Chapter 15: Bought by The Headmaster 003

“Erica.”

Now there’s steel in it. I bite my lip, plant my feet about eighteen inches apart, and slowly slide my hands down to my ankles. My pussy, and my asshole, are both wide open, completely exposed, completely vulnerable. I can feel my pussy lips finally pull apart, stuck together as they were with my own juices, and now my entrance is exposed too.

I hear footsteps. I can’t tell how many. But they’re coming up a set of stairs, towards me. I can discern one set, coming close, and my attention zeroes in: he’s come around right in front of me. I know it’s a man. Men have a way of striding.

A hand cups my chin, and I bite my lip again. I can feel my thighs begin to tremble.

“She’s shaking.”

It’s the man in front of me. Gently, he lifts my face, straightening my back until I’m only at about a ninety degree angle now, my hands back on my thighs to support myself. The backs of my legs are starting to burn, and the small of my back aches.

“We’ll want her nice and relaxed.”

We? But before I have time to think about that, there are hands on my breasts, big hands with smooth skin, cupping and hefting my large, soft breasts, squeezing them, kneading them. Toying with them. Whoever it is moves his attention to my nipples, teasing them awake, as if they weren’t hard enough already. I’m starting to melt into his hands, and my pussy lips have begun to throb with the desire to be filled. It’s like I can feel my pulse in my pussy, and it feels simultaneously hot and chilled by the air around it. I’m burning up.

“How is she?”

It’s the man who has my breasts in his careless hands, and before I have time to wonder yet again who he’s talking to, a palm covers my exposed pussy, fingers lying lightly over my aching clit. I suck in my breath, and contract my abs involuntarily; the feeling is wild. The other man never stops playing with my breasts.

The only response is a slight chuckle.

“So get her ready, please. I’m getting tired of this.”

And the man who’s been playing with my breasts runs his hands down the length of my arms and grabs my wrists. He pulls them forward, and I know not to move my legs or lose my balance; thank God I’m in good shape. He lifts my arms up and forward, so it’s as though I’m holding them above my head in this bent over, prone state, and then he binds them. With what I don’t know, but it’s soft, and secure, and attached to something else – a lead. Then he lets go. My arms are suspended like that, taut and tied, keeping me bent over at the waist. My breasts feel even more exposed.

“Much better. We’re ready to begin.”

And with that, something traces the lines of my entrance. I shiver from the cold, from the unexpected touch. I think it’s a finger at first, but it’s too cold, too unresponsive; I have no idea what it is.

Something made of metal.

I shudder.

Now there are fingers, prying my lower lips apart, stretching me. Examining me. I’m slick with my own juices, running over onto his hands, whoever he is. He probes deeper, slowly fucking me with two fingers, stroking the walls of my passage. I don’t know if I’m supposed to keep silent, but I can’t: I moan a little, the tendrils of pleasure teasing it out of me.

Someone laughs.

“Steady.” The man in front of me says, and he grasps my breasts again to make his point. I bite my lip, and another shudder travels the length of my body, settling furiously in the muscles above my sex. Something is building in me, some terrible hunger. I strain against the lead holding my arms, try to arch back into the fingers inside me.

Again, someone laughs, and then the fingers withdraw. I almost want to cry, teased to within an inch of desperation, but the little part of me that delights in resistance won’t let me. It’s the same part of me that delights in being overcome. Instead I whimper a little.

“Think you’re tough, huh?”

The cold metal plunges deep in my pussy, without warning, filling me, stretching me so good, and I scream. There’s a soft click, and the metal dildo begins to vibrate.

Holy Mother of God, it vibrates.

Whoever is holding it starts to fuck me with it, slowly, the vibrations reverberating through the walls of my passage, the folds of my pussy, all the way to my hot, burning clit. Instantly I’m shooting up, up towards an orgasm, but it’s almost too fast; my breathing can’t catch up, the rest of my body can’t catch up. The sensation hovers between pleasure and pain, too intense to make up it’s mind. Whoever is fucking me somehow knows, and pulls the dildo back, pressing it length wise against my slit, letting me gather my breath, letting the sensation get a foothold.

And then he penetrates me again.

And again.

The man who holds my breasts begins to toy with my nipples, tweaking them and rolling them, and I’m getting fucked so good with a vibrator, I can’t contain it anymore. I let out a low wail, and it builds with my orgasm, my back arching and I catch a quick, furious, fleeting orgasm, an angry series of contractions that don’t quite release me, don’t quite fill me, and I know I’m in for a long, long night.

The man behind me turns the vibrator off, but leaves it inside me. It must be stuck in to the hilt to stay like that. I can feel the flush on my chest, my neck, and I can hear the man who plays with my tender breasts murmuring something appreciative. I’m still panting, not quite recovered, when I hear the tell tale squirting sound and cold lube falls on my asshole.

Oh my God.

Griff’s had my ass, of course, but one thing we’ve never done is full double penetration. One thing I’ve never done, I should say. I’ve always wanted to.

My mind races as I try to think of all the things Griff might have cooked up, but I’m interrupted by a finger forcing it’s way into my tight ass. Like every time, it feels slightly wrong, and totally amazing, even as it hurts a little. And like every time, I can’t imagine how I’m going to fit an entire cock in there. I just can’t.

“Shhh,” the man toying with my breasts says. He moves his hands up to my face, and tilts my head up. I still can’t see a thing, but suddenly I feel something round and warm on my lips. It presses against my lips, once, twice.

It’s the head of his cock.

To test my theory I let my tongue slip out and give it a good lick, tasting the salty liquid beaded on the tip. Yup.

Cock.

I guess my smile is obvious, because his hands draw my head forward, and he presses his cock past my lips, into my mouth. It feels incredible. I lave the head with my tongue, and suck gently. I try to control the rhythm, but he grabs my head and holds me still.

“Relax.” He orders. And then he slowly starts to fuck my mouth.

My neck is at the perfect angle for him to go deep, and he does. I can feel my eyes start to water under my blindfold, and I’m doing my best to keep the rhythm, when that finger in my ass starts to go to work. It’s like he’s curling in slow circles, stretching out the ring of muscle, preparing it for more.

A cock in my mouth, a finger in my ass, and my pussy is starting to hunger again.

Another finger in my ass, and now he’s fucking me with his fingers, adding more lube. It feels so deliciously, deliciously wrong. I’m getting so wet I’m starting to seep down my own leg, and I can’t keep from wanting to suck this dick in my mouth dry. My head is bobbing forward and backward as much as it can now, and the man’s hands move from the side of my head back to my breasts, and he squeezes, hard.

“Open her up.”

The fingers are gone, and the slightly warmed metal presses against my tender asshole. The man in front pulls his dick from my mouth and pinches my nipples, and the man behind me pushes the metal vibrator deep into my ass.

I scream.