Chapter 6
The dildo slipped slowly into the trim brown ring, the passage of each knobbly projection drawing a gasp of discomfort from the helpless victim. Sam pushed steadily downwards till some six inches of the shaft had disappeared within the slim body, and the little white silk flag was brushing the curving buttock on one side. Then he said with mock solicitude. "I hope you can see all right, Sir?" His hand came out, the big black forefinger pointing menacingly towards its target: but his touch was not ungentle as the finger came down onto the little red button of her clitoris.
Mr. M. watched helplessly as his wife was frigged scientifically towards her orgasm. In their early days, he had tried to avoid the spectacle of her degradation by closing his eyes and turning his head away: but this had earned him immediate and cruel punishment, so that he had learnt his lesson: and now he watched dully, hating himself for the perverse pleasure he obtained from the sight of his wife's naked body being handled by the Negroes.
The woman began to moan on a rising note as Sam's insistent finger set her body atingle: her cunt was swimming with her juices, and every now and then her arsehole twitched involuntarily, so that the little flag jerked on its deeply-planted flagpole. She started shuddering with increasing frequency, and every time Sam ran his finger down the length of her cunt, the insides of her thighs rippled in an uncontrollable nervous spasm which drew a little cry of ecstasy from her. The big Negro drove her to the very brink of orgasm, then let her fall away from her peak, until her perspiring little body was relatively still. Again he frigged her swollen clitoris, while Mr. M. panted desperately behind his gag: and now the woman began to beg for her release, gasping out urgent cries of "Oh more! More!!" and "Yes. do it to me!!" The little flagpole embedded in her arsehole was twitching more frequently now as her orgasm approached: and her cries grew more raucous with lust as Sam worked away at her quivering body.
He let her drop down from her peak for the second time: and Mr. M. shuddered in his chair at her abandoned moaning as she begged for her release. Her open cunt had turned a rich red in colour as her body prepared itself for the coming orgasm: and the whole surface glistened wetly in the harsh electric light. For the third time, Sam's forefinger advanced slowly towards its prey. and now his other hand moved out, to take the arsehole-dildo delicately 'twixt thumb and forefinger, and move gently within its sensitive lodging-place, with maddening effect.
Mrs. M. was shrieking full-throated in her ecstasy as she came: the long slim legs thrashed wildly in the grasp of the two big Negroes, and the whole surface of her cunt worked violently in time with the rhythmic throbbing of her vagina as she creamed. Simultaneously, her arsehole was pulsing vigorously, with twofold effect. first, on the tormented blonde herself, who found that the presence of the knotty dildo in her sensitive rectum increased the intensity of her orgasm almost beyond bearing; and second, on the dildo, which jerked rhythmically back and forth, so that the little silken Jolly Roger was kept in constant motion throughout the long-drawn-out exhausting spend.
Sam had made good his promise: Madam was waving a flag and enjoying it.
When the pretty little cunt was still at last, Mrs. M's three tormentors set her on her feet once more. Then the Negro called Marvin. (who was to fuck her later on, so Sam had said). set about the task of stripping her of the steel and leather harness. though of course her arms remained strapped behind her back: and while he was doing this, Sam led the other one over to the chair where Mr. M. sat bound and gagged under the eyes of his brawny guard.
He made some token resistance when they freed him from his bonds; but he was powerless in the hands of my three professional bruisers: and despite his protests they soon had him stripped naked as a jay. For a moment they held him stationary; and a pleasing spectacle he made, his slim, athletic body panting with emotion and his handsome prick still standing stiff from the excitement of his wife's despoliation by the Negroes. From past experience, he knew that his turn had now arrived to drain the cup of humiliation to the dregs. and this indeed was literally true! The three big Negroes forced him to his knees: then bent him backwards till his head was resting on the floor: and in this position they tied his arms along his legs, elbows at his ankles and wrists at his knees, so that he was trussed up like a chicken. The highest part of his body was his rigid prick, standing stiffly up towards his navel: but in his backward-bent position, the big red shaft lay almost horizontal.
Then Sam nodded to his assistant guarding Mrs. M.: he brought her forward and placed her straddling her husband's head, then made her squat, so that her brimming cunt and arsehole still glistening with the grease from the knobbly dildo were thrusting impudently at her helpless husband, a few inches above his eyes: and every now and then, a black finger probed inquisitively into the red recesses of her cunt, so that she cried out at the sensation: and Mr. M. found that the sight of his wife's nakedness being fingered by the Negro was enough to keep him in a state of permanent erection. Sam drew up a chair, and sat leisurely between the man's widespread knees: he raised one big black foot, to bring it down gently onto the vulnerable underside of the stiff prick lying defenceless along the taut-stretched stomach: then he started rubbing the ball of his foot up and down along the sensitive shaft.
The man groaned softly as he was frigged steadily towards his orgasm in this obscene and humiliating way: when he entered the 'danger zone', and his prick began to twitch ominously, he jerked his head up several times with his tongue thrust stiffly out, in a vain attempt to lick his wife's cunt displayed so temptingly above his head: but the distance was too great. At Sam's nod, one of his assistants produced a paper dixie cup, and held it over the end of Mr. M's knob, now swollen to the maximum and purplish in colour: Sam deftly tickled the soft underskin up near the tip, using his toes for a few seconds: then he pressed down firmly with the ball of his foot and rubbed the quivering prick with three or four rapid strokes. With a gasping cry, Mr. M. stiffened into orgasm, the muscles on his back-bent thighs and stomach standing out in sharp relief as he Pumped a copious flood of milky spunk into the waiting dixie cup.
Swiftly, Mrs. M. was raised to her feet and taken to one side where Marvin held her firmly, facing the kneeling body of her husband. Then Mr. M's arms were released. only to be forced up behind his back with both wrists between his shoulder-blades, so that once again he was powerless to defend himself. Then Sam held the dixie cup to his lips.
On their first visit to my place, the husband had protested vigorously against this revolting piece of degradation. (Don Marco was really quite imaginative, Max! But wait till I tell you what happened to me, at the end!) The savage whipping he received on that occasion taught him that resistance was futile. So now, he closed his eyes and shuddered: but his mouth opened, and his head went back, as Sam tipped the slimy, salty mouthful out of the cup and into his unwilling mouth. As he swallowed his own spunk in one convulsive gulp, his wife, watching wide-eyed, burst into a sudden fit of shuddering: for she knew that now their savage, sombre programme changed from so-called pleasure into pain. and pain not 'so-called' in the very least, but pain that was very real and utterly degrading in its intensity. Then she cried out despairingly as Sam and one of his henchmen swung round towards her, leaving one man to master her husband: then the three big black naked bodies closed round hers.