BDSM Library - Story: Grace's Hard Lessons II, Chapter: Chapter 22

GRACE’S VERY HARD LESSONS

The story so far:

Unable to break free of the web of blackmail that has mired her to the men that now

control her life, Grace was forced to exhibit herself in a public park, and submit

to a molester on a bus. Royston steps up the tension in the office when she meets up

with Dawn, an acquaintance from college days, setting Grace up to humiliate herself

in front of her younger rival.

After office hours, Grace reports for her real work to pay off her debt – by being a

bondage fetish model. Her third bondage photography session proves more extreme than

her first two shoots, with Grace learning how flexible her body could be as Nakamori

ties her up in unimaginable ways, exposing her assets to the harsh camera. Bound

with rope, gagged, shackled, and dildos stuck in her holes, Grace slowly realizes

the mind-fucking to be more insidious than the physical abuse as she is forced to

orgasm in tight bondage, masturbate on a dildo, and made to pee in front of the

camera.

CHAPTER 22 (MF,FF,bondage,humiliation,oral,anal,toy,reluc)

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Dont cha wish your girlfriend was hot like me

Dont cha wish your girlfriend was raw like me

Dont cha

With Natasha’s help, Grace’s hair had been combed back neatly and pinned to the back of her head, while her

makeup had been touched up. More eyeliner and mascara, and lip gloss. A pair of silver dangling earrings

adorned her small earlobes, hanging elegantly by the side of her lovely neck, the tiny crystals reflecting the

photography lights setup around her.

Neck-up, Grace looked like she was ready to attend a formal evening gown event. But neck-down, she looked

every inch a masochist slave, nude and ready for display, punishment or whatever her Master desired - Grace

was kneeling and secured in stocks, with her legs locked wide part with a spreader bar.

Besides a thin chain anklet of blue beads on her delicate ankle, and a shiny silver stud for her pierced navel,

Grace’s nude body was also adorned with a sterling silver nipple chain necklace. The necklace was simple but

elegant in design, with an intricate crystal centerpiece that hung just below her neck hollow, accentuating her

collar bones. Connected to the centerpiece were two fine chains that hung low between her breasts, attached to

her nipples with sliding hoops. The nipple chains did not stop at the hoops, but dangled freely below her nipples

for another three inches, ending with tiny pendants decorated with crystals. A matching belly chain sat low on

her waist.

The non-piercing nipple jewelry was just a start in Nakamori’s plan for Grace. Although she did not have big

breasts or particularly long nipples, the hoops maintained a wonderful tension grasping the base of her nipples

once they got aroused, and he knew that at least for this evening they heightened Grace’s awareness of her own

arousal. Royston had already started making Grace go bra-less when she went to work in the office during the

day. The feeling of her nipples rubbing against the silk or satin blouse would soon be complemented by the

feeling of the nipple chains she would wear - the friction of the hoops sliding on her stiff nipples, and the

sensation of the chains dangling between her breasts. Once she got used to having aroused nipples in the office all

the time, he could move onto nipple clamps or even nipple rings.

It would be interesting to see Grace’s reaction when he told her to attend a few corporate functions with the top

few buttons of her blouse undone, letting others glimpse the decorative jewelry she wore on her breasts, drawing

attention to her bra-less tits, and pierced nipples.

Nakamori looked forward to the day when he would bring Grace to one of those special black-tie events. Grace’s

makeup and hair would not be much different from today, but she would be at his arm, wearing a sexy evening

gown that he would design for her. Under the gown she would be naked of course, and when the time came for

her to be showcased on the catwalk to all the distinguished guests at the event, Grace would be such a lovely

vision with a nipple chain tugging on her pierced nipples, with a sliding connector to a second chain running

down the middle of her chest linking her tall black collar to her belly chain and to her belly-button ring. A third

chain could be clipped on to her belly chain at the navel, drawing the eye down to that special place between her

legs, finally with the other end clipping onto the clit jewelry she would be wearing.

But for now, there were no evening gowns. Instead, Grace was locked in a pillory. Similar to stocks, the pillory

consisted of hinged wooden boards, with holes where Grace’s wrists and neck were inserted before the boards

were secured with a giant padlock. Unlike stocks which held captives in a sitting position, a pillory usually had

its captive standing or kneeling, being fixed to a pole which may double as a whipping post.

Grace shifted uncomfortably in the awkward position she was placed in. Her entire body was already aching

from the various poses she was put in the last hour, but it was her calf muscles which ached the most. If she tried

to exert any strength to support her weight with them, her calf muscles trembled in such a way which she never

experienced before. They were weak and aching like she had just done a hundred calf raises.

