WILD PLEASURE {short erotic stories} Chapter 59: PAIN AND PLEASURE (1)

Chapter 1

My body is being brutally mauled by six different men. I feel the cheap rope they used to suspend my begging body burning my waist as it rubs every time I move. I will surely have marks on my body for a few days after this.

As one of the men spread my individually suspended legs apart, I feel the rope that’s been wound around my thighs dig in and leave scratches as my already sensitive skin soars to higher planes of awareness. His small, yet rough hand comes down hard on the soft and fleshy inside of my thigh. I just know that his abuse will leave a bruise. His abuse is painful but inside I laugh at how little control he has over me. He said he was experienced but moves as though he’s only done this a time or two. On the other hand, the other 5 men are all being professionally precise in their punishments.

The Fabio look-alike is looking at me hungrily. He grabs the black silicon cock ring off of the toy table. I love watching him lube up his cock and balls slowly, carefully working his balls through the ring and gently pushing his soft shaft through. It gave me such satisfaction watching this perfected ritual. Once he starts walking my way, I have the perfect view of his nice cock. Its girth is not too thick and its length is nice. Already, the cock that is about to be forced down my unready yet willing throat is growing stiff at a solid 7 inches.

 It doesn’t take very long before I realize that he is ready for me to open my mouth nice and wide. His eyes tell me that his needs will only be filled when I’ve become his messy little skank. He thrusts deep into my throat, over and over. He is desperate to see my body covered in his efforts. I love how firmly he grabs my tits before he starts using the ropes as leveraged to swing my body even harder into his cock as he tries desperately to choke the life out of me while simultaneously covering me in my own filth.

I can hear his enthusiasm as I start to choke terribly on his member deep in my throat. He finally lets up when he feels the slimy liquid flowing from my body in a desperate release to get out around his deep prick. He lets up on my already filthy face for a moment, enough for me to gasp a few quick breaths before he ravages my destroyed throat again. I experience a short reprieve as shorter brown haired man shoves him unconfidently out of the way.

I’m very grateful, I must say, that this cock is quite a bit wider but far shorter at maybe only 4 inches. This little man couldn’t cover me in filth like the previous 7 inch cock, and I can’t help but beg for them to please, please destroy my body; to use me the way they would a streetwalker, a WHORE!

As the shorter man’s small cock is trying its hardest to make its way down my throat, barely reaching my tonsils, it looks as if the other four are ready for me now. One is walking over with the mesmerizing black horse hair flogger, the handle bound in a perfect wrapping of red and black leather while the second man grabs a scary pair of stainless-steel butterfly nipple clamps. The third has nothing but his beautifully, but only semi-hard 9-inch

 black cock. The fourth seems to be holding back, simply watching, and I can’t help but wonder what he’s thinking. What exactly it is he's saying with his eyes?

What is it he is planning to do to me?

As the third man wraps his monstrous black hands around his cock, quickly jacking it, it starts to swell. Once it is completely erect, I’m entirely terrified thinking about the fact it couldn't possibly get any larger but to my complete terror it does. This fucking cock must be at least 12 inches. Where does he think he’s going to put that? It doesn’t take long before I decide he's definitely going use my dripping pussy. Walking over with his intimidating obsidian cock, he tells the uneventful new guy to the scene to go play somewhere else.

He grabs my hips and looks at me with a very stern chiseled face before saying, “This is going to hurt you and you’re going to love it, you fucking dirty slut. You said you wanted pain. Just wait until I get this cock nice and wet. It’s really going to tear you open when I shove it in your pretty white ass.”

There is no fucking way that this man can get that cock into my ass. He decided that there would be no slowly, not for me, not today. He thrusts the gargantuan black cock into my pussy, shoving it in so hard that I truly think I’m a virgin as it forces primal screams of pain from deep inside my belly.

The bellowing comes from the deepest parts of my body, and I am not sure at this point if it’s from the pain or from the pleasure, from being so used

 and knowing that it is just beginning. As he continues to pound my throbbing muff, I try my hardest to not pass out from the enormity that is inside my body.

