Lynn's Wilder Week #3 - Lynn's Sex Slave Adventure

by Arthur Saxon
arthursaxon@zombieworld.com

Andy reached underneath his bed and brought out a few long pieces of rope.  “Ever been tied up?” he asked her.

Lynn shook her head.

“Ok, well you’re about to enter into the world of bondage.  My last girlfriend loved to be tied up – this rope is a relict from those happy days.  Ah well.  Would you lie on the bed please?”

This was incredibly presumptuous, but Lynn had already made her decision.  She meekly climbed on to the bed and lay down, folding her arms across her stomach.

“Spread your legs,” instructed Andy.  “No, not like that.  Knees apart, feet together.  That’s better.”  He wound one of the ropes around Lynn’s left knee and pulled the ends down over the edge of the bed, attaching them to something Lynn could not see.  Then he did the same with her right knee, pulling it so tight that her knees were as wide apart as they could possibly get.  Then he tied her ankles to each other and to the end of the bed, so that she could now not move her legs at all.  She felt very exposed and vulnerable, and it was making her horny.

“Now for the arms,” said Andy.  “Give me your wrists.”  He tied them together securely.  “Now put your hands behind your head.”  She did so, and he proceeded to tie ropes around her elbows, attaching the ends to the sides of the bed.  Lynn was now completely immobilised.  She wanted to ask what he was planning to do with her, but she felt somehow that it would spoil the atmosphere.  He had claimed her, and now he would do whatever he wanted with her.

But what he wanted was, apparently, something Lynn was not yet prepared to give.  He took off his jeans and boxers, revealing a hardened penis.  Lynn stiffened as he began to climb on top of her.  “I’m not on the pill,” she said.  “Fuck my anus, please, but not my cunt.  I don’t want to get pregnant.”

“Objections, already?” he inquired.  “I think I may have to gag you after all.”  He reached over the side of the bed and fetched a sock and a large handkerchief.  “Open wide,” he said, and Lynn, despite her fears, opened her mouth.  Andy stuffed the sock in and then tied it in place with the hanky.  “That’s better,” he said.  Then he spat on to his hand, rubbed his saliva around the head of his penis, and started to insert it into Lynn’s vagina.

“Mmm, that feels good,” he said, closing his eyes in obvious pleasure.  “A schoolgirl’s pussy.  Not as tight as I would have thought, though.  You been stretching it?”  He opened his eyes and looked at her.  Lynn nodded.

Andy started thrusting, in and out, slowly at first and then more quickly, grunting with each thrust.  Lynn moaned through her gag, though she could not get the thought of unplanned pregnancy out of her head.  When Andy’s thrusting reached an almost frantic pace, and she felt the head of his penis grow inside her, she knew he was about to come.

But at the last minute he withdrew, then began to masturbate with furious speed until he spurted his semen over her naked stomach.  Sighing with pleasure, he collapsed on to the bed beside her.  Lynn lay still, unsatisfied and a little frustrated, but glad that he had not come inside her.  She wondered whether he would release her now.

It was not to be, however.  A couple of minutes later, Andy got up, grabbed a tissue from his bedside table, and wiped his penis.  He turned to her and grinned.  “Let’s see what else you can fit up there,” he said.  He left the room, then returned shortly afterwards with a can of coke and a tube of lubricating jelly.  He opened the tube and squirted some jelly on to the bottom end of the can.  He wiped it around liberally, then placed it at the entrance to Lynn’s cunt.

Lynn jumped involuntarily at the first touch of the can – it felt icy cold – but then she closed her eyes as Andy began to work it back and forth, twisting it and rocking it in an effort to penetrate her.  She felt herself forced open, bit by bit, and then the delicious sensation of the whole can sliding into her, filling her up.  It felt terribly cold inside her, but oh! so big…

“That’s a good girl,” breathed Andy, pleased.  “Not much of an effort, that – I reckon we’ll try you on a wine bottle next.”

He left the room once more, and this time was gone several minutes.  When he returned, he was not alone.  Lynn heard several voices, and laughter, all male.  Andy entered the room first, followed by two, three, four other men, all in their twenties.  One of them was quite good-looking, but the others did not appeal to Lynn at all.  They all stared at Lynn in a mixture of awe and undisguised lust.

“Lynn,” said Andy, “I’d like you to meet some of my friends.  This is Dave, this is Terry, that’s Howie, and the fat one’s Nick.”

