting a lot on Natia.

"I won't let you down, neither of you." Natia's voice was more confident than it had ever been. She knew it was the right path for the company. The only complication was the rebels, always a dicey bet. They had to make peace with them first. No matter what. Natia would figure out how to do it.

Their meeting lasted almost two hours, going over everything, from the company's executive compensation, employee morale, profits and opportunities. It was a productive meeting, and Natia felt good about it when it broke up. She went back to her office, and it was later in the day that Heather walked in, closing the door behind her, even though most of the employees had gone home for the day. "Can I get you some water?" Natia was getting up to get herself one, her lips suddenly so dry. Was it Heather that was making me nervous?

"Yes, I do have a sudden thirst," though it wasn't for water that Heather lusted. Natia had taken off her jacket and her blouse was open two buttons down in the front. Heather walked silently up behind her, her arms reaching out and sliding them around Natia's waist as she spoke. "I like your confidence."

Her body jerked from the unexpected touch, but she froze where she was, a bottle of water in her hand, feeling her hands shaking. She could smell the sweet fragrance of Heather's perfume, feel her light breathing on her neck, sending chills up her spine.

"Thannnk yoouu," barely able to get the words out her dry lips.

Heather turned her around, looking into her eyes, seeing her submission in them. She didn't want to scare her off. "Are your lips dry, Natia?" Heather took the bottle of water from Natia's hand, opening it and taking a drink of the cold water.

"Yyyyess," her voice trembling. Her lips quivered, Heather standing in front of her, able to feel her body so close. She didn't know what to do, waiting, waiting for Heather to tell her.

For Heather to guide her. She felt Heather's soft hands on her chin, tilting her head back, Heather licking her lips until they were wet. She knew what was coming, but she was ill prepared for the feelings. Heather moved close until there lips were so close that sparks flew across them, but they still didn't touch. It was driving Natia crazy, not knowing when.

She never felt anything like it when they finally kissed, her lips soft and gentle, not like a man's kiss. Heather's tongue slipped over Natia's dry lips, bathing them with the cool water, Natia never feeling such tenderness before. Heather moved closer until Natia felt a woman's breasts pushed against hers, feeling her nipples harden suddenly from the unexpected touch. Natia could only imagine what it would feel like if both of their breasts were bare and touching like this. She tightened her thighs, her pussy feeling as if it were flooding her panties.

"Stick out your tongue, Natia." Heather rubbed her breasts back and forth over Natia's, her nipples hard and responding to the touch of another woman. Natia obeyed without question, Heather's lips engulfing it and drawing it into her mouth. So obedient, Heather had to get her into bed. Or at least into her playroom. She could teach her many things.

Heather's arms were around her, holding her close, Natia's hands hanging down at her sides, not sure what to do, afraid of doing anything. She felt her tongue drawn deep into Heather's mouth, their lips meshing, Heather's tongue dancing over hers. Natia could barely breathe, the suddenness of this whole thing catching her unexpectedly and ill prepared. It wasn't anything like a man, gentle, unhurried, more loving and less lust.

Heather finally pulled away, their lips wet, Natia licking her lips.

Heather looked at Natia, Natia's pink tongue coming out to lick her kiss away. What a lovely tongue, imaging what it would feel like between her legs. Heather's fingers unbuttoned the next two buttons of Natia's blouse, her hands still held submissively at her sides. Heather ran her finger along the deep cleavage, tiny goosebumps appearing on her bosom, but it was Natia's nipples that were hard and showing their apparent arousal.

"Have you ever been with a woman before, Natia?" Her fingers went inside Natia's blouse, teasing along the satiny bra until her fingers rubbed over one hard nipple that threatened to bust loose from her bra.

"NNNOOO," her voice trembling, the touch on her nipple racing to between her legs. She wished Heather would move closer so she could rub her urgent pussy against her.

Heather pulled her hand from her blouse, buttoning back up the two buttons. "Then we both have something to look forward to, Natia. Are you frightened of that, Natia?"

"Yes," she murmured softly.

"That's good, Natia. You should be. Now, do a good job on Monday." Heather slapped her ass before she left. "Yes, you should be afraid of me." She walked out, leaving Natia still standing there.

It took Natia a few moments before she could even move, still feeling Heather's lips on hers, the touch of their breasts, the finger that slid inside her blouse and teased her nipple until her panties were soaked. Even the linger sting on her ass where Heather had spanked her. Yes, she said it, spanked her. She finally had to sit down, her mind in a state of confusion, wishing she were home so she could put her hand between her thighs and extinguish the lust that was throbbing.

It was a long weekend, all of the team bringing together the data they had compiled, Natia working all weekend to put it together into a comprehensive report. The final unanswered question was the rebels, and only with a visit to Nigeria would she be able to dig to find the answer to that question.

Just before the presentation, Heather popped into Natia's office. Natia's heart skipped a beat when she saw her.

"Are we okay, Natia?

"Yes," Natia answered without thinking. Or stuttering.

Heather closed the door behind her, walking over to Natia's desk. "Prove it."

"What do you mean?"

"Stand up." Heather looked at her. She obeyed without question, standing up, Heather looking down at the short skirt and the long legs.

"Pull up your skirt to you waist." It took only a second, Heather seeing it in her eyes. She didn't even look down, knowing that Natia's hands went to her skirt and was pulling it up.

Natia stopped moving, Heather finally taking her eyes and moving down. She was

beautiful, a thong barely covering a plump mound. Her legs were slightly spread on purpose. Heather's hand moved down over her abdomen until she felt the puffy lips of her pussy, squeezing them as a soft moan came from Natia's lips. She squeezed her pussy lips together as she kissed Natia's lips lightly. She broke the kiss, but her fingers lingered on her pussy, sliding up and down the divide until she felt the moisture and heat of her insides. "I'll enjoy knowing that your pussy is wet when you give the presentation." She pulled her fingers away but put them into her mouth and sucked away her sweet nectar.

"You taste good." She left her standing there, Natia rushing to pull her skirt down when she heard the door opening.

She should have been flustered by Heather, but she wasn't. She was self-confidant, running through her presentation and the questions afterward with flawless technique. She knew she had them before she was finished, proud of her abilities. Michael and Heather were impressed, thanking her as she left the meeting so they could decide. Natia went back to her office, waiting impatiently for an hour before Michael came in with the news.

"I hope you have all your shots. You're going to Nigeria in two days. The project was put to the head of the list. We have two properties that we are interested in. One is not as profitable as the other, but it is safely in the government's control. The other has the highest potential, but even though it is guarded by government troops, it is the rebels that control the territory. You have to figure out in a week, which we should purchase. If it's the second project, you have to be able to secure a peace with the rebels. It's all in your hands, and I have every confidence in you."

Natia was prepared, a passport and visa already approved, her shots up to date, even for Africa. There was nothing to stop her but her irrational fear of blacks. Heather had already lined up security, a small group of highly trained, white mercenaries to guard and chauffeur her around the country. She would be prepared. "It's all set. I will leave on Wednesday."

Heather peeked into her office a short time later. "Wednesday is the day, I hear. Good luck. I knew you could do it."

"Thank you, I won't let you down." Natia wished she would come in and shut the door, able to feel her fingers still lingering on her sex. Heather was just like Bradford, demanding. That had ended badly, but this was different. Heather was a woman and knew what a woman needed. She just had to teach Natia what to do. Or what Natia would have to do to her. Natia grew excited at the prospects.

"We can get together when you get back."

Natia knew exactly what she meant. "Yes, I would love that."

"Yes, you will. I'll see you before you leave. Do you have everything planned with the security guards? Bill Marshal is good, I have used his company many times, and you can trust him with your life."

"It's all scheduled out. He will pick me up at the airport, and I won't be out of his sight until I board the plane for the return trip. I feel safe with him. Thank you for hooking him up with me." Natia had gone over the plans time and time again, fearing for her safety among a predominately black population.

"Your safety is important to me. I have my ulterior reasons to have you back in one piece.

I have my plans for you."

"You made that perfectly clear to me this morning." Natia became bold. "I might be dominating in the office, but you will find me the opposite in the bedroom."

"I am counting on that, Natia. I am counting on your absolute obedience. I am going to take you to places you have never been before."

"Yes, Mistress." She turned red when she said it, but she saw the pleased smile on Heather's face. She walked out, leaving Natia wet with desire. It was strange that a woman could excite her so much.

The private jet took off as scheduled on Wednesday. Natia was the only passenger. It was a long flight, Natia putting her feet up and catching a couple hours of sleep just to keep out the boredom of the monotonous drone of the jet engines as it crossed the ocean. She would have to go through customs, but once she got through that, Bill Marshal and his crew would pick her up. It should all go like clockwork.

Meanwhile, back at the corporate headquarters, Heather was making two long-distance phone calls to Nigeria. The first was to Bill Marshal. "Can you hear me, Bill? The connection has a lot of static." It suddenly went clear as though Bill had somehow miraculously fixed it.

"Loud and clear." He had known Heather and her husband for lots of years, working for them when they traveled outside the country.

"Are you ready?" Heather asked him.

"Are you sure this is what you want?" Bill never went against his customers’ wishes. You don't stay in business that long doing that.

"Yes, positively."

"Let me make it clear. You want me to separate the vehicle with Natia in it from the guard vehicles right outside of the airport? For five minutes?"

"Those are my instructions." Heather repeated.

"You realize that she will be vulnerable to being captured by the rebels? She's just the type of captive that they would want, forcing you to negotiate for her release. It's a short time frame, but they could possibly pull it off in those five minutes." Bill knew that she had a plan, but the less he knew the better.

"My next phone call will guarantee it. Will your driver be safe?"

"A little worse for the wear, but he will be paid handsomely. They will only want her."

"You will have the money you need if you pull this off as I planned."

"I will do my share, you will have to get the rebels to cooperate and do theirs. You do know that I can't guarantee what they will do to her. She's a pretty, white woman, and they do have a tendency to be rough on their captives. Especially white women. They're going to play with her for a while before they even contact you." Heather was taking a big chance with this woman.

"I don't think she will be worse for the wear. Thanks for your help and keep in touch."

Heather hung up, making the second phone call. It took only a few minutes to give out the location where the vehicles will separate. She knew the contact well. It would get to the correct party. Heather had read Natia's original proposal. They needed a way to contact the rebels. This was simple. Heather would make it worthwhile for them to contact her.

The money they would pay for ransom would be worth it. Natia would be a useful

negotiator in the future, having "intimate" knowledge of the rebels if her assumptions of what they would do to her were correct.

The plane touched down in the heat of the day, the vapors rising up from the hot asphalt as the plane touched down effortlessly. There was jungle all around Akure Airport, in spite of the city rising up in the near distance. It would be a short ride to the city where Natia had arranged to meet with the Oil Ministry in the morning. This was in the Ondo State located in the Niger Delta, home of all the oil properties. The safest property was next to Port Harcourt, the riskiest with the highest reward was here in the Ondo State.

Natia took off her suit jacket the moment the door open and the hot, humid almost one hundred-degree air swept into the air-conditioned plane. The stairs were immediately brought to the door, Natia wishing she hadn't worn a suit and blouse. Tomorrow she would find slacks to wear. The fear gripped her as soon as she saw the men. Black men were scurrying around the plane, all of them stopping to stare at her as she climbed down the steep stairs to the hot tarmac. She wished she didn't have on the skirt now, the steep stares leaving a lot of leg revealed, not sure that they couldn't look up her skirt without too much trouble. She hurried to get to the bottom of the stairs just as the military jeep pulled next to the plane. Two black soldiers got out, one an officer, the other enlisted, a machine gun hanging from his shoulder, his finger on the trigger as he looked around. Natia couldn't wait to see Bill Marshal and his men.

"Come this way," the officer spoke in perfect British English. Nigeria had been a British colony all the way until 1960, so English was the official language, although there were over 500 other languages spoken in the country. At least it made Natia's job easier, not needing a translator.

"Where are we going?" Natia asked nervously.

"I was instructed to take you to customs. If you would, please step into the jeep." He was trying to be nice, but white women offended him, this one even more. Rich and important with the oil company, she was coming to steal all of Nigeria's wealth.

One of the soldiers grabbed her bag, the other helping her up into the jeep, but it was awkward with her skirt, the jeep high, hard to get in without her skirt pulling up high. She could feel his eyes burning on her ass, glad she at least didn't wear a thong, certain her panties were showing as she hurried to sit down and try to cover her legs as best as she could in the cramped jeep. Her blouse was already beginning to stick to her from the humid heat, heading for the terminal, the hot air blowing not doing much to help as she sweated in the oppressive heat.

The terminal was not what she had expected, more a collection of small buildings. They pulled up next to a door that was clearly marked "Nigerian Customs Clearance."

"Take her bags," he ordered the soldier. "This way, please." He opened the door, but even the air conditioner inside could do little with the oppressive heat. They walked into a small office, a desk and table in the front, nothing else. He took off his hat, sitting behind the small desk. "I am Captain Uwa, head of airport customs. Welcome to Nigeria."

She didn't know what to do, no other chairs around to sit on, standing uncomfortably before him. She looked as the door opened and two soldiers came in, one of them carrying her two suitcases, putting them down on the table next to the captain. One still held the machine gun, the other began to open her bags. She knew better than to say anything, looking at the other two men looking at her. The two soldiers were big, enlisted men by the stripes on their sleeves. The Captain scared her more than the other two. He acted nice, but she could hear something in his voice, more disgust at even having to talk to her. She didn't dare look at the front of their pants, afraid of fueling her own insecurities.

"We have to be very careful with visitors coming into our country. Many of them try to smuggle money to fuel the rebel's futile insurrection. We take this very seriously and do everything in our power to stop it at our borders. We have found that the oil companies care more for their profits than our national security and will do anything, including making peace with the rebels by making payments of cash."

"You can be assured that I am not doing that. I am here only on a fact-finding tour of your beautiful country." Natia was using her natural charm to tame him, just as she did with any man, even if he was black.

"We will confirm that in our own way." He looked at her passport. "Natalia, is it?"

"Yes, sir," not even wanting him to call her Natia. More concerned about getting out. She looked over, her clothes spilling out of her suitcases, the soldier not looking at them, but taking them out. He was pouring through her underwear, his hands running over her panties, inspecting them each before putting them down.

"Very nice," Captain Uwa complimented her. His hand went below the desk to rearrange his cock.

She turned red as the soldier did the same with her bras, holding them up as if he were imagining how big her breasts were to fit in them. Natia was glad that she put back her vibrator at the last minute, unpacking it. She was sweating profusely, the air conditioner doing nothing but blowing the hot air around the room. She didn't understand how they weren't sweating as she was. Her blouse was stuck to her body, her arm pits stained with sweat.

"Are you nervous about something, Natalia?" There was a bead of sweat on her forehead.

"No, just hot." She was getting a little dizzy, swaying on her feet. "Can I sit down?"

"Not yet, Natalia." He stood up as the soldier emptied the last of her clothes out onto the table. He took a knife and ripped the lining of the suitcase, both of them until he was satisfied.

She had just bought them and now they were ruined, the lining hanging out from the edges. They were serious, looking through her makeup bag, even opening some of the bottles and smelling them. She watched as the Captain got up and walked over to her.

The other two soldiers were finished; maybe he would let her go now. "I told you I had nothing," trying to end it quickly.

"Yes, there is nothing in your suitcases, but a beautiful white woman like yourself has so many places to hide things. Like diamonds. They are so small, but valuable. You'd be surprised where we have found them hidden."

She backed up when he moved toward her. "No, please don't." She knew he was going to search her. Search her body. She looked at him, his large black hands.

"I am afraid it is my job, Natalia. You can make this easy and cooperate. Or else I will instruct my men to hold you down while I do it. They can be very brutal if they have to.

Nigeria is not like your country. You are a visitor and will abide by our rules. You don't have any rights here." Uwa looked at her, seeing her frightened eyes. Yes, he liked that. It had been a while since he searched a white woman so he would enjoy it. "Take off your blouse."