The man with the nipple clamps places them on my perky nubs without mercy. They must be set to the tightest setting because the pain is excruciating. Every time the rock-hard black man thrusts his colossal black cock into me, pain radiates from them and mixes in my belly with the pain from my ravaged cunt. This swirling of pain in the very center of my being is absolutely taking me over the top.

I actually think I may be able to cum tonight. I must admit that it would be nice to find a sweet release for once. No matter how hard I try, how many cocks I take, it seems as if sex mixed with pain does so very little for me at this point.

I can now see what the fourth man, the watcher, is doing. I see him watching the ropes tying my body in place for the men to abuse and

torture. His eyes continue to walk down the rope, completely focused on the complicated knots that hold me in place, that keep me from pushing them away in my pain and punishment. His face shows satisfaction at the obvious burns and scratches that cover my body. As he’s walking closer, he doesn’t look at me; he simply looks right threw me at the red marks, the spots on my body where there are now cuts from the rough ropes tearing into my skin.

He runs his hands all over the areas where the ropes are tearing into me as though I am just another piece of art in a sadistic gallery. Strangely, his

 appreciation for my body as just another piece of art stimulates some hidden piece of my mind and I am brought to yet another higher level.

It doesn’t take long before someone decides to position a bench beneath my body. Fabio crawls on top of the bench below my suspended body and thrusts his pulsing 7-inch cock straight into my ass. It’s more than I can take more, more than I can handle.

I’m howling in ecstasy and trying to flail my bound arms. The flooding pleasures run from my body down around the big cock in my pussy and then onto the cock in my ass. It is far too much for the man with the short dick in my mouth and he shoots his load right into my pretty, waiting mouth, letting the final squirt run down my cheek.

He squeezes my lips tight with his short stubby hands as if he is worried that I wouldn’t swallow. He tells me “Swallow my load you filthy skank,” and then spits on my face.

He lets go of my mouth just before he spits on my face, so I decided to spit his load right back at him. It’s not that I have a problem with him spitting on my face, but it seems like he would be an easy one to provoke and work up into a fit.

I’m right. I’m almost always right. I always seem to know the right buttons to push to get what I want while I am being fucked in unspeakable ways. As the cum filled spit hits his face, he goes into a rage. He grabs my hair with one hand and uses the other too harshly slap my face. He goes on and on, yelling at me, telling me how grateful I should have been to have

 his cum in my mouth while he continued to use my cheek as a slapping post.

This must’ve been the first time anyone had done anything remotely like this to him. After one final hard smack to my face, he simply goes to the door. I know that I won’t have to deal with him again for the night, and hopefully ever again. The other men are laughing at the short dick fucker as he runs off to pout. They all seem happier now that there is far more room to truly use me, to sincerely show me what it means to own a woman’s body.

The rope guy doesn’t take any time positioning himself in front of my face. I think he is going to give me his cock, but I am wrong. He bends over me, dangling his cock right in my face, just out of reach. There is nothing I can do about it as he starts binding my breasts, one and then the other.

I can feel the blood rushing in and being unable to escape, the pressure shooting through my now swollen nipples.

Still, the big black cock in my cunt and the other man with his delightful white cock deep in my ass send me over the breaking point again as they continue to destroy my holes. My body is shaking as they laugh, telling me that I was a good little whore, that I’m taking it so well that I must be asking for more.

Then the flogging begins, making everything far more intense. It isn’t so bad on my ass, thighs, and my stomach, but when he starts to flog my freshly bound breasts, I can’t control myself any longer. My mind is in a frenzy, a deep sexual frenzy. They could’ve done anything at this moment,

 and I would have been completely happy about it. This is what I asked for. This was what I was looking for when I posted my ad. I had said that I wanted to be treated like a filthy pain slut, that I was looking for as many men as I could get into a room at one time, that any and all men were more than welcome. Only these men, these six extremely different men showed up to the location which I gave them for the chance to destroy my body.