Lonna

LONNA

Part Two

Chapter One

       Briskly led into the bowels of the mansion, half walking, half jogging as the assistant’s hands grip either forearm, her feet seem to barely touch the floor, the flight of stairs as she’s barely able to gather her thoughts, dare to even imagine what’s in store for her as the black cloth ominously covers her eyes.  The echoing sounds of the attendant’s hard soled shoes covering the pattering of her bare feet along with her occasional grunts through the hallway, the short trip to the second floor comes to an end as she’s pushed through the doorway into a noticeably warmer room.

       Twisted, turned, her head jerked back by her tangled hair as she’s forced to tiptoe, she feels a breast manipulated, squeezed, tugged, the biting sensation of rope looping around, sinking into the tender flesh of her right mound.  Each tightening twist more painful, again only able to grunt through her drooling saliva as everything seems to be taking place at a hectic pace, she senses the gruff hands working her left breast, it obviously being hastily bound in the same harsh manner as she’s held stationary from behind.  Several loops burrowing into that aching breast, forced to tiptoe, swaying to the creaking sounds of an above head pulley, she feels her arms released.

Forced to balance on the balls of her feet, for the first time since entering the foyer she finds herself standing alone, being held by ropes instead of hands.  A momentary quietness becomes the sound of mounting footsteps and murmurs, of what sounds like the room filling with people.  Her chest pounding both from the pain of the ropes tension and the apprehension of her predicament, her nude body still damp from the exposure, she can feel the drool dripping across, clinging to her bound globes as she senses someone close to her side.

       “That didn’t take long, now did it?... Let’s see.”

       Hearing the elder’s now familiar voice, feeling him slipping his hands across her bare chest, checking, flicking the taut ropes rising from her swollen breasts, she barely grunts, whimpers from the already gripping pain as the tightening ropes pinch; dig into her bound flesh as he gives a jerk, a couple flicks, steps back.

       “Yes, these will do just fine, time to begin… It appears everyone’s present.”

       The same voice, obviously turning away from her, she also hears another whimper, a woman’s whimper just in front of her.  The rest of the room quieting, a hand behind her head unwrapping the dark scarf, as it drops from her eyes she’s startled by the sight from between the stretching ropes of a young Oriental woman just a foot or so in front of her, also bound and gagged in the same manner, her naked body glistening, her huge swollen breasts also hoisted upwards by a pair of ropes rising to a pulley attached to a rafter between them.

       Her dark scarf also being slipped away, the attendant behind her stepping back as she continuously twists on her tiptoes, Lonna feels the ropes tensing, tugging through the pulley, forcing her higher onto the balls of her feet as she can’t help staring at the girl’s natural, yet exotic beauty.  The ropes creaking, anxiously glancing up toward the swaying pulley, following the ropes looping through, she realizes their breasts are bound together with the opposite ends of the same ropes.  Grunting, eyes at first fixed on her own bulging breasts, quickly glancing around; she realizes they’re being displayed to at least a dozen patrons, some sitting, some standing in the mixed crowd, all intently watching.

The elder off to her side, seeing him again stepping forward, she quickly glances downward even as she’s almost swaying on her toes,  Grunting groaning as the weight of the other woman drags at her uplifted breasts, she feels a rope being attached to her wrists from behind, followed by an attendant affixing another rope to the Oriental’s wrists.  Her naked body just inches from the Oriental’s as the ropes are teasingly tugged, their ballooning bare breasts barely touch at times, even in her bondage the sensation of her swelling nipples pressing against the other woman’s sending rippling chills through her chest.

       “Well Lonna,” he speaks in his same forceful tone while giving a nod to the attendant behind the Oriental, another nod to the attendant behind her, “Told you it’d be an uplifting experience.”

Feeling her wrists dragged downward and back, her breasts twisting as she’s forced to slowly semi-kneel, both swollen globes tautly bulge upwards as the ropes squeak through the pulley above her.  The pain burns through her discoloring breasts as the dark haired girl slips awkwardly forward, her sleek olive toned body rising, lifting upwards as their naked body’s press together.  Seeing the saliva drooling from the girl’s bright red ‘O’ ring, her dark brown oval eyes glaring pleadingly upward toward the ceiling, Lonna agonizingly watches the girl’s body beginning to twist as it stretches, nearly lifts from the floor.