She backed up another step. "No, please. Please, I don't want to. No." Her voice was panicked.

"Take off your blouse, Natalia."

"No, no, please, no, no." The others were watching; all of them were waiting for her to undress for them.

"My next command will be for my men to hold you down. You will like that even less. Now take off your blouse, Natalia."

They started to move toward her, Natia knowing she wouldn't have a chance against them and not sure what they would do to her if they held her down. Her fingers went to her blouse, hurrying to open the buttons and take it off to end the shame of undressing.

Captain Uwa had a small riding crop in his hand. He lightly tapped her hand. "Slowly, Natia. Do it slowly." He stared into her eyes.

The men stopped moving toward her, but they got into a better position to see her. To see her as she stripped off her clothes. And then what? She had heard of cavity searches. Is that what he would do to me? Would he violate me with his fingers in front of the men?

Uwa looked at her as she slowly pulled the blouse open, a frilly little bra doing nothing more than entice two pillowy, white tits. She pulled it off her shoulders, her breasts arching out as she slipped it off her arms. He held out his hand, taking her blouse and putting in on the table. "The bra now, Natalia. Take off your bra." He saw the tears in her eyes, but her hands went around her back, unsnapping it, her hands going to the front to hold it up as she let the straps fall off her shoulders. "You're doing good, Natalia. A good girl. Now hand me your bra."

She handed him the bra as quickly as she could, one hand over her naked breasts, the other to give him the bra. She quickly put both hands over her breasts to hide them from the men that were eagerly ogling her flushed body from the waist up. Even in the heat of the room, she felt a chill run through her body, reminded of the way Bradford had forced her to strip naked for men ten years ago.

"Put your hands at your sides, Natalia. I need to make sure you are not hiding anything beneath your hands other than a lovely set of tits." Uwa's cock strained his pants as he watched her hands slide down to her sides, her fists clenched tight, her eyes closed as if no one could see her this way. Her upper body was flushed a bright red, Uwa enjoying shaming white women.

"AAAEEEWWW," she cried out, callused hands on her naked breasts. Please, don't let me grow aroused, the fingers lightly circling her nipples, struggling to keep them from growing more erect. It felt like her nipples were stretching to try to touch his fingers, unable to quench her increasing arousal.

"Open your eyes and look at my hands on your tits."

She looked down, his black hands lifting up her breasts, highlighted against her pale skin, his thumbs rubbing the edges or her areolas, feeling her nipples swelling. His fingers moved, Natia able to feel them before he even touched her nipples, seeing the strong, black fingers pinch her brown nipples. "MMMM," trying to contain her own lust. She looked at the others, all of them not even seeing her face, their eyes glued to their Captain molesting the white woman, wishing they were him. He pulled both of her nipples, Natia's hands clenched tightly at her side as she watched her brown nipples stretch, the black fingers digging painfully into the flesh, refusing to let go in spite of her nipples yanked out over two inches.

"Do you like that, Natalia? Your nipples are so hard. I think they like to be treated roughly."

He began to make her breasts bounce, pulling them up and down by her nipples until they jiggled erotically on her chest. Her lips clenched tight, but she dared not say a thing. He finally released them, taking one of her breasts in his hand, his fingernail ready to snap over the vulnerable nipple he had exposed. "You're going to love this, Natalia." SNAP, the thick thud of his hard nail hitting her nipple, followed by a sharp gasp by Natia. He took the other breast, performing the same harsh experiment on it. He looked at her nipples, like two ripe cherries ready to be plucked. "You're being a good girl, Natalia. Now take off your skirt for us."

Her nipples hurt, but hurt good. She didn't know why, but when his fingers pinched and snapped them, the pain quickly turned to pleasure. She was afraid of what he would do to her now, her hands moving to the waistband of her skirt, undoing the button, pulling the zipper down and releasing it until it fell on her feet. She bent down, her breasts swaying sexily as they watched her, picking up her skirt and handing it to him. She stood up straight, her hands at her sides, her full breasts heaving up and down, her hard nipples pointing out sharply. She was at least grateful that she didn't wear a thong, but her panties were low cut, barely above her neatly trimmed bush. She felt shameful, standing almost naked in her heels.

Uwa kneeled down in front of her, staring at her mound, sexily hidden by the fragile panties. "Spread your legs for me, Natalia. So I can search you." He touched the inside of her clenched thighs as he said it.

She shuffled her feet out, not far, a foot or so. She felt his hands on her legs, encircling her thighs, running up and down her legs as if he were patting her down. Except her legs were naked. She felt his hands sliding up between her legs, almost touching her crotch but moving away before he did. It was even worse, Natia not knowing when, but sure he would touch her pussy. His large thumb pushed hard into her skin along the edge of her panties, moving from one leg to the other.

"Turn around," he ordered her, his hands on her hips urging her until her back was to him.

His hands returned to her thighs, but this time, they didn't stop there. After pushing on her thighs, they slid up between her legs and down her crack before moving to her buttocks, pulling on them to the side until she felt her cheeks parting, thankful at least that she still had her panties on. She felt his hands move up to her waist, expecting him to pull her panties off; instead, he just pulled them up, his other hand smoothing over her ass cheeks to straighten all the creases from her panties. His fingers slipped into the legs of her panties, sliding up, over her cheeks, running down her naked crack and teasing along the back of her pussy before pulling out of her panties. She felt her pussy gushing juices from the unexpected touch. His fingers did it again, this time slower, pausing as it slid down her crack, touching her pussy from behind.

He could smell her arousal. He would make this one cum for him. He would show this white woman what a whore she was. He pushed out on the inside of her thighs until her legs spread wider, his fingers returning to the gap between her legs to find her pussy lips, pushing her panties between them as he used two fingers to open her up. He heard her gasping, feeling her heat and wetness. With one hand between her legs, he used his thumb to press between her buttocks, failing to feel her clench her cheeks as his thumb felt the heat of her anus. He rocked his hand back and forth, masturbating her. He deserted her pussy, his hands finding her naked ass cheeks and pulling apart her buttocks, his imagination taking over of what lay beneath her panties as her cheeks parted.

"Bring over a chair." They almost fell over themselves to bring a wooden chair and putting it in front of Natalia. He put his hand between her thighs, touching her pussy. "Bend over and put your hands on the chair."

Her hair hung down in her face, feeling her naked breasts hanging beneath her as she bent over, feeling his hand between her legs as she did.

"Spread your legs," tapping her inside thighs. "Wider this time." He watched as her legs spread so obediently, her panties pulling tight over her buttocks and her pussy. "I think she wouldn't mind if you play with her breasts." The soldiers jumped on her in a second, each one grabbing one of her dangling, bare breasts.

She felt four hands attacking her. Her legs spread wide, Captain Uwa pulling her panties tight, his fingers tracing every bulge and fold of her pussy with his hands. The soldiers were pinching and pulling on her breasts and nipples, youthful, inexperienced fingers too rough, but Natia couldn't do anything about it, even if she wanted to. Her juices were flowing freely when his thumbs dug into her cheeks, feeling her pussy and buttocks spreading apart, grateful that she still had panties on. She felt the tug on her pussy, his thumbs pulling apart her buttocks until she felt her anal ring forced open. He yanked the edge of her panties up, her buttocks bared, her panties forced into her spread.

"Hold still," he warned her.

She felt his fingers close to her crack, pulling her panties up until they were forced into the deep divide. Then she felt it, her panties pulled to one side, strong fingers pulling on her cheeks until she could almost feel his breath on her anus. He had uncovered her anus, holding her cheeks apart as she felt his burning eyes staring at her most intimate hole.

The fingers moved, pressing and pushing her cheeks, her anal ring opening and closing in unexpected spasms. As quick as he exposed her anus, the panties were back, concealing her anus as his hands kneaded her ass cheeks. "Stand up," pulling her up from the chair, the soldiers disappointed that her breasts were taken from them.

She stood up, looking at her breasts, red marks on them where the soldiers had been too rough, her nipples twice their normal size. She felt one of Captain Uwa's hands in front, the other behind her, both of them finding her pussy and rubbing. He did that for a minute, until the one behind her stopped, going to the top of her panties, Natia gasping as his hand slid inside and ran over her naked ass cheeks. His hand slid through her sweat-drenched crack, over her anus and touching her pussy, shamed that he found her so wet.

His slick fingers slid back over her crack, his fingertip tapping lightly on her anus before he pulled it out of her panties.

"Turn around." She didn't even have to be told to spread her legs, obediently doing it as Uwa stood up, his hand between her legs and pinching her pussy lips as he stared into her eyes. "If you are a good girl, you can cum for me." He moved behind her, pushing the chair out of the way so he would have enough room.

She looked over her shoulder, seeing him behind her, and then feeling him pressing up against her almost-naked buttocks. She couldn't let him make her cum, not in front of all of them. She felt it, her fear confirmed, a thick cock pushed between her cheeks as she looked down to see his black hands highlighted against her white panties. His fingers found her slit, sliding up and down until they slid her panties between them and his fingers began the gentle masturbation of her pussy. She pushed back, feeling his cock jerk against her buttocks.

That is all the encouragement Uwa needed, one hand on her bare stomach holding her in place, the other between her panty-covered pussy lips, he began to slide his cock up and down her ass, humping her as he enjoyed the feel of her soft buttocks around his cock. He would pinch her pussy lips to encourage her hips to shoot back onto his cock, then returning to masturbate her gently again.

Now she was scared that he would do more than masturbate her, humping her like a horny dog, his hard cock feeling like a log between her cheeks.

Each time she tried to bend over when his fingers dug too deep between her lips, he would force her rigid, her pussy arched out, inviting his fingers to fondle her. He stopped again, his hand sliding over her abdomen until he got to the top of her panties. She felt his fingers creeping beneath the waistband and the next touch was his fingers on her naked pussy. There were no preliminaries, his fingers sliding down her lips and finding her hot, tight hole. "EEEEHHH," suddenly impaled by two thick fingers, shoving into her hole as he pulled her back as his fingers skewered her. He began to finger her, Natia shamed by the noise her wet pussy made. He pulled out from behind her, one hand still in the front of her panties, the other slipping in her panties behind, slowly sliding down her naked ass crack to attack her pussy from behind, the twin hands touching all of the intimate crack of her body.

His hand was soaked as he masturbated her, Natalia spreading her legs wider, her panties too confining for his large hand. He continued to touch every part of her body, from her tight, hot hole, piercing her with two fingers, making her groan when he spread her from deep within. He took her hand, putting it on top of his as he forced her to guide his masturbation of her pussy.

He went from the inside of her panties to the outside for over five minutes, continuing to keep her wet and wanting. He stopped again, Natia frustrated, wanting to cum in spite of her shame. The other two soldiers were staring at her.

Captain Uwa moved to her side, hooking one finger on each side of her panties at her hips, sliding them down over her hips until they were pulled to just beneath her neatly trimmed bush, much more shameful to be stripped partially then to be completely naked.

He pulled a tuft of her pubic hairs, releasing them when they pulled out from her mound, his fingers finding her naked pussy lips slick in her juices. He fingered her again, this time with three fingers, running them in and out of her pussy, feeling her muscles clenching on them as if she were thanking him.

He turned her around, hands yanking her panties down the last inch, her ass naked all the way down to her pussy.

"Come around this way, you will want to see this." Captain Uwa grabbed her naked cheeks, pulling them apart harshly until her anus and pussy was obscenely exposed from behind. "Look at that nice, brown ass hole. It looks like it's winking at us." He massage her cheeks, making her anus open and close, his fingers digging into her pussy until her pink insides were revealed to the harsh lights.

His fingers were harsh, feeling like her crack was going to tear when he pulled her cheeks so far apart. Her anus was opening without being touched, his fingers clenching on her buttocks, keeping her cheeks open as he massaged them, Natia feeling a tearing in her ring as he kept her obscenely exposed. All of them were peering between her cheeks, his hands holding her cheeks spread, his fingers moving in closer to stretch her pussy lips or to tug at her anus. She turned red in humiliation, but it only got worse.

He kept her cheeks apart with one hand, spitting on his other hand. He put one hand in front of her, slipping between her legs and spearing her pussy with two fingers. She arched back as the fingers slipped in, but Uwa was ready. He put his slick middle finger on her anus, and as she slid back, her anus engulfed his finger until it was deep into her rectum. He couldn't believe how hot and tight she was.

She tried to get away, crying out when the wet finger slipped into her anus. "No, not there, take it out," but the finger was already inside her, moving around, stretching her, bringing back the memories of the sodomies she suffered before.

"You like being penetrated front and back, Natalia? Ever take a cock up your ass?" Her insides felt like it was swallowing up his fingers, fucking her back and forth.

The soldiers brought back the chair in front of Natia, but they moved behind her so they could see all of her charms.

"Bend over, and I will bring you off, Natalia. You'll like that." She grabbed the chair again, her ass arching up. Uwa pulled her cheeks apart, her tiny anus and pink pussy ripe for his fingers. He started with her pussy, keeping her ass cheeks spread as two fingers began to fuck her. He pulled her panties down her legs, taking them off of her feet. "Spread your legs real wide, Natalia, and bow over deeper. I want your ass obediently up in the air."

She did without question, his fingers pulling apart her cheeks, one finger slipping up her anus while three fingers slipped inside her pussy.

She was never treated so shamelessly as she was now. Not even by Bradford and his friends. She was bent over, her legs spread wide, fingers holding her cheeks apart, three men so close to her ass and sex that she could feel their breath blowing on her. She was being masturbated, fingers sliding in and out, switching from her pussy to her anus without warning.

"Stand up straight," Uwa pulling his fingers from her anus, feeling her muscles grip them as if she didn't want to let them go. "Time to finish her off. You take her tits. Suck on them, and I don't think she'd mind too much if you bite on her nipples. You take her ass. I think two fingers should do it. Keep her stretched open. I'll take her pussy; three fingers should do it to bring her off."

She should try to stop them, but she knew it would do no good. And she wasn't sure that she wanted to stop them. She was on the edge of cumming and needed it, no matter how they did it. She felt a mouth latch onto one of her breasts, lips sealing them as he sucked her nipple deep into her mouth, the sharp pain as his teeth sank into her areola to trap her nipple inside as he tongue danced over it. One finger became two, spreading her legs wider to accommodate the two thick fingers that spread her anal ring until it burned. His fingers slipped inside her, opening up, testing the elasticity of her anus as Captain Uwa went to work on her pussy. His large fingers were shoved inside her, touching, stretching, moving in and out as her juices coated them liberally. She couldn't have stopped the orgasm that hit her if she wanted to, coming like a freight train, the fingers in her pussy sounding so loud as the fingers fucked her soaked pussy. She didn't know what triggered it, the sharp teeth biting on her nipple, her body afraid he would chew it off. Or when she turned behind her, seeing the black hands slipping between her alabaster cheeks, fat fingers pushing inside her rectum, pushing against the soft walls, or the fingers in her pussy, feeling like a fat cock, looking down to see the black arms between her legs, or wishing that it was a black cock that was inside her. She came noisily and messily, her juices leaving a puddle beneath her, screaming again and again as the pleasure swept through her body. "Put your black hands deep inside me. Make me cum!"

She was sitting on the floor in a puddle of her own cum.

"You may go now, Natalia. Enjoy your stay in Nigeria. I hope I see you again. I would love to give you this black cock in your mouth, pussy and ass hole until you are begging." They left her to get dressed, trying to regain her composure. She thought she would be satisfied, but instead, it only made her hornier. Was it because I didn't get that black cock that I was afraid of? She had felt Captain Uwa behind her, a monster in his pants.

"How was your trip, Natia?" Bill and four other men were waiting patiently for her. Nigerian customs was never known for its expediency, especially when they had a white woman to inspect.

She felt safe again, surrounded by five white men in a sea of blacks. Bill was everything she expected: tall, muscular and dominating in his presence. "Long, I'm tired and need a hot shower."

