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Subject: {ASSM} The Road to Hell Pt.2 by Pami (MM/F, mdom)
Date: Mon, 4 Sep 2000 04:10:08 -0400
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This story contains sexuals words, themes, and actions. If you are under 21,
go away. If you don't like this sort of thing, go away. If, on the other
hand, you do like it and its legal for you to... read on...
I would like to go on record and say that this story is purely fictional,
although the places and some of the characters are not. I hope no one is
offended.
Please do not post this anywhere without asking me.
HEY YOU.... If you like this... If you don't... drop me an email, ok? :)
The Road to Hell by Pami (MM/F, mdom)
He spoke. "I have to do this," is all that he said as he leaned down and
fitted his lips against mine.
The kiss was everything I had thought it might be since that night three years
ago when we had met. His mouth was sweet and tender at first, and then it grew
hard and he bit on my lower lip as our passions escalated. His tongue invaded
my mouth and I eagerly met it, sucking on it as he tasted me. I could hear
myself moaning as I pressed even harder against him, wanting to feel his body
against me as much as the leather corset would allow me to feel.
His hands grabbed my ass, kneading my lower cheeks and pulling my vulva up
against his loins. I could feel the hardness of him through the two layers of
skirts that I wore and I heard him groan as I twisted against him.
The kiss ended and we both looked at each other, panting. Well, I panted as
much as the boning let me. No wonder sex was frowned upon in the Victorian
age, was the thought that crossed my mind as I tried to catch my breath.
He pulled away slightly and looked down. I followed his gaze and we both saw
the entire upper half of my breasts exposed. We could just glimpse my nipples
against the top seam of my corset, and they were erect with my arousal. He
reached up and tugged down on the corset just slightly, and both of my nips
popped out.
"Beautiful," he breathed as he caressed the left one with his hand. He pinched
and pulled on my tit, switching his gaze from his play to my face and back
again. He leaned down and suddenly locked his teeth onto my right nipple,
flicking his tongue back and forth over the sensitive tip quickly. I closed my
eyes to enjoy the sensation, and let out a low wail. I really wanted to
scream, but I was at least somewhat cognizant of the hundreds of people outside
the canvas walls.
My long hair grazed his fingers as my head fell back on my neck, and he wrapped
my tresses around his hand until his hand was at the nape of my neck. He
pulled tautly on it, immobilizing my head in the way I adore, and I felt
another tremor of lust run through my body.
It was a good thing that he had my hair wrapped around his hand, because when
the tent flap was pulled back, I started and I probably would have ran. Satan
strolled through the opening and the canvas fell closed behind him.
"Well, well. Look at what we have here," he smiled as he looked at the two of
us. "Gareth, couldn't you have taken her to your own pavilion?" he chuckled.
He stripped off the claws that covered his hands, and threw his horns on the
bed.
Gareth stood and gently unwrapped my hair from his hand, then using his hands
to grab mine where they were frantically trying to pull the corset back over my
tits with little success. He effectively stopped me from covering up and then
continued to almost casually converse. I was appalled. Until he moved behind
me and pulled both of my wrists into his one hand, casually reaching up and
teasing one of my nipples with the other. All while he and Satan continued to
talk. I wasn't really listening anymore. Half of me was shocked and scared to
death, and half of me was enjoying Gareth's touch and the piquancy of the
situation.
Suddenly I tuned in again as Satan started to walk towards us. "Don't mind if
I do. Since you offered, that is," he chortled as he looked into my wide brown
eyes. "Don't be scared, milady. I just want to taste what you so temptingly
offered last year." And he knelt in front of me. Gareth cupped my left tit
with his hand, and Satan's mouth sucked it in. He sucked on my nipple
voraciously, and I mewed a small cry of pain.
Gareth was still behind me, and he talked low into my ear. "Mmmmm, Brandy...
look at what you are doing to us. We can't keep our hands off of you. Look at
him suckle at your breast." He laughed. "You certainly aren't the devil's
daughter, otherwise this would be illegal." He rubbed his groin against my ass
and I felt his hardness again.
The man in front of me switched to the other teat, and I rotated my bottom
against the man behind me. I couldn't believe this was happening, but I really
felt too good to want it to stop. I didn't dare to think, I only felt.
"You taste delicious," the devil told me as he pulled away from my tits.
"But... you are definitely a bad girl... and I think you need to be punished,
eh Gareth?" he smirked at me. "I promise, you'll enjoy it."
The two men laughed as they moved us over to the bed. It was a large bed for a
pavilion, probably queen sized, and had a sturdy wooden frame. When I thought
about it later, I thought how it must have cost a fortune, but I wasn't
thinking as the dark man reached into a basket and pulled out a thin strip of
leather. The two of them quickly bound my hands in front of me and then pushed
me face down on the bed.
"Kneel, Brandy," I was told, and I did. I put my hands underneath me for
balance and I waited. Hands pulled my skirts up over my ass, and the guys
laughed. I hadn't worn underwear, so I knew they could see my shaved pussy,
and I knew it was wet.
"Jesus, Gareth... she's ready now."
"No she isn't. She needs her punishment for being such a slut. Right Brandy?"
the gravelly response came.
I didn't say anything. Apparently that was the wrong response, because all of
a sudden a sharp slap landed on my left buttock. "Ow!" I cried.
"You were spoken to, my girl. You WILL answer," came the voice of the devil.
"Now let's try again. Do you deserve to be punished?"
I couldn't believe how turned on I was. It was useless to try to fight it, I
thought, I might as well just hang on for the ride.
"Yes, sir." I answered.