       “Oomph!... Aaaggghhh!... Oomph!... Aaaggghhh!”  Their groans, moans intermingling with the creaking of the ropes, the pain ripples through Lonna’s chest as the full weight of the Oriental tugs at her firmly bound breasts.  Glancing up at the girl’s anguished face; her own face just inches from the dark, bulging breasts ballooning out in front of her, Lonna feels the rope being manipulated, the girl just as suddenly being lowered.  Again the ropes creaking, still taut on her own aching breasts, the relief’s only momentary at best as she watches the attendant behind the Oriental kneeling down, beginning to tug back on her rope, arching the girl’s naked body backwards.

       Beginning to tiptoe herself, breasts stretching up in front of her own face, Lonna finds herself forced to lean forward toward the other girl, their bulging breasts passing, bumping together, the sets of swollen nipples flicking, sliding across one another’s as their naked body’s are manipulated, Lonna’s bring lifted upwards as the Oriental’s forced to begin to kneel.  The continuous motion of being hoisted, the painful reality that her toes are almost loosing contact with the floor as she claws the floor, Lonna feels herself being practically suspended into mid air by nothing but her throbbing breasts as she aguishly glances down between the taut ropes into the tearing dark oval eyes of the girl’s flushed face.

       Again after a few painful seconds the ropes are adjusted behind them as Lonna finds herself being slowly lowered.  Again their globular mounds bumping, pressing firmly together, the pairs of  protruding nipples rub, grind as they cross paths while the ropes are being slowly manipulated by the attendants until both girls are finally allowed to stand facing one another flatfooted.  Taking a couple deep breaths, feeling the warm cushioning effect of the girl’s spread areolas flattened against her own as their breasts press together, Lonna glances downward between her bulging melons, realizes the sensation’s almost stimulating as well as humiliating.

       “Now,” the elder scoffs as he steps beside the naked pair, their bowed silhouettes almost caricatures with their bulging breasts stretching upwards between them in the taut ropes, their areolas pressed flat together.  Flicking a rope back and forth from each girl’s breast, he glances around the enthusiastic group, back toward the pair of roped women as he smirks, “How’s our little game so far?  How’s it feel to have another girl’s swollen titties pressed, bumped against yours?... I bet it actually feels pretty good, doesn’t it?”

The girl’s saliva dripping, mingling across their chests, the humiliation obvious on both their faces, a nod by him and the ropes creak again.  Once more the Oriental tilts forward, her breasts flattening even fuller across Lonna’s before she again tiptoes, again becomes hoisted almost into the air as her breasts drag past, flicks upwards across Lonna’s face.

“Mumph!… Oomph!... Aaaggghhh!”  Their grunts louder, their breasts even fuller, darker, tauter, the twisting Oriental’s held suspended for at least a full minute, even more as the ropes creak between their stretching globes.  Toes twitching across the floor, her flattening stomach rippling; again she gazes up toward the swaying pulley as saliva drips from her gag.

Another nod by the elder, the ropes directions reversed, Lonna again finds herself forced to gradually stand upright from her kneeling position, her nipples embarrassingly tingling as her breasts stretch upwards in the embedding ropes.  The taut, nearly translucent areolas appear the size of silver dollars as they press beneath the Oriental’s bulging globes ascending across them as Lonna’s eyes are fixed on her own discolored breasts being flattened downward across their tight bindings until they flip, spring up past the rock hard breasts lowering against the front of her.  Straightening, tiptoeing, again frantically scraping for the floor she finds herself again swaying, practically twisting in midair.

Barely whimpering through the gnawed ‘O’ ring as her head tilts back, her glazing eyes on the swaying pulley above her, it’s another minute, maybe even another while her naked body twitches as she prances.  Her breasts feeling as if they’re bursting, the ropes finally begin to creak, to slowly reverse, the floor rising to her toes, her feet finally flat on the wood surface as again the foursome of globular mounds flatten back together with the naked pair standing facing one another yet again.

Another nod by the elder, an attendant steps forward from behind the Oriental and spins her around.   Gripping the ropes binding Lonna’s breasts the other attendant begins untying, unwrapping her swollen globes.  Whimpering, the pulsing pain of the embedding strands loosening, slipping off from around her discolored breasts as her saliva continues to drool down between the purplish mounds, she finds herself being twisted, forced toward the door as the creaking sound of the pulley again echoes through the crowd.  Glancing back as she’s stumbling through the doorway, she see’s the young attractive Oriental again being hoisted up off the floor by her discolored breasts.

“Now that I believe we have your complete attention, and you’ve been given just a taste of what we can have in store for you, we’ll move forward to the next step down the hall,” the elder smirks as he also hesitates, watches the girl’s naked body twisting and turning in mid air while the remaining attendant steps beside her with a lengthy bull whip drawn back in his clenched fist.  “Follow me.”    