Bill look at her. It looked like she stepped out of a shower but with her clothes on. "It's not far to the hotel."

The men grabbed her bags, taking her out to three black SUV's waiting at the curb. Natia could see at least four other men in them, the black-tinted windows making it difficult to see inside.

"I'll be in the lead SUV, one will be behind you. This is Tom; he will be your driver." Bill opened the door to the back seat of the SUV, seeing Natia scramble to get inside the air-conditioned SUV. Nice legs, noticing long, lean legs when her skirt pulled up high as she climbed into the high, back seat.

"Thanks," feeling the cool breeze blowing on her as the door shut behind her. She leaned back in the seat. She couldn't wait until she got back to the hotel for the hot bath and some nice masturbation. Captain Uwa had left her still wanting, in spite of making her cum. She felt the vehicle taking off, her eyes half closed as her head filled with the thoughts of black cocks being rubbed over her face until she opened her mouth to take them inside.

Bill pulled the SUV over to the side of the road, waving the other to pass. The one following took a right with Bill's vehicle, Natia and Tom left to fend for themselves.

General Kalu couldn't believe his luck. His contact had been correct, able to pinpoint the location where the vehicles would split up. He would be paid handsomely for his efforts.

Kalu had fifteen minutes to pull this off. "Let's go, hurry." The seven jeeps pulled out of the old building, racing after the black SUV. He already had the road blocked ahead, the SUV

skidding to a halt as it came to the blocked road, the large truck looking like it was broken down.

Sssccrreech. The tires skidded on the road, Natia almost thrown out of the seat as the SUV halted abruptly. "What is it?" Natia voice already showed her fear, seeing the large van blocking the road, Tom with a revolver in his hand as the SUV finally came to a stop.

The other jeeps circled it like a band of Indians, the soldiers jumping out with their weapons drawn.

"Don't worry, the vehicle's bullet proof, the doors locked." Tom didn't know where the other vehicles were, but he would only have to hold out for a short while before they would come to his rescue.

The men were in front of the vehicle, their rifles pointed at the windows. One of them fired, the window shattering but not breaking.

"See, I told you." Hurry up, Bill, Tom thought as more men spilled from the jeeps. "Shit!"

The soldier had a shoulder-mounted grenade launcher aimed at the front of the vehicle, all of the others stepping back away from the blast zone. "Open the door, or we'll blast the front end of your beautiful SUV," General Kalu shouted to the driver.

Natia sat up in the back seat. "Will it go through the window?"

"The window, the hood, the engine, it will go through bulletproof metal like a hot knife going through butter."

"What are we going to do?"

"The only thing we can. Give up. Bill will get to us soon, don't worry." Tom put the gun on the front seat and opened the door. He was instantly yanked to the ground, the butt of a gun hitting him in the head and that was the last thing he remembered.

They were everywhere, all of the doors opening up and the soldiers mobbed Natia. Black hands grabbed her, pulling her out of the vehicle. She scraped her knees as she fell to the ground, but the hand that slapped her shook her head, seeing stars as she tried to recover. She could hear the voices all around her.

"Tie her up and let's get out of here," General Kalu ordered his men. They took pleasure in submitting white women to their control.

A gag was stuffed into her mouth, silencing her screams, the scarf tied around her head, her mouth was opened wide, the white scarf splitting her lips open. She could barely breathe, her nostrils flaring as she tried to fill her air-starved lungs. Strong hands grabbed her wrists, digging into the flesh, bruising them. She thought her shoulders were going break when her arms were pulled behind her, something rough like rope wrapped around her wrists until her fingers began to tingle from the numbness.

"Give her to me," General Kalu said as he got into the back of the hummer. They threw her in like a sack of potatoes, thrown on her back, her skirt high up her long, lean white legs. "Let's go, we have to get into the jungle before the troops come."

He looked at her, a tear in her eye, staring at him with a frightened look that made his cock hard. They would pay dearly to get her back, but first, she would pay him with her body. She would just need a little convincing. Two days and she would suck and fuck without as much as a whimper.

He was an officer, but his hands were anything but gentlemanly. He tied her ankles together, this time a leather strap pulled too tight. He held her with one hand, Natia looking down to see the large, black hand silhouetted on her white skin. His fingers dug into her flesh, asserting his authority over her as if the ropes and straps keeping her bound weren't enough. She could hear the sounds of the city disappearing as they sped away, Natia worrying the longer they drove, the small stores along the road turning to green jungle, the road turning from asphalt to gravel. Her hope of Bill rescuing her within minutes turned to despair the deeper they drove into the jungle. Natia could feel the hand still on her leg, but it didn't move, just the pressure of the black hand on her scared her. She didn't dare move, her arms behind her back aching from being pinned beneath her, but she suffered in silence.

It took an hour, the jungle getting denser until the road was barely wide enough to handle the largest vehicles. They pulled into the compound, a cluster of small, metal buildings, coated with a thick coat of rust and moss, hidden from the sky by a cluster of thick trees.

They were deep in the jungle, far from where anyone would look or dared to look, for this was General Kalu's territory, the government troops scared to venture into his lands.

They pulled her out of the vehicle, the officer undoing the straps on her legs so they could pull her along. She looked around, but all she saw was jungle and black soldiers, all of them stopping to look at her as though she was fresh meat for them. Natia feared that she would be gang raped by many black cocks before she would be released, the terror of her worst nightmare becoming a reality. She kept tripping, but they would just grab her and yank her along like an animal. The jungle was hot and humid, shoved into a building that was not much better. Five soldiers inside stopped the moment she walked in, all eyes on her. She looked down, her blouse opened almost to her waist; the buttons must have popped open when she struggled. Her skirt was stuck to her legs, high up, leaving a lot of leg revealed. Her shoes were gone, her bare feet stumbling along the dirty floor.

Captain Oni was waiting for them, hoping that General Kalu was successful. He had promised him a white woman he could enjoy. Captain Oni's specialty was strict bondage of female prisoners. By time he was finished with them, they would consent to anything, and then General Kalu and his men would take over and put her through her paces, forcing her into the most degrading sexual acts with many men. With black soldiers that had a hatred for white women and took it out on them with their cocks.

"She's all yours, Captain Oni." He whispered to him before he left them alone. "Let her see Dayo first. Let her think about her future."

Oni knew exactly what he was talking about. She would see Dayo before Oni blindfolded her. She would soon have lots of time to think about it.

Natia saw them circling around her like predators getting ready to attack their prey, and she was the prey. The new one, the officer, looked at her with an evil glint in his eyes. The General that captured her was leaving her, leaving her alone to this one. She feared him more than the General. Her wrists ached from the ropes that bound them too tight, her drool running down her chin, the gag stretching her lips. There were at least a dozen other soldiers in the room, all of them looking at her, Natia fearing being raped by these black men more then anything else.

Oni turned her head toward the toilet in the corner of the room, Dayo stepping over to it, pulling down his zipper as he looked over at the frightened white woman forced to stare at him. He fished his cock out of his pants and let it hang down from the opening of his pants, willing his cock not to get hard, even though the thought of fucking this white woman excited him.

He was a huge man, a huge, black man, thick arms and thicker thighs. His shirt was pulled tightly over his chest, Natia able to see his muscles rippling beneath the tight shirt.

Her eyes were drawn down to his hands, the sound of his zipper pulling down in the silent room sounding so ominous. His hands moved inside his pants, Natia trying to turn her head when she saw it pulled from his pants.

"You watch that, woman", Oni forcing her head back to look at him. "Bet you never seen anything that big before." He laughed as Dayo fished the monster from his pants, pretending to take a piss.

Natia was forced to watch as the monster, black cock popped into view, as thick as a baby's arm, it hung down almost to his knees. His hand held it, until it stood out in front of him like a tree branch. Not only was it long, but thick, the shaft leading up to the bulbous head. The head was smooth, shiny and black, but the shaft was covered with spiraling, thick veins. She was ashamed to watch him piss into the toilet, a powerful jet of yellow piss streaming out for what seemed like eternity. He shook it, pushing it back into his pants. He turned to her as he pulled up his zipper, adjusting the front of his pants, the thick cock still clearly visible.

Oni enjoyed the horrified look on her face, but that would only be one of her problems. He would be her worst enemy. He nodded to the other two soldiers waiting for the word.

"Prepare her."

She didn't even see it coming, though she was expecting it. The gag was pulled from her mouth, but before she could fill her lungs, something was shoved into her mouth, tasting like rubber. Her lips were forced to spread so wide that she was sure that the corner of her mouth was torn. It filled her mouth, sitting like a giant ball inside, her tongue forced to the bottom, unable to move. It sat in the back of her mouth, almost sealing her throat, her nostrils flaring as she tried to breathe. Everything suddenly went dark, something pulled over her head and covering her eyes, feeling the pressure of something around her head like a tight band. Powerful hands held her tight as her senses were silenced, something shoved into her ears until she could only hearing the ringing in her head. Her heart was racing a hundred miles an hour, trying to breathe, unable to fill her lungs. She was completely shut off to everything around her except for the strong, callused hands that held her immobile, Natia fearing what would happen next.

"Into the sweat room; lets see how she'll like five or six hours in there." They shoved her into the other room, the metal walls and roof radiating the heat from the hot sun shining through the foliage. "I'll take over," Oni now onto the part that he enjoyed. He grabbed the leather straps, pulling her arms up behind her, replacing the ropes holding her wrists together with the worn, black straps, her wrists crossed, the black leather splitting her white skin. He took another strap, this time at her elbows, slipping one end through the buckle and began to draw it slowly tighter, her elbows forced together, watching as her breasts began to thrust out as her back was forced to arch. A third leather strap was secured around her upper arms, Oni wishing he could hear her groans of pain, but the ball gag silenced her.

Her arms were drawn up behind her, straps around her wrists less painful than the rough rope, but a second strap was around her elbows. She thought her shoulders her going to break, her arms drawn together until she felt her elbows touching. It got worse, another strap on her upper arm, the pain overwhelming her senses as her arms were pinned to each other, her shoulders feeling like they were bending. She was forced to bend over, anything to decrease the pain in her shoulders. She felt him behind her, not hearing him or seeing him, just the feel of his cock pushed against her ass as she was bent over submissively. She felt something around her chest, high above her breasts, half expecting him to feel her up since she was bound, but he didn't touch her breasts. Instead, she felt it tighten, digging deep into her flesh. He moved away from her, but the pressure on her upper chest continued. Had he tied a rope around my chest? Why would he do that?

Oni grabbed the second rope, moving behind her, rubbing his cock back and forth over her thrust-out ass, feeling the contractions of her buttocks as if she could stop him from doing anything he wanted to her bound body. That would be later, when she is least expecting it. He tied the other rope around her body, this time just beneath her lovely, dangling breasts. He pulled it tighter, hearing the air escaping from her nose as he squeezed the oxygen from her lungs. She began to panic as she tried to fill her lungs, finding the rope constricting her breathing.

He was back, feeling him push against her, this time obscenely rubbing his cock up and down her ass, masturbating on her. She felt it around her, tightening again, this time beneath her breasts, then felt the tremendous pressure, the air squeezed from her lungs as it tightened too tight. She couldn't breathe, panicking, her struggles pushing her ass back and forth over his cock, but she couldn't fill her lungs, just short breaths, her nostrils flaring, sucking the precious air in and out.

He waited for her to finally calm down, resigned to the constricting bondage around her chest, enjoying her delightful squirming against his hard cock. He reluctantly moved away from those tight, little cheeks, picking up the other short pieces of rope and went to work on those beautiful breasts. He pulled her head up by her hair, forcing her to stand up rigid, her bound arms pinned lovingly behind her back. He went to work on the proud, perky tits until he was satisfied with his handiwork, stepping back to admire his work. Her once-proud breasts were now confined tightly into a latticework of ropes that crossed the top rope and the bottom rope. Each of her breasts were pushed out into long cones, the ropes pushing from both sides until there was only two inches between them, the flesh forced to compress deeply. He could see the online of her nipples, swollen with trapped blood, forced into unwanted hardness.

She couldn't believe it. It felt like her breasts were pressed in a vise, trapping her flesh and squeezing them so tight that the blood throbbed in her nipples until they felt like they would burst. She was sure that if he touched them, they would explode. She could only imagine how they looked, but it wasn't just her breasts. The pain in her body was becoming all-consuming. Hands held her chin up, pointing it straight up into the air until she was stretched tall, her neck vulnerable. She felt something placed against her neck, the hands releasing her, but she couldn't put her head back down. It was as though her neck was stuck in a long tube.

He placed the leather constraining collar around her neck, three inches tall that drove her chin up high, the pained looked on her face silhouetted by the up-thrust position of her head. She was such a delightful vision of pain, the blindfold covering her eyes, but her nostrils flaring from her straining lungs trying to fill, her beautiful mouth stretched obscenely by the thick rubber-ball gag that puffed up her cheeks. He still wasn't finished.

There were still her legs and her crotch. Then he would leave her alone to contemplate the strict bondage and her own pain.

She felt his hands on her shoulders, pushing her down until she had no choice but to comply, his strength overpowering. She found herself crouching, her skirt somehow allowing it. It was an uncomfortable position, but considering the pain running through her body, it was nothing new. Hands were on her legs, her naked legs, feeling the familiar touch of something wrapped around her thighs and lower legs until she found she could no longer move. She couldn't rise up or lower herself to the ground; instead, she was swaying uncontrollably back and forth on the balls of her feet.

He had to tear her tight skirt as he forced her to squat, her legs pushed to the sides, a glimpse of her panties pulled tightly over her mound revealed by the obscene spread of her legs. He pulled the leather straps around her legs, pinning her upper leg and her lower leg together. He took the long rope that hung down from the pulley in the ceiling, grabbing her hair and pulling it up until he could tie the rope around it. He began to ratchet the rope up, her hair pulled up until it grew taut. He turned the handle to move the rope higher, her head began to stretch, her body slowly drawn taut until her legs tried to rise up, her feet barely able to cling to the ground. He stopped. He pulled the first hook out from the side post, pulling the thick elastic cord until he could clip the hook into the ropes that held her leg together. He released the elastic cord, the tension released, her leg dragged to the side. He moved to the other side, repeating the procedure until her legs were pulled wide by the tremendous pressure of the elastic cord. No matter how much she fought it, the elastic cord will ultimately win out, her legs forced open, her crotch split apart.

She felt her legs begin to spread, first one, then the other, her crotch split painfully up the middle. She fought the restraints, finding that she could close her legs slightly, but her thigh muscles soon grew weary, finding her crotch split open again. There was a tremendous pressure that kept her spread wide.

Oni took the last rope; this one covered with knots, small ones and thick ones, running along the middle of it. He threaded one end of the rope through the last rope that split her breasts, tying it tight. He slipped the rope through her legs, pulling it up behind her, threading it through the same rope in the back. He pulled it out, finding the other hook connecting to the rope hung from the ceiling. He pulled it until the slackness was out of it and stopped. First, he would make sure that it split her up the middle before he drew it taut. He took his time, adjusting the rope just right, waiting for her cheeks to relax before he pushed the rope between them, making sure that at least one of the large knots was pushed against her anus before he moved to the front. With the wide spread of her legs and her ripped skirt, there was little left to his imagination. It was easy to make out her slit, pronounced through the tight panties. He pulled the rope up, his finger pushing her lips to the sides as he threaded the thick, rough rope through her slit, the tight knots spreading her wider. He made sure the knots were positioned correctly, one on her clit, the other, the larger one pushed hard against her hole. He pulled the rope in the ceiling until it began to pull up, the rope digging deeper into her flesh, her buttocks and pussy lips curling around the rope almost lovingly.

It felt like a razor was splitting apart her buttocks, but it was worse through her mound.