After all there was that pose where her upper body was all entwined with rope, and her arms and hands tied

behind her back. The knots in the rope were strategically placed to cinch her breasts, her bodyweight creating a

tension with one end of the rope which was thrown over a study horizontal beam in the ceiling. A crotch rope

kept Grace very uncomfortable - with one end cinched to the central knot right above her chest where her weight

was supported from the ceiling, while the other end was pulled up tightly between her ass-cheeks and looped

around the complex system of knots behind her back which were themselves tightly pulling her elbows towards

each other.

The crotch rope meant that Grace could not stand properly with both her feet flat on the ground, as this would

dig into her pussy lips. She had to stand with her right foot flat on the ground and her weight on that leg, while

supporting her other leg with the ball of her foot or her toes. After several minutes though, her right leg would

start to ache, and she had to change her position and shift her weight to the other leg. The act of shifting her

weight to the other leg was a struggle because the rope pulling on her chest kept her off balance, and she had to

do so on the balls of her feet to avoid the crotch rope digging deeper into her tender parts. Because the knots on

her back were not in the middle but deliberately placed nearer her right elbow, Grace soon realized that standing

on her left leg was not the symmetrical opposite of standing on the other leg – she could not straighten her knee

without unbearably tightening the crotch rope. And so Grace had to change from one awkward position to

another every few minutes, in the process tiring out her leg muscles.

Once she was starting to tire, the rope supporting her weight to the ceiling was made even shorter, and Joe forced

her to stand with her feet wide apart, on the balls of her feet. In that position, Grace had to take a bright pink

dildo into her mouth and grip it tight with her lips, while Joe took several shots with his camera. When Joe got

bored of this pose, Nakamori had Grace raise her left knee high up, to almost chest level, whereupon he looped

another length of rope a few times around her left ankle and left thigh before securing it to the ceiling rope. This

had Grace’s leg bent like an inverted “L” in mid-air, looking like she might have been a ballet dancer frozen in an

awkward position.

There there was the pose where she was tied, arms behind her back, to a wooden post, with her right leg standing

almost tip-toe and ass touching the post, while the other leg was bent back fully and her upper thigh tightly

bound with rope to her ankle. The immobilized left leg was then unceremoniously suspended to the ceiling,

splaying her legs wide apart . In this pose, Joe introduced a number of dildos into her vulnerably exposed pussy

and ass-hole as he stepped back to take a variety of pictures.

There was also the one where she laid face down. Her feet were tied together and suspended to the ceiling, while

her chest and her chin were the only parts of her body touching the floor. Her arms were pulled as far and high as

they could go behind her back, and wrists tied together, and then the rope binding her wrists was brought up and

looped around the rope on her bound ankles and pulled till it was taut. Then the rope suspending her feet up to

the ceiling was pulled up even higher, making Grace’s body arch backwards and upside-down like a crescent. In

this position, Joe could again make use of various dramatic angles that captured both the grimace on Grace’s face

in her body’s contorted pose, and her exposed pussy. One of his favorite shots was taken from his subject’s side

view, where the side profile of her face could be recognized (after he gingerly tucked her messy hair behind her

ear) with her chin pressing on the floor on one end, while on the opposite end a large dildo could be seen

protruding from the gentle turf of pubic hair which sprouted around her cute pussy.

Joe stared now at Grace standing awkwardly with her neck and wrists secured in the wooden boards of the

pillory. With the range of motion of her head restricted by the vertical board, she was only able to look down and

had to raise her head to look to her front with some difficulty. By rotating her head she could see to her sides with

similar difficulty but she had no way of seeing behind her. Joe was standing behind her.

Using his light meter to test if there was enough illumination on Grace’s ass (which wiggled as she tried to shift

her bodyweight to ease the strain in her legs) , Joe felt his erection growing in his pants. He remembered his last

payment from Nakamori for his services. It was payment in kind, where he was allowed to fuck Grace as she was

restrained in a position after her bondage photo shoot. He still remembered how tight her cunt was when he

raped her. How she begged him to stop and squealed when he penetrated her from behind. Joe made up his mind

to negotiate on the terms of his next payment.

Nakamori got up from his seat at this point to visit the men’s room before the next round of photography, leaving

Royston and Joe alone with Grace in the studio.

