Secrets of the Women's Self-Bondage Cult by Jurgen von Stuka Page B

harness. I spasm suddenly and tug with my hog-tied legs, trying to straighten them as the first orgasm engulfs me. The men watch and laugh.
           "You'll do well in the torture cellars," one says, running his hands up and down my bare legs, then roping my thighs together just above the knees. "But right now, we'll just check out your equipment…" he adds, rolling me over and tweaking my stone-hard nipples with his calloused fingers. I scream into the gag.
           The hanging girl on the video is screaming too. However, she is as well gagged as I am and very little noise comes out of her rag-stuffed mouth. The three leather-clad women in the set are whipping her now, alternating with a horsewhip and cat, slowly and carefully. She kicks and they stop with the whips and tie her feet to rings mounted on the concrete floor. They stretch her as she whimpers, ineffectively begging for release.
           I am a bit more fortunate, lying in my own cellar of torment. My clothes are gone. I'm hog-tied, gagged and harnessed with a lot of tight rope. The thing in my cunt is driving me mad. The men are laughing and they roll me onto my stomach and then flip a coin for who gets to fuck me first. They remove the knee rope and my legs are forced wide apart. My crossed ankles assist in this. In my head, my hands are still bound high up on my back, but in actuality, I reach out to the side and pick up a second greasy, penis-shaped, rubber dong with a built-in vibrator and position it into my ass crack. In my head, the fake cock is live and aiming at my ass hole. In reality, the dong is poking at the same entry, slowly forcing itself in as the man on the end of the cock tells me to relax and stop fighting it.
           "I'm going to ream your ass, Honey," he says as he probes harder, the end of the cock pushing aside the four tight strands of rope, easing up against my contracted anal muscle and getting a shallow hold in my rectum. There is still resistance. One side of my brain is telling me that as a tormented captive, I should resist this attempted ass reaming and the other side of my head is telling me to open up the back door and let the vandal in.
           I push. The man thrusts. The slippery goo that I placed on the enveloping condom is enough to allow the thing to gain slightly deeper entry. I continue to moan and try to evade the eventual anal penetration, but of course, my physical efforts are to no avail because my mental processes are begging to be violated.
           The hard rubber thing is now half way up my ass and I am going crazy. There is pain in several places, but it is concentrated around my asshole muscle that continues to tell me that the cock is bigger than the hole and the multiple ropes around the clinched opening are not helping.
           There is nothing I can do to resist. The buzzing combination from cunt cock and ass probe is doing the job and I am seeing lights, flashes, flares, white and yellow strobes going off. There is a roar in my ears as the ass cock suddenly slides in and bottoms out, its base firmly lodged in the crack between my buttocks. The narrow neck near the base of the thing is embraced by the eager-to-close sphincter muscle and the thing is trapped inside, happily buzzing away. I can hear the man behind me now, he is grunting as he thrusts deeper and harder. I hear him and feel the vibrators inside me and they buzz together in a kind of crude rock and roll rhythm that beats inside my abdomen. In my head, I am being mindlessly fucked front and back by these two thugs. Bound naked and gagged on the floor in my own flat, there is nothing I can do but surrender to it. I accept my fate and go off on yet another extended orgasm of pure pain and pleasure, my hands now busy front and back, trailing the loosened ends of rope, the rope around my elbows cutting deeper into my skin and I stretch out my hands to work the double fuckers. I remember that there are still loose