The pressure built, tightening, something thick and hard rubbing between her cheeks, putting pressure against her anus as if it were trying to enter her. The tightness between her pussy lips pressed hard against her pelvic bone, the hard lump pressing her clit into her pelvic bone until Natia thought it was gonna pop under the pressure. The pressure never relented, feeling it pulling through her, finding her feet raised from the floor, her legs flopping uselessly to the side, Natia unable to stop the pull of whatever was spreading her open, feeling as if her crotch was on fire from the pain. It felt like hours before she felt it stop, but the pain didn't go away. Her breasts, her crack, her pussy, all suffered under the pressure. How he had bound her or whatever he used, it was meant to inflict continual pain. Her head was pulled up, her hair tearing from her head, her body no longer touching the floor, something splitting up her middle. It was deep in her crotch, her buttocks and pussy lips, feeling like a knife, her body balanced dangerously on the slim rope, the slightest movement making her body dance to the right or left, the knife cutting into her sensitive flesh. How could they torture me in such a way? What kind of man would do such a thing to a woman? What else would he do to me when he tired of this torture?

She looked like a bird on a telephone line, but her legs were like wings, the elastic cord keeping her spread out as she bounced from side to side, the rope rubbing new places with each movement. He wished he had stripped her naked first, but that would be next, her naked body left vulnerable for him to probe. He left the light on; she would never know the difference, closing the door behind him as he left her alone to contemplate her pain and isolation. The heat would build quickly.

She didn't feel him anymore, not sure if he was gone or he was sitting there watching her suffer. Her body was a mass of pain, from her crushed breasts to her crotch, her legs spread so wide that it felt like her crotch was torn. It was the sharpness between her legs, forcing her off her feet, her body bouncing from side to side, back and forth as she danced on the sharpness that split her ass and pussy. Her clit felt like it would explode, forced hard into her pelvic bone, her body slipping, releasing it long enough for the blood to rush painfully back into it before her body would move the sharpness back onto her clit, crushing it beneath it. She felt the hard, thick lumps rubbing back and forth over her anus and in between her soft inner lips, her panties little protection from the harshness as she rocked back and forth. She could barely breathe, the heat getting oppressive as the sweat began to roll from her body, her clothes glued to her like a second skin.

She was sure that her crotch was bleeding, feeling like hours since she last felt him touching her, her lungs burning from lack of air, huffing and puffing on the hot air, barely able to fill her lungs. She wasn't sure how long she had been hanging here, the lack of eyesight and hearing confusing her, the silence almost deafening in her head. Her muscles began to cramp, spasms making her body move, only adding to the pain as the sharpness between her legs sliced her up the middle. Her breasts felt swollen, the blood pounding in her nipples from the way her breasts were compressed, sure that they were purple from the tightness of the bondage. Her hair was pulling out of her head at the follicles, her head pulled up so high, her neck stretched by the tube that kept it secured upright. But it was her pussy, anus and clit that suffered the most. Each time her body moved, the thick lumps rubbed against her, Natia feeling as if they were trying to enter her. She was no longer sure if it wasn't the black soldier that was between her legs. Was he trying to push his thick, black cock into me? She could feel the success, her rocking forcing her anus to spread, the gradual opening of her anal ring feeling just like when Jim took her the first time in the ass. It had been a long time, but she always remembered every cock that was shoved in her anus. It wasn't so much the pain, but the shame of being taken up such an intimate hole that was not built to accommodate a man's cock. Her buttocks tried to clench, the wide spread of her legs not allowing her much movement.

She pushed out on her anus, trying to make it easier for it to enter her, anything to stop the pain. Her pussy muscles began to grip on the unseen lover inside her, her pussy opening over the onslaught of the thick bulge trying to enter. She began to hump on her unseen lovers between her legs. It was no longer the sharpness that split her, but two black cocks that were trying to take her at once. She tried to move her tongue in her mouth, trapped beneath the ball that stretched her open, just as a black cock would do to her. Were there three black cocks that were trying to take me?

Natia went in and out of rational consciousness. One minute she was being tortured with tight bondage, the next time she was trying accommodate three black cocks that were taking her, Natia forced to confront her own fears and service the black cocks as though she wanted them inside her. She almost wished they would finally enter her and begin to fuck her mouth, pussy and ass. At least an end would be in sight, the men would cum in her when she provided the necessary friction to make them cum. At least her suffering would be over as soon as they bathed her in their sperm.

Oni watched her for the last half an hour before he released her. It had been a little over six hours of stringent bondage for this white woman. Her clothes were drenched in her sweat, her body jerking spastically, her muscles contracting, forcing her to ride the rope.

She was lucky he allowed her to wear her panties, her pussy and anus spared some of the pain, but the next time, he would have her naked.

She felt someone touch her. A callused hand ran up her leg, caressing her tired thigh muscles almost lovingly, a finger teasing along her flesh until it almost touched her crotch.

She jerked harder, the sharpness between her legs hurting more. She remembered where she was. The black soldier had tied her up and left her to suffer. There was never anyone with her; it was just her loneliness and pain. She felt the sudden relief as the sharpness between her legs was released, still feeling something jammed between her cheeks and her pussy, but it was no longer forced hard against her mound. Her feet hit the ground, but she didn't have the strength to fight the ropes that kept her spread. The tube around her neck was released, her head slumping down as her hair was untied. She felt the relief as her legs were released, but her muscles no longer responded, her legs still spread in spite of the release. Her arms were next, hands holding her upright while she tried to regain control over her limp muscles. She wished he would let her breathe again, finally feeling the tightness around her chest released. She could feel them, ropes slipping down her body. The earplugs were next, the slightest sound deafening, but she could only rejoice when the ball was pulled from her mouth, even though her lips had to stretch wider to force it out. Finally, the blindfold was removed, Natia unable to see as the bright light blinded her temporarily.

Captain Oni gave her a moment to recover her senses. "You will have a chance to take a shower. But only five minutes." He helped her up, her legs barely able to hold her up. He began to pull her out of the room to the locker room next door. They stood in front of the shower, ten naked soldiers inside taking a shower stopping as soon as they saw the white woman starting at them.

"See the clock over there, Natalia. You have five minutes to take off your clothes, get into the shower and clean yourself up."

She was afraid—ten, black soldiers, all of them holding their cocks out in front of them were staring at her. She was sure they would rape her as soon as she took her clothes off.

"Don't let them touch me," she begged the officer.

"You have my word that they won't lay a finger on you. Not for the first five minutes. As soon as the clock gets to five minutes, they have my permission to rape every hole in your body. Once they start, not even I could stop ten horny soldiers."

She looked at them, all of them pointing their growing cocks at her. Five minutes, she would have to strip naked for them to ogle her and shower and get out. All in five minutes.

It was bad enough that she would be naked in front of them, but if she wasn't finished in time, she would be gang raped by ten black soldiers. "Please, give me more time."

"Begin, Natalia. The clock is ticking." The second hand on the large clock began to move, counting down the short minutes remaining.

She looked at the clock, fifteen seconds before she even realized that the time was ticking away. She panicked, ripping off her clothes and throwing them to the floor, the skirt already ripped and useless. She watched the clock as she stripped, down to her bra and panties in under a minute. She hesitated, finally unsnapping her bra and slipping her panties down her legs. Almost two minutes now, panicking.

Captain Oni looked at her naked body, her nipples still red and swollen, her breasts a deep shade of blush. He would love to intimately inspect and see what the ropes had done to her, but that would happen soon enough. "Hurry, your time is running out."

She rushed in, turning on the shower, getting under the water without even checking the temperature. It was cold, but it soon grew warmer. She looked at the clock, three minutes gone. The soldiers were looking at her, waving their rigid cocks at her and throwing taunts at her.

"Here's a nice black cock for you, white girl," the soldier stroking his cock at her.

"She wants to suck on this!"

"You never felt anything until you had my big, black cock up your ass."

She hurried, finding a bar of soap and rubbing it on her body, her nipples sore as her fingers rubbed over them, but she hurried. She slipped the soap between her legs, sure that she would find her inner lips rubbed raw, but beyond a tenderness, she was in better shape than she had expected. She looked at the clock, her head and body under the shower as she ran for the door, her naked breasts bouncing, but she cared little of her shame, wanting to preclude being raped by the soldiers.

"Just in time," Captain Oni said to the boos of the men inside. He didn't hand her a towel, only a new bra and panties that he took from her suitcase when they captured her. "Put them on."

She was grateful for anything, slipping on the bra and panties to the constant taunts of the soldiers that watched her. She put her feet into the four-inch heels at her feet, feeling uncomfortable in high heels and her underwear, but she had little chance to protest. The officer pulled her hands behind her back, slipping handcuffs on her, Natia finding herself bound once again.

"General Kalu is waiting for you."

Her heels clicked on the floor, her wet body plastering her underwear to her as she walked down the hallway back to the room she started in. She walked in, the General looking at her as soon as she appeared. She eyed the room that they had held her captive in nervously. Am I to be bound in there again? Or was the general here to rape me?

He stood up as she walked in, her half-naked body visible beneath the wet bra and panties. The bra was frilly, barely containing her large breasts, her nipples still hard and pointed, pushing out the front. Her panties were cut low on her belly, the wetness drew them down lower than usual, a few black strands of hair revealed. "I hope you are enjoying our company, Natalia."

"Please let me go," she pleaded. "The company will pay for my release."

"Yes, they will, Natalia. I haven't even contacted them yet. It's not often I get such an attractive white woman as my guest. I want to enjoy you first. So does Captain Oni. He has such an imagination when it comes to females. He knows exactly what to do to them."

He was going to rape her but not before Captain Oni tortures her again. She didn't know if she could stand it again. Or that it would make a difference, bound and helpless. The general stood in front of her, his hands making her jump when they touched her naked stomach.

"Hold still, Natalia." His hands slid up to cup her breasts, feeling the flesh beneath the flimsy material of the bra. She really didn't need a bra and Captain Oni would have no use for it soon enough. He unclipped the bra in the center, the twin cups parting as he pushed it aside to bare her breasts to him.

She didn't notice that her bra was the one that opened in the front, but the General was very astute. He unsnapped it, pulling it aside, her breasts bouncing free. He pushed it down her arms, his hands returning to cup her naked breasts, looking down as a finger on each hand curled up to caress her nipples into unwanted hardness.

"Very nice, Natalia." He began to pinch her nipples, staring into her eyes until he saw the pained look. "Does that hurt, Natalia?"

She didn't say anything, suffering in silence as her nipples were crushed beneath his fingers, staring at the black fingers on her white breasts. He finally released them, but his hand slid down her belly and grabbed a tuft of her pubic hair, yanking it until a few errant strands popped out painfully. His fingers moved down, two fingers pinching her mound as she submissively stood still, her hands bound behind her as she was fondled against her will.

General Kalu moved away from her. For now. Next time she was brought before him, she would be begging him to mouth and ass fuck her. She will even beg for Dayo to fuck her with his gigantic cock. Captain Oni was that persuasive.

Natia was standing half-naked in front of them, Captain Oni moving in, Natia fearing what he would do to her. She didn't struggle when they put the earplugs in her ears, the room turned to silence in a second. She panicked when she saw the gag. Last time she never saw it so she couldn't fear it until it was too late, but Captain Oni waved it in front of her face. It had a strap on it that would go around her head and keep the gag in her mouth, but it was the gag that scared her. It was a large, round gag that would keep her mouth open wide this time, rubber around the edges, teeth marks from the previous victims dug into the rubber. It was what was sticking out from the rubber ring. It was a fake cock.

Shaped just like a real cock, the thick head and all. And black. It had to be at least four inches long. And thick as the ball that they shoved in her mouth. Two soldiers had to grab her as she struggled, but her muscles were already weakened from the previous bondage, Captain Oni jamming the round gag under her top teeth, pulling down on her chin until he was able to force the bottom of the gag against her bottom teeth. It felt like her jaw was broken, but he was already threading the fake block cock through the opening as she felt the massive rubber cock slipping over her tongue and forcing it to the floor of her mouth. It filled her mouth, able to feel the lifelike bumps and ridges on it as it went directly to the back of her mouth. She could still see part of it sticking out when it hit the back of her mouth. She gagged, but Captain Oni never stopped. Her choking only made it slip in easier, her spit and opened throat allowing the thick, fake cock to enter her throat with only a smothered whimper from her. It was rough, rubbing harshly over her throat muscles, her stomach turning as she swallowed the fake cock. It was Bradford that forced her to take a cock in her throat, him and six others teaching her the finer points of deep throating a cock. At least with them, as soon as she pleasured them, they would pull out.

This one was in her throat and the straps held it there.

The blindfold was last, Natalia allowing him to do it without a struggle, Captain Oni seeing her throat bobbing up and down as she tried to accommodate the fake cock wedged in her throat. He knew from experience that she would never get used to it. Just when she thought she could control her gag reflex, she would move differently, the fake cock irritating a new spot until she choked again. He led her into the next room.

She felt her body being led, feeling a gentle breeze coming through a window in the room she entered. At least it wasn't as hot as the last one, though the breeze was more hot air than anything cooling. Hands were pushing down on her shoulders until she was forced to her knees, the dirty floor sticking to her knees. She was pushed down all the way to the floor until she was on her side, her arms still bound with the handcuffs behind her. Her arms was grabbed, the cuffs removed, but her hand was not freed, yanked to one side until she felt the familiar touch of a strap wrapped around it. This time it was hard leather, but was soft inside, Natia not understanding the gentleness. Her arm was pulled out, stretched far to one side. She knew what would happen next, her other arm grabbed, another soft strap wrapped around her wrist. Her body began to stretch, shoved to her back as she felt her arms stretched until her arms were pulled to each side and up as though she was being pinned to a cross.

Captain Oni had her arms tied, pulled wide to the corners of the rack. It was an elaborate piece of his own design. Four wide beams in a box, a metal rod on each side in the center of the side beam would allow it to rotate once it was off the ground. Each corner held a small winch that would tighten upon command, Natalia's arm already secured. The cuffs were fur-lined, the increasing tension would cut her wrists and ankles without them. Once he had her legs secured, she would be spread in a wide X. Then he would raise her up to waist level where he could play with her body at will. She could be flipped over, her ass available, or stood straight up or down, her head almost to the floor or raised up so her mouth would be waist high, made available for a cock to spear. This time, she would not even know he was here. The rack would turn systematically at regular intervals, putting her in a new position. He would tease her body, but he would use a feather, Natalia unable to distinguish the breeze in the room from the feather-like touch.

Her shoulders already ached, the stringent bondage returning, reliving what she had endured only a short time before. This time she was naked, or at least her breasts were.

Her legs were clamped shut as if she could somehow stop him from doing anything he wanted to. She felt a hand on her leg, sliding down from her knee until it touched her ankle. His large hand encircled her two ankles, pinning them together. Her legs began to rise up, his powerful hand pulling her up with little effort. His other hand slid over the back of her thighs, his callused hands touching her soft, tender skin as her legs rose higher and higher until she felt her ass leave the floor. She tried to shake free when his hand slid over her ass and grabbed the waistband of her panties, but she felt them sliding down over her buttocks as he stripped her naked. He held her up by her legs like she was a piece of meat, stripped of all her clothes, his hands casually running over her naked buttocks, Natia clenching her cheeks to prevent him from straying between her legs. Is he getting me ready to rape me?

She had a nice ass, strong buttocks, her muscles taut as he clenched on the naked flesh.

He lowered her back to the floor, time to finish getting her spread. Then he could leisurely explore her body. He grabbed an ankle, spreading her leg wide, his eyes glued between her legs, her pussy revealed before she could try to close her other leg, a glimpse of pink inner flesh revealed. He attached the ankle strap to her, then attached it to the corner of the rack, pulling it until all the slack went from it. He moved to the other side, slowly pulling her other leg open, revealing her pussy to his eyes, teasing her by going so slowly.

