Cassandra · Part 2 (2/2)
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Cassandra to see through a narrow slit. She was dazzled at first, but then she focused on her reflection in the overhead mirror and groaned in dismay.
She looked like a depraved version of batgirl. Her blonde hair flowed out from behind her black leather face mask. She was clad from head to toe in a black leather outfit which left her breasts, crotch and bottom bare.
And of course, the worst part of it was that she was trussed up like a turkey, with her arms laced to her body, her tits thrust out and her thighs parted and pulled up so her pussy, arsehole and buttocks were completely exposed.
She tried to scream in protest as Doctor zipped her mask back up again and said, "I'm sorry that you boys won't get to play with her yourselves right now, but as I explained earlier, we've been preparing her for a special client. But we'll put her in the observation room, as I'm sure he won't mind you watching from behind the glass."
Cassandra felt herself being lifted by several pairs of hands. She was carried a short way, then placed on a soft surface.
Doctor whispered in her ear; "I'll give you some time to get used to your bonds before sending in your visitor. I think it's important that you come to terms with how completely, ahhh, powerless you are to stop anyone doing whatever they want to you."
Just to prove his point, he reached down and firmly squeezed her left nipple. Cassandra tried to twist away but to no avail. "Delightful, my dear. I must go now. Do enjoy yourself."
She heard a door shut and she realised that she was alone. Her nipple throbbed from Doctor's pinch. She had to get out of here before this mysterious visitor arrived! She began to wriggle about, trying to loosen the straps that held her in this defenseless postition, but she couldn't even manage to roll over onto her side. There was a fan or something that was blowing cool air on her crotch that made her pussy feel even more exposed. She imagined the men watching her through some kind of two-way mirror and enjoying her pointless attempts to escape. The thought, however, made her groan with both despair and excitement.
It seemed like ages that she lay on her back, desperately trying to get free, to no avail. Even more frustrating was her body's response to this situation. She was so turned on that the wetness was flowing from her pussy down between the cheeks of her bottom. God knows what her visitor would do to her when he saw that. She felt a wave of humiliation wash over her.
Suddenly there was a creak.
Somebody had come into the room!
She froze and listened. There was silence for several minutes and she decided that nobody was there when a voice whispered, "I"m looking at your pussy."
Her immediate instinct was to pull her legs together and hide herself, but of course when she tried, she just wobbled her feet about a bit. She wanted to plead with whoever was there to let her go, but she could only whimper and moan through her gag. Her visitor remained impervious to her plight and was silent for several minutes. She felt her cheeks burning as she imagined his eyes feasting on her most intimate places.
She flinched as she felt his hands on her thighs. They roamed slowly over her body, stopping to test each of her bonds. He grunted in satisfaction.
Then he spoke, again in a whisper. "I have a feather."
That was it for several more minutes. Then she felt something touching her arsehole so lightly it was almost imperceptible.
The feeling became more intense and she began whimpering again as he tickled her mercilessly with the feather, running the tip slowly round her vulnerable little rosebud. This went on for what seemed like hours to poor Cassandra, and she could do nothing to protect herself from his gentle torture.
Finally he stopped.
"I want to see your pussy wide open to me," he whispered. She felt him attach clips to her labia in two places on each side, then thread a lace round the backs of each leg, tying it tautly it to the clips so her lips were spread apart. She could feel his breath on her moist cunt.
"You're very wet," he whispered. "I want to see where your juices flow from. I want to see inside you."
Cassandra nearly leapt out of her skin when she felt something cold and hard touch the entrance to her vagina. She moaned and wriggled as much as her bonds would allow, but the cold steel slid easily into her canal. She felt it move deep into her, lubricated by her own juices. When it was in as far as it could go, she felt it begin to widen. Her internal muscles tried to force the intruder out, but the man's hand held it firmly in place.
Suddenly she realised that this instrument was just like the one her gyneocologist used when she had a cervical examination…
except this one felt much longer. The man expanded the instrument until the pressure on her vaginal walls was almost too much for her to bear, then he stopped. It was wedged tightly inside her and although he had let go she could not push it out of her pussy.
"That's better." The man whispered. "Now you are open to me." Cassandra had never felt so invaded before. She could feel the man's breath as he blew into her gaping pussy, making her nerves twitch and her muscles try to contract. She felt his hands between her legs again and the steel, now warm from the heat inside her, slipped out. Next she felt him pressing a rubber ring over her left nipple. There was a loud whoosh and she felt her whole nipple sucked firmly into the ring, which stayed in place when he let go. He swiftly applied another to her right nipple. She could feel the pull all the way down in her crotch. The pressure was not quite strong enough to hurt, but it had made her nipples harden immediately, and they felt ultra-sensitive.
She felt his whispering breath against her ear as he teased, "I have one of these little suction cups left. Guess where
I'm going to put it. Somewhere really sensitive would be best, don't you think?"
Cassandra heard the whooshing start again, and then she felt the rim of the cup descend lightly over her clitoris. This time, however, he did not press it down against her skin. Instead, he held it just above so that air rushed over her tender bud, which was pulled upwards by the vacuum.
The feeling was so excruciating that Cassandra couldn't stop herself writhing desperately, trying to get away even though she knew it was impossible. He kept the cup in this position for a minute, & just as Cassandra thought she would pass out, he planted it firmly against her swollen clit. She would have screamed, if only she could.
She felt as if her lifeforce was being drawn out of her, the pleasure so intense it bordered on pain. Oh god, oh please, please, please…. she begged for release in her mind, which was translated into an unending, wordless whimper by the gag which rendered her tongue useless.