Joe was fiddling with his camera. Royston seemed a little bored. He walked up to Grace, putting his hand on her

small waist and caressing the curve of her hip before resting it on her bare ass. Just barely two months ago this

young lady was a fellow colleague - proud, confident and untouchable in the office, a rival at work. Now she was

a bondage fetish model under his control. He was her Trainer, the one who would make her learn her new place

in life, to submit without question to being used sexually by men and women alike.

“You know Grace,” Royston began, the corner of his mouth upturned in his usual style when he thought of

something diabolical or cruel to torture his ex-colleague with. His fingernails scraped against her soft flesh of her

hip. “In medieval times, a pillory such as this was set up in marketplaces and crossroads to hold criminals. Yes,

criminals. That includes petty thieves,” he paused for effect, “- like YOU.” His fingernails dug into her ass cheeks,

relishing the fact that he was making Grace cringe.

“Public humiliation was the whole idea in this type of punishment,” he continued, stepping in front of the pillory

to look her in the eye. In a sudden move, Royston gripped her chin forcefully, forcing her to lift her head and

look at him. “Stripped in front of strangers, or even people you knew, perhaps flogged, and then placed in the

pillory. Anyone could touch, rape, or sodomize you without fear of reprisal.” He recalled with a relish how he

had recently made Grace exhibit herself in a public park, take a ride in a public bus pantiless and submit herself

to a molester. This was all part of her training.

He stepped behind her, out of her range of vision. In his hand was a tube of KY jelly which he squeezed and

applied liberally to his middle finger.

“And here you are, little thief. Imagine yourself in such a situation,” he said with a louder voice. His eyes moved

down her petite body straining against her oversized bonds, and he added, ”- helpless, secured and locked to the

stocks. Your neck chained to your ankle restraints. Shamed and displayed in public.” He circled around the

restrained girl, then stepped in close, close enough to smell her hair.

Grace gasped out loud and her eyes flew open in shock as Royston unexpectedly pushed his long, lubricated,

middle finger all the way up into her tight anus, the palm of his big hand coming to rest against the cheeks of her

ass. He moved his long finger around inside the young woman, feeling her tight, anal muscles adjust to the

intrusion.

"Uhhh.. Uhh.. Uhh.. Ugghh!" Grace grunted as the wet, squishing sounds of her tight, virgin ass hole being

repeatedly probed reverberated in the studio. Her knees gave way as Royston quickly fucked his long finger in

and out of her several times in rapid succession.

Grace gasped for air as Royston paused briefly. He watched the young girl's rib cage swell and contract as she

gasped in several ragged breaths. When he felt her tight, little anus contract on his finger, Royston again began to

finger-fuck Grace quickly, his palm slapping against her firm ass cheeks with each stroke. The sexual tension on

her face, her arched back and lithe limbs pulling hard against the restraints as he violated her asshole made him

rock-hard, but he didn’t show it. As her Trainer, he had to remain in control. He longed for the feeling of his cock

sinking into her sweet pussy, but that would come later.

She could feel his breath on her neck as he touched her slit.

“The petty thief Grace, punished in public. How do you feel being stripped and humiliated in front of strangers?”

Royston pushed his finger deep into her spasming little anus and began to rub her little love bud in a quick

circular motion with his thumb, making the young beauty’s legs tremble.

“No answer? Let me answer for you – LOOK you’re SOPPING wet you horny little tramp.” His fingers were

glistening with the evidence from between her legs.

Royston held up his fingers, coated in her shameful juices. “Here, taste it for yourself, you shameless cum-oozing

whore,” as he wiped them liberally onto her tongue and cheeks.

With that, he spitted on her body with surprising viciousness, decorating her chest and face with a splatter of

spittle. Just like how a thief being punished in public in the medieval age might have gotten her just desserts from

decent citizens walking by. Grace’s face flushed crimson, in part from the shocking insult of being spitted on the

first time in her life, and in part from being confronted about the truth about the secretions leaking between her

legs.

Royston took a crystal butt plug from the tray nearby. “Urrgghhh,” Grace’s protest was cut short as Royston

pushed the knurled device into her already lubricated anus. For the benefit of the hidden cameras around, the

index and middle fingers of his other hand squeezed Grace’s little budding clit at the same time, causing the girl

to cry out from the mix of pain and pleasure simultaneously exploding in her loins. Wide-eyed and gasping, she

felt her strong sphincter muscle snap into the recessed groove designed to hold the plug snugly in place

Royston held up his drenched hand, bathed in her sweet and sticky moisture. "You see you dirty little whore!

You‘re nothing but a dripping bitch in heat. I am tempted to tell your Owner that all you’re good for is to be put

on the street like the rest of those cheap cock sucking whores who are always hot on the prowl for the next gang

bang. You’re such a pathetic little cum slut.”