He was spreading her legs again, the painful ache in her crotch returning, but this time, she was naked and he could see all of her treasures as her other leg was parted, the vee between her legs growing wider, the ache growing deeper. She was afraid he wouldn't stop, her crotch aching, her thigh muscles aching by the wide spread. She could even feel her buttocks separating, the tug on her anal ring as she was opened unceremoniously. He finally stopped, but when he released her ankle, she was pinned as if she were staked out on a cross. She was unable to defend herself and all of her was open to whatever he would do to her or put inside her. Will he stick a thick, black cock in me and fuck me now?

She was suddenly shocked, feeling something lifting up, the place where her arms and legs were tied moving up, feeling her body lifting up from the floor. At first, her ass hung down as her arms and legs moved up, but she felt whatever she was pinned to increase the tension, her arms and legs pulled tighter, her muscles contracting as she was spread.

It felt like her arms and legs were being pulled from her joints, but her body continued to rise up, higher and higher until it finally stopped, her body uncomfortable as she hung from the spread-eagle position in mid air. Did he do this so he could fuck me, my body at a convenient height for his black cock to enter me? She waited, but nothing happened. She was still without her senses and her body floating in the air only made it worse. There was only the all-encompassing ache in her body from the obscene position she was in. She couldn't move a muscle, feeling the spasms as her legs were spread too wide and were tensioned too tight. She could feel the hot breeze blowing between her legs, feeling it blow on her inner lips, knowing she was so obscenely exposed.

Captain Oni waited fifteen minutes, the frame suddenly moving up high enough so it begin to rotate, watching as she was slowly turned as if she were a piece of meat on a spit being cooked. It only took thirty seconds before the frame locked in, Natalia now face down, her lovely breasts dangling so nicely beneath her, her legs drawn apart, her crack almost disappearing, her shapely buttocks unable to clench tight. Her anus was a tiny brown hole in a sea of white flesh, so small that she would have difficulty taking General Kalu in her ass, never mind something as massive as Dayo. That would be her problem, because both men intended to have their pleasure in her ass, and she would be begging them to sodomize her. Captain Oni looked up to see General Kalu looking into the room. He stepped behind her so he could see her clearly between her legs.

"Very nice, Captain Oni. You do such good work. Increase the tension every fifteen minutes. I think three hours should make her more amenable to my desires." Captain Oni stroked his cock through his pants, already imaging the look on her face as he fed his cock into her mouth, her white face looking up at him as his black cock split her pink lips.

"Suction her off. Not only her nipples, but her clit, too. See how big you can make them, then clamp them off."

"Yes, good idea. I'm going to force her to cum. She won't even know why."

"See if you can break your record with this one. What is it, four times you made that last white girl cum? The schoolteacher that was uppity to me."

"I think this one will do more. I'll clamp her clit until it swollen. A little mix of pleasure and pain will keep this one going. By the time you get her, she will submit to anything."

"Nice ass on this one. You still have the ‘cool tool'?"

Captain Oni had designed the cool tool. It was a metal probe, filled with liquid nitrogen, which would freeze the skin if it were touched by the liquid. It made the probe cold, very cold. "Yes, just recharged it today in expectation."

"After an hour of increasing the tension, her ass hole should be distended nicely. Let her feel it in her ass hole."

"Her ass hole will dance on it. Her ass muscles will be forced to spread from the ropes, but the cool tool will force her muscle to contract, such delightful contractions inside her will keep cumming. She will be all ready to pleasure your cock with her ass hole."

"Yes, I may have to come back to watch that. I will leave you to your pleasure. Or hers."

General Kalu left him to his work.

She was thrown upside down, then face down, feeling her naked breasts dangling

beneath her. Was someone in the room that did that? Was he readying me to be

sodomized? She waited but nothing happened. All she could feel was the soft, hot breeze blowing over her body and over her exposed anus. She felt something different, the bondage of her arms pulling tighter, then the same thing happened to her legs, but they, also, moved, forcing her legs to spread wider. It stopped, but the ache in her crotch increased. Nothing happened for a while, then she was thrown upright, then to face up again. She felt whatever she was bound to stop, then the painful stretching began again. It felt like her arms were being pulled from her shoulder sockets, but it was her legs that was worse. Each time she felt her legs pulled closer to her waist, spreading her open wider.

She didn't know how much longer she could take this, sure that she would be split up the middle next time.

Captain Oni had one more thing to do. He turned on the suction device, the motor humming loudly, but Natalia would not hear anything with the earplugs. The suction device was originally a powerful suction that dentists used to drain the saliva from the mouth, but Captain Oni had converted the end of it. At the end of the tube was a glass cylinder, about four inches long, with a flanged end. He greased the flanged end with a lubricant to make sure it would make a tight seal when pressed against the skin. Inside the tube were four places where rubber bands were opened. With a touch of a button, the selected band would be released and would instantly clamp tightly on whatever was suctioned into the tube. The rubber bands were so taut that he had to treat them with a special chemical that rendered the rubber brittle after three hours or he would never be able to get them off.

They gripped so tight, that he couldn't even cut them off without cutting the skin. He stood next to her head, looking at the pair of lovely tits before him, especially the brown nipples.

He took out a feather, lightly running it on her stomach, seeing her suck in her gut from the unexpected touch. He traced it lightly over her skin, seeing goose bumps appear in spite of the heat. He moved the feather up until he teased it around her areola, seeing her nipples begin to grow without even touching it.

It tickled her, Natia not sure what it was, but something was on her stomach. Or, was it my imagination? Could it just be the breeze that was playing over my skin? She felt it blowing over her, her mind distracted temporarily from the ache between her legs, almost a reprieve. She tried to concentrate on the breeze that moved over her body, feeling it moving up, the slightest touch near her nipples but never touching them. She couldn't stop her nipples from swelling in arousal, her mind trying to block out the stringent bondage she was in, anything was better than that. It tickled her nipples, something blowing back and forth over it, Natia wishing she could arch her back and force the touch to be harder. It felt good, her nipple swelling, remembering the way the soldiers had pinched her nipples too hard and bit them too hard, the pain turning to pleasure.

Her nipple was hard, her body trying to move. He was sure if his finger entered her, he would feel the contractions of her pussy muscles trying to find something to clamp onto.

He moved the suction tube over her nipple, slowly pushing it down until her nipple was inside. He had the device turned off, wanting to surprise her. He could almost see her nipple swell larger as the cold lubricant touched her areola, Captain Oni pressing it down until it was sealed. It didn't take much pressure, the suction would seal it once he started.

He looked at her brown nipple inside the tube.

She screamed silently when she felt it, though she wasn't sure what she felt. Her senses were gone except for touch, and that was so hard to determine without sight. She felt a pressure, a powerful pressure on her nipple. Just one nipple, not both. The same one that had grown from the gentle breeze blowing over it. She felt a pressure, then it was being pulled, but she didn't feel any fingers touching her, only a breeze blowing over her skin and a coldness on her chest. Her nipple was growing, but it was different. Not from arousal, as if it were being sucked by a mouth, but she didn't feel the lips or the teeth on her nipple. Her nipple was stretched, but it didn't shrink. "EEEEEHHHH," no one hearing her silent scream. It only made her gag more on the fake cock that plugged her throat, but her nipple was being yanked again by unseen forces. It felt like her nipple was inches long. It stretched more, but never shrunk back down. She could feel her pulse pounding in her nipple.

Her nipple was over two inches long, filling the glass tube, the dark brown nipple stretched, turning red as the blood pounded in the tip. He released a rubber band, the lowest one snapping shut on her nipple, so close to her areola. He turned off the suction device, her nipple released, but it was still over an inch and half long. The rubber band dug so tight into the skin that you could barely see it.

It felt like her nipple was in a vise, something clamped on it, feeling the blood trapped in the tip until she was sure it would burst. She didn't feel the stretching any longer, but her nipple still felt long, too long to be normal. "EEEWWWW," gagging on another scream as she felt the same thing in her other nipple. What was happening to me? Was someone doing this to me, or was it like before, the loss of my senses making my imagination run rampant? It was like before, the coldness on her skin, the stretching of her nipple as though it was trying to reach out for something unknown. She didn't have to wait long before she felt it again, more pressure, more stretching of her sensitive nipple. It hurt, both of them, something clamping on the second one now, gripping it so tightly that the blood couldn't escape from the swollen tip.

Both of her nipples were elongated, the rubber band digging into the base, the tip growing a deep red as the trapped blood swelled the end like a small berry. Captain Oni would soon work on them, arousing them. He moved between her legs, looking at her pink pussy, her lips spread so wide that he could almost see inside her. He could see a bit of moisture on her inner lips, but his eyes were drawn high up her slit, her clit hidden from his view. It didn't take long for the feather to arouse it, popping out of its protective hood as the end of the feather rode up and down the edges of her slit. Her clit wasn't very big, but Captain Oni would soon remedy that. He put more lubricant on the edge of the glass tube, though he probably wouldn't need it. Her own moisture would betray her. He put the tube slowly over her clit, careful not to touch her until the flange of the tube rested lightly on her pussy.

"YYYEEEHHHH." She almost swallowed the fake cock in her throat as she screamed.

She couldn't help it. Her pleasure button was forced erect, feeling the blood rushing to her clit as she felt the pressure all around it. What was going on? She didn't have to wait long for it to begin again, Natia wishing she could raise up her hips to escape, but the stringent bondage kept her body immobile. It didn't stop there, not like her nipples, it yanked hard on her clit until she was sure it was being pulled from her body. She feared the next, the sharp bite of something around her clit, feeling like it was being crushed. It felt like her heart was in her clit, the pounding so hard in it. She couldn't believe the feelings that raced through her body, her nipples and her clit throbbing so hard, feeling like they were trapped in a vise. She forgot all about the contraption that was holding her spread eagle, feeling it move, finding herself on her back again. She waited, feeling the tension in her arms increased as her arms were pulled tighter. Her legs were next, moving up and out, her crotch burning as if it were tearing. Even her pussy felt as if it was open wider than it was ever before, her cheeks pulled apart, her anal ring opening by the sheer force of the spread-eagle position she was in. She gulped on the fake cock that filled her throat, trying to breathe through her nose, her chest hurting as her breast rose and fell from the breaths of air sucked through her nose. The slightest movement of her chest sent pain slicing through her nipples. She suffered under the silence of her bondage, her mind beginning to wander, the pain in her nipples and clit distracting her. It was a while before she felt it. Her body wasn't turned, but the spread of her legs and the tension on her arms and legs were increased. It confused her, not sure of the time that had passed. Was it minutes or longer?

Captain Oni began to use the feather on her. Starting with her breasts, he teased the areolas, so close to her nipples without touching them. She had a slick sheen on her skin, the room getting hotter. Her nipples were hard and red, swollen with the trapped blood, Oni finally running the end of the feather over the very tips. He teased her nipples for long minutes before he moved between her legs, her spread-eagle body leaving her pussy lips pulled back and her pink inner lips exposed. He started at the bottom of her slit, running the edge of the feather along the sensitive edge of her slit before attacking the soft, inner flesh. By the time he got to the top of her slit, the feather was wet with her juices. Not sweat, but her arousal. He took a new feather, this one stiffer and began to work on her clit. It was big, swollen with blood from the suctioning, the rubber band invisible as it squeezed so tight that it couldn't be seen. The feather never stopped moving until he could see it in her body. Her pussy was almost clenching on an unseen lover as the feather teased the orgasm from her body. It was almost as if she were waiting for it, the tension increasing just as the orgasm overcame her, her body jerking in the stringent bondage, her juices dripping onto the floor beneath her. That was number one.

She didn't know what was happening to her. Was it my imagination or did the strict bondage arouse me so deeply? Her nipples and clit throbbed, still not sure why, but letting the pleasure overcome the pain caused by the way her body was spread eagle. She felt the breeze blowing over her body, teasing her nipples, the tips hardening, making it more painful, but the pain turning to pleasure as her mind wandered. It was as if the breeze was trying to make her cum. Could I actually do that? Cum while stripped naked and bound obscenely? Her nipples throbbed as the breeze teased at them, than suddenly, it was gone, returning between her legs. It felt like the breeze was fluttering between the soft petals of her pussy lips, teasing back and forth along the edge, her body on edge as it moved closer and closer to her swollen clit. She never felt her clit so hard and throbbing, begging for the touch. She swallowed the thick, fake cock in her throat as it touched her, brushing her clit with just the slightest touch as though it wasn't there. Was it my imagination or could the breeze actually arouse me to the point where I was now? She let her body go, the orgasm washing over like a ten-foot wave. She could feel her inner muscles clamping uncontrollably on an absent lover, wishing to feel the hot flesh of a male lover inside her, even if it were a black cock. Anything to fill the emptiness between her legs. She came over and over, the breeze continuing to touch her, feeling the feather-like touch rubbing so sensuously back and forth over her clit as she came. It took long minutes before she could control her emotions, but she still felt an emptiness. Just as she did when they masturbated her while in customs. Was it because I didn't have a man inside me?

Captain Oni let her calm down for a few minutes, but the rack began to move, standing back until Natalia was face down again, the frame creaking as it spread her painfully wider. He could peer inside her anus, her anal ring forced open. The next time he had her in this position, she would be forced to take the cool tool inside her anus. He would thrill her anus with it, forcing her muscles into confusing contractions. He took a new feather, thicker than the last and began to work on her ass, sliding it up and down her crack, slowly drawing it over her stretched anus.

It tickled, making her buttocks attempt to clench when the breeze began to blow over her buttocks. She felt the soft breeze touching her in places that had always been shielded, her legs spread so wide that she could feel the breeze blowing inside her. Inside her anus.

It felt like bird wings fluttering between her stretched anal ring, her muscles reacting to the delicate touch as though they were trying to grasp onto the unseen lover that was arousing her again. The orgasm was gone, but her arousal wasn't finished. It continued, Natia concentrating on the delicate touch that seemed to seek out her most intimate parts, trying to ignore the pain in her crotch or the thick, fake cock in her throat that made her stomach turn as she choked and gagged. It seemed like the pain couldn't take away the pleasure. She almost wished she could move, sure her hips would be undulating in pleasure as though she were fucking her unseen lover. Another touch beneath her, her clit swollen and hanging down beneath her, feeling so heavy as it was stroked by the hot breeze. It didn't take long, another powerful orgasm overcoming her rational senses, feeling the breeze sawing back and forth over her clit, now so sensitive from the previous orgasm, rocked until her body shuddered, all her inner muscles searching out the feel of a man inside her.

It only took ten minutes to make her cum again, Captain Oni surprised how erogenous she had become. The slightest touch of the feathers made her body shake in pleasure. He tickled her anus, watching the pucker of her anus quivering with excitement, wondering if it would do the same when she had a man taking her in her ass. Especially with something as big as the weapon Dayo possessed. It would cram her full of male flesh, her rectum forced to take the massive rod deep inside her until he was buried in her guts. The floor had a puddle by the time he was finished bringing her off for the second time. He waited for the frame to turn again, hearing the creaking as her legs were spread wider. He could almost hear her muffled groan until the tension stopped, her muscles pulled taut.

Her body was becoming exhausted by the pain in her limbs and the unexpected orgasms that were draining her. She was flipped again, not sure her crotch could take much more as her legs were spread wider. She didn't have time to contemplate her pain when she felt the breeze running over her body. It teased over her belly until Natia felt the touch on her nipples. They were so swollen, the blood pounding painfully in them as the breeze rubbed back and forth over them, first one then the other. She knew it would, feeling the breeze over her stomach and through her slit, attacking her wet flesh, finding her clit still swollen in spite of the orgasms. Her mind focused on her clit, eliciting the pleasure that the breeze was inciting in her.

It would be harder the third time, but Captain Oni was prepared. He teased her clit until she was almost ready, then deserted her clit to work on one nipple. He could sense her excitement, smell her arousal. He took the first needle, the gleaming steel shaft with the sharp point. Once her nipple was aroused to a fever pitch, he moved the feather over her clit to finish her off. It didn't take long, her body on the edge. He could sense the moment when she got off, and that was the split second that he drew the sharp, thin needle into the meatus of her nipple. He felt her body jerking in pain as he pressed the sharp needle into the nerve-rich nipple. She was jerking in the throes of ecstasy, her pussy spilling out gallons of sperm as he tapped the end of the needle that pierced her nipple.