The man wobbled each suction cup in turn, making shocks of sensation spark through Cassandra's body. The opening of her vagina was suddenly parted by something rubbery, which was slowly forced inside her. It was so wide she felt that she would be torn apart. He eased it further into her canal, twisting it as he pushed it all the way in.
Her mind reeled at this assault and her internal muscles screamed as they were stretched wider that ever before. She had never been filled like this, and her eyes watered beneath the facemask as she screamed silently into the gag.
He gave her a minute to acclimatise to this new invasion, but then the assault began again. This time, Cassandra felt the tip of the man's finger touch her anus. It was slick with lubricant, and he pushed it into her constricted hole and spread the gel around. He then pulled her open and inserted the tip of a dildo. As he pushed it in past her sphincter muscles, her pulled out his finger.
She tried to relax to lessen the discomfort, but her body was unused to this feeling. To make it harder for her to deal with, he didn't just push the dildo in. Instead, he pushed it a little way in, then pulled it nearly all the way out, then in again a little further, then out again, then in again, deeper and deeper into her ass with each push. She was completely mortified as she lay there, unable to stop the invasion of her delicate back passage. Finally, the dildo's progress came to a halt, resting deep inside her, stretching her anus wide, and she had a minute to get used to the violation of her virgin passage. He attached a strap to the back of her outfit that ran up between her buttocks and slit, and clipped onto the front just below her belly, holding the dildos in place.
"Ahh, what a beautiful sight," whispered her tormentor, from somewhere between her legs.
She imagined him sitting back in a chair, gloating in satisfaction as he surveyed her defenseless body that had been completely violated in every way. This thought caused her cunt and ass muscles to squeeze tightly around the dildos, and her nipples and clit to throb. Moaning helplessly now, she tried to fight her own excitement. She would not give him the satisfaction of seeing her cum. She cursed her traitorous body, but she could not curb her horniness.
As if he had read her mind, the man whispered, "You can't fight it. I'm going to make you cum stronger and longer than you ever have before. You may as well give in." Cassandra continued to fight the impending orgasm, and after two more endless minutes, he sighed.
"Maybe you are stronger than I thought," he whispered, "but you won't be able to resist this."
With a click, the two dildos inside her began to undulate, churning into her deepest recesses. At the same time, the suckers over her nipples and clit suddenly increased their pressure and began to vibrate wildly. She tried to scream as she felt the wave of pleasure inside her growing and expanding until every nerve in her entire body was screaming for release. She approached the peak of her orgasm but somehow it receded, remaining just out of reach and drawing her further into the sensation.
Cassandra's mind soared miles away, unable to deal with the severe force of the pleasure, into a dreamworld where she spiraled high in the clouds, surrounded by an invisible entity that held her aloft, spreadeagled, prying open every orifice with a thousand unseen mouths, sucking and licking, overwhelming her totally.
She was brought back down to earth with a *smack*, as the man shouted, "Come for me now, slut!" and his hand slapped hard against her defenseless bottom. Her orgasm began to wrack her body. With each slap of her buttocks another wave rolled over her, shaking her bound and helpless form, her bonds making her feel each surge more intensely.
The pain and humilitation of being spanked only increased the incredible power of the orgasm.
Gradually, her body began to tire and the force of the orgasm started to ebb. The man continued to spank her until her shudders had almost stopped. Then he turned off the dildos and the vibrators, and just stroked her bottom for a few minutes, crooning, "Shhh! There, there, good girl, you liked your spanking, didn't you…. Sshhh…"
Cassandra became aware of a whining sound in her ears that had started when the spanking had begun. She realised it was coming from her own throat, and she made herself stop. The man pulled the dildos out of her gently, and released her clit and nipples from the suckers. Her pussy and breasts were still humming with the residual vibrations of her orgasm and she felt suddenly empty when the dildos were gone.
Cassandra realised that the man had spoken in a normal voice for the first time since his arrival.
His voice was very familiar to her, but before she put two and two together, she felt his fingers pulling at the zip over her eyes. It took a second for her to focus, and then she recognised the face of her husband Michael smiling at her.
"Surprise!" He grinned down at her. "You should be more careful where you keep your dirty magazines next time, honey. I knew exactly what you were up to. I've been waiting for you to pluck up the courage to make an appointment here for weeks, and Doctor promised he would call me if you contacted him. He's such a helpful man, isn't he?"
Cassandra felt a million different emotions at once: relief that she was in safe hands; anger at her husband for keeping his identity a secret; nervousness at the implications of this development.
Michael had obviously enjoyed having her bound and helpless, as she could tell by the size of the bulge in his trousers. What would happen now in their relationship?
She wriggled and squealed at him to ungag her and set her pinned body free, but he just laughed.
"Now, now, honey, do you really think that I can let you go now, while you're all cross at me for playing this little trick on you? I think it would be better to wait till you calm down. In fact, I know just the thing to help you get a better perspective on the situation."
Leaving her eyes uncovered, he walked to the end of the bed. He looked up and met her eyes in the mirror. "I took some time off work, Cass, and I made a deal with Doctor. We're going to stay here all week and he's going to train me. This is just beginning!"
She watched in the mirrored ceiling as he knelt on the bed between her legs and bent his head to her crotch. She began screaming silently through the gag as she felt his lips lock onto her clit and his tongue flick out to meet it's swollen tip, her screams becoming gasps of pleasure, as he licked and sucked her towards another mindblowing orgasm.
Cassandra · Part 2 (2/2)
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