Zackzarack
07-01-2008, 4:07 AM
Found this on my HD. Needless to say it`s one of my favorites.
I originally downloaded it from a german Website, which is unfortunately down.
Hope it has`nt been posted before (and no violation of rule 9)!
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The Prisonor
Lucy emptied her glass and giggled. She'd only been at St Helen's a week but already it felt like home. When her parents had told her that they were sending her to boarding school, her heart had sunk. The last thing she wanted was to be cooped up with hundreds of other girls, with not a single boy in sight. Fingers and a dildo were no substitute for a penis, however much her mother told her otherwise.
She recalled her final night with Sean. How he had fucked her twice across her parents' dining table, then twice more on their expensive Afghan rug. He had taken her on all fours in the bathroom, howling like a dog as he emptied the last of his seed into her greedy cunt. After that she had forced him onto his back which, by then, was all that he was fit for. She had sat on his face and he had licked her as she sucked him back to hardness. Then she had lowered her ass onto his shaft and made him bugger her repeatedly until at last he'd screamed with pain and begged her to release him.
But she hadn't. It was her last night of freedom. Her last night without men. She wanted something to remember.
She'd wondered if it was an illness: this need she had for constant satisfaction. But even if it was, she didn't really care. Sex was all that mattered to her. To pleasure and be pleasured in return. She was growing up. Her oily cunt and sprouting breasts proclaimed her adolescence to the world. She had become a woman. With a woman's strength.
And a woman's needs.
Lucy leaned back and brushed a length of copper-coloured hair away from her face. The room was warm and stuffy, and though the windows had all been flung open, there was scarcely a breeze tonight. The girls had all stripped down to their white cotton pants. There were five of them, besides Lucy: Janet, Mo, Sal, Corinne and Sonya.
Sonya was the head girl at St Helens. She was 18; tall and well-built, with blood-red lips and thick blonde hair that bunched around her shoulders like a cape. Her breasts were large: big, rounded gourds of creamy flesh, tipped with chocolate-colored nipples. A dildo throbbed between her legs, its thick black handle poking out from under the hem of her knickers. Every now and then she would close her thighs and whimper crudely.
Alcohol was banned at school, but Sonya had her contacts in the town and getting drink had never been a problem. Lucy opened her legs and scratched idly at her pussy. Her pants were soaked in sweat and beer, and the gusset had become transparent. Her thick dark hair showed through, a few loose strands escaping around the edges of her mound. She raised her hips and watched her labia bulge against the flimsy cotton crotch.
Janet giggled to her right, belched twice and said, Let's see who's got the biggest cunt!
What do you mean, the biggest? drawled Mo, turning her dark, Hispanic face towards the sound of Janet's voice.
The fattest, then, said Janet, pushing up with her hips so that her labia bulged crudely.
We all know you have, muttered Sal. You've got the fattest ass, as well.
Behind them, Sonya squealed. Her buttocks bounced sharply and her legs kicked. Sweet fucking shit! she screamed, then arched her back and wriggled. She closed her fists around the blunt end of the dildo and pulled it high into her cunt as she came, yelling and swearing obscenely.
All right for some, murmured Corinne, before raising one buttock and letting out a loud extended fart.
Mo held her nose and waved frantically with the other hand. Get a load of that! she squealed. So much for the fucking Geneva Convention! That stuff could wipe out half of Europe!
Corrine raised her legs, tugged her panties up and exposed the wrinkled brown knot of her anus. Who wants to suck the poison out? she giggled.
We could always ask Michael, responded Sal, then instantly shut up.
Who's Michael? asked Lucy, tugging idly at her nipples.
No one, answered Janet. Sal's just pissed. Doesn't know what she's saying.
Lucy turned to Sonya. The big girl was staring back, her dark eyes shiny with arousal. It's OK, she said. Lucy's one of us now. We can trust her.
Corrine leant forward quickly. But if Miss Drake finds out.
She won't, said Sonya firmly. You worry too much, Cor.
So like I said, who's Michael? repeated Lucy. Someone's boyfriend?
You could say that, grinned Sonya, getting to her feet. Her breasts swayed heavily, glistening with sweat and alcohol. She tugged at her panties. The material had bunched up into her crack, the gusset slimy and discolored with excitement. Her labia were well-defined, a rippling bulge of meat between her thighs. Get the key, Mo, she said softly. Time we had some proper fun.
Where are we going? asked Lucy, as Mo crossed to the door. The dark Hispanic reached up to the lintel, scrabbled around for a moment, and produced two keys, one slightly larger than the other. She inserted the smaller of the two into the lock and turned it twice.
We don't want to be disturbed, smiled Sonya, walking over to a tall bookcase in the corner of the room. She extracted two thick books, dumped them on the floor, reached into the alcove behind and tugged at something hard. Immediately, the case slid back, as if on rollers. There was a gap behind, an opening barely large enough to crawl through.
This way, said Sonya, getting down on all fours and squeezing through. Mo hurried along behind her, followed by Janet and Sal. Corinne stood back and waved Lucy forward. Hurry up, she told her. It's lights out in an hour. We haven't got much time.
Lucy needed no second telling. She dropped to her knees and crawled forward into the darkness. A faint light shone straight ahead. The tunnel itself was no more than three or four yards long and before Lucy had time to consider the matter further, she felt hands around her shoulders as Sal and Janet hoisted her up.
She was in a small, well-lit cell. A long, padded bench stood in the center of the room, its edges lined with thick leather straps.
Corinne came through behind, brushing herself down. Belatedly, Lucy saw that they were not alone. A figure sat hunched up in one corner: a young man, in his early twenties she guessed. His hands and feet were chained, and there was something a gag, she assumed fastened around his mouth. A tray of half-eaten food and a mug of liquid lay nearby. There was a door to the left, slightly ajar. She was considering what might lie beyond, when Sonya answered her unspoken question.
It's his bathroom, she explained. Kneeling down in front of the young man, she untied the gag, removing a large rubber ball from his mouth. That's where you pee, isn't it? she grinned, reaching out and squeezing the young man's face. He didn't reply, but just dropped his head and moaned into his chest.
Who is he? asked Lucy, puzzled.
Michael, said Sonya. He's our slave, aren't you, Michael?
The young man looked up and his head bobbed nervously. Yes, Mistress, he murmured.
Lucy frowned. But I don't understand. I mean, where's he from? How did he get here?
We caught you, didn't we, Michael? We caught you being naughty.
He stared at her briefly, his face a mask of anxiety, but said nothing. Instead, he gave a frightened little nod and bowed his head a second time.
He came out here from the city. Lived locally for a while, then one night he made a big mistake. Sonya's face broke into a wide, relaxed grin. He decided to do a bit of snooping. Found a skylight over the showers and tossed himself off while he watched us cleaning our butts.
The filthy little pervert! spat Lucy and wrinkled her nose in disgust.
Unlucky for him, Corinne here spotted him from the dorm. That's when we hatched our little plan. We waited till he came down and then we took him prisoner. It wasn't very difficult, what with there only being one of him and five of us.
Lucy looked around the chamber. But what is this place?
The school was a private house before the last war, explained Sonya. The owner had these rooms installed so he'd have somewhere to hide if we were ever invaded. I found it by chance one day when I was tidying the bookshelves. It's fully equipped with a bath, toilet and sleeping quarters. She smiled grimly. Not that Michael gets much sleep these days.
How long has he been here? asked Lucy, examining the young man properly for the first time. Though he was sitting down, his long legs gave away his height. His shoulders were narrow and his skin smooth and pale. His face was round and shaven, his hair a curly brown and his eyes a pale, powdery blue.
Six months, replied Sonya, still smiling. We fuck you every day, don't we, Michael? Whether you like it or not. She paused, then added with a smirk, and more besides.
Lucy looked at her curiously. What sort of more? she asked, aware of a familiar tingling in her tummy.
We like to sit on him, said Sonya flatly. We like to sit on his face and make him lick our asses.
That's cool, responded Lucy. And he doesn't mind?
Sonya laughed. It doesn't matter if he minds or not. He's not here to mind. He's here to serve. She studied him with open contempt. Isn't that right, Michael?
Yes, Mistress, he responded in a weak voice.
Sonya reached out, grabbed a fistful of his hair and yanked hard. I'm sorry, Slave, she shouted fiercely, I didn't hear that. I must be going deaf. You'll have to speak up!
Mo knelt down, took hold of his nipples and tugged them cruelly. Michael's face came up and he screamed. Mercy, Mistress, please! Mercy!
You need to be punished, don't you, Slave? Sonya's voice was loud and full of menace. Janet crouched down and thrust her hand between his open buttocks.
Like a finger up your arse, Michael? she inquired. Or maybe two?
He yelled again, his eyes wet with tears. They rolled down his face as he wriggled between his three tormentors.
How should we punish you, Michael? asked Sonya. How should we make you suffer?
Sit on me, Mistress! he screamed. Sit on my face!
And do what? asked Mo, leaning forward and licking into his ear.
Smother me, Mistress! Sit on my face and smother me!
Will you worship our asses? asked Janet eagerly.
Yes, Mistress! he yelped, as her finger penetrated his butt.
Enough! snapped Sonya. I want some fun! Tie him to the bench.
Janet removed her hand and stood up. Corinne and Sal took hold of Michael's arms and hoisted him to his feet. Producing the second key, Mo unlocked the young man's cuffs. The two girls pushed him onto the bench and began to tighten the straps around his body.
What do you think, Lucy? asked Sonya, when they had finished.
I don't know what to say, she answered. A smile creased her smooth white features. It's very sexy, though. Having your own slave.
Take your panties off, said Sonya. It's time you and Michael were properly introduced.
For one moment, Lucy froze. She'd never done this before: never used a man who wasn't willing. Ice flooded her belly and she felt her bladder tighten with excitement.
What are you waiting for? asked Sonya.
Lucy needed no second telling. She hooked her fingers beneath the waistband of her thong and peeled her panties down over her small, circular hips. Her cunt was dripping now, the thick folds of her flesh shiny with arousal, her tight, wiry pubes matted to her skin.
Squat over his head, instructed Sonya, guiding Lucy towards the bench. The young girl moved as if in a trance, swinging her legs across the prisoner's chest and settling herself over his face.
What do you say to your new Mistress? asked Corinne, taking hold of Michael's hair and wrenching back his head.
Please open up your butt, Mistress, he whimpered. Please let me see your dirty little ass-hole.
Oh my God, sighed Lucy, and felt her legs begin to buckle. She reached behind and clawed at the heavy circles of her ass, parting her cheeks and exposing the fleshy pink fistula of her anus.
You have a lovely little butt-hole, Mistress, murmured Michael. Will you let me kiss you, please, will you let me worship at your little girl's hole?
Lucy swooned a second time. She turned her head and looked straight into Sonya's dark brown eyes. Can I do whatever I like with him? she asked.
Sonya nodded. Once you've made him suck your ass, he's yours forever. She peered down at the young man and watched as his head twitched nervously. Because were never going to let you go, Michael. You know that, don't you? So you'd better always please us or we'll make you suffer. We'll make you wish you'd never been born.
Please, Mistress, he sobbed. Don't hurt me, Mistress. I'm frightened, Mistress. I don't want to be hurt.
Lucy's heart began to race. Her pussy lips were aching gently, the panels of her flesh oozing with oil. Lick me, Michael, she instructed him. Pay me homage so that I know you're a good little slave.
She heard him groan and watched his fingers tighten anxiously. He didn't want to do it. He didn't want to lick her on the butt-hole; didn't want to suck from her tiny brown anus. Oh how delicious, she thought. This was true power.
This, she decided, she was going to really enjoy .
Michael raised his head and Lucy felt the tip of his nose brush against her anus.
Sniff me first, she told him, and giggled. It's a smell you'll have to get used to.
He breathed in deeply, as if savouring the aroma of some rich, exotic scent.
That's good, she sighed. Now put out your tongue and lick around the edges of my ass-hole. Tickle the rim.
Lucy bent her full weight into the young man's chest, spreading her fingers for maximum support. Her anus had always been particularly sensitive. Sean had been able to give her orgasms simply by sucking on the hole itself. If Michael hit the spot with her, she knew that she might collapse on his face if she were not careful. Not that it mattered, of course. But she wanted to enjoy the play of his mouth on her ass for as long as possible.
His tongue came out and flicked around the circle of her anus. Lucy bent her neck and gurgled at the ceiling. This was good. This was very good. His tongue skipped back and forth; up and down; around and around. She shimmied her hips and spat out crude obscenities.
Oh God, she thought! To be a woman, with a woman's lusts! Her belly tingled with excitement.
Your mouth! she squealed, oblivious to all around her. Use your mouth on me, you worthless piece of shit!
Sonya and Corinne exchanged a look of warm approval. Michael was a worthless piece of shit. They liked the way this new girl worked. She'd bring a new dimension, maybe, to their victim's torture.
Michael closed his lips around the knot of Lucy's anus. His hot breath beat against the pink, constricted well.
Lucy's head fell forward now, her lemon-shaped breasts trembling, her nipples fat like tiny corks. Give me a Frenchie! she shrieked, abandoning all inhibition. A French kiss! she elaborated loudly.
Corinne bent low and whispered in the young man's ear. She wants you to put your tongue inside her ass, she told him. As far as it will go.
As soon as Lucy heard the words, her stomach tightened. A surge of pleasure broke from inside her cunt and tore across her belly.
Do it! she squealed, heaving herself back, crashing her full weight onto his head. She squirmed her oval cheeks around his face, then yelled a second time as Michael's tongue thrust out, stabbing at her bottom-hole, and spearing her sphincter.
Oh, fucking shit! she screamed as the climax broke inside her. She straightened her back and sat bolt upright, centring her weight on her victim's nose and mouth. Bringing her hands up to her breasts, she plucked at her nipples, tearing at her teats, stretching her flesh until she cried again, with self-inflicted pain.
She bounced, oblivious to Michael's torment. He couldn't breathe; and she didn't care.
Sonya leant forward. You can kill him if you like, she said. Smother him to death with your ass.
She spoke the words deliberately loud. So Michael, too, could hear what she was saying. Either side of him, Janet and Mo bent down close and whispered to him.
Bye, bye, said Mo, and nibbled at his lobe.
Janet licked inside his other ear. You're a dirty, cunt-sucking bastard, she murmured. You deserve to die.
The young man's body jack-knifed and his hands clawed along the leather-lined bench. Sonya took hold of his penis and rubbed it hard, until his balls bulged with seed. She squeezed the base of his shaft and stemmed the flow of semen into his cock.
Lucy wobbled like a human jelly, rolling her hips from side to side, shrieking her release at the ceiling until, as suddenly as it had begun, her pleasure spent itself and she fell forward, utterly exhausted.
Michael roared, sucking air into his tortured lungs as Lucy slid onto his chest, smearing his skin with her warm and slimy oils.
Oh, fuck, that was brilliant! she sighed, easing herself off him at last.
You had him going there, said Sonya. Me, too. I thought you were really going to do him in.
I wanted to, admitted Lucy. It's something I've always wanted to do. I read a story once where a woman actually did it to a man. I've always wondered if it's possible.
Sonya smiled darkly. Who knows? she said. If Michael ever fails to please us, maybe we'll all find out.
The young man raised his head, his big blue eyes wide with concern.
Let's play Asshole Roulette! squealed Corinne brightly.
Great idea! agreed Sonya.
Lucy wrinkled her nose. What's that? she asked, aware even as she spoke of a frightened murmur from the man on the bench.
