Slut Boy Mega Collection Volume 1

Chapter Nine-2

Suddenly I’m the one whimpering. Lastly Mistress takes a long cord, doubles it, and wraps it about my waist. She slips the two loose ends through the loop, pulls them down between my legs, up the crack of my ass and under my arms until they emerge by the back of my neck. There she creates a running knot that gathers my long thick hair into a ponytail. After that she adjusts the knot, shortening the ropes until they cut painfully into my p***y and pull my head back until I’m almost looking at the ceiling. Only at the very lowest periphery of my vision do I register her then piling both bed pillows just in front of me. With that done she moves behind me at last.

Already I’m very uncomfortable – though surely nothing approaching what my slave must be feeling. Then I forget all about him, as Mistress reaches around me and cups my breasts. Hefting and fondling them, she murmurs in my ear.

“Oh, your t**s are magnificent girl! I could spend forever just playing with them. And I think this submissive situation is already making you appreciate how much better it is to be the one on top, isn’t it girl?”

“Yes, Mistress!” I gasp. “Absolutely!”

“Good.”

As threatened she begins slowly playing with my n*****s: pinching them hard, twisting and pulling on them exquisitely. This hurts like hell, but it’s also wildly arousing. One hand drops away then, and I momentarily mourn its loss. But then that hand reaches down between my legs, and deftly separates the ropes biting into me.

Mistress begins rubbing my p***y, exposing my c**t and fingering it expertly. Again I gasp, shivering with pleasure. Then, still tormenting my tingling-hard n****e, she withdraws a vibrator from the bag next to us and switches it on. In seconds this replaces the fingers pleasuring me, and I moan deliriously at that hot buzzing.

Mistress presses her toy hard against my c**t, rubbing it up and down and all around. Oh it feels so absolutely heavenly compared to my other discomforts! Enfolded from behind by this big superior older woman, helpless in her arms while she professionally stimulates me, I soon find myself bucking in the throes of the most amazing orgasm. Shuddering all over, crying out my ecstasy, I come and come and at last fall limply back against her.

“Excellent!” Mistress breathes. Then without warning she suddenly shoves me forward, flopping me belly down over those pillows, with my ass high in the air and my restrained face staring at my suffering husband only a few feet away.

Tears streak his cheeks, and his eyes are full of misery. Still his extensively clipped c**k strains upward. This more than anything else renews my mad arousal. Squirming in place, I can feel Mistress rummaging through the bag next to us.

“Okay, girl. That’s one orgasm down. Now I’m going to whip you for a while. Let’s just see if you love or hate this...”

Oh God! A thick sheaf of thin leather straps dangles in front of my eyes, waggling back and forth. Then it drapes my face, those soft strips of skin sliding up over my head, down my back and arms before swishing back and forth against my ass. At last they are withdrawn, and I can only wait in dread anticipation.

“Watch closely, boy,” Mistress orders slave. “You will be getting this and so much worse for the rest of your life. I’m sure that whatever your wife endures she will want to pass along to you with interest. After all, you got her into this!”

With that those many straps suddenly smack smartly against my ass. I cry out helplessly of course, but for some reason it’s a distinctly erotic cry. It hurts; no doubt about that. But it hurts in a good way, if you can possibly understand. Then I’m flogged again, and again I squirm and whimper as much in arousal as distress. Unfortunately this equality doesn’t last long. Mistress Chantelle just keeps on whipping me, until my ass is seriously on fire and the pain has utterly subsumed the pleasure. My p***y remains hot and wet, aching hungrily to be penetrated. But now I’m crying, maddened by agony, and wrenching futilely at my bonds. Still the whipping goes on, stroke after painful stroke, until I’m ready to sacrifice anything at all to stop it.

Seen through a blur of tears, my slave-boy is struggling madly too. I can’t tell if he’s desperate to help me or only suffering his own many torments. But for both our sakes I assume the former, and for the last time I love him dearly. But finally the most vicious stroke of all slashes down and the whip is replaced by a caressing, comforting hand. Mistress speaks consolingly.

“All right, girl. You’ve earned your f*****g. You might find it uncomfortable to sit down for a day or two. But I’m sure you’ll consider it all well worth it after this.”

Her hands stop caressing me and grip my hips. I feel her shift her stance, and then the head of her strap-on just touches my burning p***y.

Oh, please, this is what I’ve been dreaming of! Still she teases me, just nudging gently against my opening as she calls out over me at slave.

“Well, little cuckold, are you ready to watch your wife get wonderfully f****d right in from of you?”

Still weeping, he nods.

“You realize of course, that once she gets it done properly to her she’ll probably never want your inept attentions again, don’t you?”

Slave hesitates at this, watching me as I squirm and keen with need. Then acceding to the obvious he nods again.

“How about you, little slut?” Mistress Chantelle asks, nudging more insistently into me, until the head of her c**k slips between those ropes and just inside me, a more tantalizing torture than ever. “Do you want me to f**k you? Do you want me to f**k you right in front of your bound and gagged, inadequate little loser slave of a husband?”

