TORYA RECEIVING - A SEQUEL TO TORYA WATCHING

BY SCAVENGER
scavenger13@earthlink.net

Steve had pulled Torya’s hands out as far as he could, and she felt the tug on her wrists and the pressure on her arms and shoulders. Now she felt her ankles being untied from their spread position, pulled back and tied to her wrists. She could feel the cool air blow across her butt hole and open cunt lips, still leaking her own juices still. Now she wondered what would happen to her. Would Steve untie her brother so they could both play with her? She hoped so. She wanted to feel a penis inside her and make her reach an orgasm.

Yet, no one touched Torya. She made little sounds through her gag, hoping someone would hear her and take pity on her. Something warm and wet seemed to drip onto her chest. She realized the drops were from her own vaginal opening, excited at being tied up. But still, no one touched her. She began to move her bottom back and forth, which just caused her to produce more of her little girl liquid, no longer just dripping, but flowing strands continuously spread out on her chest, running down her sides to the bed. She took a deep breath through her nose, then screamed as loudly as she could for as long as she could. Nothing.

Wasn’t someone going to do something to her? PLEEEEEEASE!? She began to struggle in earnest now, working her wrists and ankles, looking for someway to get free. But she had been tied too tightly. Her attempts to work herself free proved to be a useless task.

Torya settled down once again, now just waiting. How long had she been tied up? Drool leaked out of her mouth and rolled down the sides of her face and chin. Finally, it happened. Someone smacked her on her bare bottom, but not with just a hand, but with a paddle. It stung and hurt, and she cried. Again and again it hit her bare butt, landing on both cheeks at the same time, and she continued to cry. Whoever paddled her stopped. Her butt burned. Badly. Painfully. Excruciatingly. Agonizingly. Undeniably.

More pain from someone wielding a short pussy whip. But Torya didn’t know any such thing existed. It slapped down against her bare and open pussy, the strands long enough to torture her little butt hole as well. No matter how much she tried to move her bottom around to protect her cunt and butt from the whip, she couldn’t move it far enough. She didn’t know how many whippings hit her, but she continuously tried to move her bottom out of the way, even though she knew it was a lost cause.

Finally, the pain of the whip stopped. Someone very lightly rubbed along her with one finger, along her butt hole with another. This time Torya squirmed, not from pain but from absolute pleasure. Her breathing increased, little pleasant noises escaping her gag.

Torya moved her bottom with the movement of the fingers, her orgasm building, but as she began to reach the point of no return, the person stopped and pulled his fingers away. But additional pleasure coursed through her body from her nipples being lightly squeezed and pinched. She felt them rise, her aureoles becoming wrinkled. Her erect nipples seemed like arrow points to her. He continued to manipulate her nipples as she continued to move around.

He left her unsatisfied as he stopped playing with her nipples. He attacked Torya’s feet, tickling the bottoms of them unmercifully. She laughed through her gag, unable to stop him. Her bottom still burned, her cunt and butt hole still felt swollen, her nipples still erect. But that didn’t stop her from laughing at the torturous tickling she had to endure. But soon, it became not only torturous but unbearable as well. She wished he would stop! She started to cry it became so horrendous. Abruptly the tickle torture of her feet stopped.

Someone untied her ankles from her wrists, and pulled her legs almost parallel, tying her ankles. Torya felt someone’s tongue licking her juices off her body where they had accumulated. The tongue continued down her body to linger in her belly button. She didn’t realized how sensitive her belly button could be. On down the tongue moved, to her wide open slit. The emptiness between her swollen lips looked inviting, so the tongue slipped inside her slit. She gasped at the sudden intrusion. Torya moved her bottom around, hoping to get the tongue even deeper inside her. But the tongue moved up to her clit, where it lingered, just licking it and twirling it. ‘Ughs’ slipped out of her gag at each flicking of her clit. But she finally got her wish.

Someone leaned over her, his chest against hers. She felt a penis glide deep inside her, very slowly. It didn’t feel as big as her brother’s looked, so it couldn’t be Steve’s either. Whose could it be? But right now, she didn’t care. The boy began to move, slowly, in and out. But it felt as though he could only go so far in. Quickly, the boy pulled almost all the way out, then shoved his penis back in, breaking her hymen. Only then, at the pain, did she remember what happened. But as he continued to move inside her, the pain subsided and the ecstasy overwhelmed her. As the boy continued to move, Torya began to reach her threshold. She soon felt the boy spurt into her as his throbbing penis continued to spurt time after time after time. At the same time she screamed and tensed, her own orgasm breaking through her mind and body.

The boy fell upon her, his upper body resting on hers. He pulled out, but then got down and began to lick and suck all the combined cunt juice, sperm, and blood from her vagina.

Someone untied her right wrist and both ankles, but that was all. Torya couldn’t remove her blindfold or gag until she got her left wrist free. This took some time, but she finally managed it. Then she removed her ball gag and blindfold. No one was in the room.

Torya got off the bed and slipped into the hallway. No one. She looked for her brother, Barya, or Steve. She looked all over the house, still naked, walked outside in the back yard, checked every room again. She could find neither of them. She returned to Barya’s bedroom, and all the ropes and gags and blindfolds were gone, the bed made. She returned to her own room where she showered and put on a red jumper, and nothing else. Maybe she could figure out who (and she was going to use the word) fucked her. It felt like a boy about her age, because she knew that both Steve and Barya were too big to fit comfortably inside her.

Hopefully, Torya would learn the identity of her ‘lover’ . . .