Unlike the earlier “X” shape of my restraints on I now have plenty of slack to kick and struggle with my lower limbs. Should I wish it I could spread my ankles to a width of a couple of feet, but that would be agony, placing my entire weight on my tender sex organs. I can writhe, I can move, I can do everything but lift up my toes to the top of the pillar, which would enable me to go what I desperately want - lifting myself free from my torment. The wooden post between my legs has been coated with a lubricant rendering it almost frictionless. If I exert myself, draining the reserves in my aching muscles even further, I can tense my knees and calves and lift my torso a few inches upwards, gaining a precious movement of relief. But then gravity and the lubricant will inevitably win, and I’ll sink back down right where they want me. I can’t even ease my discomfort by moving my pelvis forwards or backwards to take up a different resting point on the pillar. Because - mounted on top of the post is a large phallus, made of something solid like an iron rod encased in a softer rubbery material, and that phallus is currently buried deep inside my vagina. Salarin’s men suspended me in my ropes and then lowered me onto this object, using it to both fill me and trap me. With the wooden mounting post being so interracial liberally greased I can’t Blowjobs get enough leverage to lift myself off of the huge rubber cock, and when I do manage to temporarily raise my pelvis the friction from the phallus against my nether lips sends such intense stimulation through me that my thighs shudder, I grow weak, and once more I’m where I started. It’s the largest invader I’ve so far had inside my sex. At first I found being stuffed with something so big was bitterly uncomfortable. It felt like it was probing right up to my stomach. But over time I’ve become so sexually aroused that the dildo began to move easily against my slick inner walls. Now I’m struggling more to increase my feeling of friction than to attempt to escape. I feel as if I’m drugged, in a trance, partly from the exhaustion of the torture and gang rape I’ve endured, but also from the big cock steady effect of the things between my legs – the phallus and the other, even crueler device. The second one senses me somehow and when it chooses it vibrates against my clit. Technology can be a terrible thing when used to dispense suffering. Between the two devices I have been kept turned-on for what seems like hours – the vibrator teasing me, pausing and withdrawing from me if I get close to orgasm, and then when I regain too much control over my own body returning to repeat the unbearably delightful buzzing. Back when Wagner interviewed me and the Slavers forced me to climax using that cup between my legs, I knew I’d never been so turned-on before. Well it was nothing compared to what’s happening now. My public shaming with the red vibrating cup lasted a relatively short time. This has gone on and on forever. Someone brought her a drink of water and about 5 minutes later she looked up at Emma and I and said, Trying to push any harder was making him light headed. She had even sucked my balls a couple times and I was really beginning to like it when she pushed me back onto the bed. He just lifted his legs up and the knot of the lungi unveiled and started falling down. Why had she written those? I grabbed my master key and the big cock red door key and started upstairs. I laid back rolling Blowjobs the condom on "climb on" I said she looked at me holding my cock straight up.Dawn got the idea and got up positioning her self above my cock. My jaw began to ache and the feeling of his head slamming against my throat gagged me in discord, the revelation sent waves of pleasure and pain throughout my body but I was shackled by lust. I felt her prickly pussy on my cock as she pulled me into her and I started squeezing her tight little ass as we kissed, admiring how firm it was. “Yes, Master,” she replies. An impressive showing, gentlemen.” No way! He pressed it up against her hole, and started to push it up into her ass. She never did wear a nightgown at night after that, even on the coldest days of the year. “Will do, sis.” Madison laughed at the ridiculousness of her sister telling her she ought to have a dude cum on her ass. “ Thank you Master. interracial It will give you the background that will make this part a lot more enjoyable. I could not be there physically but I spoke to her as much as possible. It was the first week of the summer holidays and of course it was raining. On her thighs, her face, and in her long black hair.