She was cumming, then it hit her, a lightning pain in one of her nipples. It felt like it was being sliced off, the sharp pain racing through her nipple and directly into her brain. It hurt, pain acute, but there was something else. It couldn't undercut the orgasm that was racing through her body. The strict bondage left her open and defenseless, her body just a toy for them to abuse. It was just like Bradford, taking her and driving her to the depths of degradation, Natia finding herself unwilling to stop them from doing what they wanted to her. The pain laced through her body, but she came repeatedly.

He tapped the needle back and forth, leaving it sticking out her nipple as she danced in pleasure. The pain couldn't deter her orgasm, luckily for her, Captain Oni had more pain in store for her. The third orgasm washed over her body.

Natia found herself drifting from one orgasm to another. Not only was the breeze masturbating her, but she found a new stimulation, not sure where it was coming from.

She felt sharp pain, acute pains in her most intimate parts. She was flipped over onto her belly again, but not before she felt the sharp pain in her other nipple, feeling like a knife was thrust into her heart. She was masturbated continually by the breeze, her nipples throbbing in pain and pleasure. Her legs spread until she felt her pussy opened so wide, the air blowing into the super-heated passage. Even her anal ring was stretched, feeling like a finger or cock was keeping her open. Yet, she couldn't help but fight the emptiness she felt inside her.

All of a sudden, she felt a shiver race through her body, her buttocks covered with goose bumps as if a cold winter breeze blew in. She felt the coldness on her anus, confused at the unusual feelings that were racing through her body. She felt it increasing, moving closer to her anus, shivering in cold and fear. It felt like it was entering her, as if a cock was pushed into her anus without touching her. She felt the spasms in her rectum as her muscles tried to escape the frigid cold, but the spread of her legs had distended her painfully in the opposite direction. She couldn't control her spastic contractions that rippled through her intestines, a sharp pain in her anal muscles much worse than when she was sodomized. It finally pulled out from inside her, Natia confused because she couldn't feel it inside her except for the frigid cold. She felt it slide along her crack and along her pussy lips, knowing where it was going. It felt like a red-hot rod touched her clit, not the frozen touch of the breeze, sending another orgasm rippling through her loins, the sharp, biting pain returning in her nipples as she went from one ripple of pleasure to another until she was exhausted. All of a sudden, the cold was gone and she was on her back again. She waited, too exhausted to stop it, too exhausted to cum again. She didn't know how she did it, but she had cum four times without being touched.

He didn't wait to arouse her this time, taking the sharp needle and rubbing it over the head of her clit. Her body tried to jerk away in pain, but she was tractioned so tight that she couldn't move more than a millimeter in any direction. He rubbed the head of her clit raw until it was blood red. He slowly and unmercifully began to push the needle into the raw flesh of her pleasure button, unable to hear her pitiful screams as the sharp needle ripped through the nerve endings. It was in almost an inch before he stopped. This time he would bring her off with the pain, not the pleasure. She would not know the difference any longer.

She screamed at the intense pain in her clit. What had I done? Had I cum too many times? Is that what the acute pain that shot into my loins was caused by? The pain raced from her nipples, sharp pains, then it moved to the other, and down between her legs to attack her clit. When she thought the cold was gone, her nipples were attacked with frigid cold, not from the outside, but from the inside. How could that happen? It was worse between her legs, the frigid cold freezing her clit from the inside. When the cold left, the shooting pain returned, Natia dancing from one feeling to another.

Captain Oni pushed the cool tool against each of the needles until the metal needle conducted the cold deep into her organs. It took longer this time, but it always did. It was difficult to teach one to get off from the pain, but Natia was learning well. She finally came, but her body was exhausted, somehow squeezing out one more orgasm before she

slumped in defeat. She didn't even move as he took the needles out of her nipples and clit, immune to pleasure and pain.

She was sure she passed out the last time, the pain overshadowing all of her senses as she came as the cold and pain laced through every fiber of her body. She felt her body being lowered, or she thought she did, her consciousness and unconsciousness almost feeling the same. She felt the welcome relief as the straps were taken off her arms and legs, but she didn't have the strength to move a muscle. Her muscles felt like jelly. She was thankful for the gag taken from her mouth, though she was almost acclimated to having a cock in her throat. She almost felt empty without it. She finally saw light, hearing the noise of others around as she stood up. She felt a sudden relief in her nipples as though they were suddenly released; the same relief between her legs.

He untied her just as the rubber bands hardened, the brittle bands flying across the room as her swollen flesh forced the bands off. Natalia looked well fucked, but she still had many men to service before the General would begin the negotiations for her release.

Captain Oni gave her some cold water, her senses coming back to her, the confusion in her eyes leaving. "Welcome back, Natalia. You must have been daydreaming. I enjoyed the way your body responded, you seemed to be built for stringent bondage." He gave her a few minutes before he helped her up. "General Kalu is waiting for you, Natalia. Eagerly awaiting you."

By the time she reached the other room, she was able to walk, though her muscles felt like mush. She was still naked, only given a pair of high heels that made her nudity more profound. Inside the room was General Kalu, the man that captured her, three other soldiers, all officers and one enlisted man. She had seen him before, when she was first captured. He was the one that had a black cock the size of a horse. She looked around the room and her fear increased as she saw the furniture. It was not meant to sit on.

"Mount her so we may talk," General Kalu instructed Captain Oni.

Captain Oni needed no further encouragement. He pushed her over to the low bar that was on the floor, making her straddle it. He bound her wrists together with the leather strap, stringing it up to the hook that hung from the ceiling. He took off her heels; she would no longer need them. She would be on her toes soon enough.

Natia never noticed the board that lay between her legs, luckily. Or she would have feared it. It was a three-foot length of wood, rising up into a triangle. Even with the sharp edge, there was more. In the center, the edge had grooves cut about every inch of varying depths and length. The edges of the triangle had raised edges, like vines crawling all around it, rough bumps and ridges running along the vines.

Her arms were strung high over her head, drawing her naked body taut. Her nipples were still erect, her clit hard and red, abused with her multiple orgasms.

General Kalu nodded to Dayo. Two of them grabbed the board between her legs just as she noticed it, sliding it up until it rose between her thighs. He enjoyed the shocked look on her face as she saw where it was going. Two jacks were brought over, already raised up high enough so it stopped just short of her crotch. The board was placed on the two jacks, one on each end, the board splitting her thighs open.

"Higher, raise it up. You might want to get on your toes, Natalia. It will be much more comfortable." He laughed as the board rose up as the jacks lifted. It didn't take long until the sharp ridge touched the bottom of her slit. She didn't hesitate to begin standing on her toes, the jacks creaking up higher as she perched precariously on her toes.

"Such a lovely pussy, Natalia. I would hate to do too much damage to it, but you must feel the pain to remember it." The muscles in her thighs grew taut as she balanced as high as she could, but they refused to stop.

She knew better than to say anything, afraid of being gagged or blindfolded. She could look down, seeing the sharp edge and the evil ridges that pressed between her legs. Her toes were already aching, but she could only try to hold out as long as possible. The men looked at her, evil in their eyes and hard cocks pushing out the front of their pants as they watched her suffer. They continued to make the board rise up between her legs until she felt the sharp edge of the board split her lips open, feeling like a knife was cutting her inner folds. At last, they stopped, but her weight was pushing her down onto the sharp ridge, her toes already beginning to cramp.

"Make her dance, Captain Oni." General Kalu said it with such excitement in his voice.

Natia didn't see him behind her, but she felt it first, the sharp slap of a whip on her ass cheek. She jerked forward, feeling the edge slicing along her pussy, the ridges riding hard back and forth on her tender flesh. "EEEWWW," she screamed in pain. "You're killing me."

Another slap of the whip, this time hitting her in front, slapping hard at the top of her slit, barely missing her clit. "AAAGGGGHH," she slid back to escape the bite of the whip, only tearing up her slit as she rode the board painfully back where she started. Four times he hit her, the final time smashing her clit painfully, then moving to the back to attack her unprotected anus with a powerful thud. "No more, please no more. What do you want of me?" Natia surrendered, knowing that they would take her with their black cocks, but she was sure that her sex wouldn't stand much more of this sexual torture.

"We want you, Natalia. The five of us want you. Your mouth, your pussy, your ass hole.

We want to feel the pleasure of your tight holes, to enjoy your delicious clenching of your muscles until we cum inside you." General Kalu would be first.

"He's too big, I couldn't take him inside me," Natia looking at the enlisted man. She was afraid of the others, their black cocks big, but she had seen that one. His black cock would ruin her forever. Especially where he wanted to put it. Her rectum would have to take it all, and it had to be over a foot long and as thick as a branch.

"You will learn to love black cock, Natalia. Or Captain Oni can string you back up in the room, or we can watch as you ride the rail. What is your decision?" Captain Oni slapped the whip across her ass, making her ride the rail painfully back and forth, her pussy turning red from the abuse.

"Take me," Natia surrendering. It was the only way that this torture would end.

General Kalu began to undress, all of them did, except Captain Oni. He was readying her.

It took only a few minutes, Captain Oni an expert. Natalia was strung up from the leather straps. By the time he finished, it looked like she was on her hands and knees, but she was suspended in mid air, with only the straps holding her up. They kept her legs spread wide, straps under her belly to keep her from falling. Her hands were free, the straps under her chest still allowed for her breasts to fall free, the men would enjoying pawing and abusing her nipples and tits while she was eagerly sucking them off. Her hands were free so she could rub their balls to give them all their pleasure, or jerk off their cocks into her waiting mouth when they were ready to cum.

She looked around, five naked black men surrounding her, their hands holding out massive black organs in front of them, more fearful of the giant cock of the enlisted man, two hands holding his thick cock.

General Kalu stood in front of Natalia. "Show me how well a white woman sucks cock." He felt her soft hands reach out for it and touch it, his cock jerking from the feminine touch.

She began to stroke it as he moved closer, feeling her take his cock and rub it over her face and finally her lips, seeing her pink tongue slip out her mouth to wet her lips.

It was hot and hard, the head slick as she rubbed it over her face. Her tongue reached out of her mouth as she licked it, finding the head wet with salty sperm already, the taste permeating her mouth as his cock sat on her lip. He was eager, a thrust of his hips and she felt the smooth head slip through her lips and over her tongue. Her mouth opened wide as she was speared by his thick cock, tightening her lips to bring him the pleasure he desired from her.

He looked down at her, her white face and pink lips split by the black shaft of his cock. He felt her hot breath, unable to contain his lust as he thrust into her warm, inviting mouth. It didn't take her long to begin to work on his cock, her cheeks hollowing in as she sucked him deeper into her mouth, her tongue lathering up his shaft. He began to fuck her face, his hand holding her head as he began to fuck her sweet mouth rhythmically.

Natia was surprised, the black cock not much different than a white one. She had big cocks in her mouth before, though nothing like the one monster cock that was waiting his turn. She began to work on him, her hands reaching out to gently massage his balls, feeling the kinky hairs in her palm as she tried to massage the sperm from his balls. Her head moved back and forth, sucking him for all she was worth, hoping to satisfy him quickly so she could move onto the others and get it over. The long cock sank deeper and deeper into her mouth, finally breaching her throat, the familiar gagging that she was so used to allowing it to sink into her throat. He began to take her mouth with the full measure of his cock, pulling almost all the way out, only her lips keeping it from escaping, then feeling it thrust back down her throat like a sword. He didn't last long, or at it seemed to pass fast. He pulled his cock all the way out until only her lips captured the thick, slick head. She pumped his cock with her hand as she heard her ragged breathing as he readied to cum. It felt like she was swallowing gallons of sperm before he stopped, her tongue cleaning it just like Bradford had taught her. He pulled out, sperm dripping down her chin.

The next one was ready, Natia finding her mouth filled with black cock again, not sure how long she could keep this up before her tongue and mouth was exhausted. This one was bigger, but he didn't pierce her throat, content with her tongue and hands exciting him.

She sucked and masturbated the next one, her hand milking the sperm from his balls until it spilled into her mouth, swallowing the copious amounts of thick, salty sperm.

They never let up, Natia mouth emptied for only precious seconds before she had to go to work on another black cock. The next two were easy, Natia fearing the last one. Her belly was full of four loads of sperm, but the enlisted man fisted his cock in front of her face.

"You're going to have to open real wide, white bitch."

She couldn't do anything as he placed the bulbous head of his cock on her lips and began to press in with his hips. Luckily, the head was slippery with his pre-cum, but her lips felt like they were splitting open by time she felt her lips slipping over the thick ridge and trapping it into her mouth. She could barely move her tongue, the heavy cock trapping it on the bottom of her mouth.

"Suck me," he growled as he began to fuck her mouth. His cock was so big that he only got girls to fuck and suck him when the General captured them, so he took full advantage of this white girl. It was hard, but he began to fuck her mouth, her lips so tight around his cock that he had trouble thrusting in and out.

Natia could feel every bump and ridge on his cock as her lips were wrapped around his shaft like a tight rubber band. She couldn't breathe through her mouth, but she was already accustomed to having her mouth stuffed with something. This one took a long time to cum, enjoying her suffering too much to cum. When he did cum, it was as if he hadn't cum in a year, jet after powerful jet of sperm filling her mouth as she choked on the thick sperm that filled her cheeks to overflowing. When he finally pulled out of her mouth, her stomach was swollen from the enormous amount of sperm she swallowed, gurgling loudly.

General Kalu was ready, his cock already hard again. He went behind her, seeing her turn to look at him as he lubricated his cock until it glistened in the light. He stepped between her spread legs, Captain Oni lowering her down until his cock was in direct line with her anus. It was slightly red from the abuse and the whipping, but that was the least of her problems. Dayo would stretch her in places she never knew existed. "You better give me a good ride with your ass hole. I want to feel your muscles gripping my cock as I pull out."

She felt the hot flesh of his cock on her anus, the memory of the men that Bradford let sodomize her returning. She felt the stretching and then the sudden popping as the head of his cock stretched her anal ring wide until it snapped around the slick head and pulled it in as ring slipped down to grasp the head of his cock just below the thick ridge. It felt huge inside her, jerking uncontrollably as her muscles tried to force out the invader. He began to penetrate her, feeling the head of his cock burrowing into her rectum, stretching and teasing her elastic passage as he ass fucked her. He drove in, pulled out, feeling her insides drawn out by the powerful suction, and then he pumped back in, each time deeper and harder. It felt like her organs were being rearranged by his cock, her intestines stretched wide to take the thick organ in a passage not meant to be penetrated in such a manner. He began to rock the straps that held her, swinging her back and forth onto his cock, each time Natia taking the full measure of his cock in her guts until his belly slapped hard against her ass cheeks. She went from empty to full in a matter of seconds, feeling like she had just feasted on a large meal when he was fully seated in her bowels. He fucked her rectum for a long time, the mouth fuck taking the urgency from his loins. She remembered his warning, milking his cock with her ass muscles in spite of the pain in making her passage only tighter for the thick organ. She almost felt relief when she felt the hot jet of sperm blasting her insides if it wasn't for the shame of being taken in such a manner.

Her rectum was hammered by each of the men, swinging her back and forth on their thick, black cocks as though she were a toy. It felt like they were trying to shove their cock in so deep that it would cum out her mouth, rubbing and stretching her intestines with painful regularity.

"NNNNNNOOO," nothing could have stopped the scream from her lips as the last one took her. Dayo, his name, as he reminded her.

"You'll remember my cock, Dayo's big cock."