Chapter Two

       Led well down the hallway, hearing the fading but crisp sounds of leather beginning to strike bare flesh, the girl’s horrific squeals quickly following, Lonna can picture the curling black leather snapping across, curling around the girl’s naked body.  Finally shoved into another doorway, she passes through a similar amount of patrons finding seats positioned between a pair of podiums in the parlor size area.   Struck by the sight of another pulley and swaying ropes above one podium, she notices the other contains a simple, white sheeted bed.

       “Now for your choice Lonna,” he orders as he nods toward the attendant, has him begin unbinding her arms.  “We’ll going to release these bindings, collar and all, for the time being,” he adds as she feels the stinging sensations spreading from the numbness in her arms, her shoulders as the ropes are abruptly removed by the attendant.

       Glancing toward the podiums, stepping between the swaying pulley and the bed, he grips a dangling rope, glances back toward her as he instructs, “We’ll going to give you a few minutes to recoup your feelings while the guests get to admire your body that you’re going to be so kind as to offer to us if you don’t want to put this pulley to use.  You have your choice of either podium… You’ll be spending your time on one or the other for awhile.”

       The ‘O’ ring the last thing to be removed, instinctively crossing her aching arms across her still hardened nipples, she glances toward the swaying ropes, back toward the bed as the attendants step back.

       “Okay, up on the podium, now,” he orders as he reaches out, guides her hands down toward her sides.  “And that’s reason for punishment too… You know that, don’t you?... That’s your second warning, the next will be a dozen lashes with a crop across those breasts!... Now get up there and assume your proper stance for everyone… And maintain it!”  Nodding toward the foot of the bed, again turning her by an arm, he gives a slight nudge, guiding her up the couple steps.  “Get with it!... Kneel on the bed and face the members or I’ll have you stand under the pulley on the other podium and put it to use.”

       Obediently climbing the stairs, turning, kneeling, twisting on the firm surface of the mattress, she glances downward toward the foot of the bed as she presses her hands across her thighs, palms outward.  Bowing her shoulders, arching her back, she forces her globular mounds to thrust outward, gently swaying toward her armpits.  Glancing toward the still barely visible outlines of the rope’s impressions across her bare titflesh, catching the sight of the other ropes dangling down above the podium across from her, she feels the anxiety of her churning stomach, the continuous thump of her heartbeat in her chest as her knees spread further apart humiliatingly revealing her widening slit to the group.

       Kneeling, shivering, trying to maintain her strict pose, the room remains quiet, her naked body shimmering, the last traces of moisture dripping from her bare flesh onto the bedding.  Still focusing her attention on the edge of the foot of the bed, catching the expressions of the mixed group centered around the outer edge of the podium, she can hear the murmurs, the quiet indiscernible discussions of the onlookers.

       “Why aren’t your lips parted?”

       Hearing his firm voice breaking the silence, slightly jerking, she parts her lips, forming a partial circle with her puckering mouth.  Blinking, slightly moaning as she realizes she forgot one of the basic rules, she also realizes that’s her third indiscretion.

       “Okay, I warned you,” he scolds as he steps in front of the podium, in front of her revealing a short, flexible black riding crop in his right fist.  “That’s a dozen in due time, but first, let’s give our guests a little entertainment,” he adds, glancing around the room, back toward her.  “Give us a little dance, work those breasts… Maybe even finger that vagina like you mean it while you keep beat to the music and I may forgive the lashings, even the pulley.  Then again, I’ll just add another dozen lashes between those legs when you’re suspended by those tits completely off the floor if you don’t perform to expectations… That’s if you’re not seductive enough for your audience.”

       Apprehensively watching as he steps aside, the crop flicking ominously back and forth in his hand, hearing the soft sound of music rising in the background, she hesitates, slowly, nervously slips the backs of her hands upwards across her still damp thighs, past her hollowing stomach toward her chest as she turns her palms inward.  The thoughts race though her head of the fantasies back at home, the playing out of being embarrassed, of being used in front of strangers; it all seemed so erotic then, now with the threats it’s becoming a harsh reality, and out of her control.

Humiliated, yet if possible, somehow excited, trying to think of how to somehow display herself to the group, glancing down, surreally watching her own hands cupping together beneath her outthrust globes as she tries to pick up the beat of the soft, slow music, she spreads her fingers wider, melds the tips of her fingernails into her soft mounds.  Trying to downplay the looks of the group, concentrating on avoiding being whipped, to be hung by the swaying ropes, she lets her thumbnails press into her puckering nipples, twisting, manipulating the tan surfaces of her spread areolas, her breathing becoming noticeably stronger.

