The Story of L. Chapter 3.

In the dungeon, blindfolded, shackled, desperate with desire, and impatient, the shock was complete. All manner of things L had imagined. Rough handling of her breasts, her ass invaded, her pussy taken, a hard cock shoved deep into her eager mouth, even the sharp pain of a palm or whip on her bottom. But what she hadn’t expected was ice cold. She screamed. It was right inside her cunt now, thick, stretching her open, smooth, and rapidly draining all that inflamed heat out of her. As it was rammed home she felt the wide base flat against her lips, cooling them too. A glass dildo, presumably, straight out of the freezer.

She recovered her breath from the scream, but was still gasping as the next shock came. This time it was cold and pain combined. It was the pain she felt first. A sharp stab simultaneously on each of her nipples, then the realisation that each was being pulled downwards by some unseen weight, and then the chill spreading out into her breasts. It was as if each nipple was now embedded in an ice cube. But whilst an ice-cube would rapidly melt in the counter-attack of her excited body temperature, the frozen metal of the nipple clamps would be sending bolts of icicles into her breasts for the best part of an hour.

She had wanted this. She had dreamed of it. She had suggested it. She had even begged for it. But now it was real and her body was reeling from the surprise.

She made a strong mental effort to regain control of her senses. Her pussy was starting to take the edge off the extreme cold of the dildo, but the weight that sat on a chain two feet below her nipples was swinging and sending tiny pulses through the whole of her chest. She suddenly noticed the silence again. There was literally no noise at all.

And then the slightest of sounds, no louder than the beating of a hummingbird’s wing; the sound of air molecules being parted at speed; a sound that despite its quietness would immediately lodge in her memory and would forever after result in an instantaneous, involuntary clenching of her ass, for it was followed by the most searing and yet exquisite sting as the thin strip of the whip left its first mark across her.

She screamed and screamed like she had never experienced before. Her breasts heaved and the weight oscillated more wildly and pulled her nipples more sharply. She caught her breath and felt a gentle finger on her face. It was stroking across her cheek and under her eye and wiping away the teardrop that had formed. Then the wet finger dropped to her open, panting, lips and wiped itself just inside her mouth. Momentarily she relaxed, and then that sound, clench and crack, and she screamed again even more loudly than before.

She lost count of how long this continued, and how many times they marked her. Her face was streaming with tears, her bottom was burning hot and she no longer had any sensation of the dildo still forced into her pussy. But at some point it stopped, and the tears were wiped away again. There was more noise in the room now, though her head was so full of the sensation of pain that she couldn’t make out who was saying what.

But she did notice the sound of the scraping of the chairs across the wooden floor. And she was conscious of movement behind her. And then the first assault on her asshole began.

It was done kindly at first. She felt the cool lube being spread across her hole then a lubed finger pushing inside. But that was where the gentleness stopped. The next thing she felt was unmistakably the head of a cock pressing on her entrance. She let herself open and the next moment six inches or more of exceedingly hard and thick cock was in her asshole up to the hilt, with a speed that forced her to breathe out suddenly, and gasp again. With the thick dildo in her pussy, the combination of girth in her two holes was extraordinary.

And then she was being pounded, the full length of that cock one moment was right inside her and the next it was almost entirely out. Each thrust seemed faster than the one before. Her asshole was adjusting rapidly to the sensation, and already not closing each time he almost fully withdrew.

Only moments earlier all she could feel was the heat and pain across her bottom, and the weight on her tits, and now all that was forgotten. Her brain could only cope with so much sensation at the same time. She mentally locked onto the hard fucking that her ass was taking, and that inflamed her passion even more. Whoever he was he was big, and she was being stretched really wide. And he was properly hard which was evident mostly in the motion into her, which was not straight in and out but rather a bearing down that was following the curvature of his erection.

She understood now the scraping sounds she had heard. Placed as she was, her pussy could be easily fucked from anyone standing just behind her. But her asshole could only be taken this hard if her assailant was raised up over her and able to swing his hips into her from slightly above.

And it was just at that moment that he withdrew completely from her. She felt her ring gaping open, expecting the next thrust that didn’t come. She wondered of all the eyes that would now be devouring the sight of her open asshole, framed by the bright red cheeks of her bottom, striped with lines from the whip.

More words exchanged and the creak of wood. Her asshole was just starting to close when it was obstructed from doing so. She knew immediately it was not the same guy. This cock was also rock hard but slightly less thick, and it was being inserted not so roughly but by someone savouring the moment. She felt it move almost excruciatingly slowly up inside her and heard the sigh of the lucky guy whose turn it now was to enter her there.

But whilst it might not have been so thick it was longer and she felt herself pushed forward as he gradually impaled her to his balls. And then he paused and she let her passageway tighten around him. She closed her eyes, to help intensify the sensation, clutched the bar harder, and just concentrated on the joy her ass was taking from this second visitor. He seemed to be enjoying the moment too.

And then he withdrew again, almost as slowly as he had entered her, until she could no longer feel even the head. Another pause, just long enough for her ring to begin to close again, then he was pushing his head past it.

And now the pace was increasing. Each time he thrust into her was slightly faster than the time before. Yet still he took care on each time to withdraw from her completely, let her close, then force his way back in. That opening up of her ring was the best part. The point of greatest depravity but also greatest sensation. She wanted to cum and wished she could reach her clit to give herself some relief, but no self-love was currently within her gift.

He was fucking her ass harder and harder now. That initial teasing gentleness had given way to a brutal urgent hammering. He seemed to be getting harder and harder. She felt his hands on her haunches and now his nails starting to dig into her as he tightened his grip. Faster and faster. She began to cry out with the pleasure and gripped the rail with all her strength.

His last thrust took him balls-deep into her ass, his hands were grasping her with the determination of coxswain fighting the wheel in a hurricane, he yelled out something indecipherable, and then she felt it as he flooded her anal passageway with his cum.

Her mind began to blur. He had cum inside her ass. How many more of those standing nearby would have that similarly in their sights? She was so overcome with desire and desperation that the slightest touch on her clit would have taken her over the edge. But no-one gave her that relief and she moaned softly to herself as his cock withdrew and she felt drips of his cum begin to exit her gaping hole.