It felt like she was being torn apart when the head of his cock finally passed painfully through her anal ring. She couldn't believe the burning as he began to shove the log up her ass, painful cramps deep in her stomach as her guts exploded with the thick shaft of meat that was slowly crawling up her intestines. She gulped when he was all the way in, her insides cramped around the thick meat that split her open. His cock withdrawing was as painful as entry, her insides sucked out behind it. He thrust back in so hard that he shoved all the air from her lungs, her head rose up in pain as he impaled her on his inhuman cock. He began to saw his cock in and out of her rectum, the slightest bump or ridge on his cock felt like a rock irritating her tender flesh. He took pleasure in prolonging her agony, fucking her, refusing to cum even when she tried to milk his cock.

His hands slid under her body until he found her clit. Captain Oni did such a good job on it, the clit still hard and tender, his fingernail scraping along the sensitive flesh, feeling her body jerking inside from the pain. "Cum for me, white bitch. And I'll feed your ass my black cum."

She had no control over her own body, fingers masturbating her clit while he rode her ass with powerful thrusts that filled her. When she didn't think it could get any worse, her mouth was speared with another cock, Natia not even caring any longer who it was, just doing what was natural. She didn't know how, but she came, the fingers masturbating her with such expertise. At the same time, her mouth was flooded with sperm, a fire hose exploded in her bowels, jet after jet of sperm filling her guts. She passed out before the cocks even pulled from her body, gallons of sperm in a puddle on the floor beneath her as it leaked out her abused anus.

She was finally allowed to take a shower in privacy, given her suitcase and her clothes.

She was being released today. Once they finished with her the first time, most of them left her alone, all except General Kalu. She was left naked, bound to a bed, General Kalu tying her in imaginative ways, always leaving her spread and open for him. At night, she was always placed on her belly, her legs tied to the edges of the bed, spread wide. A pillow thrust under her hips, forcing her ass up into the air as though she were begging to be sodomized. She felt him before she heard him, General Kalu always visiting her late at night. He took her without any preliminaries, Natia feeling his naked body on her back, the sharp stabbing of his cock between her cheeks, his black cock slicing into her rectum as her anal ring was forced to stretch around the massive, slick head. At least he wasn't as big as Dayo. He didn't give her anus time to grow accustomed to the stretching by his cock, thrusting hard and deep into her with just three powerful thrusts. He pounded into her rectum for twenty minutes, stopping just long enough when he was ready to cum, resuming the relentless pounding in her ass, trying to last as long as he could. Only when he was ready to finish off inside her would his fingers seek out her pussy and her clit.

Three fingers filled her pussy, powerful fingers pinching her clit until she was forced by the pain to shove back onto the cock that reamed her rectum. It only inspired him to hammer into her harder and faster, Natia feeling her anus burning up by the friction of his thick cock. In spite of all that he did to her, he did make her cum. Each night she was forced to cum just at the moment she felt the jet of hot sperm bath her intestines. She couldn't stop herself or maybe it was that she didn't want to.

During the day, he would come into the room where she was bound, playing with her defenseless body, probing and penetrating all of her holes while she squirmed helplessly in the tight bondage. He wouldn't let her cum, always stopping when he saw her peaking.

It was only at night when he had his cock up her ass would she be allowed her pleasure.

She waited for him to come into the room late at night and penetrate her, knowing that her pleasure would soon.

It was two days before she was released. Heather and Michael negotiated the ransom, one million dollars, but it was more of a down payment on a peace treaty than for her release. Michael was sent tapes at the beginning of the negotiations for Natia's released, but he didn't look at them, giving them to Heather. Natia was still his CFO and he didn't want to see what they did to her. Bill Marshall and his men picked up Natia. He felt bad that she was a pawn in a power play between the company and the rebels, but she didn't look that much worse for the wear.

Heather met Natia back at her hotel after her release. "I'm sorry about what happened. I should have been more prepared."

"It's not your fault. I know you did what you could." Natia was glad to be released. "How much did you have to pay?"

"One million dollars."

Natia was impressed. Impressed that she was worth so much. "Thank you."

"You're worth it. Michael and I would hate to lose you. You are a valuable asset to the company."

"When are we leaving?" Natia wanted to get back to the safety of Atlanta.

"We want you to stay for another week, Natia. We have an important assignment that only you can complete."

A week in Nigeria. Natia wasn't sure that she could stay for a week, not sure she would feel safe enough. "What is it?"

"After your ransom demand was met, Michael discussed a peace accord with General Kalu. He agreed to negotiate this week."

"You don't need me for that. I wouldn't do you any good."

"General Kalu will only negotiate with you." Heather saw the shocked look on Natia's face.

She didn't look at the videos either, preferring to abuse Natia in her own way once they got back to Atlanta.

"With me!" Natia couldn't believe it. After all he had done to her, he expected her to negotiate with him.

"He has guaranteed your safety. Not a hair on your head will be touched."

"Michael will be there too?"

"No, he insists on you only. I know that you must have suffered when he kidnapped you, but this is a big break for the company. If you can secure peace, we can lock up the Ondo property." Heather waited a moment to see her response, but nothing came. "It would greatly enhance your position in the company. Not only with me, but with Michael and the board."

Natia laughed, though it was a serious matter. "He just kidnapped me and held me for ransom. How do you expect me to negotiate?"

"I know you can do it. He doesn't think of having you over the barrel. In fact, the opposite.

You are the only one he knows. I think no matter what happened while he held you captive, he trusts you. You can use that to your advantage. I know how you can be when you are at work. You didn't get to be CFO of this company by being submissive. You took charge. You can do the same thing here." Heather knew she could do it if only she had the confidence. She had her personalities confused between business and pleasure. Heather just hoped that her pleasure personality didn't change. She still had a date with a lovely submissive to look forward to.

"Okay, I'll do it. Let's have dinner with Michael tonight to go over the parameters of the settlement. I'll make sure we get our money's worth."

Michael was surprised by Natia. She didn't look like someone that was just released from captivity. She was raring to go, ready to take on her captor in a situation that was more to her liking. It didn't take long to go over the dollars and agreement they needed for peace, enjoying dinner after that. If Natia didn't work for Michael, he might consider seeing her submissive side, but for now, he would leave that to Heather.

Natia was a little nervous going to the meeting site. It was high in the jungle, Bill Marshall and his men taking her. She made a point to have Bill and two of his men in her vehicle this time. There would be no slip-ups this time. It wasn't the same camp where they took her; he must change often to avoid detection by government troops. She walked into the hut, a swamp cooler doing little to help the heat. Natia wore slacks this time.

"It's good to see you again, Natalia." General Kalu greeting her so cheerfully.

"Natia, General. Call me Natia." She took a seat at the table. "Let's begin."

Natia took charge of the negotiations, Bill Marshall and his men standing guard, the General flanked by two other officers, but they were there only for looks, the General hoping to intimidate her. They didn't. "We can work out a plan that will benefit both of us, but I expect your full cooperation, General. We don't want the government to intervene any more than you do, but our site is outside the generally accepted "safe zone" of the government. We will be counting on your security for our site. And we will expect it to be absolute."

The negotiations took all day, the night coming before Natia concluded the agreement.

She got up twice to walk out when the General became to be adamant with his demands.

"We will pay you monthly to insure your continual support and to make sure that you still have the power to consummate the agreement." Twice he called her back, twice she won.

At the end of the day, she signed the agreement, General Kalu signing next to her name.

Bill Marshall gave her the briefcase, opening it up on the table so he could see the green dollars in neatly stacked packs. "Is this satisfactory, General Kalu?"

He stood up, looking at the briefcase full of money. It was a good agreement, one that would keep his men in power for a long time, able to buy arms to fight the government troops and a little for him to save for his retirement. He was right about Natia. She might be submissive in the bedroom, but she was all about power at work. His instincts were correct to negotiate with her. He could trust her. He took Natia's hand as she got ready to leave. "I want to thank you, Natia. I hope there are no hard feelings between us."

She would have liked to say yes, but she couldn't honestly do it. There was something that lay dormant within her for ten years, but she wouldn't let it be that way any longer. It was part of her, and she wasn't going to hide it. She was sure that Heather would unleash it again soon enough. She whispered to him. "Yes, there were lots of hard but not feelings between us, General. I used to fear black men or at least their cocks, but no longer." He was still holding her hand, feeling secure in his tight grip.

"I'm glad that I could be of service, Natia. When are you leaving my country?"

"Tomorrow morning. My work is back in the U.S."

"I hope you will look me up if you come back." His cock was already hard at the thought of what he might do to her.

Natia could already see herself bound by him if she came back, and it made her wet. "It would be a pleasure." He finally released her hand, Natia walking out but not before she felt a casual touch of a hand over her ass as she passed him. The ride back was relaxing, calling Michael and Heather and giving them the good news. "Get the jet ready for the morning, I want to take a bath in Atlanta tomorrow night," giving orders to Heather feeling a little strange.

She took a shower, getting into bed with nothing on but her panties. It felt good. Even better would be to masturbate, but she was exhausted, falling into a sleep in ten minutes.

She woke up, feeling hands on her, but she wasn't scared. She sensed it. She felt strong hands pulling her arms over her head and tying them to the headboard. She was flipped over with little effort, onto her back, the sheet slipping from her body. "So soon, General Kalu."

He turned on the light, naked, his black cock jutting out erect in front of him. "Good instincts, Natia." He looked at her, only panties covering her, pure white breasts that begged to be touched, her nipples still swollen after days. "I just couldn't let you leave without saying goodbye."

"Are you going to say goodbye with your black cock?"

"That and lots of rope, Natia. You will be well fucked when you board the comforts of your jet in the morning. Your body will remember this time we will have together." He pulled her panties down, grabbing her ankles, spreading her legs wide as he roped them to the sides of the bed. "Do I need a gag for you?" He kneeled to the side of her head, aiming his cock to her waiting lips. Her mouth opened, the slick, black head of his cock slipping through her red lips, feeding his cock into her mouth until she choked. "Take it, Natia, take it all."

He shoved, sitting on her chest as he pumped his cock down into her throat, enjoying her gurgled gags.

That was all the gag she needed, his black cock stuffing her mouth until her lips threatened to tear. He began to throat fuck her, Natia tugging on her bound hands and legs until the ropes dug into her flesh painfully. He throat fucked her slow and long, his balls slapping along her chin as he fucked her mouth. He finally came in her mouth, pulling out of her throat, pumping his cock into her open mouth, jet after jet of white sperm covering her lips and tongue.

He pushed his cock back into her mouth, just the wet helmet, Natia licking it with her pink tongue until it was clean. He lay next to her, resting his semi-erect cock on her hip as he began to explore her pussy. Not gently, yanking on tufts of hair until her eyes watered, fingers entering her hot, tight pussy, stretching her from the inside, Natia unable to escape. He spread her pussy lips open and began to tap her flesh, first gently, then harder and harder until the only sound in the room was the loud report of his hand hitting the wet flesh of her inner pussy. Her body jerked each time, but her lips were silent as she endured the pussy spanking. He mounted her, taking her with the full measure of his cock in one thrust that drove the air from her lungs. He dug his hands under her cheeks, forcing her up to meet his powerful thrusts. His fingers dug between her cheeks until one finger found the tight anus, slipping one thick finger into her rectum, forcing her up to meet his cock with each thrust. Her pussy muscles began to clamp onto his cock, rippling up and down as he fucked her hot, tight passage with powerful thrusts. She came with him, two fingers stretching her anus was all that was needed to push her over the edge.

She was on her knees, her hands pulled between her legs and tied to her ankles, her ass rising up submissively, her anus begging to be penetrated, but first her mouth was making him erect again, this time her tongue working the magic on his cock. She felt the two nipples clamps pulling down on her tender nipples as she bounced in the tight bondage, but it wasn't as bad as the third nipple clamp, this one attached firmly to her clit until she couldn't stand the pain any longer. "Fuck me in the ass," she begged him, his cock slipping out of her mouth, glistening with her spit. He got behind her, mounting her, the hot head of his cock blocking her anus. He was impatient, the head of his cock slipping into her rectum with little problem except for the stretching of her anal ring. Her rectum welcomed his black cock, her muscles rippling up and down the thick shaft as it penetrated her intestines. He began to fuck her hard, his abdomen slapping against her ass cheeks as he plowed into her, the clamp on her clit bouncing up and down as her body was smacked by him. She came twice more, the clamp on her clit driving her over the top the first time, General Kalu stopped fucking her, enjoying the gentle contractions of her muscles as she came. He began to fuck her again, eliciting the second orgasm from his cock in her rectum, this time when he spurted his sperm deep into her bowels. It felt like gallons of it before he stopped.

General Kalu pulled his cock out of her anus, going around to her mouth. "Open wide, Natia. You must clean my cock." His dirty cock slipped through her lips, a grimaced look on her face as his soiled cock ran over her tongue. He felt her hesitate, then her tongue began to lather it until it was glistening and clean. "Such an obedient girl, Natia." He hated to see her go.

Natia had been back for two weeks. They won the bidding for the Ondo property, getting it for a cheap price, not much competition, most companies afraid of the rebels. Even with what would be paid to the rebels, the company would reap great profits. Natia, also, did well. Michael gave her a $100,000 raise and she had options on $5,000,000 of company stock.

Heather came into Natia's office. "Congratulations, Natia."

"Thank you, I presume I have you partly to thank for it." Natia sat there looking at Heather.

She had never been with a girl before, but with Heather, she would be more than willing to try. She was beautiful and dominant, a lethal combination in Natia's case.

"Yes, a thank you. I think a bit more than that is due. Don't you, Natia?"

"Yes, Mistress," Natia said with a calm voice, though her heart was racing.

"Tonight at my house. You can show me your gratitude." Heather wanted to kiss her, but she wanted her wanting by the time she came over tonight.

"Anything, Mistress. Anything you want."

"I was hoping you would say that. See you at seven." She left her alone, Heather feeling her wet pussy soaking her panties.

The house was befitting Heather's stature, a grand palace outside the city of Atlanta. Natia had dressed for Heather, a little black dress that barely covered anything, black bra and panties, nice black nylons held up with a garter belt and four-inch heels that made her legs look even longer. She painted her lips red, a bright red, hoping that she would have the chance to use them on Heather. She was surprised that Heather answered the door. She almost came when she saw Heather. She was dressed in black boots that went all the way up to her thighs. A short skirt would have been an understatement to describe the small piece of black material that hung low down on her hips and could barely cover her crotch. Her midriff was bare; a black, half tee shirt covered her naked breasts, hard nipples pushing out the thin material. In her hand was a black riding crop. Natia shivered with excitement.

"Come in, Natia. You look good enough to eat. I hope you aren't hungry, because I don't think I can wait." Natia stopped when Heather touched her ass. "Nice ass, Natia. I'm going to regret that I will have to stripe it."

She didn't want to move, preferring the gentle caress of Heather's hand on her body and the expectations of so much more.

"Let's us go into Richard's library. He did love for me to bring my toys into his office." Natia followed her like a lamb to slaughter.

The library was huge and filed with furniture, but Natia only saw possibilities of places to be bound. It still smelled of a man, the stale smoke of cigars and the smell of leather books. "Tie me up, Mistress." Natia said it before she even thought about it.

"I though you would never ask." Heather had her wrists bound in the leather straps, pulling them so tight that they dug into her white skin. Richard had this office built for her pets.

She took the straps and placed them on the hook, the soft hum of the electric motor pulling her arms up into the air until Natia was forced to stand on her toes.

Her body was drawn taut, her muscles straining, rocking back and forth as she tried to balance on her toes, the heels to high to be manageable.

The doorbell rang, a shocked look on Natia's face.

"You didn't think we would play alone, did you, Natia? I love to share my toys with my friends. I'll be right back."

She walked out, leaving Natia alone, bound and vulnerable. Who did she invite and what would they do to me? A bit of fear mixed in with the excitement. She heard them, not one, but two men talking to Heather as they came down the hallway toward the door. Two men walked in, not what Natia was expecting. They were both in their fifties, late fifties, though you couldn't say that they didn't take care of themselves. Were they friends of her late husband's? Or did Heather prefer older men?

"You've outdone yourself, Heather. This one is quite desirable, and I love the way you already have her packaged for us."