“Yes, Mistress!” I cry, out of my mind with need.

“You’re ready to finally find what being f****d is really all about?”

“Oh God yes, please, PLEASE f**k me! I am so dying for it!”

“Good. I like it when people beg me to f**k them. So take it, you greedy little b***h!” And with that she at last slams her hard c**k deep up into me, bringing a totally unselfconscious scream of pained ecstasy from me.

Oh yes, she was so right, oh god yes this is the best ever!

Mistress’ c**k is substantially bigger than Jon’s, and she’s so much better with it! And of course I’m hungrier and needier for a f*****g than ever before. As she starts pumping it rapidly in and out, yanking my hips back to meet her every thrust, I wrench spasmodically against the ropes, my helpless struggles further fueling my arousal. Screaming mindlessly I climax convulsively, the best orgasm of my life without a doubt. And still Mistress lunges and plunges away, f*****g me to ever greater heights of pleasure. Dimly I hear her urging me on and insulting us both as she does so, and in response I come again and again in mind-bending delirium.

“Yeah, you love it, little b***h, little slut, little hungry-cunt w***e! Take it then! Take the best f*****g you’ve ever had and glory in it! And you slave, you pathetic male trash, listen to how she screams! You know you’ve never given her anything approaching this kind of pleasure! Drown in your guilt and your shame you unworthy piece of s**t! After this you’ll never be able to satisfy her again!”

Oh heaven help me, she’s spot on with that. I’ll never be able to fully enjoy my husband’s f*****g after this. This is just the best, the most incredible experience there has ever been. Bound to the bed, my neck and shoulders aflame with strain and my ass still just so sore from its whipping, I can only scream and come nonstop as I’m powerfully pounded for what seems like forever. Finally after one last sky-splintering climax Mistress pulls out of me. And yet still my education has barely begun. Before I can even dream of recovering my wits, or preparing myself for it, that thick slippery c**k is again pushing into me. Only this time it’s my asshole being penetrated.

Alarm bells shriek within me. Automatically I struggle violently, and try to clench up against that shocking invasion. Of course it is all useless.

“Give it up, little slut,” growls Mistress, effortlessly forcing her way in deeper.

“Both of you are going to suffer this indignity tonight, and both of you are going to learn to love it. You hear me, slave?” she calls out to my goggle-eyed husband. “You’re next, slut! After I f**k your wife’s ass we’re both going to f**k yours to death! So treasure your cherry while you have it!”

With that she drives all the way into me: making me sob, making me groan, making my face come aflame with terrible shame. Never have I even considered letting someone do this. And now I have no choice but to submit as a near total stranger violates my virgin behind. Weeping with the unprecedented pain, I grit my teeth and try to endure as Mistress again starts really f*****g me, gloating grimly as she does so.

“Oh yeah, you’re tight, baby, you are really f*****g tight. This would be serious work for me if it wasn’t so much fun. Still, your pain isn’t paramount tonight, it’s your husbands. Don’t make me tear you up, my newest lover. Accept that you’re a sleazy little slut, and relax. This will hurt far less if you just loosen up and let it happen.”

Convinced by this I somehow obey her. And as always she is right. Once I’m lying limp and open and accepting that huge c**k begins to slide more easily in and out of me. This allows Mistress to up the tempo of course, ratcheting up the pain of my horribly shameful penetration once again. But after I while as I kneel bent over, bound and weeping and submitting to sodomy, I eventually discover there is sick pleasure to be found in being used like this as well, a kind of pleasure I’ve never considered possible and am terribly loath to admit to. Still there is no hiding how my groans gradually change to moans, my sobs stop and my back begins arching eagerly. Then Mistress escalates her pace even more, f*****g me with an energy I find utterly unbelievable.

“See, little slut?” she hisses. “I told you you’d learn to love it. What little slut doesn’t love being brutally f****d in the ass? How long will it be until you come, huh? How long until I f**k you into yet another screaming orgasm? I know I’m getting close to coming myself. Meet me there at the highest peak, you delicious little beeeeach!”

I can’t help it – for some reason being verbally degraded like this turns me on even more. And looking up at my husband as he weeps with pain, jealousy and outrage is impossibly arousing too. Add all this to the deep fast battering in my ass, and the excited panting of the domineering presence orchestrating all this, and soon despite myself I’m shooting yet again toward orgasm. I begin to scream out affirmatives, and my “Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes!” is promptly joined by similar joy from Mistress. Incredible as it seems, her manic rhythm spikes up yet another level, and at long last we meet, as decreed, at the absolute pinnacle of the universe.

Together we come in godly glory, in heavenly bliss, in soul-searing ecstasy. So wonderful is this mutual apotheosis that it instantly creates an eternal bond between us. Mistress confirms this by finally vacating my ass – at least for the time being – and falling forward atop me. Crushing me to the bed she growls quietly in my ear.