Joe chipped in, “But she IS a cheap cock-sucking whore, Royston. She earned like what - a measly fifty bucks from

three blowjobs just before the previous shoot?!”

Grace felt a pang of humiliation shoot through her chest. She did walk the streets one evening near an area full of

sleazy pubs downtown. She sucked off three strangers – no, it was four, because one left after ejaculating on her

face.

“Grace, what are you?” enquired Joe.

Grace peered through her tousled hair to look at him. She knew the response required of her.

“A – a cheap cock-sucking whore, Sir, “ Grace forced herself to say. As much as she hated what they made her say,

she feared more from what Joe would do if he wasn’t pleased with her response.

“Good answer,” said Joe. Joe adjusted the height of the stocks lower and shortened the length of the chain

connecting Grace’s ankle restraints to her neck, making Grace kneel on the floor. Grace was glad to be kneeling

instead, as she had a chance to rest her sore calves and thighs.

“I like it better when you’re kneeling,” he said, stepping back and cocking his head to look at her. “It’s like you

were born to kneel. Just like your holes were made to be used.”

At any rate, Grace could not respond with Joe strapping in a massive black dildo that filled her mouth and

stretched her lips to the max.

“Grace, you cheap, cock-sucking, cum-drinking cunt-whore,” Royston repeated slowly, shaking his head

somberly as if he was disgusted with her, pausing between each word to make sure it registered in her mind. He

wanted the words to more than register in her mind. He wanted them to sink into her consciousness.

At that point, Nakamori entered the studio again, wiping his hands on a towel. He had missed the whole

conversation except the last sentence that Royston had said. Before he could ask what he had missed, he got

distracted.

“What’s that sound?” said Nakamori. Everybody looked up. There was a melody playing.

“Somebody’s phone is ringing..” said Joe, looking around.

Royston put his hand into Grace’s handbag and pulled out a slim phone. “Our dear grace’s phone is ringing.

Shall I answer it, grace?” he said, glancing at Grace and back at the screen on the phone to see at who the caller is.

Grace shook her head frantically, her eyes wide open. The phone stopped ringing, and she felt relieved. Before

Royston could put back her phone in her bag, the phone rang again. Royston peered at the screen and said, “It’s

Mark. You sure you don’t want to answer it?”

Grace’s heart nearly stopped. Mark was her boyfriend. She shook her head again and tried to say something but it

came out muffled “MMmffphh..” she said, shaking her head.

“What’s that? You don’t want to answer because you’re a cheap cock-sucking cum whore with a fake black cock

in your mouth ? OH sorry, you’re gagged up at the moment,” said Royston, “why don’t I answer it for you?”

Royston grinned, his eyes gleaming in fake enthusiasm.

“MMMMmmmfffpphhhh,” Grace uttered frantically, the veins in her neck standing out with the effort. She knew

that the corner of her lips was frothing around the black dildo stuck in her mouth.

Nakamori and Joe were watching on with amusement. Nakamori had sat back down on the sofa, while Joe put

down his camera, folding his arms.

“Oh it’s no bother at all,” said Royston, pressing the ‘answer’ button on her phone. “This is Grace’s phone, how

may I help you ?” he greeted.

Grace froze, staring helplessly at Royston as he spoke into her phone. Her drool dripped from the end of black

dildo sticking out of her mouth.

Royston replied, “Oh yes,” his eyes looking at the bound and gagged Grace. “Sure, I’ll get her,” he continued.

With that he walked over to Grace with the small phone in his hand. With his other hand, he unbuckled the strap

behind Grace’s head, releasing the large black dildo locked in her mouth. Unhurriedly, he withdrew the ridged

dildo from her lips, causing copious amounts of her saliva to also follow suit, dribbling from its latex surface to

her bosom.

He placed the phone against Grace’s ear, and nodded at her.

Grace stared at Royston as if he was crazy. She did not know how to react. He beckoned her again with a tilt of

his chin.

“Hello Mark?” said Grace tentatively.

“Hi luv,” said the warm, familiar voice. Indeed it was her boyfriend, Mark. The voice sounded distant. He was

calling from overseas.

“How have you been doing? Really missing ya here you know…” Mark said.

“I – Yes I’m missing you too. I’m fine,” said Grace, feeling conscious that Royston was near enough to listen to

their conversation.

“Why are you panting?” said Mark.

“Oh, “ said Grace. She was breathing heavily, from the effort of being gagged earlier and trying to speak. The

excitement of the moment made it worse. “I – I just came off the treadmill..” she lied.