We blindfold him, explained Sonya. Then we each take it in turns to sit on his face. He has to guess whose butthole he's sniffing. If he guesses right, we let him lick us off. She paused and took a deep, steadying breath. Her bosom rose and fell, her cherry-pink nipples long and hard.
Lucy squared her shoulders. And if he doesn't? she asked eagerly.
Then we take it in turns to smother him, announced Sonya, with a big, cheerful grin.
But not to death? inquired Lucy.
Not so far, admitted Sonya. You see, we free one of his hands and let him wank. If he can toss himself off before he passes out, we dismount.
Lucy's face tightened curiously. And if he can't?
It hasn't happened yet, said Sonya.
But if he can't, persisted Lucy.
Sonya returned her gaze coldly. If he can't, she said in a quiet voice, then we smother him properly. She glanced down at Michael and grinned. That's right, Michael. All the way.
All six of us? inquired Lucy.
Sonya frowned. You really want to suffocate him, don't you?
Lucy shrugged her shoulders and looked embarrassed. No, I don't, she mumbled. I was just interested, that's all.
Sonya's face twisted into a wicked grin. You dirty little minx, she breathed. You're getting off on this. You actually want to sit on his face and smother him to death.
Lucy shook her head, and backed away a little. The other girls were staring at her curiously.
Corrine let out a long, shuddering sigh. What a thought, she whispered, turning her attention back to Michael. She reached down and fingered her clit through the cotton of her panties. Her teeth clenched and she emitted a grunt of satisfaction.
Enough! said Sonya. If we're going to play this game, let's get started.
Michael's eyes widened and his hands came up, forearms flexed against the leather bands that held him down. He snorted breath through his nostrils and his chest jumped nervously.
Sonya removed her pants, then swung herself across his chest. Raising herself a little, she brought her bottom back over the young man's head. Her buttocks parted like two giant curtains of flesh, exposing her chocolate-brown fissure. She lowered herself slowly, until her anus brushed against his nose.
Sniff me, Michael, she demanded. Remember my smell. Your life may depend on it.
She giggled as his nostrils pressed into her ass, breathing her deeply, tickling the sensitive anal core. Pulling away, she dismounted and her place was taken by each of the other girls in turn: Corinne, Janet, Mo, Sal, and finally Lucy.
Lucy spread her tiny fingers across his chest and felt his heart pound heavily. She twisted her head round and stared down into his face: saw the beads of sweat that had gathered under his eyes; smelt the fear that clung to him now.
Be afraid, she whispered. Be very afraid.
His Adam's apple pumped up and down and he visibly trembled. His head jerked sideways, his eyes now fixed on Sonya, who was standing a little to his left.
Mistress, please. he murmured. It's only a game, Mistress, isn't it?
She returned his frightened look coldly. Smell her ass, she told him. Or I'll smother you myself.
Michael turned his head again, and gazed up into Lucy's damp, sweat-dimpled crack. Her anus was a star of wrinkled flesh: a tiny brown morsel of meat at the very centre of her baby-smooth bottom.
He angled his nose so that his nostrils pressed against the rim of her ass-hole. Then he closed his eyes and took several deep sniffs. Lucy wiggled her hips, rubbing her bottom from side to side. His head fell back and he swallowed very hard. She heard his teeth begin to chatter gently.
He's frightened, explained Sonya. Last time we played this game, he got two of us wrong: Corinne and Mo. She smiled as Michael's head turned, and he stared up at her. Cor sat on him first. You should have seen how hard he wanked. He creamed himself in half a minute flat.
Mo came forward and stood at the other girl's side. We gave him five minutes to recover, then I sat on him. She grinned. He kept trying to say he wasn't ready. That he couldn't get it up again that fast. She pulled a very childish face and pouted. Poor little diddums, she simpered. He thought I was going to snuff him.
So what happened? asked Lucy eagerly. She reached down between her legs and rubbed her clitty. Her head was full of crude images: of Michael screaming as she lowered herself onto his head and covered him with her ass.
I thought I had him, admitted Mo. I must have been sitting on his head for about three minutes before he managed to spunk himself again. It was a close-run thing. He was really struggling. Another thirty seconds and he'd have gone under. His nose was so far up my butt-hole, I pissed myself with excitement. All over his face: down his throat and everything. It was brilliant.
She closed her eyes and smiled, purring softly under her breath as she surrendered to her memories.
As Lucy dismounted, Janet came forward with a length of black silk in her hands. She looked at Sonya, waiting for her friend's command. The other girl nodded. Do it, she said.
Michael raised his head obediently, allowing Janet to wrap the silk around his eyes and fasten it in a knot at the back.
Right, said Sonya, studying the straggle of girls. Let's get you into some sort of order. She waved them into position, one behind the other at Michael's head. When at last she was satisfied with the arrangement, she turned back to their victim and said, Let's begin.
She signalled to the first girl, Mo, who immediately stepped forward, straddled him quickly and lowered her ass over his face. Michael sniffed at her anus: Lucy was reminded of a pig smelling for truffles. He sniffed again: several times, and then his head fell back and Lucy saw his teeth nibbling at his lower lip. He was thinking: concentrating hard. He couldn't afford to get this wrong.
Mo, he said in an uncertain voice, his mouth trembling around the words.
Sonya said nothing, but merely signalled to the girl to dismount, then took her place. Instead of allowing Michael to sniff her in his own time, she pressed her ass right back, pushing down and covering him completely. Then she raised her legs, so that her full weight was concentrated on his head. Weighing her breasts in both hands, she plucked at her nipples and smiled dreamily.
A minute passed, then two. Michael began to struggle. This was not what he had expected. He had not drawn breath and his lungs, Lucy knew, must be bursting.
Sonya rose suddenly and swung herself free. Michael's shoulders heaved, his head came back and he screamed. There were tears running down his face.
Not fair, Mistress, not fair! he wailed.
Sonya nodded to Mo, who came forward again. She pressed her palm across Michael's mouth, and pinched his nose shut with her forefinger and thumb. His head began to shake and his fingers clawed against the fabric of the bench.
It's not for you to say what's fair and what isn't! she told him angrily. Perhaps this will teach you to have respect for your Mistresses!
Michael's head rocked from side to side. He wept into his captor's hands. Lucy counted the seconds in her head. Another minute slipped by. She felt a nudge at her side.
You have to tame them, giggled Janet. Break them in. Just like a horse.
Stop struggling! yelled Mo. Calm down and I'll let you go!
But that was easier said than done. Lucy felt her pulse rate quicken. Michael was shaking from top to toe. He must be very short of air now. She wondered if it was physically possible for him to lie still. His blood was starved of oxygen: his shuddering fast becoming an automatic response to his prolonged suffocation.
To her surprise, he went suddenly very quiet.For a moment, Lucy thought that he had passed out. But his trembling hands gave him away. He was fighting the natural urge to struggle: aware that only submission to his torturer would bring him any relief.
Good boy, whispered Mo. Just another few seconds and I'll let you breathe again. Just a few more seconds.
It was cruel. Lucy was well aware of that, and it made her pussy tingle. My God, she wanted to climb on top of his cock and fuck him to death. She needed a prick inside her now: needed it more than she had ever needed anything.
A maddened shriek of distress brought her back to her senses. Mo had released her grip on Michael's face and he was sucking air again, his chest heaving, and sweat dribbling down his belly. His penis jerked furiously. Lucy wanted to reach out and take hold of it. She wanted to rub her fist up and down and make it spurt. It was something she had always enjoyed. Milking a cock, the way a maid would empty a big fat udder of its frothy white cream.
So who was it? asked Mo coldly. Whose ass did you have your face up, you little worm? She tugged at his hair, bringing tears to his eyes. Tell me, you bastard! she screamed. Who was it who sat on you? And remember. If you get it wrong, we're going to smother you to death. All the way, Michael. All the fucking way.
The young man shook his head. He was crying now; frightened and confused. Lucy pinched her clit and felt her belly shudder with anticipation. One more touch, one more gentle rub and she would come. She plucked her hand away and closed her thighs.
Oh, God, she murmured, and felt her knees buckle.
Sal reached out and snaked an arm around her waist. Not yet, she whispered out of Michael's earshot. There'll be plenty of time to enjoy yourself later.
So who was it? asked Mo again.
Michael bit his lip. His mouth narrowed a fraction of a second before he spoke. Janet, he murmured. It was Mistress Janet.
Sonya licked her lips and smiled as Mo backed away. Lucy felt her pussy throb with heat. He'd made a mistake. Sonya would get her chance to smother him now. Holy fuck, she thought, I hope I get a chance as well. She was last in line. If he got more than a couple wrong, she'd be too far back. But if he didn't. If he got three, say, including her, she might just have a chance.
Janet came forward now. She lowered her ass and rubbed her anus up against his nose. He sniffed again: like a dog on heat. Lucy noticed how much her bottom resembled Sonya's. That's why he had made the mistake. It wasn't the smell, but the size that had confused him.
There was a loud, extended sqwark: like the sound of a balloon being released. Janet had farted, her anus rippling around Michael's nose as she emptied her bowels of gas. Lucy heard the catch in his throat as he gagged in disgust. Mo came forward again, knelt down and whispered.
Is there a problem, Michael?
He shook his head feverishly. No, Mistress! he squealed. I love to smell a woman's farts!
Would you like her to do it again? inquired Mo softly. Would you like her to break wind all over you a second time?
It was quite clear, from the expression on Michael's face, that being on the receiving end of another of Janet's farts was the last thing he wanted. But he nodded furiously and the panic in his voice was real enough. Yes, Mistress. Please, Mistress. I only want to serve! I only want to serve!
Janet pressed her anus to his nose, allowing him to smell her rich aroma. Reluctantly, he sniffed her ass. She farted again: very slowly this time a long, extended hiss of air across his face. His nose wrinkled, but he remained very quiet. At last, he shook his head. It was clear that he was confused. Whatever smells he had committed to memory, her violent expulsion of wind had thrown him off course. And there was another problem, Lucy realised. He had already mistaken Sonya's bottom for Janet's. If he remained convinced that he was correct, then he was doomed to make a second mistake. But what if he thought that he had already erred? Then he ran the risk of getting it wrong again, and if that were the case, then two women would have won the right to try to smother him once this was over.
He bit his lip in an agony of despair.
Mo spoke again. Whose ass? she inquired, after Janet had risen from his face and taken her place at Sonya's side.
Mistress Ð Mistress . His dithering was painful to see. Mistress Janet! he said for the second time in succession. He was right, though he didn't know it. But one thing he did know, Lucy, realised, and that was that he had got at least one of them wrong.
Corinne came forward and positioned her bottom over his face. Once again his nose came up and he sniffed closely at her anus. She waggled her hips, so that her butt-hole rubbed against his nostrils. He had to move his nose form side to side in order to smell her properly.
Whose ass?' demanded Mo.
Michael took a deep breath before answering, as Corinne slid from his face.
Mistress Lucy! he murmured, then seemed to change his mind. No - Mistress Ð
Too late! said Mo. You've made your choice. She leant in close and whispered in his ear. Who knows? You might be right. Don't want to ruin a good thing, do you, Michael?
Sal came forward now and settled herself quickly over his face, wiggling her hips, rubbing his nose with her cunt in an effort to confuse him.
This time, he did not hesitate. Mistress Sally! he declared, and the girl shuffled off him, looking distinctly upset.
Mo leant forward and whispered in Lucy's ear. She always does that thing with her pussy, so he always knows it's her, silly cow. She gave Lucy a little nudge. Go to it, girl. Give him hell!
Lucy came forward now, her legs trembling. Michael had got it wrong twice. That meant two women were going to sit on his face and try to smother him. If he failed to guess correctly when she rode him, then there would be three of them, and she would be the third. That would give her the best chance to do him in.
She swung her thigh across his chest and settled herself over his head. Slowly, she lowered her butt onto his face, allowing her anus to graze his nostrils. She felt the tip of his nose nudge into her hole, and when it did she sat back a little harder, so that her delicate bud opened a fraction. His touch tickled her and she wanted to laugh. But she knew that she didn't dare, because that might reveal who she was. Then she remembered Sonya's trick: how she had sat right back on Michael's face and confused him utterly. If it had worked once, it might work again.
Lucy wriggled her bottom back and covered him gently. She felt his head twitch as the muscles in his face hardened in panic. Then she was over him properly, sitting hard, cutting off his air supply. His head shifted from side to side, so that his nose tickled her anus. His mouth opened around her vulva; not in an attempt to suck or lick but in a desperate bid for air. She tightened her thighs and threw back her head, enjoying the sense of power that she knew she wielded over him.
To her left she saw the warning look in Sonya's eyes. Michael had been caught by surprise. The shallow breath he had taken would not allow him to survive for long. Reluctantly, she rose, and felt the suck of air around her cunt and ass. She lowered herself again, more lightly now, and offered him her anus to sniff at one more time. He seemed too far gone to make much use of it and, content that she had given him his chance, she rose from his face and dismounted. Her heart beat a little bit faster as she stepped back into line with the other girls.
Please let him guess wrong, she muttered to herself. Please .
Well? demanded Mo. Whose ass have you just stuck your nose up?
Michael was still gasping, still struggling for breath. He shook his head in a painful quandary. Mo grabbed hold of his hair and wrenched it back until he squealed.
Come on, she insisted. Whose ass?
The air was stiff with excitement. Corinne! he blurted. It was Corinne!
Lucy punched the air silently and mouthed, Yes!
Sonya came forward and removed Michael's blindfold. She looked down at him and smiled coldly. Oh, dear, she whispered. You didn't do very well, Michael. You didn't guess me for a start. The blood drained from his face. Sonya looked towards the line of girls. He followed her gaze. And I wasn't the only one, she told him as Lucy and Corinne stepped forward.
Oh my God, he murmured. I can't take on three of you! I can't!
You have no choice, Michael. You know the rules.
For the love of God, Mistress! he squealed.
No, Michael, she smiled. For the love of our naked little asses. She paused. I'm going to sit on your face, she told him. I'm going to watch you spunk while I smother you. She looked towards Corinne and Lucy. It's up to you, she said. You can have pity on him if you like.
No way, answered Corinne. I want to be the one that takes him under.
And if Cor doesn't do it, then I will, added Lucy with feeling. I want his head right up my bottom!
That's it then, Michael, said Sonya. There's no way out. She grinned. Only your cock can save you now. She reached down and fiddled with his balls. You're very full. Your first spunk's going to be a really big one. She swung her thigh across his chest. but remember, she warned him as she settled herself over his head. Keep some back for Cor and Lucy.
He shook his head from side to side. Oh no, Mistress, please. Let me rest for a few minutes, please!
There's no rest for you, Michael, she giggled and moved her backside into position. He stared up into her open ass. Her anus was round, bloated and dripping with sweat.
Oh, Jesus, he murmured. Oh Jesus, someone, help me.
And then her bottom came down over his face.
Lucy watched with excitement as Sonya rode the young man's face.
The blonde girl rocked her bottom from side to side, squeezing his head between her big meaty orbs. Michael's body tightened and his hand closed around the middle of his shaft. He moved his fist up and down, pumping smoothly. For a moment, he went very still, then his back arched and the first wave of semen spilled from his cock, spraying his belly with come.
He squealed into Sonya's ass, released his prick and dug his nails into his thigh. Lucy knew at once what he was up to. He was trying to override his pleasure with pain and cut his climax short. With two more girls waiting to sit on his face, he couldn't afford to exhaust himself early on. Lucy, for her part, wanted to hurry forward, seize his penis and continue to milk him.