"I'm sure you are not finished wrapping her. I know how much you love your rope. She is quite compliant, not that she has much of a choice now that she is bound. It's Friday, so you can stripe her if you want, they will be less noticeable by Monday. Not that anyone would see where you like to stripe."

They talked about her as if she weren't there, and Heather never made any attempt to introduce them to her, but then again, what would she say. I want you to meet the men that will abuse you. They sat down in the leather chairs in front of Natia, her eyes catching the bulge in their pants. Their age didn't seem to hinder their erections.

Heather moved next to Natia, running her hands up her arms, feeling the tense muscles.

She lifted Natia's chin, their lips almost touching, Heather feeling the heated breath of Natia's labored breathing. She felt a spark jump across their wet lips just before they kissed, Natia's tongue coming out to greet Heather as their lips pressed against each other.

Natia slid her pussy against Heather, wishing her hands were free so she could grab her ass, just as Heather was doing to her. Soft hands were touching her, not the frenzied clenching of a man, Natia slowly rolling her hips as she masturbated against Heather. She had never kissed so passionately, not even with a man, their tongues darting back and forth in each other's mouth, their soft lips meshing.

Heather finally broke the kiss, her pussy wet with desire. Her fingers went to the back of her dress, the soft sound of the zipper sliding down breaking the halted silence in the room. "I'm afraid that I will have to untie you to take the dress off. Are you going to be a good girl, Natia?" She tapped the riding crop on her ass.

"Yes, Mistress." She felt the riding crop on her buttock, the sting more pleasure than pain.

Her arms were lowered, the straps taken off.

"Stand in front of them and undress. Slowly. They will instruct you on how to perform."

This was turning out to be different than she expected. It was almost like Bradford, but this time it was a woman that was using her like a whore for her friends. Natia turned and stood in front of the two men, holding up her dress over her breasts.

"Take it off, Natia. I want to see that lovely body." Wesley Lassiter said to Natia. He was Heather's late husband's brother. His best friend Steven sat next to him, unable to believe what Wesley had told him they were going to do tonight. He began to believe when Natia let the little black dress slip to the floor, standing so majestically in her bra and panties.

Wesley had a riding crop, also, tapping it between her thighs until Natia got the hint and spread her legs. "Wider, Natia; spread your legs wider." He saw her panties pull over her mound as she spread her legs. He began to tap her inside thighs, slapping back and forth between them until they turned a soft pink.

Natia could feel the soft breeze from the riding crop blowing on her pussy, wishing he would accidently miss and hit her pussy. He stood up, looking at her.

"You may call me Master." He walked around her body. It had been a long time since he had a girl this young and beautiful, but Heather said he could do anything he wanted to her. Anything and he was going to take advantage of it.

She shivered when she felt the riding crop on her ass, grazing over it slowly, pushing harder in her crack as the tip went between her legs from behind. She felt a gentle tap on her pussy, another, this one harder. She felt her pussy flooding her panties as he increased the tapping.

Wesley began to slap her pussy with the riding crop, softly at first, but harder when he got no response from her. She stood there with her legs spread as he hit her pussy, hearing her moan, not from pain, but from pleasure. He stopped, walking in front of her, her nipples pointing out the sheer black bra. "Show us your tits, Natia. Take off your bra, and then put your hands behind your neck in the classic position."

Steven couldn't believe that she was letting him do this to her. She was beautiful and docile. Wesley was getting into it.

It took her a second to take off the bra. She let if fall to the floor, the air blowing on her nipples making them so tender. She put her arms behind her head, her elbows pointed out to the sides as she arched her back provocatively.

"You've done this before, Natia. Very obedient," he complimented her. He began to use the riding crop on her breasts, first working on their soft underside until he had them both dancing on her chest. Then the crop moved to the front, covering every inch of the firm flesh until they grew pink, but making sure that he didn't touch the areola or her nipples.

Not yet.

Her nipples were begging for the riding crop, her breasts jiggling as he slapped them with the riding crop, the sharp slap of the leather on her flesh arousing her to a fever pitch. She stuck her breasts out farther, hoping that he would see that her nipples needed to be punished.

"Hold still, Natia. I'm gonna work over your nipples now." He didn't give her a chance, swinging the riding crop sideways so that it cut across both nipples with a single swing. He was rewarded with a shrill cry from her lips.

"AAAEEWWWW," she cried out when the terrible sting bit into her nipples. They were still sore from their abuse in Nigeria, the riding crop finding them tender. Still, she didn't move, posing with her breasts thrust out as he slapped them back and forth, her nipples receiving the brunt of the punishment.

Her nipples swelled the more he hit them, making them easier targets for the sting of the riding crop. Wesley looked over at Heather, her hand beneath her short skirt, her eyes on Natia as she masturbated in excitement. He stopped striking her with the crop, Natia's breasts rising and falling from her halted breathing. He rubbed the shaft of the riding crop between her legs, sawing it back and forth until he saw it disappearing between her panty-covered pussy lips. It took only a few moments before her hips began to move, riding the crop.

Her nipples felt good, sore but good. She never knew what they did to her clit and nipples in Nigeria, but they had a newfound tenderness, pain or pleasure magnified. The riding crop did both, a strange tingling from the bite of the crop sending pleasure between her legs. And now she had the delicious feelings of the shaft on the crop masturbating her pussy, slicing up and down her slit just as the General had done when he made her ride the triangle of wood.

"Remove your panties. Leave the garter belt and stockings. They will look nice when you are nude." He watched as she bent over, her luscious breasts dangling down, swaying back and forth as she slowly pulled her panties down and off her feet. She stood back up, not needing to be told to spread her legs, farther this time.

She was shorn, Natia shaving her mound when she got back, not sure why, but it made her that much more erogenous. Her lips were pulled back as she spread her legs wide, revealing all to them.

"You're very wet, Natia. Naughty girls need to be punished." He went to work on her ass first, slapping hard against each cheek, then moving between her legs from behind, brining the riding crop straight up to attack her pussy. She gasped each time the crop struck her pussy, rising up on her toes, but she never closed her legs, almost waiting for the next one.

He cropped her ass and her pussy from behind, then moved in front of her and attacked her pussy. It felt like a swarm of bees stinging her, her lips swelling up as the leather crop slapped her lips from one side to the other. Then he took aim on her slit, the crop finding her slit and smashing hard between, pushing her lips apart and stinging her soft, inner flesh. She bounced up and down on her toes each time the crop found her tender flesh.

"I need her," Heather desperate.

"Sit in the chair. Naked." It was Steven talking. Heather was Wesley's sister-in-law, so he wouldn't touch her, but Steven would. She was dominant, but she would still have to perform with Natia.

She took off her clothes, throwing them to the floor. Wesley had never seen her naked before, stopping and staring at her as she sat in the chair, her legs spread wide.

"Peel your pussy lips back and hook your legs over the arms. Yes, that's good, slide down a little. I want to see your ass hole." Steven was getting into this, Heather obeying him as if he were her husband.

Both of the men were looking at her, staring at her as she showed all of her charms to them, spreading out on the chair. Steven was demanding, making her show her anus, Heather sliding down until they could see everything. Her fingers could barely hold her wet pussy lips as she spread herself open for all to see.

"Your cheeks, pull them apart. I want to see more." Maybe Steven should use the crop on Heather. "More, I want to see it opening."

Heather could feel the pucker go out of her anus, feeling her anal ring opening as her fingers dug into her cheeks and pulled her anus open for all to see. Wesley couldn't take his eyes from between her legs. She felt a blush go over her body at the way he was looking at her so intimately.

"I think Heather should get a reward. Natia, I want you to get in front of the chair. Closer, that's good. Now keep your legs straight, but bend over...deeper." Wesley grabbed the leather straps, pulling her hands behind her back and securing them high up her back.

"You won't need your hands. Heather will guide you to pleasure her."

She was bent over, her face only inches from Heather's pussy, her fingers opening her up, seeing the wetness on her slick inner lips. Natia had never gone down on a girl before, but she was barely in a position to say no. With her hands tied and Heather already reaching for her head, she wet her lips in anticipation.

"Spread your legs, Natia. Real wide. I'm going to work you over while you pleasure Heather." Wesley picked up the red and black flogger, twenty falls hanging down, each about a foot long.

Natia looked over her shoulder and caught a glimpse of the flogger. No one had ever used such a thing on her before. With her legs spread and her ass arched up submissively, there was only one place that would receive the flogger. Her ass and her pussy. The flogger looked formidable, not a slap like the crop. She only hoped that she wouldn't disappoint them and try to close her legs. Heather's hands grabbed her head tighter, pulling her forward. Natia could smell Heather's arousal.

"Lick me, Natia. Slowly, I want you to suffer. AAAHHHH," Heather cried out from the first touch of her tongue. "Yes, there, lick me there." Heather began to move Natia's head, her tongue following, touching her in all the secret places that only a girl knows.

It hit her with a thud, slapping hard against one buttock, pulling away and hitting the other.

It wasn't too hard, yet. He hit her four times on each buttock, each time harder

"Relax your cheeks. You're going to feel it on your ass hole now." Wesley couldn't believe what he was going to do. He was going to whip a beautiful girl on her anus, and she was going to let him. He swung the whip down from above her, surprised that he was so good with the flogger, half of the tresses striking down through her cheeks and attacking her anus with a vengeance. Another one, this time from below, making her jump and gasp as he caught her on the edges of her pussy before the tresses slid up and hit her anus with a thud.

It felt like he was drilling it up her ass. Her buttocks were already warmed up by the flogger, but now his attention was drawn to her crack, Natia expected to keep her buttocks from contracting in spite of the pain that shot into her bowels each time the tresses attacked her anus. Natia couldn't deny that Heather's pussy tasted good, Heather smashing her face between her pussy lips until her cream was all over her lips and cheeks. Heather would slow down when she was too aroused, Natia forced to take more of the flogger as Heather prolonged Natia's whipping. Natia couldn't believe she just thought that. She was letting someone whip her. Between the legs, the flogger coming up from beneath her legs and slapping hard against her mound as Natia gasped in pain and stood up on her toes. Again the whip returned, the tresses seeking out the tender flesh between her lips, pushing aside the swollen flesh to beat her most tender flesh.

"My ass, rim me, Natia." Heather was ready to cum but wanted to prolong it, seeing Wesley having too much fun whipping Natia. "Oh, God, yes, right there, stab your tongue in me." It felt like a tiny cock was shoved up her anus as the wet tongue stabbed in and out of her rectum.

Her pussy should be sore, but Natia only felt the pleasure, as if the tresses were caressing her flesh lovingly. Natia could hear the solid thud of the flogger hitting her full on her mound, her ass jerked up with the powerful blow, but by the time it reached her brain, all Natia felt was the pleasure of submission.

Heather made Natia lick her for ten more minutes, from her anus to her pussy and back, the wet thud of the flogger adding to Heather's excitement. It was finally time, Heather unable to hold out any longer. She came like she never did before, smashing Natia's face into her pussy as she came all over her, refusing her to escape until the last of the orgasm was drained from her body.

She never felt a girl cum on her before, surprised as her copious juices spilled from her pussy and coated Natia's tongue with a thick layer of cum. She was shaking her ass in pleasure, the flogger following every erotic shake of her ass to whip her most intimate body. She came, came hard. Harder than she had ever before. She yanked on her bound hands as her tongue continued to lick the drenched pussy, the flogger attacking her clit until her orgasm exploded in her head.

They pounced on Natia as soon as Heather was finished. Both men wanted their pleasure and Natia would be taken for that purpose. They threw a mattress on the floor, untying her hands from behind her, pulling them out and tying them to a leg of a nearby chair until her body was spread out. She was on her side, one leg drawn up, a rope tied to the ankle as they hauled it up to the ceiling until she was almost off the ground. They were naked in seconds, Natia surprised at their size and hardness. For older men, they certainly still had all the necessary equipment. Natia didn't expect to be taken by them both, surprised when it was three that took her. Wesley took her pussy, the excitement of whipping her pussy making him thrust inside her with a powerful thrust that drove half of his cock in before her muscles could stop him. He pulled out, shoving back in, the full measure of his cock bottoming out when the head of his cock smashed hard into her cervix. She expected the other to take her in her ass, wishing for it, but instead, he kneeled at the side of her head.

A tap on her cheek and she opened her mouth, his cock fucking deep inside until she choked. He began to fuck her face.

Heather got her new strap-on, bought especially for Natia. It was thick and long. And black! She had seen the videos of Natia in Nigeria and knew what Natia needed. It had thick veins that circled it, a massive flanged head, almost sharp. She would feel every inch of it, maddening as it stretched her elastic passage and rubbed her raw. Heather even filled the reservoir with copious amounts of Wesley's and Stevens sperm, heated by the microwave so it would still spurt out warm. Wesley held Natia tight as Heather curled up against Natia's ass, her hand holding out the massive dildo and placing it against her red and swollen anus.

With her mouth and pussy filled, hands holding her tight, Natia couldn't do anything when she felt something hard pushing against her anus. It must be Heather using a dildo, but Natia never felt anything so hard and demanding as she did then. Even a man's hard cock was still soft flesh. Not this. It felt huge as it tore through her anal ring, her muffled scream blocked by the cock that was trying to enter her throat. It pushed relentlessly up her ass, tearing and opening her passage. It felt like sandpaper rubbing her raw inside, thick ridges and bumps on the fake cock touching her in places that weren't meant to be touched.

Even Dayo's cock wasn't this bad. This one felt like it was tearing her up from the inside.

She was pinned between three lovers, bound and fucked hard. It felt like hours that they fucked her, back and forth, the friction inside her passages burning her up. Then she felt the hands attacking her, her nipples twisted and yanked until she thought they were going to tear them off, her clit feeling as if it was grabbed in a steel grip, twisting and turning it into gnarled flesh. She wasn't even sure when it changed. When the pain turned to pleasure, or even if it did. Could I be getting off on the pain? A masochist. Was I becoming a masochist? Would I only get my pleasure through pain? Natia no longer cared, feeling the one in her mouth shooting off, her cheeks ballooning as he filled her mouth with his thick, salty sperm. It drove her over the edge, already cumming when the one in her pussy came with her, her belly flooded with their sperm. Not sure how, but it took her orgasm to a new high when she felt the fake cock reaming out her anus cum in her. It filled her with gallons of sperm, even feeling hot as it spurted inside her. She didn't know how or why, only that it did.

Natia didn't even know who was taking her after that. All night they tied her up, spreading her legs so wide until she groaned in pain, just as they did in Nigeria. Her breasts were bound until her nipples felt like they would explode, but they never let up. The worst was when they tied a rope across the room, all sizes of knots on it. She was forced to straddle it, pulling it up until it was trapped in the folds of her pussy and anus. Her arms were bound high up her back, Heather taking a riding crop to her ass to make her walk, the thick knots rough and harsh as they tore through her lips and scraped painfully along her inner lips. When she reached one end, they pulled up the other end of the rope, the crop forcing her to walk backward, this time her anus feeling like it was being sandpapered by the thick knots and rough rope.

Natia didn't know how they could stay hard so long and often, but real and fake cocks were always seeking out what hole was available. It was morning before they were finished with her, unable to stand, helped up by Heather, a river of sperm running down her legs as her pussy and anus unleashed the torrent of the men's arousal.

Natia was still friends with Heather, but no longer sexually. Steven had taken a liking to Heather, so she brought fresh girls for their threesomes. Just as she did when she was married to her husband.

Wesley had possessed Natia, just as Bradford had done. She couldn't deny him anything, and he always pushed her limits of depravity. Even Bradford would have blushed at some of the degrading acts Natia was forced to perform to make Wesley happy. Women as well as men forced Natia into the degrading acts. Natia no longer resented it, accepting her for what she was and what made her happy. She succeeded at work, dominating those that tried to take her power, but at home, she submitted to anything Wesley wanted or to anyone he gave her to. She had finally resolved to her duel identify and was happy.

 

 

The End