“You’re at the gym?” said Mark.

“Yes,” replied Grace.

“And who was that guy who answered your phone?” Mark said.

“Oh, that’s Royston. You know, Royston from the office.”

“You went to the gym with Royston?”

“Er-Yes.”

Royston smiled. He was loving it. Grace was lying, and making him an alibi. With the black dildo in his left hand,

coated with Grace’s own saliva, he parted her cunt lips with the head of the dildo even as she talked to her

boyfriend. Royston rubbed the menacing looking dildo against the entrance of her pussy, enjoying the fact that

Grace could not make a peep.

“Okay..” said Mark, his voice trailing off a little, “I thought you didn’t like him that much,” he said with a softer

voice.

“No – Yes I didn’t, but he’s okay really..,”said Grace, glancing at Royston’s face, wondering how much of Mark’s

voice he could hear. She felt the dildo’s pressure at the entrance of her pussy pushing harder, and tried to

disguise the rising tension in her voice. “He’s okay, after you get to know him better, UHH.” she said. The sound

she made at the end of her sentence was when she felt the mushroom shaped head of the dildo slip past her cunt

lips into the depths of her pussy. Luckily Mark did not seem to pick up on it.

Royston smiled wryly. Grace has gotten to know him alright. She had her lips locked around his cock on more

than one occasion. She had tasted his cum. Used it as cream to make her coffee. Listening to Grace talking about

the gym, Royston immediately envisioned Grace turning up in the gym dressed in a sexy leotard with the inside

lining removed so the outline of her nipples and privates could been seen. Perhaps having her give a few

blowjobs in the men’s locker room would be a good idea.

“How’s work?” said Grace, stifling any sounds she might be inclined to make accidentally as Royston pushed the

dildo further into her pussy as she spoke. Royston smiled again, she was a smart girl. She kept her part of the

dialogue short to avoid any surprises with what he was doing with the dildo. Let the guy do the talking.

“Work’s back on track now. I really owe you one. Listen, there’s a chance I might be back next month,” said Mark.

“Really?” said Grace, fidgeting nervously.

“What’s wrong?” said Mark, “I thought you’ll be happy.”

“Yes, of course I am Mark, “ said Grace, stifling a semi-moan. She barely stopped herself from crying out as she

felt the dildo moving in her pussy - courtesy of Royston’s hand. “I’m excited, to hear the news,” she blurted.

Slowly, Royston withdrew the black dildo, making her feel every ridge and bump on it as she continued talking

as if nothing was happening.

“S-Sorry, I’m just exhausted – from work today.. and the gym.. I’ll call you when I get home?” Grace managed to

say. She felt intense shame that not only was she lying to her boyfriend through her teeth, she was talking to him

in a kneeling position, hands bound behind her back, with a butt plug in her ass, and a dildo that was just

removed seconds ago from her pussy. Nude in front of three men, no less, who were all enjoying this amusing

spectacle of her humiliation. What would her boyfriend think if he could see her now?

“Alright luv. I’ll talk to you later. Bye..” said Mark.

“Bye..” said Grace. The line went dead.

“See, it wasn’t that bad was it?” said Royston, putting the phone back in her bag. “I’m not such a bad guy,” he

said in jest, opening his arms emphatically with both his palms facing up, and turning to face Nakamori and Joe.

“I let you take personal phone calls from your BOYFRIEND even though we’re working!”

Joe guffawed, slapping his thigh. Nakamori had a broad grin on his face as he leaned back in a relaxed position

on the sofa, with one leg crossed, his hand on one knee with a cigar trapped between his index and middle finger.

Grace swallowed the lump in her throat, wondering what else they might do with Mark. Please.. she pleaded, to

no one in particular. She could let Mark know !

“Alright, enough fun and laughter,” said Nakamori, getting up from the sofa after he finished his cigar.

The studio’s receptionist, Natasha, had just returned. In her hand was a new sex toy, a strap-on double-headed

dildo. The sex toy was usually a favorite with lesbians who would use it to penetrate and pleasure both parties

simultaneously.

Nakamori eased one end of it into Grace’s mouth, inch by inch until almost reaching the back of her throat. He

secured it around her head with the strap, leaving the other eight inches sticking out of her mouth. The dildo oral

training had come in useful after all, for Grace did not choke with the dildo jammed as far down her throat as it

was.