Sonya had not dismounted. The big blonde girl had broken the rules again, rolling her hips and purring softly. Lucy's heart skipped a beat. Sonya had no intention of getting up. She was going to smother him! For a moment, she was torn between excitement at the thought of seeing Michael suffocated under her classmate's bottom, and anger that she was to be denied her own turn at sitting bare-assed on his head.
Michael's legs hardened and his feet began to jerk. Sonya reached down and rubbed at her clitoris. Suddenly, her head went back and she squealed at the ceiling. Her buttocks shook and she fell forward, clawing at her victim's belly with her long, blood-red nails. His nose emerged from the cavern of her ass and he inhaled furiously, his hands bunched into fists of pain.
Sonya slid from his chest, sat on the floor and hugged herself tightly. Oh, Jesus, she whispered, that was so fucking good.
Corinne looked first at her watch, and then at Michael. Five minutes, she announced flatly, and smiled as he turned his wide, fearful eyes towards her. She reached down between her thighs and hugged her vagina. Then you're going to suck on my cunt, you little worm.
Michael's semen lay in creamy pools across his belly. When he moved, the spunk dribbled down his sides and wet the leather bench. His fingers unfurled and edged towards his cock.
No touching! warned Corinne. Not until your nose is up my ass. She reached down, took a fistful of his hair and pulled it tight. What do you say, Michael? she inquired sternly.
His Adam's apple jerked, and there were tears in his eyes. I'm sorry, Mistress! I'm sorry! he squealed.
Corinne knelt down, extended her tongue and licked her way into his ear. You'd better keep me sweet, Michael. You want me to go easy on you, don't you? You don't want me to be cruel. Or perhaps you want me to smother you with my bottom? Is that it?
She pulled hard on his hair again and he yelped. His mouth was trembling, and a drop of sweat broke free and ran down the side of his face. Several seconds passed and Lucy wondered why he hadn't answered. And then it hit her. He didn't know how to answer. Corinne was playing a game with him. What was it that she wanted him to say? To beg her to be kind to him? Or plead with her to be as cruel as she knew how?
Oh, God . murmured Lucy, and pressed her fingers into her cunt, rubbing at her clitoris. She felt her thighs clench briefly, and then melt. A familiar rush of pleasure gripped her quim and she snorted through her nose. She wanted him now, wanted him so desperately. She couldn't bear the thought that Cor might suffocate him first.
Well, Michael? Corrine asked again. Tell me what you want me to do!
His lips were trembling as he spoke. I want you to smother me, Mistress! he wailed. I want you to sit on my face and smother me to death! Please, Mistress! Smother me, Mistress! Smother me!
Corrine licked the edges of her mouth. She lowered her head and lapped at the inside of his ear. I'm going to straddle you, Michael, she whispered. I'm going to straddle you with my bare bottom...
Rest period's over! announced Sonya.
Corinne purred softly, kissing Michael lightly on the cheek. Time to be smothered, she whispered coldly, and felt his body tighten.
He took a series of rapid breaths, expanding his lungs as Corinne swung her leg across his chest and settled her bare ass over his head. She reached back and opened herself up, distending the puckered hole of her anus.
Here I come, she warned him, lowering herself very slowly, inch by inch until she had completely covered his head. Lucy saw his chest rise powerfully at the last moment as he filled his lungs with air. His free hand reached out and seized his cock, fingers tight around the shaft. Then he began to pump himself vigorously. But his penis remained limp. There was a look of utter triumph on Corinne's face. Lucy felt a lump of despair from in the pit of her stomach. Corinne reached down and palmed her hips, pressing her ass-flesh hard around her victim's head. A short, muted grunt broke from inside her crack, and, belatedly, Michael's prick began to unfurl.
Corinne's face darkened and she wiggled her hips from side to side, though maintaining her airtight grip on his nose and mouth. Michael was pumping furiously, expending vital oxygen in his bid to reach stiffness. But becoming erect was one thing, as Lucy knew. To bring himself to climax a second time, so quickly after his first release, was another thing altogether. Lucy doubted if this were the first time Corinne had attempted to suffocate the young man. Her teeth were clenched now, and there were tears of effort in her eyes.
Come on, ass-hole! Do him in! she grunted. Smother! Smother! Smother! It was as if she hoped that the constant repetition of words would add strength to her efforts. Michael's hips were jumping now, his arms and legs bending horribly. The other girls began to move in close, circling Michael's twisted frame.
My God, whispered Mo. You're going to do it, Cor! You're going to fucking do it!
Michael's grunts had turned to squeals. His hand flew up and down his penis, a blur of hardened flesh. The bench began to rattle. Corrine threw back her head, stuck out her chin and shrieked. I'm coming! Oh, fucking help me, I'm coming! Tears of pleasure broke from the corners of her eyes and ran down her cheeks. She wept unreservedly, and bounced her bottom several times in quick succession.
You're losing your grip! warned Sonya, but it was too late. Michael's nose appeared from between her wobbling ass-cheeks and he snorted furiously. With a shriek of anger, Corinne pushed back and covered him a second time. But even as the waves of pleasure subsided in her belly, his penis jerked and viscous pearls of semen spat from his urethra. His come was short and weak, but it was enough. Corinne slid forward, onto his chest, murmuring incoherently, her body shaking with anger.
It's not fair! she yelled, raising her head. Her eyes were blood-red, and there were dark squiggles on her cheeks where her mascara had run. Behind her, Michael gasped like an asthmatic, his tongue jumping in and out of his mouth as he swallowed huge gulps of rancid air.
Sonya came over and stood behind him, a grin on her face. Well done, she said. I thought you were a goner there.
His eyes widened fearfully. P- p- lease, he stammered. No more, Mistress, please. I'm begging you. No more.
Sonya shrugged her broad shoulders. It's not up to me, Michael, it's up to Lucy. She has the right to sit on you if she chooses.
He turned his head around, and his damp, pleading eyes met those of the young girl who now approached. Please, Mistress, he began a second time. I can't do it. I can't make myself come again. Not so soon.
Lucy straightened her back and looked down at him. What do you want me to do about it? she asked coldly.
Have mercy, Mistress, he murmured. Have mercy on me, please.
You don't want me to sit on your face? Is that what you're asking?
Yes, Mistress. Please, Mistress. I won't be able to make myself come. You'll kill me, Mistress. I don't want to die, Mistress. Please, I don't want to die .
I don't care what you want, answered Lucy, her tiny face hardening. I want to sit on you. I want to smother you. She paused, then added softy. I want to make you suffer .
Oh, shit, no, please! You can't! It's just a fucking game, isn't it? Just a fucking game!
Lucy passed her palm across her small breasts and rubbed at her flesh. The fingers of her other hand plunged into the furry channel of her cunt. I'm going to sit on your face, Michael. I want to know what it feels like. I want to feel you struggle. I do hope you'll struggle, Michael. I hope you won't make it too easy for me .
Oh, God! His head twisted from side to side, and the tendons in his neck stood out like wires. You're fucking crazy! All of you! You're fucking mad!
Sonya glanced at her watch. Four minutes, she announced flatly. Then the Smothering begins.
Lucy turned away and began to pace the room. She felt like an athlete limbering up for her final event. Her heart was thumping with excitement, and a film of sweat rose across her back and down the insides of her thighs. The other girls studied her enviously. They knew from past experience how Michael had always struggled when being sat on by two of them in quick succession. They had doubted he would ever survive being under three bare bottoms in a row. Now that the time had come, it all felt so unreal. And yet so terribly exciting, too.
Michael was staring at the ceiling, concentrating hard, willing the blood back into his cock.
Are you thinking dirty thoughts? asked Janet, giggling slyly. Trying to give yourself a hard-on? You filthy little slut.
It's not fair! It's not fair! he kept muttering to himself. I've done my best. I've always done what I was told. Everything. Everything you ever asked me!
And now we're asking you to make the final sacrifice, said Sal.
Time's up, announced Sonya.
The blood drained from Michael's face. No! he screamed. Not yet! I'm not ready! I'm not fucking ready!
Too late, breathed Sonya with a nod in Lucy's direction. The young girl came forward, her buttocks rubbing together as she walked.
How will you do it? asked Mo eagerly. With your pussy or your ass?
My ass, answered Lucy. I want his nose right up my butt-hole at the end.
Cool, whispered the young Hispanic girl. It'll be even better if you fart on him.
Lucy rubbed her tummy gently. I've had so much to drink, she giggled. I think I'll piss myself before it's over.
Do him slowly, said Sonya. Make it really good.
Lucy took a deep breath. I will, she answered. There's no way he's getting out from under my ass.
The young man's hand was flying up and down his limp, wet cock. As yet, it showed no signs of becoming erect.
Oh Christ, come on you fucker! he screamed at his penis, as if anger might somehow accomplish what rapid masturbation had failed to do. I don't want to die! I don't want to fucking die!
Lucy swung her thigh across his head and settled herself lightly on Michael's chest. His hand flew up and down more rapidly, but his cock remained as limp as ever. She raised herself on her haunches and manoeuvred her rump into position over his face.
Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit! squealed Michael, pumping as hard as he could.
Lucy lowered herself carefully, inch by inch, until she felt Michael's ragged breath beat against her buttocks.
Sweet Jesus, no! he screamed. Sweet fucking Jesus, noooo!
Time to suck on my ass-hole, said Lucy in a quiet voice, and felt another blast of air warm her sticky crack.
Noooooo! screamed Michael and turned his eyes away as Lucy brought her bottom down over his face. Sonya came forward and grabbed his head, holding him in place as Lucy's butt-cheeks closed around his nose and mouth.
His arms flexed, and his legs kicked sharply, his fist tight around his shaft, squeezing and pulling at his cock.
Lucy rocked back and forth, moaning softly. Beads of dribble broke from the edges of her mouth and ran down her chin. She clamped her bottom very tight and felt a peel of terror in her crack. Michael's chest began to jerk. The hand around his cock was shaking now, rather than pumping. His other hand raked the leather surface of the bench, and the toes on both his feet twitched up and down.
Lucy bared her teeth, and she growled. Her breasts were soaked in sweat, her nipples taut with raw, primeval lust.
I'm going to come . she whispered feebly. I'm going to fucking come .
Michael's prick began to stiffen: an imperceptible hardening of his shaft. Lucy sat upright, centring her entire weight on his head. She had lost all track of time now; aware only of the trembling nose and mouth around which her buttocks were so fiercely clamped.
Christ . whispered Corinne hoarsely, She's going to do it. She's going to fucking snuff him out .
Coming forward, one by one, the women gathered around Michael in a close, straggly circle.
I always wondered what it would look like, breathed Mo. She slipped her right hand down between her thighs and rubbed herself smoothly.
Lucy reached down and fondled her hips, tightening her hold on her victim's head.Suddenly, Michael's hand dropped away from his cock and tore instead at his own skin. His penis unfolded, a tall column of flesh with its fat glans twitching. The terrified young man arched his back and screamed into the ass around his face:A panic-stricken roar of air that finally emptied his lungs .
Stop!
Sonya's shrill voice brought Lucy up short. Hands were suddenly tugging at her shoulders, pushing her forward and away from Michael's face.
Oh, Christ, no! she screamed as the first contraction hit her vulva. Her pussy closed and opened like a soggy sponge, the swollen meat of her vagina dribbling juices as she came.
Mummy, mummy, I want my mummy, she wept, her sweep of long, dark hair falling around Michael's stomach. His penis twitched against the side of her face. Instinctively, she moved her head, opened her mouth and closed her greedy lips around his shaft. His penis jumped: once, twice, and sent a feeble jet of semen into the back of her throat.
Michael was screaming, but she didn't care. Nothing mattered in those glorious few seconds as she sucked on his penis and emptied her cunt onto his chest. And then her head began to clear. She tried to sit upright, but there were more hands grabbing at her now, pulling hers sideways, onto the cold stone floor.
What the fuck are you doing? she yelled, struggling to free herself. A hand came out and struck her sharply on the side of the face.
Calm down! admonished Sonya sternly.
Lucy's eyes were blurred with tears of anger and frustration. Why did you stop me? she stammered, her breathing shaky. Why didn't you let me finish him off?
Be sensible, Luce, responded Sonya. If you snuff him then the rest of us are going to lose out, aren't we?
We'll find another boy. It can't be that difficult, surely? protested Lucy.
It's a crime, said Sonya flatly.
So is keeping him here against his will.
Be serious, Lucy, Corinne chipped in. We can't just smother him. It wouldn't be right.
Then you shouldn't have said I could do it, countered Lucy bitterly.
We didn't think you'd really want to, said Mo. Not when it came to the crunch.
Well I did.
You're one mad bitch, remarked Sal.
And you're all liars, retorted Lucy angrily. If you weren't going to let me do him in, then you shouldn't have let me start.
There are other things apart from smothering, said Sonya.
Such as? inquired Lucy.
We can fuck him. That's always good for a laugh.
He won't get his cock up again tonight, complained Lucy. Not after what he's been through.
Maybe not, grinned Sonya. But he's got his fingers and a tongue. A girl can still have some fun.
Corrine glanced at her watch. We don't have much time, she reminded Sonya. Miss Drake will be coming round soon to check we're all in bed.
Sonya busied herself with Michael's restraints. Better make it quick, then, she said, undoing the last strap before dragging him back into the corner of the room. She got down on all fours in front of him and raised her bottom in the air.
Frig me hard, she told him. Put your fingers into my pussy and make me come.
Wearily, Michael moved into place. His limbs still ached from having been tied up for so long. With some difficulty, he brought his hand forward and cupped his palm around the young girl's vulva. Drawing his arm back, he searched for her cunt-hole, found the sticky entrance and pushed two fingers home.
Pump me fucking hard, you bastard! she squealed, and wriggled her hips. Michael's hand moved rapidly, his fingers sliding in and out of her engorged vagina.
Kiss me on my ass-hole! she screamed. I'm going to come, you bastard! I'm going to fucking come!
Michael lowered his head, pressing his mouth into Sonya's crack. His lips closed around her sticky anal hole and he began to suck. Almost at once, Sonya arched her back and let out a shrill, extended cry. Her juices ran down her legs as she toppled forward onto her face. Michael continued to lap at her anus, pushing his fingers in and out of her cunt, until at last, with a feeble groan, she pulled herself free and made way for the next girl.
My go, squealed an excited Corinne, taking Sonya's place. The act was repeated, with Michael closing his mouth around her anus, then finger-fucking her tight, well-lubricated sex, until she, too, climaxed loudly.
Each girl took it in turns after that, until at last Lucy came forward again.
I want a finger up my ass while you suck on my slit, she told him bluntly.
Yes, Mistress, he answered quietly. She leant forward and whispered into his ear. You owe me, you little bastard. Make it good, or so help me, I'll get you somehow.
Fear seemed to lend strength to his efforts. He thrust his fingers in and out of her sex, and within a minute she fell forward, his hand still inside her, squealing and calling for her mother.
Sonya looked at her watch. We'll have to go, she announced. The other girls retrieved their pants, fell into line, and, with barely a backwards glance, they ducked down into the tunnel and out of the room.
Is it all right if I leave last? asked Lucy breathlessly, pulling on her thong, her little boobs still bouncing with excitement.
Sonya frowned. Why do you want to do that?
Lucy leant forward and whispered in her ear. The other woman's face lit up.