“Hey!” complained Nick.

“Sorry Nick.  Anyway Lynn, they’re all going to fuck you, okay?”

Lynn’s eyes widened.  She felt almost drunk on the excitement of being treated like a piece of meat, but somewhere, deep down, her dignity was protesting vehemently.  She was being turned into a slut, without her consent.  But she had no way of objecting except by shaking her head, and what good would that do?  Andy had obviously no intention of letting her make any decisions of her own now.

Terry mounted her first.  He entered her easily, thrust rapidly, and came quickly.

“Oh, I forgot to tell him you weren’t on the pill,” remarked Andy with a smirk.  “What a shame.  Go on Howie, have a ball.”

The feeling of Terry’s sperm shooting inside her made Lynn’s heart sink.  She knew now that there was nothing she could do to protect herself.  If she was fertile today, she would no doubt get pregnant.  She would have to face the consequences as and when she found out whether her fears were founded.

Howie, Dave and Nick, one after the other, all came inside her, while Andy looked on in satisfaction.  When Nick finally climbed off Lynn, his sperm leaked out of her cunt and trickled down over her anus.

“Excellent,” said Andy.  “I’m sure one of you will be the happy father.  Anyway, now that she’s nicely lubricated, let’s see about that wine bottle.”  He produced a large bottle and placed the wide end at the entrance to Lynn’s well-used vagina.  He began to push it in, twisting it and turning it, and Lynn squealed through her gag in real pain.  Eventually, however, Andy managed to get the end completely inside her, and he started to slide it home.

Lynn felt sick.  The pain was intense – she was being stretched to her absolute limit – yet the rush of endorphins was making her giddy, and she could almost take pleasure in the pain itself.  Finally the bottle was buried as far as it would go.  Andy stared at it in pride, as if it was entirely his accomplishment.

“Would you look at that?” he said to his friends.  “Now that’s a stretched cunt.  Well done, Lynn, I knew you could take it.  But can you take a little more?  Hmm?  What’s that?  Oh, I suppose I’d better remove the gag.”  He did so, pulling the sock out of Lynn’s mouth.

Lynn spat bits of fluff.  “You’re a bastard, you know that?” she muttered.

“Correction: I’m your Master,” said Andy.  “Easy mistake to make.  Anyway, we’re all going to be here a while, so you should get used to the idea.  How does it feel to have a wine bottle inside you?”

“Pretty good,” admitted Lynn.  “Hurts though.”

“Can you take a little more pain?” asked Andy.

“I don’t think you’ll fit anything else in there,” said Lynn.

“Maybe not,” Andy conceded.  “But I can do this…”  He took hold of the end of the wine bottle and pushed it deeper into Lynn’s cunt.  Even after it had reached the end of her cavity, he continued to push, forcing her internal flesh to yield and stretch.

“Owwww!!” squealed Lynn, her face contorting with pain.

“Feed off it!” whispered Andy harshly to her.  “Feed off the pain for your own pleasure.  Get high on it.  I know you can.”

Lynn gritted her teeth and closed her eyes tightly, trying to derive pleasure from the pain Andy was causing her.  Her breath came in gasps.  She could feel the waves of pain travel up her body from her loins to her head, where she could feel the blood suffusing her cheeks and making her face feel hot.

Andy increased the pressure and more pain invaded Lynn’s body.  She whimpered, but tried to turn the pain into pleasure.  It was hard, so hard…

Andy released the bottle.  “Good girl,” he said to her.  “I’m proud of you.  Now we’re going to try something else, and I promise you it won’t be painful.”

“That’s good,” whispered Lynn, exhausted.  She felt completely drained of energy.

“Nick,” said Andy, “our sex toy likes rubbing shit all over her body.  Perhaps we can provide her with some?”

Nick looked startled.  “You want me to…” he began, then furrowed his brow.

“Sure Nick,” said Andy.  “Get up there and crap on her.  I hope you will all be contributing.”

“Can do,” said Howie.

“Um, if you say so,” said Terry.

Dave looked uncomfortable.

Nick removed his jeans, then his underpants, and clambered up until he was straddling Lynn.  He squatted so that his bottom was over her breasts.  Lynn closed her eyes so she would not have to look.

“Hey, none of that,” Andy chided her.  “I want you to see what’s happening.  I want you to watch Nick’s shit come out of him and land on you.”

