Bound to the low table by wide straps at the elbows and knees, blindfolded, gagged, there was really nothing I could do. I did shriek into the gag when someone lifted and then threw my skirt over my back. Fingers dug under my panties and pulled at them. I tried to shy away, but heard a metallic snip, and then that last piece of modesty was gone. The warm air of the room blew across my bared lower body.

Two hairy, muscled legs settled between mine on the table, knees fitting between where mine were tied, and then, all the building fear and dread crystallized into the touch of a cockhead between my parted legs, right at my slit. I lurched forward, as far away from it as I could. until my chest pressed between my forearms, with my ass high in the air. The cock followed me, and stayed pressed right where it had been, the fat head just on the verge of dividing my pussy lips. I had nowhere else to go and realized I’d made it even worse, even easier for the cock. It was wet, slickened with lube. Because I couldn’t grit my teeth, I bit down on the gag for the now inevitable assault, but it didn’t come. 

“If you want to see your family again,” a voice said – not from behind me, but from in front and to the side, “you will start fucking.” The voice was thickly accented, but I couldn’t place it. 

I had no way of knowing who it was, or if he spoke the truth. I had no way of knowing if there were more people in the room, or where the room was. My heart raced. The presence poised between my legs didn’t move.

“I will not tell you again.” The voice was matter of fact. Casual. Cold. Something in it made me believe. And so, not letting myself think about what I was doing, I moved my hips back. The cock didn’t move back. It stayed anchored where it was, so as I pushed back, I began to impale myself on it. It was fat, and hot. I let out a sob as the head popped past my outer lips, and heard the unmistakeable click of a camera shutter. I startled and stopped for a fraction of a second, but the fear spiked in me and I found myself pushing farther back, taking more of the shaft into me.

The cameras – there were more than one, in different locations – clicked again as I moved. Breathing raggedly, I reached the point where Oscar’s abdomen would have been pressing against me, but this shaft kept going, and I shuddered. The cock pushed deeper. By the time my rear pressed back against a muscled body I was gasping. The length inside me was far more than my husband. It pressed up against the very end of me, rock hard.

The cameras clicked. I heard the words almost whispered, but a command nevertheless. “Fuck him.”

I started fucking him. Tears dampened my blindfold, and the gag muffled most of my sobs, but I did as I was told. I fucked the huge cock behind me. The man it belonged to didn’t move at all. All the actions ware entirely mine. 

“Faster,” came the hissed command. 

I knew my face was blushing red in humiliation and more, I could feel it. But I obeyed. lurching forward and back on the cock, making it spear into me again and again. 


I moaned in rebuttal, then grunted as I tried to comply. My rear slapped against his abdomen. I couldn’t hear the cameras anymore over the creaking of the table and my breathing. 

Then, the inevitable happened. I had kept myself from thinking about it, but when it did, when strong hands suddenly clamped on my hips just as I’d fucked myself back, keeping me pressed against him, the cock locked fully inside me, I had time to scream into my gag before feeling the first pulse of cum shooting into me. 

The cameras were a whir, syncopating with the grunting of the man behind me as he emptied himself into me. Despite the commands, the threats, my instincts made me pull and try to free myself, try to get that dangerous, jetting cock out of me, but held me still and tight against him. The throb of his cock was a different time to my hammering heart. He held long enough for me to draw breath and scream twice more, trying to pull away and failing against his iron grip. And then I was released, and the cock pulled quickly from me as its owner moved away. The sudden emptiness was followed by a warm flow of cum between my legs and down my thighs. The cameras didn’t stop, and I burned with embarrassment thinking of one or more of them focused between my legs at the mess there.

I tried to sink to my haunches to rest, to grieve, but just then, another pair of legs was settling between mine. and another cockhead poked at my now dripping slit.

“Again!” The voice from the front of the room said.

Categories: Cassie Andra, Erotic Fiction, The Wrong AlphabetTags: , , ,

Cassie Andra

Old enough to know better and not care. Vanilla on the outside. Vanilla through and through, except for the mind. You don't want to go there, but I'll give you peeks. Be warned: erotica themes include standard fun, but also the taboo-est of the taboo. Coming of age, infidelity, family relations, dubious and non-consent. Every throbbing inch of it is, however, fantasy, and should be treated as such.

1 Comment

  1. Anonymous

    just what I needed, I really enjoy the ability you have to make it easy for me to close my eyes and see what you do.

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