There was a sharp slap to my right ass-cheek. "Yes, sir, what?" Gareth's voice
came this time.
I inhaled deeply. "Yes, sir. I deserve to be punished for being a slut." I
leaned down onto my shoulders, raising my behind up towards their gaze.
A cool hand caressed my warm bottom. "Good girl," was the purring response I
heard.
And then it started. Someone was spanking me. Hard. All over my ass. And it
HURT! I let out small wails with each smack. I tried to keep quiet, since
some small part of me was aware that there were still other people not far
away, and canvas doesn't exactly have sound-proof walls.
Apparently the men were concerned about the noise also, because the spanking
stopped. A pair of hands ran themselves all over my reddened cheeks, and they
felt wonderful. When one of the hands dipped between my thighs and down my wet
slit, I moaned again.
There were suddenly a pair of strong thighs before my face. I looked up into a
handsome dark face. I must have looked surprised because he laughed. "Did you
think it was me spanking you, Brandy? Angel-boy over here is kinkier than you
might think," he told me. I tried to concentrate on what he was saying, but
Gareth was spreading the wetness of my pussy back over my ass crack and the
sensation was just too much. I let out another moan of pleasure and suddenly
there was a cock at my mouth.
"Suck it. That will keep you quiet, I think. Show me that you really CAN be
one of my succubuses," Satan told me as he dragged his mostly hard prick back
and forth over my lips. I opened up and he slid his cock into me. I licked
and sucked, shutting my eyes to try to absorb the textures and tastes. It was
hard to concentrate on anything with Gareth behind me.
His hands were hard at work, generating even more moisture in my already wet
pussy. He would slide a finger or two deep into my love channel and then flick
another one across my sensitive clit. Then he would pull them out and tease
around my rosebud, just lightly pressing a fingertip into my ass. Occasionally
he would spank me one or two smacks, and they heightened my awareness of my
nether regions.
I sucked at the cock that was thrusting in and out of my hungry mouth, enjoying
the occasional taste of pre-cum that would ooze from the tip. It was a nice
sized dick... I tried to estimate... maybe about seven inches long and thick,
stretching my mouth to get around it without nicking it with my teeth. I
wondered if Gareth's was larger or smaller, and if I would get to taste him as
well.
However, Gareth didn't seem to be wanting to move from his current position.
He was now finger fucking me with what felt like three fingers, and I could
hear the sloshing sounds coming from my cunt. I arched my back and spread my
legs more to allow him more penetration. When I felt the sensation of Gareth's
tongue on my rosebud, it was a good thing there was something in my mouth,
because I practically screamed with the sensation. The fingers inside of me
twisted and turned and when they found my special spot inside, they stayed
there, rubbing. I know I would have screamed for sure, because all of a sudden
an enormous orgasm hit me. I felt it happen. I couldn't have stopped it if I
wanted to. My entire body convulsed, and I felt the juices literally squirt
out of me.
The tent was silent for a moment after I came. "Holy crap! Did you see that?
She squirted!" Gareth exclaimed in a tone of wonder.
"Good thing I have a dark bedspread," came the response with a tone of irony.
"Suck, Brandy... Come on.... suck me...make me come..." he continued as I
looked up into his face.
Gareth didn't give me moment to rest, instead he reached down and took my still
erect clit between his thumb and forefinger and began to pull on it. I moaned
again and felt the shudder of pleasure run through me. I didn't want to stop.
Not yet.
Suddenly the prick in my mouth was removed. I glanced up again, startled.
Wasn't it good, I wondered.
He laughed. "No, sweetness, I don't want you to stop. Angel-boy here just
wanted to hear your reaction."
I was puzzled and my face must have shown it, because he continued. "Your
reaction to...." and with that, Gareth plunged his manhood into my dripping
pussy with one thrust and I screamed. It was definitely larger that the one I
was sucking. After that initial thrust, the cock was back into my mouth.
I had never had two men before, and this was as incredible as I had thought. I
just didn't know what to concentrate on, the feelings in my pussy or the taste
of the prick in my mouth. I gave up and let them build up a rhythm. God,
Gareth's cock filled me up so much I could feel my cunt walls stretch around
him. His balls slapped against my clit, and I hoped that he kept it up long
enough for me to come again.
The pre-cum taste was increasing in my mouth, and he was now fucking my face.
As he picked up speed, I knew that he was going to come, so I increased the
suction of my mouth.
Gareth's finger was now playing at my tight rosebud, and it was driving me
insane with lust. All of the feelings were overwhelming me. I knew that while
my moans were muffled, that their's were not, and I could hear the grunts from
their ramming into me.
Finally, I swallowed just as the cock in my mouth thrust in, and that did it
for him. With a muffled yell as the background noise, I felt the prick pulse
against my tongue and fill my mouth with his creamy essence. I was drinking
Satan's juices down, and relishing the taste of it. They were copious, but I
valiantly struggled not to lose a drop. Sometimes semen just tastes good, and
this was one of those times.
I guess that did it for Gareth, who suddenly slapped me on the ass one last
time and rammed his huge cock as far in as he could. I felt the throbbing of
his climax against my clit, and I went over the edge once more myself,
orgasming as hard as I ever had. I swear, I thought I might pass out as I felt
my walls convulse against the hardness inside me.
The three of us collapsed on the bed, me in the middle. None of us were
naked... it was one of those times that you just don't have the time to take
off your clothes... the lust is that great. Gareth nestled against my back,
whispering in my ear that he couldn't believe he had missed out on this three
years ago. And Satan just smiled at the two of us. "Welcome to the dark
side," was his only comment.
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