Fair enough, she grinned, then ducked low and vanished into the tunnel. The moment she had gone, Lucy crossed the room and knelt down beside Michael, a wicked smirk on her face. Reaching out, she took hold of his damp shaft in one hand, then wiggled the fingers of the other down between his buttocks to stroke at the thin stretch of skin between his anus and his balls.
Please, Mistress, he moaned, and she saw that there were tears in his eyes. Lucy glanced towards the tunnel entrance, then turned back and squeezed his penis softly.
I told Sonya that I fancied one last feel of your cock, she whispered. That I just wanted to be on my own with you, without the other girls.
She watched his Adam's apple bob up and down nervously.
That wasn't true, of course. I had another idea altogether. I don't like to be cheated out of what's mine, she added in a low voice, picking up the discarded ball-gag and fastening it around his mouth. You can't speak now, Michael. You can't call out for help, she grinned, and leant forward, breathing into his ear.
I'm coming back for you, my helpless little boy. When the other girls are fast asleep, I'm coming back and I'm going to sit on you. I'm going to sit on your head , Michael, and I'm going to smother you .
His body tightened and he squealed into the gag.
I won't have any panties on, she continued coldly. Just think about it, Michael. I'm going to sit on your face and smother you to death with my bare butt .
He lurched forward, tugging on his restraints, his eyes bulging and his hands clawing at the air. It was a pitiful sight: a terrified man unable to defend himself at all. Lucy smiled, but it was an empty, very cruel smile.
Think about it, Michael, she told him, stepping out of reach. Think about what I'm going to do to you. I'm going to tie you up. It won't be difficult. Then I'm going to push you onto your back. I'll leave the gag in, so you can't scream out for help. Not until you're so weak that it won't matter. It's going to be so good, Michael. I'm going to sit on you hard. You won't like it, but I'm going to enjoy every fucking moment.
Lucy crossed to the far side of the room. Raising her fingers to her lips she blew him a kiss, then turned sharply as Sonya's head bobbed up from inside the tunnel entrance.
What's keeping you? asked the other girl. We're running out of time. Miss Drake'll be round any minute.
Michael screamed into the gag, his huge pleading eyes staring straight at Sonya. She was his only hope now, but she seemed oblivious to his plight.
Mmmph! Mmmmph! Mmmmmmph!
Her eyebrows rose curiously. What's up with him? she inquired.
I just told him how much I enjoyed the evening, explained Lucy.
Sonya stared back at Michael's panic-stricken face; at his red cheeks and his watery blue eyes.
He seems a bit over-excited..
Lucy giggled. I told him that I'd seen a rat in the tunnel, she whispered. Seems he doesn't like them very much.
That was very cruel, grinned Sonya.
I know, said Lucy. I'm sorry.
Sonya shook her head, ignoring Michael's muffled cries. No, that's OK, she said. I approve of cruelty. She looked at her watch. And I also approve of not getting caught by the teachers. Come on. Say your goodnights to lover-boy here and let's get back to our bedroom.
With a final, disinterested glance at the terrified young man, Sonya bent down and disappeared into the tunnel. Lucy knelt by the entrance and smiled wickedly. Then she turned her back on Michael, pulled down her pants and wiggled her bare bottom at him. Reaching behind with one hand, she ran a finger slowly around the rim of her anus.
See you soon, sweetie, she giggled. Then she, too, was gone.
The next few hours passed very slowly for Michael. Usually, after the girls had visited him, he slept the sleep of the utterly exhausted. He was exhausted now, and his body cried out for rest. But sleep was impossible tonight.
At first, he tried his best to loosen his restraints. But the combination of steel and leather resisted all his efforts. After an hour or two, his eyes began to close; for he was so desperately tired now. Perhaps she wouldn't come, he told himself. Perhaps she was just teasing him. She was a cruel one, all right, but he knew enough by now to realise that Sonya was the boss. The new girl wouldn't try anything on her own, surely?
But still he dared not go to sleep. He had to be ready, he had to be alert. And yet he so desperately wanted to close his eyes and rest his weary body.
Imprisoned as he was, hidden for so long from the outside world, he had no idea if it was night or day. All he knew was that he was helpless and he was alone. It was too late now to wish that he had never heard of this place; to regret how stupid he had been to venture up to the school and spy on these girls. But it didn't stop him wishing that he could turn back the clock. It didn't stop him being frightened.
In those first few hours after they had captured him, he could not make up his mind whether he was in the worst trouble of his life, or whether, in fact, he was simply the luckiest male on the planet. After all, it wasn't every day that a man found himself at the mercy of five randy schoolgirls with just one thing on their minds. He recalled how, at 15-minute intervals (just long enough for him to recover his erection), they had taken it in turns to rape him. After that, they had beaten him with small leather whips, wanked him, spat on him, peed on him, and finally made him lick their cunts until all five of them had climaxed loudly on his face.
The sex had been OK, of course, but not the rest of it: not the beating, and not the way they spat and peed on him. But what he loathed most of all, what truly filled him with disgust, was the pleasure that they took in sitting on his face. It seemed to represent to them an exercise of total power. They were queens on their throne: and that throne was his head. They would sit on him and pee, and fart, and make him lick them till they came. Again and again and again.
His hatred of being sat on only seemed to encourage them further. And they could be so very cruel: frequently using their full weight and taking great delight at testing how long he could last beneath each girl's bottom without breathing. Sometimes they would tape his mouth and take it in turns to hold his nose; sometimes wetting themselves with laughter when they saw how much it made him struggle. Then they would make him lick them clean, drawing every last drop of pee from their curly little pubes.
A sound came from the tunnel entrance and his stomach lurched horribly. A head appeared first, then a body and a moment later Lucy stood up and smiled at him. She wore a short cotton nightdress emblazoned with a picture of Winnie the Pooh that barely covered her small breasts and her tiny round buttocks.
Hello, Michael, she whispered, advancing on him slowly. He backed up against the wall and shivered. He wanted to squeal into the gag, but fear had frozen the words in his throat
I've come to get you, she giggled, coming to a sudden halt. Reaching down, she pulled up the front of her nightdress and exposed her darkly thatched pussy. I've got such an itchy cunt, she told him, scratching at her thick pubic curls.
Michael's eyes widened in panic as Lucy pulled the nightdress up over her shoulders, and discarded it on the floor. Taking hold of his arms, she pinned them behind his back with surprising ease. She was stronger than she looked; and he was weaker than he had realised. He found his voice at last and grunted savagely into the gag. There were tears in his eyes, leaking out onto his cheeks.
You're frightened, aren't you, Michael? she whispered darkly. A girl is going to put her bottom on your face, and you don't want her to. That's right, isn't it, Michael? That's what you're frightened of, isn't it?
He squealed again and backed away, the muscles in his arms and legs taut with terror. Lucy reached out and stroked one side of his tearful face.
You don't want me to sit on you, do you? she grinned, taking a sudden hold of his feet and tightening the straps around his ankles. He was so weak, he could hardly resist her at all. She pushed him onto his back and straddled his chest.
I was going to take you on the bench, she told him. So that it would feel like a proper execution. But then I thought that doing it on the floor was so much sexier. I want to see you writhing underneath my pussy. It'll be such a turn-on.
He yelled into the gag, as if suddenly finding new strength. But the effort exhausted him and his arms and legs went quickly limp again. Lucy slid forward, reached down and pulled his head up into her cunt. He cried out one last time before she wrapped her thighs around his head and squeezed.
I'm going to smother you, Michael, she murmured softly. With my pussy and my bottom.
His legs began to kick, but it was a token effort, and she found it easier than she had expected to restrain him. Too easy. She loosened her grip a little, so as to offer him some hope of escape. He took it, and she smiled with satisfaction as he fought her a little harder.
You can't shift me, Michael, she giggled happily, rolling her hips from side to side. She counted the seconds in her head, right up to 60 and beyond. Then she released him suddenly and his head fell back onto the floor. While he gasped and wept and pleaded mutely for his life, she raised herself a little, swung round and this time settled her bottom on his face, bringing her ass down quickly, so as not to give him a chance to turn his head away.
She closed her buttocks tightly and felt his nose dig sharply into her crack. She sat back very hard, not moving at all, and squealed out loud when his head began to twist between her cheeks.
His chest hurt, his lungs hurt, everything hurt. A blinding light grew in the darkness behind his lids, and his stomach lurched. Then it was over and she raised herself a little. Michael breathed furiously, and this time caught a scent of fishy cunt. She swung round once again, and covered him with her vulva.
I'll make a deal with you, she offered, looking down at him. If you let me piss into your mouth, we'll call it quits. What do you say?
He stared up at her, his eyes wide with panic. He couldn't speak, and even if he could, she knew, what the hell could he say? She was offering him his life in return for a squalid act of base obedience. And she was probably lying. But he couldn't take the chance. Poor Michael. Poor helpless, stupid little Michael .
You don't believe me, do you? she smiled. Not that it matters. I can piss on you whenever I like. I just like the idea of you asking me to widdle in your mouth. So, do we have a deal?
He nodded grudgingly. He had no choice, and they both knew it. Moving quickly, Lucy removed the gag and he opened his lips wide. The young girl positioned the bulb of her cunt inside his mouth and sat very still for several seconds, flexing her bladder and studying Michael's drawn and pensive face.
I've never pissed on a boy before, she told him. I've never done my wee-wee in his mouth. Are you sure you want this?
He nodded again, a strangled gulp of panic warming the mouth of her cunt. Oh, this was going to be so wonderful, she told herself. So fucking, fucking wonderful .
She held her breath for a moment and then expelled it with a little sigh.
Here it comes! she giggled, relaxing her pee-hole. Her pussy jumped inside his mouth, and a gush of hot urine exploded over his tongue and into the back of his throat. Michael gagged, his back arched and his limbs convulsed horribly. Belatedly, he tried to move his head away, but Lucy held on tight.
Every last drop, Michael, she told him. You must drink all my lovely warm piddle or it doesn't count.
And so he drank, his stomach heaving, his face contorted with disgust until at last her flow subsided and she sank forward again, utterly spent and empty.
Recovering herself, Lucy rose, watching with pleasure as a dribble of urine trickled down her victim's chin.
I'm sorry, Michael, she sighed. Some of my wee-wee got away. That means I'll have to smother you after all.
His eyes blazed. No! he screamed. You promised! You promised! His head shook frantically. Oh, please, no, dear God in heaven! You fucking promised!
I lied, she giggled, turning around quickly and straddling him with her ass. I'm going to smother you now. I'm going to smother you with my little girl's bottom. I hope you can take it like a man. I hope you won't cry too much.
Michael shook his head again and screamed. Oh dear God! Dear God, nooooo! Help me, for fuck's sake, someone! Help me!
Lucy reached back, and parted her ass-cheeks, exposing her anus. The tiny hairs that ringed her butt-hole were shiny with her sweat and pee.
Oh, please, no. he murmured, biting his lower lip, struggling to fight back his tears. 'Sonya wouldn't want you to kill me!. It's not right! It's not fucking right!
Lucy smiled. But it was a cold, unfriendly smile. Sonya's not here, she whispered softly. It's just you and my bottom now. My lovely, sweaty, face-smothering little girl's bottom .
He rattled his head from side to side and swore beneath his breath. Dear God, dear God, dear fucking God, noooo!
I think I might shit on you, Michael. I think I might put my dirty little ass-hole in your mouth and do a big fat poo.
She felt the scream of terror as it thudded into her crack, then lowered her bottom, inch by inch towards his face.
That's what bottoms do, Michael, she giggled cruelly. They shit and they sit. Shitty, shitty, shit sit .
Nooooo! he screamed. Sweet mother of Jesus, nooooo!
Lucy grinned. With her butt-hole on his face, she could do what she wanted But she didn't want to shit on him. She wanted to scare him. To frighten him. To terrify the living daylights out of him.
As if a long, slow smothering were not enough .
Eat me, Michael! she cried and dropped her ass down hard, covering his face fully, before sitting up straight and bringing her full weight to bear on his head. She felt his nose against her anus, his mouth around the swell of her cunt.
Oh, God! This was true power!
A minute, two minutes, three minutes.
He squirmed, he fought; he squealed, he twisted. Such horror, such fear, such pain, such anguish.
It was utterly scrumptious, and she felt her tummy tighten in that way it always did before she came. She clenched her groin and tried to stem the tide of delight building up inside her cunt. She couldn't, of course; she never could. Not for more than a second or two. But that small delay, that little moment of denial only made her final release all the more delicious.
She came very quickly; hard and long: waves of ecstasy that gripped her belly and flooded her cunt with liquid pleasure.
Yes! she cried, and bounced up and down, screaming crudely. There were tears in her eyes, and sweat on her breasts. Mummy, mummy, mummy! she squealed as the second round of pleasure struck her pussy.
And then she fell forward, and his head was free. She heard someone slap his face twice, but she hardly cared any more. Her body was shaking, her cunt still spilling its warm honey onto her thighs.
Michael's eyes opened. His vision was blurred and he felt sick, his head span, and his chest hurt. His eyes slid in and out of focus and then he saw them: Sonya, Corinne, Sal, Mo and Janet. They were all around him now, laughing, doubled up, and playing with themselves.
He couldn't speak, didn't understand. Then he shut his eyes and his world began to swim again. For one crazy moment he thought he was dead. Then he heard a fresh peal of laughter and blinked once more to clear his vision.
Sonya was standing over him, her mouth open, ruby-red lips framing her bared, brilliant white teeth.
It was all just a game, Michael, she giggled. Lucy told me what she wanted to do. And I agreed.
Michael shook his head. I Ð I don't understand, Mistress.
We wanted you to think that you were going to be smothered. It was Lucy's idea, and it was brilliant. You should have seen how hard you struggled when you thought you were going to die....
But why, Mistress? Why? he murmured feebly.
Because we'd run out of ways of making you suffer, Michael, explained Sonya. This was a new way. We really enjoyed it. And now we know what to do. We know how to really get the best out of you.
Sonya took hold of his cock and stroked the hard column of flesh. She pumped until she knew that Michael wanted to come, and then she stopped. Then started again, then stopped. And then, finally, she pushed down one last time and he screamed his release into the air.
You were right, Lucy, said Sonya as they watched his semen flood out across his belly. There's so much more spunk in his cock after he's been smothered. We'll have to do it again.
Can you imagine that gushing into you when he comes, whispered Sal.
What we should do, is sit on him like Lucy did, said Corrine. Then, when he's really full, we can take it in turns to rape him.
We can use our butts and our mouths and everything! suggested Sal.
I'm feeling so randy, said Mo. I want to do him now.
Sonya smiled at her indulgently.
You'll be knackered in the morning, she suggested.
I don't care, said Mo quietly, I'm feeling so fucking hot, I've just got to have him.
Then go ahead and enjoy yourself, replied Sonya.
If I lose control, said Mo. If I can't help myself.
You mean if you accidentally smother him?
Mo nodded.
Don't worry. Like Lucy said, we can always find ourselves another boy. She paused with the other girls at the tunnel entrance. Just remember, she added in a quiet voice.
What's that? asked Mo.
Sonya looked at Lucy, and concluded, with a wicked smile, From now on there are no limits. We do what we want to do. Whenever we want it.
No limits, repeated Mo, settling her bottom over Michael's face.
She reached back and opened up her ass-cheeks.
Enjoy yourself, said Sonya as Mo eased her butt towards his head.
See you in the morning, girls, she answered.