Joe snapped a few more pictures of Grace kneeling with a spreader bar between her ankles, wrists cuffed behind

her back, and a double headed dildo jammed in her mouth and throat. He took special care to have various shots

that zoomed into her face, her wide-spread thighs culminating in her light tuft of pubic hair, and her pink pointy

nipples on her apple-sized tits.

When Grace looked up again, she saw that Nakamori had a piece of black cloth in his hand. He was going to

blindfold her ! Behind him, Nat had taken off all of her work clothes. Below her casual turtle-neck and jacket -

very respectable office wear befitting a receptionist - she was wearing a black leather cupless top which

resembled a corset. From a ring sewn in the center of the leather top just below her breasts, a thin metal chain

connected to an identical ring on the front of a black leather collar around her neck. For panties, Nat had a

matching black leather bikini with metal studs and an open-crotch.

The last thing Grace saw before the blindfold was put on her, was Nat taking off her panties.

With her eyes covered, Grace’s ears strained to listen. The dildo in her mouth caused her jaw to ache and was

making her salivate involuntarily. All around her was silence, save for her heart pounding in her ears. Grace

noticed that her breathing had quickened, and tried to calm herself down. To little avail. Because she could not

see anything, she started to imagine the worst. What were they doing?

There was a flash of light which suggested Joe was still snapping pictures of her.

Then there was some noise behind her. Someone was putting something between her legs. The spreader bar

stopped her from closing her thighs, but she could feel something touching her inner thighs. A pair of soft hands

grasped the outside of both her thighs. Judging by the size of the hands it could only be Nat.

And judging by the position of her hands - Grace felt something warm and wet touching her slit, and confirmed

her suspicion – Nat was lying down with her head between Grace’s thighs. It was Nat’s tongue on her slit, gently

sliding up and down, flicking in and out of her cunt, up and gently across her clit. Grace squirmed, and protested

feebly, but there was nothing she could do. Muffled by the five inches of dildo crammed in her mouth and

halfway down her throat, her protests came out as mewling sounds that had no meaning, causing only her

accumulated saliva to dribble out from her lips.

A few full minutes of licking ensued, and then abruptly it stopped. She guessed Nat had to come up for air.

Grace felt flustered. She was not a lesbian, but Nat was clearly interested in females. Grace had never had a

lesbian thought; the closest thing was a pre-adolescent crush on a girl friend in school. Yet she recalled that

during her first bikini shoot where Nakamori had forcibly restrained her, lashed her with a cane, humiliated her

by making her crawl around the room where he led her on a leash, and forced her to masturbate in front of them,

Grace had finally orgasmed unwillingly on the pretty receptionist’s tongue.

The licking started again, followed by a slight nibbling of her clit. Grace gasped for air, as her clit continued to be

attacked between intermittent breaks for air.

Grace had suppressed her memory of her orgasm at Nat’s mouth. That was the first time she had a lesbian

experience, and it felt so terribly wrong. The fact that she climaxed made her feel even guiltier. She tried to forget

it ever happened.

But that failed miserably, because Grace orgasmed a second time when Nat had fucked her with a strap-on dildo

after her recent bondage photography shoot. She convinced herself that it had nothing to do with Nat’s soft

caressing touches, and the kisses Nat would plant on her neck when Nat took her from behind. Nat was way

gentler than the men had ever been – she had nothing but regret and hatred for the cruel Royston, and her own

boss Mr Shih who brutally raped her in his office. Grace recalled that even as Nat fucked her, Nat’s slender

fingers had rubbed her clit in such a familiar way that only another girl would know.

Grace was brought back to reality by the terrible ache in her jaw as someone tightened the strap around the back

of her head. Her lips had been stretched around more than a dozen different dildos in the last hour, and her

mouth gagged repeatedly. She was still in total darkness due to the blindfold around her eyes, and her breathing

was ragged.

Grace felt a strong hand begin to gently stroke and knead her right tit, then another on her left. Then a pair

of lips locked onto her right tit, and another on her left tit, sucking noisily on her hardening nipple. Grace

exhaled a long shuddering breath. Who was it?! Nakamori and Joe? Were there more than two male tormentors -

who else was there? Did Royston return??

The licking of her slit continued, peppered with occasional tonguing and nibbling of her clit. The hands stroking

her tits moved to her ribs, tracing a line from her belly-button down to her pubic mound, then restarting from her

ass cheeks sliding to her inner thighs and the back of her knees. The male mouth on her nipple sucked her teat in

all the way, while the warm tongue flickered against it, causing it to harden even more. Then the mouth released

her erect nipple – only to be replaced by a slow lingering tongue that traced a hot circle around her areola, before

it clamped shut again on her nipple on her other tit.