       The music continuing, slightly rising a decimal or two in volume, she hears the overriding snaps of the crop in his palm, the ominous threat of its use obvious.  Beginning to rotate her hips, she arches her shoulders, her chin sliding across her sternum, between her uplifted, bulging mounds as she attempts to begin a rhythm to the music, to massage her firm globes for the member’s pleasure as a couple or so of the group step closer.

       “Lick a tit,” a man’s voice from the side.  “Squeeze ‘em,” a woman’s from in front.  “Push ‘em out further,” another woman’s voice from around the podium as the music raises again, the beat maintaining its soothing pace.

Caressing her breasts, gently rocking from side to side, she feels her soft flesh pressed against her cheek.  Spreading her lips, twisting her head, flicking the tip of her moist tongue outward, letting it brush across the again hardening nub of her swelling nipple, she squints, momentarily closes her eyes as she listens to the snap of the crop, the background music.

“Lean on back… Spread those legs further apart… A lot further.”  Again his voice, louder, sterner as she also hears the sound of his footsteps across the podium, the sensation of the crop’s leather gliding across her bare shoulder.  “Now close your eyes tight… And keep those breasts pushed up… Clench your fists behind your neck and bare those nipples for the crop…Now… Right now!... Do it or I’ll whip your vagina instead!”

Order overriding order, trying to comprehend, to obey, she bows further backwards.  Heart pounding, she releases her breasts, slips her hands behind her head, frantically arches across the mattress until falling back into a semi arch.  Feet curled beneath her thighs, legs spreading outwards, breasts swaying, jaunting upwards, she feels hands, fingers clawing at her bare flesh, fingers slipping into, prodding her widening slit, squeezing both breasts, flicking the nipples.

“Head back!… Mouth open!… Wide open!... Wider!”  Again his stoic voice above the raising tempo of the music, the sensation of the mattress above her head bouncing, she feels hands slipping the dark bandana back across her eyes, tying it behind her neck.  Fingers pressing between her lips, spreading, forcing her mouth to painfully stretch, she grunts for breath.

‘Thwack!’

“Aggggrr…….. Glug!…. Mmmuuummphhh!”  The crisp, instantaneous pain across her left breast, the nipple flattening, the sensation of a hot, thick shaft ramming across her tongue, forcing itself deep into her throat, the salty taste, the simultaneous sensation of her vagina stretched, fingers digging into the moist slit, her body reflexively jerks, twists on the mattress as she feels her contorting body dragged downwards by her spread legs.

‘Thwack!’

“Humph!”  The searing pain pulses through her right breast, the tip of her nipple while the cock rams in ever deeper, past her tonsils as she gags, grunts for air.  The music raises another decibel, the pace quickening as her naked body rocks on the bed, more hands gripping at her breasts, twisting, melding.  Even more hands gripping her thighs, spreading, tugging at them in opposite directions, she can only grunt, accept the abuse.

‘Thwack!... Thwack!... Thwack!... Thwack!’   Back and forth, the feel of the leather alternating rips across her flailing globes, flattens, contorts the tit flesh while her stretched lips grip the pulsing shaft jamming back and forth inside her gasping throat.  The lack of breath burning at her lungs, the swaying scrotum slapping, flattening across her flailing nostrils, she gasps for breath as she interlocks her fingers behind her neck.  Legs spread wider, she feels her gapping vagina being penetrated with another, even larger shaft plunging inward, dragging across her stretching clit, engulfing her in a single, harsh thrust.

“Aaaaaggggghhhh!... Aaaaaaagggggghhhhhhh!!”

Wrists grabbed firmer, ankles grabbed firmer, her hands and feet spread harshly apart, the duel penetration corresponding, continuing in rhythm while her naked body bounces, arches across the creaking mattress, her welted bare breasts spreading, swaying above her bowing torso.  Seconds passing into minutes, allowed an occasional breath in between, the cock finally slides outward from her mouth, just the swollen crown remaining between her parted lips.  The rhythm of the penetration between her spread thighs also slowing as she gasps for air, the strokes becoming longer but gentler thrusts in and out, in and out, she feels the grips on her wrists and ankles loosening, released, then gripped by the strong hands of the men mounting her.