Reluctantly, Lynn opened her eyes and watched as Nick strained.  She saw his anus gradually open, and then a pale brown turd began to emerge.  It then came out in a bit of a rush, and first one, then two long pieces of Nick’s shit landed on her chest, between her breasts.  The smell was awful.

“Okay, I’m done,” said Nick.

“You’re kidding!”  Andy frowned.  “Is that all you can manage?”

“Yup, ‘fraid so,” apologised Nick.

“Very well.  Move back a bit so that Lynn can lick your arse clean.”

“What?!”  This was too much for Lynn.  “There’s no way I’m licking anybody’s anus,” she declared adamantly.

“Hmm, talking back to her Master, eh?” Andy commented.  “Sounds like a whipping offence to me.  Lynn, you’ll lick Nick’s arse and anyone else’s who I instruct you to lick.  Is that clear?”

Thoughts of rebellion died in Lynn’s mind, as she realised how futile it would be to refuse anything that was asked of her.  “Yes sir,” she mumbled.  Then, as Nick’s huge hairy buttocks approached her face, she leaned forwards and began to lick the brown smears from around his anal orifice.  The taste made her gag, but she shrugged it off with an effort and continued until Nick was clean.

Howie was next, and he produced a lot more than Nick had done, depositing it all on Lynn’s stomach.  Afterwards she licked him clean as well.

“Okay,” said Andy, “I know you other two are raring to go, but I’m a bit worried about that shit falling off her and on to my bed.  So I need a volunteer to rub it all into Lynn’s body.”

There was silence.

“Oh come on!”  Andy frowned.  “As if you can’t wash your hands afterwards!”

“All right I’ll do it,” said Howie.  He knelt on the bed next to Lynn and started rubbing his own poo into her belly and down to her pussy.  He balked, however, when he came to Nick’s excrement.  “Can’t you do your own?” he inquired.

“Hey, you volunteered,” Nick pointed out.

Howie sighed and began to rub Nick’s shit into Lynn’s breasts.  Lynn closed her eyes and savoured the familiar sensation.  The smell was pretty disgusting, but the feelings more than made up for it.

Terry took his turn next, followed by Andy himself.  Dave came last, and he was quite reluctant, but the others eventually persuaded him.  Soon Lynn was covered in a thick layer of the men’s shit.  Andy even instructed Howie to rub some on her face and in her hair, though he insisted that polythene bags be placed under Lynn’s head first, to avoid getting any poo on his bedding.

“Now Lynn,” said Andy, “open your mouth.  Howie, get a nice handful of crap and drop it bit by bit into Lynn’s mouth.”

“No way!” exclaimed Lynn.

“You’re objecting again?” inquired Andy in disbelief.

Lynn was immediately cowed.  “No, no, I’m not,” she said, and she opened her mouth.

The taste was terrible.  Lynn gagged immediately as she felt the horrible substance land on her tongue and roll back towards her tonsils.

“Chew, and swallow,” instructed Andy.

Lynn tried.  She ground the shit up into mush, then attempted to swallow it.  But it was too much for her gag reflex, and she felt vomit surge up.  Unable even to cover her mouth, she threw up all over her chest, her vomit forming a pool that proceeded to run down both sides of her body.

“Damnit!” cried Andy, “get some more poly bags!”  He pulled a couple from under Lynn’s head and moved them into a position where they would catch Lynn’s vomit.  “Bad girl!” he said sternly to Lynn.

“Bloody hell Andy, what do you expect?” demanded Lynn, tears springing to her eyes.  “I’m new to all this!  I’ve never done this before!  I just can’t take it any more!”  She broke down and began to sob uncontrollably.

Andy was a tough dom, but he knew when enough was enough, and he realised with a pang of remorse that he had pushed her too far.  “Okay,” he said to his friends, “the party’s over.  Go on – I’ll see you all later.”

Howie looked downcast.  “But…” he began.

“Go!” said Andy sharply.

Subdued, his friends filed out silently, leaving Andy and Lynn alone.  Andy sat on the bed beside Lynn and began to untie her.  “Hush now,” he said gently.  “I’m sorry, I really am.  Come on, we’ll get you cleaned up and bathed, and then I’ll lend you some clothes and we’ll get you home.”

“Tha … Thank you,” sobbed Lynn.

 

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