Grace felt the beginnings of a climax began to swell within her, as the combination of tit sucking, licking, tickling,

and pussy-eating proved overwhelming.

She struggled, unable to anticipate where the dancing fingers and tongues would go next. Grace felt Nat’s nose

fully nestled in her cunt, and her warm, wet tongue burrowing up deep into Grace’s equally wet slit. Nat was

tongue-fucking her ! Meanwhile, someone had mashed her tits together, sucking on her erect nipples alternately,

while another hand was exploring her ass valley and had a finger flicking her anus continuously.

Her mind wandered to a sub-conscious warning which she recollected from the depths of a memory she’d rather

forget.

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"What are the rules for cumming, Grace?" he said sternly.

"I- I can't cum unless I've been given permission Sir.." she struggled to say, trying to keep George's

runny semen in her mouth.

"And?"

"And, I can't ask for permission unless I've got man-cum in my mouth," she said, eyes downcast in shame.

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Grace felt herself on the verge of a powerful orgasm. She had to get permission to cum ! Or she will be punished

for it again ! But how could she if she was gagged? Grace tried to alert her tormentors’ attention, and get them to

stop by screaming into her gag. But all that came out was muffled cries that sounded like throes of passion.

“MMMMMMFFFFFFFPPPHHhhh,” she screamed from her lungs, turning her head from side to side. She wanted

them to stop, to remove her dildo-gag so that she might ask for permission to cum, and so condemn herself to

being a slut who could not help herself. She was a shameless slut. But she needed to cum. She was going to cum,

and it was better to cum with permission than without.

Amidst the licking, sucking and eating of her tits, pussy and asshole which pushed Grace to the very edge, she

was very surprised to suddenly feel a squirt of something wet and tangy in her mouth. It came from the dildo.

Her eyes rolled back within the blindfold, and later she would recall the thought in her head at the exact moment

where she had climaxed. The thought that accompanied the sensation of Nat’s tongue thrashing in her spasming

cunt hole, was she wondered how she tasted to Nat.

“NNNNnngggghhhh! NNNNGGGHHHH! NNNNGNGNNGGHHHH!" Grace made short, degrading,grunting noises as the climax

spread through her body in intense waves of sheer bliss. The drool dribbled out from between the corner of the

mouth and the dildo where her lips were stretched wide around, while her body shuddered in the restraints.

That was when she became aware that the taste in her mouth was semen. Man-cum, from an unknown source.

Somehow it had come from the dildo in her mouth. The humiliation of knowing she had climaxed upon the taste

of sperm from an unknown donor, a stranger, crashed into her sense of self-worth, breaking it into a million

pieces. But that did not stop the contractions in her pussy.

Grace’s tormentors ignored her climax and kept up their onslaught with their tongues and fingers, working in

concert to bring her to a second orgasm. One end of the double-ended dildo was firmly entrenched in Grace’s

mouth but the other end pointing out from her mouth could be detached, transforming the sex-toy into a

squirting dildo with a detachable reservoir. Earlier, a rubber bulb had been connected to the base of the squirting

dildo without Grace’s knowledge, as she was being distracted by the simultaneous stimulation of all her

erogenous zones. Another squeeze of the rubber bulb injected the contents of the bulb through a tiny tunnel in the

shaft of the dildo and out through the tip of the dildo head, depositing more semen into her mouth.

The strong pungent taste and stickiness of the semen in Grace’s mouth, combined with the intense stimulation on

her pussy, asshole and nipples succeeded in making Grace cum a second time only moments after her first. It was

as if her body took the semen splashing in her mouth as implied permission to cum. Grace’s back arched as she

let go a muffled wail in her gag. Her body tensed and quivered for a good ten seconds, before quietening down.

Grace went limp after coming down from her prolonged orgasm, exhausted.

Natasha licked her lips, enjoying the sweet taste of Grace fresh in her mouth. There was nothing more she loved

than the moment of feeling another female cum while her mouth was locked on her spasming pussy in the throes

of a huge orgasm.

Getting out from in between and under Grace’s legs, Nat stood up, and looked upon her blindfolded lover.

Grace’s wrists were still handcuffed behind her and the detachable rubber balloon that was the sperm reservoir

hung limply on the base of the dildo that protruded out from Grace’s mouth.

After licking Grace to orgasm, Nat could feel that the insides of her own pussy were now slick. Her empty cunt

was pulsing with desire, reminding her that she was nothing but a slutty little whore that needed a nice big cock

in her snatch. She would get some later. For now, she only wished to make her sister in bondage, Grace, recognize

that Grace herself was the same – a slutty little whore who only existed to have her holes filled by cocks.