And then she lowered herself onto Michael's face and his torture began all over again ................
I originally downloaded it from a german Website, which is unfortunately down.
Hope it has`nt been posted before (and no violation of rule 9)!
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The Prisonor
Lucy emptied her glass and giggled. She'd only been at St Helen's a week but already it felt like home. When her parents had told her that they were sending her to boarding school, her heart had sunk. The last thing she wanted was to be cooped up with hundreds of other girls, with not a single boy in sight. Fingers and a dildo were no substitute for a penis, however much her mother told her otherwise.
She recalled her final night with Sean. How he had fucked her twice across her parents' dining table, then twice more on their expensive Afghan rug. He had taken her on all fours in the bathroom, howling like a dog as he emptied the last of his seed into her greedy cunt. After that she had forced him onto his back which, by then, was all that he was fit for. She had sat on his face and he had licked her as she sucked him back to hardness. Then she had lowered her ass onto his shaft and made him bugger her repeatedly until at last he'd screamed with pain and begged her to release him.
But she hadn't. It was her last night of freedom. Her last night without men. She wanted something to remember.
She'd wondered if it was an illness: this need she had for constant satisfaction. But even if it was, she didn't really care. Sex was all that mattered to her. To pleasure and be pleasured in return. She was growing up. Her oily cunt and sprouting breasts proclaimed her adolescence to the world. She had become a woman. With a woman's strength.
And a woman's needs.
Lucy leaned back and brushed a length of copper-coloured hair away from her face. The room was warm and stuffy, and though the windows had all been flung open, there was scarcely a breeze tonight. The girls had all stripped down to their white cotton pants. There were five of them, besides Lucy: Janet, Mo, Sal, Corinne and Sonya.
Sonya was the head girl at St Helens. She was 18; tall and well-built, with blood-red lips and thick blonde hair that bunched around her shoulders like a cape. Her breasts were large: big, rounded gourds of creamy flesh, tipped with chocolate-colored nipples. A dildo throbbed between her legs, its thick black handle poking out from under the hem of her knickers. Every now and then she would close her thighs and whimper crudely.
Alcohol was banned at school, but Sonya had her contacts in the town and getting drink had never been a problem. Lucy opened her legs and scratched idly at her pussy. Her pants were soaked in sweat and beer, and the gusset had become transparent. Her thick dark hair showed through, a few loose strands escaping around the edges of her mound. She raised her hips and watched her labia bulge against the flimsy cotton crotch.
Janet giggled to her right, belched twice and said, Let's see who's got the biggest cunt!
What do you mean, the biggest? drawled Mo, turning her dark, Hispanic face towards the sound of Janet's voice.
The fattest, then, said Janet, pushing up with her hips so that her labia bulged crudely.
We all know you have, muttered Sal. You've got the fattest ass, as well.
Behind them, Sonya squealed. Her buttocks bounced sharply and her legs kicked. Sweet fucking shit! she screamed, then arched her back and wriggled. She closed her fists around the blunt end of the dildo and pulled it high into her cunt as she came, yelling and swearing obscenely.
All right for some, murmured Corinne, before raising one buttock and letting out a loud extended fart.
Mo held her nose and waved frantically with the other hand. Get a load of that! she squealed. So much for the fucking Geneva Convention! That stuff could wipe out half of Europe!
Corrine raised her legs, tugged her panties up and exposed the wrinkled brown knot of her anus. Who wants to suck the poison out? she giggled.
We could always ask Michael, responded Sal, then instantly shut up.
Who's Michael? asked Lucy, tugging idly at her nipples.
No one, answered Janet. Sal's just pissed. Doesn't know what she's saying.
Lucy turned to Sonya. The big girl was staring back, her dark eyes shiny with arousal. It's OK, she said. Lucy's one of us now. We can trust her.
Corrine leant forward quickly. But if Miss Drake finds out.
She won't, said Sonya firmly. You worry too much, Cor.
So like I said, who's Michael? repeated Lucy. Someone's boyfriend?
You could say that, grinned Sonya, getting to her feet. Her breasts swayed heavily, glistening with sweat and alcohol. She tugged at her panties. The material had bunched up into her crack, the gusset slimy and discolored with excitement. Her labia were well-defined, a rippling bulge of meat between her thighs. Get the key, Mo, she said softly. Time we had some proper fun.
Where are we going? asked Lucy, as Mo crossed to the door. The dark Hispanic reached up to the lintel, scrabbled around for a moment, and produced two keys, one slightly larger than the other. She inserted the smaller of the two into the lock and turned it twice.
We don't want to be disturbed, smiled Sonya, walking over to a tall bookcase in the corner of the room. She extracted two thick books, dumped them on the floor, reached into the alcove behind and tugged at something hard. Immediately, the case slid back, as if on rollers. There was a gap behind, an opening barely large enough to crawl through.
This way, said Sonya, getting down on all fours and squeezing through. Mo hurried along behind her, followed by Janet and Sal. Corinne stood back and waved Lucy forward. Hurry up, she told her. It's lights out in an hour. We haven't got much time.
Lucy needed no second telling. She dropped to her knees and crawled forward into the darkness. A faint light shone straight ahead. The tunnel itself was no more than three or four yards long and before Lucy had time to consider the matter further, she felt hands around her shoulders as Sal and Janet hoisted her up.
She was in a small, well-lit cell. A long, padded bench stood in the center of the room, its edges lined with thick leather straps.
Corinne came through behind, brushing herself down. Belatedly, Lucy saw that they were not alone. A figure sat hunched up in one corner: a young man, in his early twenties she guessed. His hands and feet were chained, and there was something a gag, she assumed fastened around his mouth. A tray of half-eaten food and a mug of liquid lay nearby. There was a door to the left, slightly ajar. She was considering what might lie beyond, when Sonya answered her unspoken question.
It's his bathroom, she explained. Kneeling down in front of the young man, she untied the gag, removing a large rubber ball from his mouth. That's where you pee, isn't it? she grinned, reaching out and squeezing the young man's face. He didn't reply, but just dropped his head and moaned into his chest.
Who is he? asked Lucy, puzzled.
Michael, said Sonya. He's our slave, aren't you, Michael?
The young man looked up and his head bobbed nervously. Yes, Mistress, he murmured.
Lucy frowned. But I don't understand. I mean, where's he from? How did he get here?
We caught you, didn't we, Michael? We caught you being naughty.
He stared at her briefly, his face a mask of anxiety, but said nothing. Instead, he gave a frightened little nod and bowed his head a second time.
He came out here from the city. Lived locally for a while, then one night he made a big mistake. Sonya's face broke into a wide, relaxed grin. He decided to do a bit of snooping. Found a skylight over the showers and tossed himself off while he watched us cleaning our butts.
The filthy little pervert! spat Lucy and wrinkled her nose in disgust.
Unlucky for him, Corinne here spotted him from the dorm. That's when we hatched our little plan. We waited till he came down and then we took him prisoner. It wasn't very difficult, what with there only being one of him and five of us.
Lucy looked around the chamber. But what is this place?
The school was a private house before the last war, explained Sonya. The owner had these rooms installed so he'd have somewhere to hide if we were ever invaded. I found it by chance one day when I was tidying the bookshelves. It's fully equipped with a bath, toilet and sleeping quarters. She smiled grimly. Not that Michael gets much sleep these days.
How long has he been here? asked Lucy, examining the young man properly for the first time. Though he was sitting down, his long legs gave away his height. His shoulders were narrow and his skin smooth and pale. His face was round and shaven, his hair a curly brown and his eyes a pale, powdery blue.
Six months, replied Sonya, still smiling. We fuck you every day, don't we, Michael? Whether you like it or not. She paused, then added with a smirk, and more besides.
Lucy looked at her curiously. What sort of more? she asked, aware of a familiar tingling in her tummy.
We like to sit on him, said Sonya flatly. We like to sit on his face and make him lick our asses.
That's cool, responded Lucy. And he doesn't mind?
Sonya laughed. It doesn't matter if he minds or not. He's not here to mind. He's here to serve. She studied him with open contempt. Isn't that right, Michael?
Yes, Mistress, he responded in a weak voice.
Sonya reached out, grabbed a fistful of his hair and yanked hard. I'm sorry, Slave, she shouted fiercely, I didn't hear that. I must be going deaf. You'll have to speak up!
Mo knelt down, took hold of his nipples and tugged them cruelly. Michael's face came up and he screamed. Mercy, Mistress, please! Mercy!
You need to be punished, don't you, Slave? Sonya's voice was loud and full of menace. Janet crouched down and thrust her hand between his open buttocks.
Like a finger up your arse, Michael? she inquired. Or maybe two?
He yelled again, his eyes wet with tears. They rolled down his face as he wriggled between his three tormentors.
How should we punish you, Michael? asked Sonya. How should we make you suffer?
Sit on me, Mistress! he screamed. Sit on my face!
And do what? asked Mo, leaning forward and licking into his ear.
Smother me, Mistress! Sit on my face and smother me!
Will you worship our asses? asked Janet eagerly.
Yes, Mistress! he yelped, as her finger penetrated his butt.
Enough! snapped Sonya. I want some fun! Tie him to the bench.
Janet removed her hand and stood up. Corinne and Sal took hold of Michael's arms and hoisted him to his feet. Producing the second key, Mo unlocked the young man's cuffs. The two girls pushed him onto the bench and began to tighten the straps around his body.
What do you think, Lucy? asked Sonya, when they had finished.
I don't know what to say, she answered. A smile creased her smooth white features. It's very sexy, though. Having your own slave.
Take your panties off, said Sonya. It's time you and Michael were properly introduced.
For one moment, Lucy froze. She'd never done this before: never used a man who wasn't willing. Ice flooded her belly and she felt her bladder tighten with excitement.
What are you waiting for? asked Sonya.
Lucy needed no second telling. She hooked her fingers beneath the waistband of her thong and peeled her panties down over her small, circular hips. Her cunt was dripping now, the thick folds of her flesh shiny with arousal, her tight, wiry pubes matted to her skin.
Squat over his head, instructed Sonya, guiding Lucy towards the bench. The young girl moved as if in a trance, swinging her legs across the prisoner's chest and settling herself over his face.
What do you say to your new Mistress? asked Corinne, taking hold of Michael's hair and wrenching back his head.
Please open up your butt, Mistress, he whimpered. Please let me see your dirty little ass-hole.
Oh my God, sighed Lucy, and felt her legs begin to buckle. She reached behind and clawed at the heavy circles of her ass, parting her cheeks and exposing the fleshy pink fistula of her anus.
You have a lovely little butt-hole, Mistress, murmured Michael. Will you let me kiss you, please, will you let me worship at your little girl's hole?
Lucy swooned a second time. She turned her head and looked straight into Sonya's dark brown eyes. Can I do whatever I like with him? she asked.
Sonya nodded. Once you've made him suck your ass, he's yours forever. She peered down at the young man and watched as his head twitched nervously. Because were never going to let you go, Michael. You know that, don't you? So you'd better always please us or we'll make you suffer. We'll make you wish you'd never been born.
Please, Mistress, he sobbed. Don't hurt me, Mistress. I'm frightened, Mistress. I don't want to be hurt.
Lucy's heart began to race. Her pussy lips were aching gently, the panels of her flesh oozing with oil. Lick me, Michael, she instructed him. Pay me homage so that I know you're a good little slave.
She heard him groan and watched his fingers tighten anxiously. He didn't want to do it. He didn't want to lick her on the butt-hole; didn't want to suck from her tiny brown anus. Oh how delicious, she thought. This was true power.
This, she decided, she was going to really enjoy .
Michael raised his head and Lucy felt the tip of his nose brush against her anus.
Sniff me first, she told him, and giggled. It's a smell you'll have to get used to.
He breathed in deeply, as if savouring the aroma of some rich, exotic scent.
That's good, she sighed. Now put out your tongue and lick around the edges of my ass-hole. Tickle the rim.
Lucy bent her full weight into the young man's chest, spreading her fingers for maximum support. Her anus had always been particularly sensitive. Sean had been able to give her orgasms simply by sucking on the hole itself. If Michael hit the spot with her, she knew that she might collapse on his face if she were not careful. Not that it mattered, of course. But she wanted to enjoy the play of his mouth on her ass for as long as possible.
His tongue came out and flicked around the circle of her anus. Lucy bent her neck and gurgled at the ceiling. This was good. This was very good. His tongue skipped back and forth; up and down; around and around. She shimmied her hips and spat out crude obscenities.
Oh God, she thought! To be a woman, with a woman's lusts! Her belly tingled with excitement.
Your mouth! she squealed, oblivious to all around her. Use your mouth on me, you worthless piece of shit!
Sonya and Corinne exchanged a look of warm approval. Michael was a worthless piece of shit. They liked the way this new girl worked. She'd bring a new dimension, maybe, to their victim's torture.
Michael closed his lips around the knot of Lucy's anus. His hot breath beat against the pink, constricted well.
Lucy's head fell forward now, her lemon-shaped breasts trembling, her nipples fat like tiny corks. Give me a Frenchie! she shrieked, abandoning all inhibition. A French kiss! she elaborated loudly.
Corinne bent low and whispered in the young man's ear. She wants you to put your tongue inside her ass, she told him. As far as it will go.
As soon as Lucy heard the words, her stomach tightened. A surge of pleasure broke from inside her cunt and tore across her belly.
Do it! she squealed, heaving herself back, crashing her full weight onto his head. She squirmed her oval cheeks around his face, then yelled a second time as Michael's tongue thrust out, stabbing at her bottom-hole, and spearing her sphincter.
Oh, fucking shit! she screamed as the climax broke inside her. She straightened her back and sat bolt upright, centring her weight on her victim's nose and mouth. Bringing her hands up to her breasts, she plucked at her nipples, tearing at her teats, stretching her flesh until she cried again, with self-inflicted pain.
She bounced, oblivious to Michael's torment. He couldn't breathe; and she didn't care.
Sonya leant forward. You can kill him if you like, she said. Smother him to death with your ass.
She spoke the words deliberately loud. So Michael, too, could hear what she was saying. Either side of him, Janet and Mo bent down close and whispered to him.
Bye, bye, said Mo, and nibbled at his lobe.
Janet licked inside his other ear. You're a dirty, cunt-sucking bastard, she murmured. You deserve to die.
The young man's body jack-knifed and his hands clawed along the leather-lined bench. Sonya took hold of his penis and rubbed it hard, until his balls bulged with seed. She squeezed the base of his shaft and stemmed the flow of semen into his cock.
Lucy wobbled like a human jelly, rolling her hips from side to side, shrieking her release at the ceiling until, as suddenly as it had begun, her pleasure spent itself and she fell forward, utterly exhausted.
Michael roared, sucking air into his tortured lungs as Lucy slid onto his chest, smearing his skin with her warm and slimy oils.
Oh, fuck, that was brilliant! she sighed, easing herself off him at last.
You had him going there, said Sonya. Me, too. I thought you were really going to do him in.
I wanted to, admitted Lucy. It's something I've always wanted to do. I read a story once where a woman actually did it to a man. I've always wondered if it's possible.
Sonya smiled darkly. Who knows? she said. If Michael ever fails to please us, maybe we'll all find out.
The young man raised his head, his big blue eyes wide with concern.
Let's play Asshole Roulette! squealed Corinne brightly.
Great idea! agreed Sonya.
Lucy wrinkled her nose. What's that? she asked, aware even as she spoke of a frightened murmur from the man on the bench.
