Tense spasms shook my body. My breasts danced, abrading their lower tender curves on the back of the chair. I heard a roaring sound that was solely within my head. Fiery tingles pranced about within me. I remained just at the point of erupting, of completion and satisfaction.
But I could not force my body over the edge into thrilling release!
It had gone on and on… for a seeming eternity… I could not gain the final electric thrill… Nor could I stand to hold back any longer, teetering on the edge…
I was suspended in the neverland between painful sensual arousal and climax! I heard myself screaming, pleading…
Behind me, he/she too was calling out, begging…
"Erik! Erik,please! So tired… It's been twenty-five minutes, Erik… my arm aches… oooooohhhhh…"
"Your ar-ar-ar – uh – ARM!" I grunted, without sympathy.
"Five more minutes for you, Lois," Erik called from somewhere, and she popped the plastic penis out with a liquid plop… and then Jammed it back into my rectum! Yeeeeeeeekhh!! My stomach rippled and gyrated. I was itching, palpitating, in the very core of my unopened virgina. I mean vagina. My mouth hung, open. My eyes were dull and lackluster. My face was streaked with tears, my long and tangled hair hanging before and about me. My breasts heaved, trickling sweat.
"Unh… unh… uhuhuhub… unh… AH… uh-uh-uhuhuhuh…"
But-I-could-not-come!
My head sagged and lolled, as though my neck were broken. In and out. In and out.In… and out and in and out-t-t…
A prisoner of passion, I wept and screamed and panted and pushed, striving desperately for orgasmic release. In and out… cramming it on and on into the marshy, surely bloody pulp of my poor stricken anus…
I groaned, trying to beg, when Miles came down the steps. He walked over and bent to kiss me. (It was nice.) "Please," I sobbed. "Please! My… my clitoris… help me… It's agony agony…"
"Sorry," he muttered, touching my swollen nipples wonderingly. "Orgasm is forbidden to you, slut." And as I wailed and sobbed aloud, he went around behind me. Lois collapsed onto the bed with a sobbing sigh.
I echoed her sigh as Miles began to slide the dildo in and out of me. It was bigger than his organ, bigger than Erik's. Fatter, and longer too. And I was taking all of it. All of it. For thirty minutes now… after Miles had driven his prick in and out and in and out of me for… how long? And that had been only a warm-up!
Forty minutes. I cried like a baby. Thrills and flickery little spasms of pain… involuntary tremors of lecherous ecstasy… Fire surging in my belly: pleasure… fire glowing in my anal niche: pain!
(Niche? By then it was a gaping GULF!)
Spasms… tremors… ecstasy/pain; pleasure/delight…
Help… help me… help… stop… helphelphelphelpheh…
The world spun about me. I swept and shuddered and hung there, on the barbed fence, just a few feet away from the lovely green and golden pastures of delicious orgasm… Pain… pleasure…
Ooooob-h-h-deeee-ee-earrr G-G-Go-o-o-ood…
Forty-five minutes…
Excited by what he was doing to me, by the sound of my quaking moans and groans and sobs and the wincing jerks and tremors of my body, Miles achieved another erection. A heroic achievement, so soon after his recent spurting into me! He removed the dildo, and there was a moment's glorious, awful, wonderful terrible emptiness before he slid his hard cock easily into my back. He groaned, snarling and complaining that the hole he smoothed himself in was big as a sewer pipe…
I hardly felt his presence in me, only his crotch violently thumping my buttocks as he hurled himself up my back in a desperate quest for friction.
Fifty minutes…
I was blind with lust and need, the muscles of my thighs and calves and tensing as I ground my body back against his. I agitated myself wildly, plunging and heaving, ramming myself fiercely backward. The mouth of my anus repeatedly swallowed his cock and tried its best to clasp and suck it strongly. Panting, I rocked my hips. I abraded my wrists on my bonds, striving to get a hand free to slap it to my own clitoris. I wept and pleaded. I made my hugely opened and expanded anal chink circle around and around his burning swollen tool as he whipped it in and out. Surely my cries and gyrations beneath his driving body would have done credit to a… a professional!
(Un-sane thought: Are there professionals who want it only in the asshole?)
My body was an inferno of unsatiated lust and terrible burning need, need. I was sure that one touch, one little touch on my throbbing clitoral bud would have sent me on an orgasmic trip farther and faster than Apollo 15!
But… I… couldn't…make it!
I passed out.
CHAPTER SIX
ENTRY FORTY-SEVEN
I awoke on my back on a comfortable bed in a room. The walls were papered, and there was a little table beside the bed, and an easy chair and another, a straight-backed one, and two doors, one of which must have been a closet.
Immediately I was aware of a dull throbbing, a smarting itch in my vastly widened and preposterously plumbed rear channel. But even worse was the horrible itching need that ravaged my burning quivering guts. It had not left me. I had slept, but it had not subsided, not at all. Until my captivity I had been fondling myself at least once daily, at least every night. I had "used" this diary. And now I had experienced more sensualism than ever before in my life. I had been put through all these intensely, incredibly sexy paces… and allowed no release! And now, I was alone, and in bed, and…
"Oh-h-h n-o-o-o-ooohhhhh!!!"
I could not get at myself!
My left leg was tightly fastened down; a leather bracelet, or rather anklet, and a rope down and around the leg of the bed. The other leg was free. But my arms were tied, and loosely so. But… monsters! Agonies of Tantalus… I strained, stretching. And I could get my striving fingers to within an inch of my screaming vulva… and no nearer!
Sobbing, whimpering, I lay there and thought about the soft little lips and the lovely sweet lonely needful little bulb at their top, my beloved sweet ditty that so loved and needed my attentions.
But I could not touch it.
I tried. I twisted my body painfully and nearly broke my back, trying. I abraded my arms on their bonds. I groaned and cried and screamed and shrieked. I pounded my own naked breasts and wept. I was a wild woman, mad with lechery I could not assuage. The awful need in me continued to flame on. And on.
They left me there. All the rest of that day and all night and the next day. I could not even sleep. Physical desire and need were an agony in my flesh. I shrieked at deaf walls, shrieked out their names, begged them to come and beat me, screw me, anything: just give me RELEASE! Eventually I began to shout that I'd suck them. Both at once! But they did not come. And neither could I.
They could have beaten me with nettles, with barbed wire, with red-hot wire, and not tormented me more.
When at last Erik entered the room, bringing a bottle of brandy, he smiled at me. "I hope you haven't wanted anything and called out, Tory. This room's soundproof."
I sagged, feeling the blackness of unconsciousness rising about me. I fought it off. Blinking my eyes open, I stared at him.
"I've come to repeat my neighborly offer, neighbor."
"Your… offer?"
He opened his long brown robe to display his organ, which was not erect. I stared at it. Slowly I raised my eyes to his.
"You are a monster, Erik."
He smiled. "Yes, yes of course. But that isn't the point."
"It isn't even big!"
"Don't underestimate the power of your pretty mouth, Tory."
He had an answer for everything! "The first time I refused, you whipped me like a child. Then you impaled me with your finger. The next time I refused…" my voice was hoarse, strained "… you beat me with a whip and impaled me with that." I dropped my eyes to his flaccid penis.