Carefully, Nat detached the rubber bulb from the end of the dildo protruding from Grace’s mouth and attached

in its place the second dildo head, making the dildo once again double-headed.

The receptionist looked at Nakamori. The Japanese man who was her Master gave her a nod, indicating his

approval for her to pleasure herself.

Natasha cupped her breasts and lifted them, as if offering them to the men around her as she squeezed her

nipples between her fingers. She closed her eyes and moaned as her nipples stiffened, and a little stream of pussy

juice oozed out of her cunt and trickled down her thighs. She hadn't been fucked for two days, and her vagina

was creaming between her legs as she sat down on a raised platform in front of Grace. With her feet planted flat

on the floor and body facing up, Natasha raised her bum to the same level as Grace’s blindfolded face with the

help of a few pillows. Natasha spread apart her thighs, knees pointing away from either side of her unseeing

lover’s head.

The dildo head that protruded from Grace’s mouth was beckoning to Nat. The young receptionist slid her bum

forward till her shaved pussy made contact with the dildo head, causing her to immediately gasp in pleasure.

Not knowing what was happening, Grace only felt the pressure on the dildo in her mouth pushing deeper into

her throat. The strap around the back of her head did hold it in place, but she was starting to panic, until she

heard Nat’s reassuring voice. “Don’t be afraid Grace, it’s me. Just use your gums to hold the dildo tight.”

Grace could sense Nat was near her, and suddenly realized what was supposed to happen. Nat had given her an

orgasm, and now it was time for her to return the favor.

Nat slowly inched forward her bum on the raised platform, guiding the head of the dildo into her twat. She

closed her eyes as the shaft entered her inch by inch till the inside of her thighs were almost touching Grace’s ears.

Finally, seven inches of the dildo were inside her pussy, while another six were in Grace’s mouth. “Dear sis, fuck

me with your mouth,” she said softly, reaching between her legs and placing her hands on the sides of Grace’s

head.

Joe took several pictures as a blindfolded Grace fucked Nat’s pussy with the dildo in her mouth. “Yes, fuck me

grace. Fuck Natasha’s snatch. Fuck me with your cock,” moaned the receptionist unabashedly as Grace moved

her head back and forth. “Oh yes,” Nat moaned in pleasure. She whispered to Grace, “please make me cum sis,

otherwise Master will punish me later.” Her snatch was leaking juices as the shaft burrowed in and out under

Grace’s control.

With the sex-toy in her mouth strapped securely around her head, it was not that difficult for Grace to master the

movement, once she had gotten over the initial fear that the section of the dildo deep in her mouth might make

her choke. Grace felt ambivalent that she was fucking Nat with a dildo – did that meant she was engaging

voluntarily in a lesbian act? But she did not want Nat to be punished because of her.

“Ooh…” she heard Nat gush. Grace could feel the shaft of the dildo in her mouth shudder, and she knew the

tremors came from Nat who had the other end buried in her snatch.

Grace heard Nakamori’s voice next.

“Was that an orgasm, little one? That quick eh? You must be horny,” said Nakamori. “Do you want to feel the

slut’s tongue in you, Nat?”

“Yes Master,” replied Natasha eagerly. Grace could almost imagine Nat blushing.

Grace could feel her wrists being uncuffed, and she was put in a lying position on her back, and her wrists locked

again to a post above her head. Although the double dildo was removed from her mouth, the blindfold stayed on,

so Grace could not see anything.

The only thing she heard was Nakamori instructing Natasha, “Open your mouth Nat. This goes straight from the

slut’s mouth into yours.” Natasha made some sort of muffled response, a clue that the dildo from Grace’s mouth

had quickly been strapped into hers.

Grace sensed a shadow, indicating someone was standing over her. A pillow or cushion was inserted below her

head, propping it up. Her ears brushed against someone. Grace realized her head, facing up, was now between

Nat’s knees. Evidently Nat had been made to straddle her head. Grace could hear her noisy breathing through

her gag, and smell the scent of arousal from a freshly-fucked pussy so close to her face.

“Lick on slut,” instructed Nakamori, his voice inches away from Grace’s ears.

Grace hesitantly moved her head forward, planting her lips on the soft labia lips spread in front of her. Unsure of

herself, Grace flicked her tongue up and down the slit once, and at once felt a response from its obviously

aroused owner. She wondered why she did not feel the studs that Nat had on her pierced pussy lips.