We blindfold him, explained Sonya. Then we each take it in turns to sit on his face. He has to guess whose butthole he's sniffing. If he guesses right, we let him lick us off. She paused and took a deep, steadying breath. Her bosom rose and fell, her cherry-pink nipples long and hard.
Lucy squared her shoulders. And if he doesn't? she asked eagerly.
Then we take it in turns to smother him, announced Sonya, with a big, cheerful grin.
But not to death? inquired Lucy.
Not so far, admitted Sonya. You see, we free one of his hands and let him wank. If he can toss himself off before he passes out, we dismount.
Lucy's face tightened curiously. And if he can't?
It hasn't happened yet, said Sonya.
But if he can't, persisted Lucy.
Sonya returned her gaze coldly. If he can't, she said in a quiet voice, then we smother him properly. She glanced down at Michael and grinned. That's right, Michael. All the way.
All six of us? inquired Lucy.
Sonya frowned. You really want to suffocate him, don't you?
Lucy shrugged her shoulders and looked embarrassed. No, I don't, she mumbled. I was just interested, that's all.
Sonya's face twisted into a wicked grin. You dirty little minx, she breathed. You're getting off on this. You actually want to sit on his face and smother him to death.
Lucy shook her head, and backed away a little. The other girls were staring at her curiously.
Corrine let out a long, shuddering sigh. What a thought, she whispered, turning her attention back to Michael. She reached down and fingered her clit through the cotton of her panties. Her teeth clenched and she emitted a grunt of satisfaction.
Enough! said Sonya. If we're going to play this game, let's get started.
Michael's eyes widened and his hands came up, forearms flexed against the leather bands that held him down. He snorted breath through his nostrils and his chest jumped nervously.
Sonya removed her pants, then swung herself across his chest. Raising herself a little, she brought her bottom back over the young man's head. Her buttocks parted like two giant curtains of flesh, exposing her chocolate-brown fissure. She lowered herself slowly, until her anus brushed against his nose.
Sniff me, Michael, she demanded. Remember my smell. Your life may depend on it.
She giggled as his nostrils pressed into her ass, breathing her deeply, tickling the sensitive anal core. Pulling away, she dismounted and her place was taken by each of the other girls in turn: Corinne, Janet, Mo, Sal, and finally Lucy.
Lucy spread her tiny fingers across his chest and felt his heart pound heavily. She twisted her head round and stared down into his face: saw the beads of sweat that had gathered under his eyes; smelt the fear that clung to him now.
Be afraid, she whispered. Be very afraid.
His Adam's apple pumped up and down and he visibly trembled. His head jerked sideways, his eyes now fixed on Sonya, who was standing a little to his left.
Mistress, please. he murmured. It's only a game, Mistress, isn't it?
She returned his frightened look coldly. Smell her ass, she told him. Or I'll smother you myself.
Michael turned his head again, and gazed up into Lucy's damp, sweat-dimpled crack. Her anus was a star of wrinkled flesh: a tiny brown morsel of meat at the very centre of her baby-smooth bottom.
He angled his nose so that his nostrils pressed against the rim of her ass-hole. Then he closed his eyes and took several deep sniffs. Lucy wiggled her hips, rubbing her bottom from side to side. His head fell back and he swallowed very hard. She heard his teeth begin to chatter gently.
He's frightened, explained Sonya. Last time we played this game, he got two of us wrong: Corinne and Mo. She smiled as Michael's head turned, and he stared up at her. Cor sat on him first. You should have seen how hard he wanked. He creamed himself in half a minute flat.
Mo came forward and stood at the other girl's side. We gave him five minutes to recover, then I sat on him. She grinned. He kept trying to say he wasn't ready. That he couldn't get it up again that fast. She pulled a very childish face and pouted. Poor little diddums, she simpered. He thought I was going to snuff him.
So what happened? asked Lucy eagerly. She reached down between her legs and rubbed her clitty. Her head was full of crude images: of Michael screaming as she lowered herself onto his head and covered him with her ass.
I thought I had him, admitted Mo. I must have been sitting on his head for about three minutes before he managed to spunk himself again. It was a close-run thing. He was really struggling. Another thirty seconds and he'd have gone under. His nose was so far up my butt-hole, I pissed myself with excitement. All over his face: down his throat and everything. It was brilliant.
She closed her eyes and smiled, purring softly under her breath as she surrendered to her memories.
As Lucy dismounted, Janet came forward with a length of black silk in her hands. She looked at Sonya, waiting for her friend's command. The other girl nodded. Do it, she said.
Michael raised his head obediently, allowing Janet to wrap the silk around his eyes and fasten it in a knot at the back.
Right, said Sonya, studying the straggle of girls. Let's get you into some sort of order. She waved them into position, one behind the other at Michael's head. When at last she was satisfied with the arrangement, she turned back to their victim and said, Let's begin.
She signalled to the first girl, Mo, who immediately stepped forward, straddled him quickly and lowered her ass over his face. Michael sniffed at her anus: Lucy was reminded of a pig smelling for truffles. He sniffed again: several times, and then his head fell back and Lucy saw his teeth nibbling at his lower lip. He was thinking: concentrating hard. He couldn't afford to get this wrong.
Mo, he said in an uncertain voice, his mouth trembling around the words.
Sonya said nothing, but merely signalled to the girl to dismount, then took her place. Instead of allowing Michael to sniff her in his own time, she pressed her ass right back, pushing down and covering him completely. Then she raised her legs, so that her full weight was concentrated on his head. Weighing her breasts in both hands, she plucked at her nipples and smiled dreamily.
A minute passed, then two. Michael began to struggle. This was not what he had expected. He had not drawn breath and his lungs, Lucy knew, must be bursting.
Sonya rose suddenly and swung herself free. Michael's shoulders heaved, his head came back and he screamed. There were tears running down his face.
Not fair, Mistress, not fair! he wailed.
Sonya nodded to Mo, who came forward again. She pressed her palm across Michael's mouth, and pinched his nose shut with her forefinger and thumb. His head began to shake and his fingers clawed against the fabric of the bench.
It's not for you to say what's fair and what isn't! she told him angrily. Perhaps this will teach you to have respect for your Mistresses!
Michael's head rocked from side to side. He wept into his captor's hands. Lucy counted the seconds in her head. Another minute slipped by. She felt a nudge at her side.
You have to tame them, giggled Janet. Break them in. Just like a horse.
Stop struggling! yelled Mo. Calm down and I'll let you go!
But that was easier said than done. Lucy felt her pulse rate quicken. Michael was shaking from top to toe. He must be very short of air now. She wondered if it was physically possible for him to lie still. His blood was starved of oxygen: his shuddering fast becoming an automatic response to his prolonged suffocation.
To her surprise, he went suddenly very quiet.For a moment, Lucy thought that he had passed out. But his trembling hands gave him away. He was fighting the natural urge to struggle: aware that only submission to his torturer would bring him any relief.
Good boy, whispered Mo. Just another few seconds and I'll let you breathe again. Just a few more seconds.
It was cruel. Lucy was well aware of that, and it made her pussy tingle. My God, she wanted to climb on top of his cock and fuck him to death. She needed a prick inside her now: needed it more than she had ever needed anything.
A maddened shriek of distress brought her back to her senses. Mo had released her grip on Michael's face and he was sucking air again, his chest heaving, and sweat dribbling down his belly. His penis jerked furiously. Lucy wanted to reach out and take hold of it. She wanted to rub her fist up and down and make it spurt. It was something she had always enjoyed. Milking a cock, the way a maid would empty a big fat udder of its frothy white cream.
So who was it? asked Mo coldly. Whose ass did you have your face up, you little worm? She tugged at his hair, bringing tears to his eyes. Tell me, you bastard! she screamed. Who was it who sat on you? And remember. If you get it wrong, we're going to smother you to death. All the way, Michael. All the fucking way.
The young man shook his head. He was crying now; frightened and confused. Lucy pinched her clit and felt her belly shudder with anticipation. One more touch, one more gentle rub and she would come. She plucked her hand away and closed her thighs.
Oh, God, she murmured, and felt her knees buckle.
Sal reached out and snaked an arm around her waist. Not yet, she whispered out of Michael's earshot. There'll be plenty of time to enjoy yourself later.
So who was it? asked Mo again.
Michael bit his lip. His mouth narrowed a fraction of a second before he spoke. Janet, he murmured. It was Mistress Janet.
Sonya licked her lips and smiled as Mo backed away. Lucy felt her pussy throb with heat. He'd made a mistake. Sonya would get her chance to smother him now. Holy fuck, she thought, I hope I get a chance as well. She was last in line. If he got more than a couple wrong, she'd be too far back. But if he didn't. If he got three, say, including her, she might just have a chance.
Janet came forward now. She lowered her ass and rubbed her anus up against his nose. He sniffed again: like a dog on heat. Lucy noticed how much her bottom resembled Sonya's. That's why he had made the mistake. It wasn't the smell, but the size that had confused him.
There was a loud, extended sqwark: like the sound of a balloon being released. Janet had farted, her anus rippling around Michael's nose as she emptied her bowels of gas. Lucy heard the catch in his throat as he gagged in disgust. Mo came forward again, knelt down and whispered.
Is there a problem, Michael?
He shook his head feverishly. No, Mistress! he squealed. I love to smell a woman's farts!
Would you like her to do it again? inquired Mo softly. Would you like her to break wind all over you a second time?
It was quite clear, from the expression on Michael's face, that being on the receiving end of another of Janet's farts was the last thing he wanted. But he nodded furiously and the panic in his voice was real enough. Yes, Mistress. Please, Mistress. I only want to serve! I only want to serve!
Janet pressed her anus to his nose, allowing him to smell her rich aroma. Reluctantly, he sniffed her ass. She farted again: very slowly this time a long, extended hiss of air across his face. His nose wrinkled, but he remained very quiet. At last, he shook his head. It was clear that he was confused. Whatever smells he had committed to memory, her violent expulsion of wind had thrown him off course. And there was another problem, Lucy realised. He had already mistaken Sonya's bottom for Janet's. If he remained convinced that he was correct, then he was doomed to make a second mistake. But what if he thought that he had already erred? Then he ran the risk of getting it wrong again, and if that were the case, then two women would have won the right to try to smother him once this was over.
He bit his lip in an agony of despair.
Mo spoke again. Whose ass? she inquired, after Janet had risen from his face and taken her place at Sonya's side.
Mistress Ð Mistress . His dithering was painful to see. Mistress Janet! he said for the second time in succession. He was right, though he didn't know it. But one thing he did know, Lucy, realised, and that was that he had got at least one of them wrong.
Corinne came forward and positioned her bottom over his face. Once again his nose came up and he sniffed closely at her anus. She waggled her hips, so that her butt-hole rubbed against his nostrils. He had to move his nose form side to side in order to smell her properly.
Whose ass?' demanded Mo.
Michael took a deep breath before answering, as Corinne slid from his face.
Mistress Lucy! he murmured, then seemed to change his mind. No - Mistress Ð
Too late! said Mo. You've made your choice. She leant in close and whispered in his ear. Who knows? You might be right. Don't want to ruin a good thing, do you, Michael?
Sal came forward now and settled herself quickly over his face, wiggling her hips, rubbing his nose with her cunt in an effort to confuse him.
This time, he did not hesitate. Mistress Sally! he declared, and the girl shuffled off him, looking distinctly upset.
Mo leant forward and whispered in Lucy's ear. She always does that thing with her pussy, so he always knows it's her, silly cow. She gave Lucy a little nudge. Go to it, girl. Give him hell!
Lucy came forward now, her legs trembling. Michael had got it wrong twice. That meant two women were going to sit on his face and try to smother him. If he failed to guess correctly when she rode him, then there would be three of them, and she would be the third. That would give her the best chance to do him in.
She swung her thigh across his chest and settled herself over his head. Slowly, she lowered her butt onto his face, allowing her anus to graze his nostrils. She felt the tip of his nose nudge into her hole, and when it did she sat back a little harder, so that her delicate bud opened a fraction. His touch tickled her and she wanted to laugh. But she knew that she didn't dare, because that might reveal who she was. Then she remembered Sonya's trick: how she had sat right back on Michael's face and confused him utterly. If it had worked once, it might work again.
Lucy wriggled her bottom back and covered him gently. She felt his head twitch as the muscles in his face hardened in panic. Then she was over him properly, sitting hard, cutting off his air supply. His head shifted from side to side, so that his nose tickled her anus. His mouth opened around her vulva; not in an attempt to suck or lick but in a desperate bid for air. She tightened her thighs and threw back her head, enjoying the sense of power that she knew she wielded over him.
To her left she saw the warning look in Sonya's eyes. Michael had been caught by surprise. The shallow breath he had taken would not allow him to survive for long. Reluctantly, she rose, and felt the suck of air around her cunt and ass. She lowered herself again, more lightly now, and offered him her anus to sniff at one more time. He seemed too far gone to make much use of it and, content that she had given him his chance, she rose from his face and dismounted. Her heart beat a little bit faster as she stepped back into line with the other girls.
Please let him guess wrong, she muttered to herself. Please .
Well? demanded Mo. Whose ass have you just stuck your nose up?
Michael was still gasping, still struggling for breath. He shook his head in a painful quandary. Mo grabbed hold of his hair and wrenched it back until he squealed.
Come on, she insisted. Whose ass?
The air was stiff with excitement. Corinne! he blurted. It was Corinne!
Lucy punched the air silently and mouthed, Yes!
Sonya came forward and removed Michael's blindfold. She looked down at him and smiled coldly. Oh, dear, she whispered. You didn't do very well, Michael. You didn't guess me for a start. The blood drained from his face. Sonya looked towards the line of girls. He followed her gaze. And I wasn't the only one, she told him as Lucy and Corinne stepped forward.
Oh my God, he murmured. I can't take on three of you! I can't!
You have no choice, Michael. You know the rules.
For the love of God, Mistress! he squealed.
No, Michael, she smiled. For the love of our naked little asses. She paused. I'm going to sit on your face, she told him. I'm going to watch you spunk while I smother you. She looked towards Corinne and Lucy. It's up to you, she said. You can have pity on him if you like.
No way, answered Corinne. I want to be the one that takes him under.
And if Cor doesn't do it, then I will, added Lucy with feeling. I want his head right up my bottom!
That's it then, Michael, said Sonya. There's no way out. She grinned. Only your cock can save you now. She reached down and fiddled with his balls. You're very full. Your first spunk's going to be a really big one. She swung her thigh across his chest. but remember, she warned him as she settled herself over his head. Keep some back for Cor and Lucy.
He shook his head from side to side. Oh no, Mistress, please. Let me rest for a few minutes, please!
There's no rest for you, Michael, she giggled and moved her backside into position. He stared up into her open ass. Her anus was round, bloated and dripping with sweat.
Oh, Jesus, he murmured. Oh Jesus, someone, help me.
And then her bottom came down over his face.
Lucy watched with excitement as Sonya rode the young man's face.
The blonde girl rocked her bottom from side to side, squeezing his head between her big meaty orbs. Michael's body tightened and his hand closed around the middle of his shaft. He moved his fist up and down, pumping smoothly. For a moment, he went very still, then his back arched and the first wave of semen spilled from his cock, spraying his belly with come.
He squealed into Sonya's ass, released his prick and dug his nails into his thigh. Lucy knew at once what he was up to. He was trying to override his pleasure with pain and cut his climax short. With two more girls waiting to sit on his face, he couldn't afford to exhaust himself early on. Lucy, for her part, wanted to hurry forward, seize his penis and continue to milk him.