Finally able to momentarily breathe, still trembling, arching, hazily glancing upward in the blackness of the cloth mask, she’s unable to see the swollen cock pulsing between her lips, the purplish veins exposed beneath the glistening, stretching foreskin.  Feeling the sensation of the other cock burrowing inside her lifting firmly upwards, pressing beneath her pubic bone, gliding across her flattening clit, slowly but firmly stroking back and forth in deep, measured plunges, in the darkness she reflexively flexes her hips in rhythm to the penetrating motion.

The soft music still in rhythm with the duel strokes, the taste of the salty fluid oozing across her flicking tongue, she finds herself beginning to suck on the thick shaft, licking, probing the eyelet as her rasping breathes become quieter grunts, moans.  Fingers clenching, toes curling, chest arching upwards, her thoughts of the onlookers become a haze, the depth of the penetrating cock pressing against her womb becoming enjoyable, even exhilarating as the upper side of the thick shaft grinds across, drags at her responding clit.

    “Ooommmpphh!... Uuummmpphh!”  The stirring deep inside, the sensations of the duel penetrations consume her; stimulate her as she moans with each forced breath.  Her nipples aching, hard and puckered as she forces her chest even higher, she realizes she yearns for the sensation of the lash across her tit flesh as she twists, lifts upwards, feels her breasts swaying as she offers them to the crop.  Grunting, she shakes her firm mounds back and forth, offering them to the crop.

‘Thwack!’

“Oomph!”  The sensation of the crop flicking across her left globe, just below her nipple brings an appreciative moan as she’s somehow pleased by the responding lashing, the exhilarating pain.

‘Thwack!’  The sound of a not so light and well placed flick above the nipple echoes.

“Oomph!”  Another responding moan as she sucks, licks harder, arches her hips toward the penetrating cock between her twitching thighs.   Twisting, arching her other breast outward, she clenches her fingers around the gripping hands, strains her neck to suck in the throbbing crown between her teeth as she waits for the leather to strike that offered breast, hopefully across the throbbing nipple.

‘Thwack!’

“Ooohhh!”  Her hollowing stomach flexing, churning, her engulfed vagina in spasms gripping at the throbbing shaft impaling her, she feels the rippling of her abs along with the instantaneous heat of the lash spreading throughout her breast as she again jaunts her firm globe upward.

‘Thwack!”

“Oooommmppphh!”  Another flick, directly across the hardened nub of her nipple brings a reflexive quiver of her naked body, an appreciative response as she grates her teeth, nibbles across the cock’s eyelet engulfing her yawning mouth.  Shaking, arching upwards, back bowing, she moans while swallowing, sucking as much of the thick shaft as she can deep down into her throat while she feels the slap of the hot, moist scrotum across her face.  Instantly flexing her hips, forcing that burrowing cock ramming inward even deeper between her spreading thighs, that scrotum slapping between her butt cheeks as the throbbing crown of that shaft presses firmly against her womb, she feels the shudders, the rumbling of the beginning of an explosion from deep inside.

“Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaagggggggggghhhhhhhh!!!... Aaaaaaaaaggggggghhhhhh!!!”  Grunting, twisting, her naked body uncontrollably bouncing on the mattress, her fingernails dig into the hands gripping her wrists as she arches, bucks, sucks.  “Aaaaaaaagggggggghhhhh!”

The shaft throbbing in her mouth rams deeper, twitches, pulses, gushes.  The salty fluid spurting in torrents, flows down her throat, gagging her, muffling her grunts as the other swollen cock also throbs, pulses, spurts, spurts again between her trembling thighs bringing more grunts, moans as her hips tremble, her stomach ripples, her grunts echo.  “Oooooooommmmmmppphhh!... Aaaaaggggghhhhhhhhh!”

Consumed by the pair of throbbing cocks, the incredible sex, still arching her back, trembling as she senses her wrists, ankles being released, she feels the semi hard shafts slowly sliding outward, the gush of air sucking from her throat as the glistening crown flicks across her parted lips.  Her hips still arched, that cock slipped from between her spread thighs, she slumps back across the dampening bedspread, stares hazily into the bandana.

“Ready for the next couple!... We’ve got a line forming!”  The familiar voice next to the podium, she hears the sarcastic question while still in her darkened daze.

Feeling the bed rocking above her head, her wrists gripped, another thick shaft pressed against her upturned face, she feels hands tilting her head back as the pulsing crown presses between her parting lips, the familiar salty taste oozing across her tongue.

“Oomph!... Glub…. Humph!”  Tongue flattening, lips stretching, she feels her thighs being spread, her ankles gripped as another hot, thick shaft glides into, stretches her vagina even wider then the previous cock.  “Oooooommmmpppphhhh!”       

End Part Two