Sonya had not dismounted. The big blonde girl had broken the rules again, rolling her hips and purring softly. Lucy's heart skipped a beat. Sonya had no intention of getting up. She was going to smother him! For a moment, she was torn between excitement at the thought of seeing Michael suffocated under her classmate's bottom, and anger that she was to be denied her own turn at sitting bare-assed on his head.
Michael's legs hardened and his feet began to jerk. Sonya reached down and rubbed at her clitoris. Suddenly, her head went back and she squealed at the ceiling. Her buttocks shook and she fell forward, clawing at her victim's belly with her long, blood-red nails. His nose emerged from the cavern of her ass and he inhaled furiously, his hands bunched into fists of pain.
Sonya slid from his chest, sat on the floor and hugged herself tightly. Oh, Jesus, she whispered, that was so fucking good.
Corinne looked first at her watch, and then at Michael. Five minutes, she announced flatly, and smiled as he turned his wide, fearful eyes towards her. She reached down between her thighs and hugged her vagina. Then you're going to suck on my cunt, you little worm.
Michael's semen lay in creamy pools across his belly. When he moved, the spunk dribbled down his sides and wet the leather bench. His fingers unfurled and edged towards his cock.
No touching! warned Corinne. Not until your nose is up my ass. She reached down, took a fistful of his hair and pulled it tight. What do you say, Michael? she inquired sternly.
His Adam's apple jerked, and there were tears in his eyes. I'm sorry, Mistress! I'm sorry! he squealed.
Corinne knelt down, extended her tongue and licked her way into his ear. You'd better keep me sweet, Michael. You want me to go easy on you, don't you? You don't want me to be cruel. Or perhaps you want me to smother you with my bottom? Is that it?
She pulled hard on his hair again and he yelped. His mouth was trembling, and a drop of sweat broke free and ran down the side of his face. Several seconds passed and Lucy wondered why he hadn't answered. And then it hit her. He didn't know how to answer. Corinne was playing a game with him. What was it that she wanted him to say? To beg her to be kind to him? Or plead with her to be as cruel as she knew how?
Oh, God . murmured Lucy, and pressed her fingers into her cunt, rubbing at her clitoris. She felt her thighs clench briefly, and then melt. A familiar rush of pleasure gripped her quim and she snorted through her nose. She wanted him now, wanted him so desperately. She couldn't bear the thought that Cor might suffocate him first.
Well, Michael? Corrine asked again. Tell me what you want me to do!
His lips were trembling as he spoke. I want you to smother me, Mistress! he wailed. I want you to sit on my face and smother me to death! Please, Mistress! Smother me, Mistress! Smother me!
Corrine licked the edges of her mouth. She lowered her head and lapped at the inside of his ear. I'm going to straddle you, Michael, she whispered. I'm going to straddle you with my bare bottom...
Rest period's over! announced Sonya.
Corinne purred softly, kissing Michael lightly on the cheek. Time to be smothered, she whispered coldly, and felt his body tighten.
He took a series of rapid breaths, expanding his lungs as Corinne swung her leg across his chest and settled her bare ass over his head. She reached back and opened herself up, distending the puckered hole of her anus.
Here I come, she warned him, lowering herself very slowly, inch by inch until she had completely covered his head. Lucy saw his chest rise powerfully at the last moment as he filled his lungs with air. His free hand reached out and seized his cock, fingers tight around the shaft. Then he began to pump himself vigorously. But his penis remained limp. There was a look of utter triumph on Corinne's face. Lucy felt a lump of despair from in the pit of her stomach. Corinne reached down and palmed her hips, pressing her ass-flesh hard around her victim's head. A short, muted grunt broke from inside her crack, and, belatedly, Michael's prick began to unfurl.
Corinne's face darkened and she wiggled her hips from side to side, though maintaining her airtight grip on his nose and mouth. Michael was pumping furiously, expending vital oxygen in his bid to reach stiffness. But becoming erect was one thing, as Lucy knew. To bring himself to climax a second time, so quickly after his first release, was another thing altogether. Lucy doubted if this were the first time Corinne had attempted to suffocate the young man. Her teeth were clenched now, and there were tears of effort in her eyes.
Come on, ass-hole! Do him in! she grunted. Smother! Smother! Smother! It was as if she hoped that the constant repetition of words would add strength to her efforts. Michael's hips were jumping now, his arms and legs bending horribly. The other girls began to move in close, circling Michael's twisted frame.
My God, whispered Mo. You're going to do it, Cor! You're going to fucking do it!
Michael's grunts had turned to squeals. His hand flew up and down his penis, a blur of hardened flesh. The bench began to rattle. Corrine threw back her head, stuck out her chin and shrieked. I'm coming! Oh, fucking help me, I'm coming! Tears of pleasure broke from the corners of her eyes and ran down her cheeks. She wept unreservedly, and bounced her bottom several times in quick succession.
You're losing your grip! warned Sonya, but it was too late. Michael's nose appeared from between her wobbling ass-cheeks and he snorted furiously. With a shriek of anger, Corinne pushed back and covered him a second time. But even as the waves of pleasure subsided in her belly, his penis jerked and viscous pearls of semen spat from his urethra. His come was short and weak, but it was enough. Corinne slid forward, onto his chest, murmuring incoherently, her body shaking with anger.
It's not fair! she yelled, raising her head. Her eyes were blood-red, and there were dark squiggles on her cheeks where her mascara had run. Behind her, Michael gasped like an asthmatic, his tongue jumping in and out of his mouth as he swallowed huge gulps of rancid air.
Sonya came over and stood behind him, a grin on her face. Well done, she said. I thought you were a goner there.
His eyes widened fearfully. P- p- lease, he stammered. No more, Mistress, please. I'm begging you. No more.
Sonya shrugged her broad shoulders. It's not up to me, Michael, it's up to Lucy. She has the right to sit on you if she chooses.
He turned his head around, and his damp, pleading eyes met those of the young girl who now approached. Please, Mistress, he began a second time. I can't do it. I can't make myself come again. Not so soon.
Lucy straightened her back and looked down at him. What do you want me to do about it? she asked coldly.
Have mercy, Mistress, he murmured. Have mercy on me, please.
You don't want me to sit on your face? Is that what you're asking?
Yes, Mistress. Please, Mistress. I won't be able to make myself come. You'll kill me, Mistress. I don't want to die, Mistress. Please, I don't want to die .
I don't care what you want, answered Lucy, her tiny face hardening. I want to sit on you. I want to smother you. She paused, then added softy. I want to make you suffer .
Oh, shit, no, please! You can't! It's just a fucking game, isn't it? Just a fucking game!
Lucy passed her palm across her small breasts and rubbed at her flesh. The fingers of her other hand plunged into the furry channel of her cunt. I'm going to sit on your face, Michael. I want to know what it feels like. I want to feel you struggle. I do hope you'll struggle, Michael. I hope you won't make it too easy for me .
Oh, God! His head twisted from side to side, and the tendons in his neck stood out like wires. You're fucking crazy! All of you! You're fucking mad!
Sonya glanced at her watch. Four minutes, she announced flatly. Then the Smothering begins.
Lucy turned away and began to pace the room. She felt like an athlete limbering up for her final event. Her heart was thumping with excitement, and a film of sweat rose across her back and down the insides of her thighs. The other girls studied her enviously. They knew from past experience how Michael had always struggled when being sat on by two of them in quick succession. They had doubted he would ever survive being under three bare bottoms in a row. Now that the time had come, it all felt so unreal. And yet so terribly exciting, too.
Michael was staring at the ceiling, concentrating hard, willing the blood back into his cock.
Are you thinking dirty thoughts? asked Janet, giggling slyly. Trying to give yourself a hard-on? You filthy little slut.
It's not fair! It's not fair! he kept muttering to himself. I've done my best. I've always done what I was told. Everything. Everything you ever asked me!
And now we're asking you to make the final sacrifice, said Sal.
Time's up, announced Sonya.
The blood drained from Michael's face. No! he screamed. Not yet! I'm not ready! I'm not fucking ready!
Too late, breathed Sonya with a nod in Lucy's direction. The young girl came forward, her buttocks rubbing together as she walked.
How will you do it? asked Mo eagerly. With your pussy or your ass?
My ass, answered Lucy. I want his nose right up my butt-hole at the end.
Cool, whispered the young Hispanic girl. It'll be even better if you fart on him.
Lucy rubbed her tummy gently. I've had so much to drink, she giggled. I think I'll piss myself before it's over.
Do him slowly, said Sonya. Make it really good.
Lucy took a deep breath. I will, she answered. There's no way he's getting out from under my ass.
The young man's hand was flying up and down his limp, wet cock. As yet, it showed no signs of becoming erect.
Oh Christ, come on you fucker! he screamed at his penis, as if anger might somehow accomplish what rapid masturbation had failed to do. I don't want to die! I don't want to fucking die!
Lucy swung her thigh across his head and settled herself lightly on Michael's chest. His hand flew up and down more rapidly, but his cock remained as limp as ever. She raised herself on her haunches and manoeuvred her rump into position over his face.
Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit! squealed Michael, pumping as hard as he could.
Lucy lowered herself carefully, inch by inch, until she felt Michael's ragged breath beat against her buttocks.
Sweet Jesus, no! he screamed. Sweet fucking Jesus, noooo!
Time to suck on my ass-hole, said Lucy in a quiet voice, and felt another blast of air warm her sticky crack.
Noooooo! screamed Michael and turned his eyes away as Lucy brought her bottom down over his face. Sonya came forward and grabbed his head, holding him in place as Lucy's butt-cheeks closed around his nose and mouth.
His arms flexed, and his legs kicked sharply, his fist tight around his shaft, squeezing and pulling at his cock.
Lucy rocked back and forth, moaning softly. Beads of dribble broke from the edges of her mouth and ran down her chin. She clamped her bottom very tight and felt a peel of terror in her crack. Michael's chest began to jerk. The hand around his cock was shaking now, rather than pumping. His other hand raked the leather surface of the bench, and the toes on both his feet twitched up and down.
Lucy bared her teeth, and she growled. Her breasts were soaked in sweat, her nipples taut with raw, primeval lust.
I'm going to come . she whispered feebly. I'm going to fucking come .
Michael's prick began to stiffen: an imperceptible hardening of his shaft. Lucy sat upright, centring her entire weight on his head. She had lost all track of time now; aware only of the trembling nose and mouth around which her buttocks were so fiercely clamped.
Christ . whispered Corinne hoarsely, She's going to do it. She's going to fucking snuff him out .
Coming forward, one by one, the women gathered around Michael in a close, straggly circle.
I always wondered what it would look like, breathed Mo. She slipped her right hand down between her thighs and rubbed herself smoothly.
Lucy reached down and fondled her hips, tightening her hold on her victim's head.Suddenly, Michael's hand dropped away from his cock and tore instead at his own skin. His penis unfolded, a tall column of flesh with its fat glans twitching. The terrified young man arched his back and screamed into the ass around his face:A panic-stricken roar of air that finally emptied his lungs .
Stop!
Sonya's shrill voice brought Lucy up short. Hands were suddenly tugging at her shoulders, pushing her forward and away from Michael's face.
Oh, Christ, no! she screamed as the first contraction hit her vulva. Her pussy closed and opened like a soggy sponge, the swollen meat of her vagina dribbling juices as she came.
Mummy, mummy, I want my mummy, she wept, her sweep of long, dark hair falling around Michael's stomach. His penis twitched against the side of her face. Instinctively, she moved her head, opened her mouth and closed her greedy lips around his shaft. His penis jumped: once, twice, and sent a feeble jet of semen into the back of her throat.
Michael was screaming, but she didn't care. Nothing mattered in those glorious few seconds as she sucked on his penis and emptied her cunt onto his chest. And then her head began to clear. She tried to sit upright, but there were more hands grabbing at her now, pulling hers sideways, onto the cold stone floor.
What the fuck are you doing? she yelled, struggling to free herself. A hand came out and struck her sharply on the side of the face.
Calm down! admonished Sonya sternly.
Lucy's eyes were blurred with tears of anger and frustration. Why did you stop me? she stammered, her breathing shaky. Why didn't you let me finish him off?
Be sensible, Luce, responded Sonya. If you snuff him then the rest of us are going to lose out, aren't we?
We'll find another boy. It can't be that difficult, surely? protested Lucy.
It's a crime, said Sonya flatly.
So is keeping him here against his will.
Be serious, Lucy, Corinne chipped in. We can't just smother him. It wouldn't be right.
Then you shouldn't have said I could do it, countered Lucy bitterly.
We didn't think you'd really want to, said Mo. Not when it came to the crunch.
Well I did.
You're one mad bitch, remarked Sal.
And you're all liars, retorted Lucy angrily. If you weren't going to let me do him in, then you shouldn't have let me start.
There are other things apart from smothering, said Sonya.
Such as? inquired Lucy.
We can fuck him. That's always good for a laugh.
He won't get his cock up again tonight, complained Lucy. Not after what he's been through.
Maybe not, grinned Sonya. But he's got his fingers and a tongue. A girl can still have some fun.
Corrine glanced at her watch. We don't have much time, she reminded Sonya. Miss Drake will be coming round soon to check we're all in bed.
Sonya busied herself with Michael's restraints. Better make it quick, then, she said, undoing the last strap before dragging him back into the corner of the room. She got down on all fours in front of him and raised her bottom in the air.
Frig me hard, she told him. Put your fingers into my pussy and make me come.
Wearily, Michael moved into place. His limbs still ached from having been tied up for so long. With some difficulty, he brought his hand forward and cupped his palm around the young girl's vulva. Drawing his arm back, he searched for her cunt-hole, found the sticky entrance and pushed two fingers home.
Pump me fucking hard, you bastard! she squealed, and wriggled her hips. Michael's hand moved rapidly, his fingers sliding in and out of her engorged vagina.
Kiss me on my ass-hole! she screamed. I'm going to come, you bastard! I'm going to fucking come!
Michael lowered his head, pressing his mouth into Sonya's crack. His lips closed around her sticky anal hole and he began to suck. Almost at once, Sonya arched her back and let out a shrill, extended cry. Her juices ran down her legs as she toppled forward onto her face. Michael continued to lap at her anus, pushing his fingers in and out of her cunt, until at last, with a feeble groan, she pulled herself free and made way for the next girl.
My go, squealed an excited Corinne, taking Sonya's place. The act was repeated, with Michael closing his mouth around her anus, then finger-fucking her tight, well-lubricated sex, until she, too, climaxed loudly.
Each girl took it in turns after that, until at last Lucy came forward again.
I want a finger up my ass while you suck on my slit, she told him bluntly.
Yes, Mistress, he answered quietly. She leant forward and whispered into his ear. You owe me, you little bastard. Make it good, or so help me, I'll get you somehow.
Fear seemed to lend strength to his efforts. He thrust his fingers in and out of her sex, and within a minute she fell forward, his hand still inside her, squealing and calling for her mother.
Sonya looked at her watch. We'll have to go, she announced. The other girls retrieved their pants, fell into line, and, with barely a backwards glance, they ducked down into the tunnel and out of the room.
Is it all right if I leave last? asked Lucy breathlessly, pulling on her thong, her little boobs still bouncing with excitement.
Sonya frowned. Why do you want to do that?
Lucy leant forward and whispered in her ear. The other woman's face lit up.
Fair enough, she grinned, then ducked low and vanished into the tunnel. The moment she had gone, Lucy crossed the room and knelt down beside Michael, a wicked smirk on her face. Reaching out, she took hold of his damp shaft in one hand, then wiggled the fingers of the other down between his buttocks to stroke at the thin stretch of skin between his anus and his balls.
Please, Mistress, he moaned, and she saw that there were tears in his eyes. Lucy glanced towards the tunnel entrance, then turned back and squeezed his penis softly.
I told Sonya that I fancied one last feel of your cock, she whispered. That I just wanted to be on my own with you, without the other girls.
She watched his Adam's apple bob up and down nervously.
That wasn't true, of course. I had another idea altogether. I don't like to be cheated out of what's mine, she added in a low voice, picking up the discarded ball-gag and fastening it around his mouth. You can't speak now, Michael. You can't call out for help, she grinned, and leant forward, breathing into his ear.
I'm coming back for you, my helpless little boy. When the other girls are fast asleep, I'm coming back and I'm going to sit on you. I'm going to sit on your head , Michael, and I'm going to smother you .
His body tightened and he squealed into the gag.
I won't have any panties on, she continued coldly. Just think about it, Michael. I'm going to sit on your face and smother you to death with my bare butt .
He lurched forward, tugging on his restraints, his eyes bulging and his hands clawing at the air. It was a pitiful sight: a terrified man unable to defend himself at all. Lucy smiled, but it was an empty, very cruel smile.
Think about it, Michael, she told him, stepping out of reach. Think about what I'm going to do to you. I'm going to tie you up. It won't be difficult. Then I'm going to push you onto your back. I'll leave the gag in, so you can't scream out for help. Not until you're so weak that it won't matter. It's going to be so good, Michael. I'm going to sit on you hard. You won't like it, but I'm going to enjoy every fucking moment.
Lucy crossed to the far side of the room. Raising her fingers to her lips she blew him a kiss, then turned sharply as Sonya's head bobbed up from inside the tunnel entrance.
What's keeping you? asked the other girl. We're running out of time. Miss Drake'll be round any minute.
Michael screamed into the gag, his huge pleading eyes staring straight at Sonya. She was his only hope now, but she seemed oblivious to his plight.
Mmmph! Mmmmph! Mmmmmmph!
Her eyebrows rose curiously. What's up with him? she inquired.
I just told him how much I enjoyed the evening, explained Lucy.
Sonya stared back at Michael's panic-stricken face; at his red cheeks and his watery blue eyes.
He seems a bit over-excited..
Lucy giggled. I told him that I'd seen a rat in the tunnel, she whispered. Seems he doesn't like them very much.
That was very cruel, grinned Sonya.
I know, said Lucy. I'm sorry.
Sonya shook her head, ignoring Michael's muffled cries. No, that's OK, she said. I approve of cruelty. She looked at her watch. And I also approve of not getting caught by the teachers. Come on. Say your goodnights to lover-boy here and let's get back to our bedroom.
With a final, disinterested glance at the terrified young man, Sonya bent down and disappeared into the tunnel. Lucy knelt by the entrance and smiled wickedly. Then she turned her back on Michael, pulled down her pants and wiggled her bare bottom at him. Reaching behind with one hand, she ran a finger slowly around the rim of her anus.
See you soon, sweetie, she giggled. Then she, too, was gone.
The next few hours passed very slowly for Michael. Usually, after the girls had visited him, he slept the sleep of the utterly exhausted. He was exhausted now, and his body cried out for rest. But sleep was impossible tonight.
At first, he tried his best to loosen his restraints. But the combination of steel and leather resisted all his efforts. After an hour or two, his eyes began to close; for he was so desperately tired now. Perhaps she wouldn't come, he told himself. Perhaps she was just teasing him. She was a cruel one, all right, but he knew enough by now to realise that Sonya was the boss. The new girl wouldn't try anything on her own, surely?
But still he dared not go to sleep. He had to be ready, he had to be alert. And yet he so desperately wanted to close his eyes and rest his weary body.
Imprisoned as he was, hidden for so long from the outside world, he had no idea if it was night or day. All he knew was that he was helpless and he was alone. It was too late now to wish that he had never heard of this place; to regret how stupid he had been to venture up to the school and spy on these girls. But it didn't stop him wishing that he could turn back the clock. It didn't stop him being frightened.
In those first few hours after they had captured him, he could not make up his mind whether he was in the worst trouble of his life, or whether, in fact, he was simply the luckiest male on the planet. After all, it wasn't every day that a man found himself at the mercy of five randy schoolgirls with just one thing on their minds. He recalled how, at 15-minute intervals (just long enough for him to recover his erection), they had taken it in turns to rape him. After that, they had beaten him with small leather whips, wanked him, spat on him, peed on him, and finally made him lick their cunts until all five of them had climaxed loudly on his face.
The sex had been OK, of course, but not the rest of it: not the beating, and not the way they spat and peed on him. But what he loathed most of all, what truly filled him with disgust, was the pleasure that they took in sitting on his face. It seemed to represent to them an exercise of total power. They were queens on their throne: and that throne was his head. They would sit on him and pee, and fart, and make him lick them till they came. Again and again and again.
His hatred of being sat on only seemed to encourage them further. And they could be so very cruel: frequently using their full weight and taking great delight at testing how long he could last beneath each girl's bottom without breathing. Sometimes they would tape his mouth and take it in turns to hold his nose; sometimes wetting themselves with laughter when they saw how much it made him struggle. Then they would make him lick them clean, drawing every last drop of pee from their curly little pubes.
A sound came from the tunnel entrance and his stomach lurched horribly. A head appeared first, then a body and a moment later Lucy stood up and smiled at him. She wore a short cotton nightdress emblazoned with a picture of Winnie the Pooh that barely covered her small breasts and her tiny round buttocks.
Hello, Michael, she whispered, advancing on him slowly. He backed up against the wall and shivered. He wanted to squeal into the gag, but fear had frozen the words in his throat
I've come to get you, she giggled, coming to a sudden halt. Reaching down, she pulled up the front of her nightdress and exposed her darkly thatched pussy. I've got such an itchy cunt, she told him, scratching at her thick pubic curls.
Michael's eyes widened in panic as Lucy pulled the nightdress up over her shoulders, and discarded it on the floor. Taking hold of his arms, she pinned them behind his back with surprising ease. She was stronger than she looked; and he was weaker than he had realised. He found his voice at last and grunted savagely into the gag. There were tears in his eyes, leaking out onto his cheeks.
You're frightened, aren't you, Michael? she whispered darkly. A girl is going to put her bottom on your face, and you don't want her to. That's right, isn't it, Michael? That's what you're frightened of, isn't it?
He squealed again and backed away, the muscles in his arms and legs taut with terror. Lucy reached out and stroked one side of his tearful face.
You don't want me to sit on you, do you? she grinned, taking a sudden hold of his feet and tightening the straps around his ankles. He was so weak, he could hardly resist her at all. She pushed him onto his back and straddled his chest.
I was going to take you on the bench, she told him. So that it would feel like a proper execution. But then I thought that doing it on the floor was so much sexier. I want to see you writhing underneath my pussy. It'll be such a turn-on.
He yelled into the gag, as if suddenly finding new strength. But the effort exhausted him and his arms and legs went quickly limp again. Lucy slid forward, reached down and pulled his head up into her cunt. He cried out one last time before she wrapped her thighs around his head and squeezed.
I'm going to smother you, Michael, she murmured softly. With my pussy and my bottom.
His legs began to kick, but it was a token effort, and she found it easier than she had expected to restrain him. Too easy. She loosened her grip a little, so as to offer him some hope of escape. He took it, and she smiled with satisfaction as he fought her a little harder.
You can't shift me, Michael, she giggled happily, rolling her hips from side to side. She counted the seconds in her head, right up to 60 and beyond. Then she released him suddenly and his head fell back onto the floor. While he gasped and wept and pleaded mutely for his life, she raised herself a little, swung round and this time settled her bottom on his face, bringing her ass down quickly, so as not to give him a chance to turn his head away.
She closed her buttocks tightly and felt his nose dig sharply into her crack. She sat back very hard, not moving at all, and squealed out loud when his head began to twist between her cheeks.
His chest hurt, his lungs hurt, everything hurt. A blinding light grew in the darkness behind his lids, and his stomach lurched. Then it was over and she raised herself a little. Michael breathed furiously, and this time caught a scent of fishy cunt. She swung round once again, and covered him with her vulva.
I'll make a deal with you, she offered, looking down at him. If you let me piss into your mouth, we'll call it quits. What do you say?
He stared up at her, his eyes wide with panic. He couldn't speak, and even if he could, she knew, what the hell could he say? She was offering him his life in return for a squalid act of base obedience. And she was probably lying. But he couldn't take the chance. Poor Michael. Poor helpless, stupid little Michael .
You don't believe me, do you? she smiled. Not that it matters. I can piss on you whenever I like. I just like the idea of you asking me to widdle in your mouth. So, do we have a deal?
He nodded grudgingly. He had no choice, and they both knew it. Moving quickly, Lucy removed the gag and he opened his lips wide. The young girl positioned the bulb of her cunt inside his mouth and sat very still for several seconds, flexing her bladder and studying Michael's drawn and pensive face.
I've never pissed on a boy before, she told him. I've never done my wee-wee in his mouth. Are you sure you want this?
He nodded again, a strangled gulp of panic warming the mouth of her cunt. Oh, this was going to be so wonderful, she told herself. So fucking, fucking wonderful .
She held her breath for a moment and then expelled it with a little sigh.
Here it comes! she giggled, relaxing her pee-hole. Her pussy jumped inside his mouth, and a gush of hot urine exploded over his tongue and into the back of his throat. Michael gagged, his back arched and his limbs convulsed horribly. Belatedly, he tried to move his head away, but Lucy held on tight.
Every last drop, Michael, she told him. You must drink all my lovely warm piddle or it doesn't count.
And so he drank, his stomach heaving, his face contorted with disgust until at last her flow subsided and she sank forward again, utterly spent and empty.
Recovering herself, Lucy rose, watching with pleasure as a dribble of urine trickled down her victim's chin.
I'm sorry, Michael, she sighed. Some of my wee-wee got away. That means I'll have to smother you after all.
His eyes blazed. No! he screamed. You promised! You promised! His head shook frantically. Oh, please, no, dear God in heaven! You fucking promised!
I lied, she giggled, turning around quickly and straddling him with her ass. I'm going to smother you now. I'm going to smother you with my little girl's bottom. I hope you can take it like a man. I hope you won't cry too much.
Michael shook his head again and screamed. Oh dear God! Dear God, nooooo! Help me, for fuck's sake, someone! Help me!
Lucy reached back, and parted her ass-cheeks, exposing her anus. The tiny hairs that ringed her butt-hole were shiny with her sweat and pee.
Oh, please, no. he murmured, biting his lower lip, struggling to fight back his tears. 'Sonya wouldn't want you to kill me!. It's not right! It's not fucking right!
Lucy smiled. But it was a cold, unfriendly smile. Sonya's not here, she whispered softly. It's just you and my bottom now. My lovely, sweaty, face-smothering little girl's bottom .
He rattled his head from side to side and swore beneath his breath. Dear God, dear God, dear fucking God, noooo!
I think I might shit on you, Michael. I think I might put my dirty little ass-hole in your mouth and do a big fat poo.
She felt the scream of terror as it thudded into her crack, then lowered her bottom, inch by inch towards his face.
That's what bottoms do, Michael, she giggled cruelly. They shit and they sit. Shitty, shitty, shit sit .
Nooooo! he screamed. Sweet mother of Jesus, nooooo!
Lucy grinned. With her butt-hole on his face, she could do what she wanted But she didn't want to shit on him. She wanted to scare him. To frighten him. To terrify the living daylights out of him.
As if a long, slow smothering were not enough .
Eat me, Michael! she cried and dropped her ass down hard, covering his face fully, before sitting up straight and bringing her full weight to bear on his head. She felt his nose against her anus, his mouth around the swell of her cunt.
Oh, God! This was true power!
A minute, two minutes, three minutes.
He squirmed, he fought; he squealed, he twisted. Such horror, such fear, such pain, such anguish.
It was utterly scrumptious, and she felt her tummy tighten in that way it always did before she came. She clenched her groin and tried to stem the tide of delight building up inside her cunt. She couldn't, of course; she never could. Not for more than a second or two. But that small delay, that little moment of denial only made her final release all the more delicious.
She came very quickly; hard and long: waves of ecstasy that gripped her belly and flooded her cunt with liquid pleasure.
Yes! she cried, and bounced up and down, screaming crudely. There were tears in her eyes, and sweat on her breasts. Mummy, mummy, mummy! she squealed as the second round of pleasure struck her pussy.
And then she fell forward, and his head was free. She heard someone slap his face twice, but she hardly cared any more. Her body was shaking, her cunt still spilling its warm honey onto her thighs.
Michael's eyes opened. His vision was blurred and he felt sick, his head span, and his chest hurt. His eyes slid in and out of focus and then he saw them: Sonya, Corinne, Sal, Mo and Janet. They were all around him now, laughing, doubled up, and playing with themselves.
He couldn't speak, didn't understand. Then he shut his eyes and his world began to swim again. For one crazy moment he thought he was dead. Then he heard a fresh peal of laughter and blinked once more to clear his vision.
Sonya was standing over him, her mouth open, ruby-red lips framing her bared, brilliant white teeth.
It was all just a game, Michael, she giggled. Lucy told me what she wanted to do. And I agreed.
Michael shook his head. I Ð I don't understand, Mistress.
We wanted you to think that you were going to be smothered. It was Lucy's idea, and it was brilliant. You should have seen how hard you struggled when you thought you were going to die....
But why, Mistress? Why? he murmured feebly.
Because we'd run out of ways of making you suffer, Michael, explained Sonya. This was a new way. We really enjoyed it. And now we know what to do. We know how to really get the best out of you.
Sonya took hold of his cock and stroked the hard column of flesh. She pumped until she knew that Michael wanted to come, and then she stopped. Then started again, then stopped. And then, finally, she pushed down one last time and he screamed his release into the air.
You were right, Lucy, said Sonya as they watched his semen flood out across his belly. There's so much more spunk in his cock after he's been smothered. We'll have to do it again.
Can you imagine that gushing into you when he comes, whispered Sal.
What we should do, is sit on him like Lucy did, said Corrine. Then, when he's really full, we can take it in turns to rape him.
We can use our butts and our mouths and everything! suggested Sal.
I'm feeling so randy, said Mo. I want to do him now.
Sonya smiled at her indulgently.
You'll be knackered in the morning, she suggested.
I don't care, said Mo quietly, I'm feeling so fucking hot, I've just got to have him.
Then go ahead and enjoy yourself, replied Sonya.
If I lose control, said Mo. If I can't help myself.
You mean if you accidentally smother him?
Mo nodded.
Don't worry. Like Lucy said, we can always find ourselves another boy. She paused with the other girls at the tunnel entrance. Just remember, she added in a quiet voice.
What's that? asked Mo.
Sonya looked at Lucy, and concluded, with a wicked smile, From now on there are no limits. We do what we want to do. Whenever we want it.
No limits, repeated Mo, settling her bottom over Michael's face.
She reached back and opened up her ass-cheeks.
Enjoy yourself, said Sonya as Mo eased her butt towards his head.
See you in the morning, girls, she answered.
And then she lowered herself onto Michael's face and his torture began all over again ................