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 (Part 5) (D/s, MMMM/F, Humil., nc?)
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Six Days, Seven Nights (D/s, MMMM/F, humil, nc?)
By Don Winslow

Part 5: Tuesday

Although the padded trestle was built to present her hindquarters for a 
proper spanking, Candace was to learn that once tied in place, her 
vulnerable behind would be available for any variety of imaginative 
uses her enthusiastic captors might dream up.  And even worse, her 
whole ordeal was recorded, pictures taken of the voluptuous woman 
lewdly posed in the most humiliating positions conceivable!  Like the 
time when, in a burst of patriotic fervor, a small flag was carefully 
inserted into her upraised butt.  Threats were made that if the captive 
didn't behave, she would find pictures of herself on the internet --
wiggling her behind, the little flag fluttering merrily. 

Nowhere did Candace more intensely feel her utter humiliation, her 
enforced subjugation to these revenge-minded men, than when she was 
splayed naked over the padded bar.  Tied securely with head lowered and 
breasts dangling heavily beneath her, her jutting buttocks were forced 
up, temptingly raised like a female animal's -- presented for mounting.  
And of course that obvious use occurred to the randy men who eyed up 
that delightful upraised rump with lustful glee...and four, painfully 
stiff erections.

Tuesday night, as she anxiously waited their pleasure, tied helplessly 
over the trestle, the men toyed with her.  In no particular hurry to 
get on with her spanking, they sprawled back in their chairs, drinking 
and discussing the situation.  By now the waiting captive had been 
fucked by all four of them, repeatedly, in long marathon sessions that 
seemed to go on all night, but as of yet no one had forced her to take 
a prick up her behind.  Still, she knew from the sly innuendos, that it 
would only be a matter of time till one of them fucked her up the ass.  
And from the explicit way they were joking, now, she was sure that time 
was about to come.

They speculated aloud as to whether their "guest" had ever known the 
pleasures of anal intercourse and all agreed that Miz Candy Ass would 
never allow her person to be so violated -- at least not by anyone 
below the "corporate" level.  When the laughter died down, there was a 
good natured argument as to who would be the first to have her precious 
ass.  They cut cards and Ben won.

The others crowded closer while lucky Ben took off and neatly folded 
his pants, then skimmed down his jockey shorts to release a taut, 
slender prick that bobbed up to stand quivering right in front of 
Candace's eyes.  Someone handed him a tube of lubricant and while she 
watched, he proceeded to grease his upstanding prick.  He had made a 
point of letting her watch him as he stroked his slightly bowed penis 
while assuring her with a grin that she would soon have his manhood all 
the way up her ass - provided she asked him most politely!  Candace had 
never been so humiliated in her entire life than when she had to say 
the words, to ask, no, to beg her former underling to please fuck her 
in the ass - for those were the exact words she was made to use while 
her bottom jutted back in lewd invitation.

Grinning to his colleagues, Ben got down on his knees behind her.  She 
tensed up when she felt him take her naked rearend in both hands, 
rudely press his thumbs into her crack, and pry apart the squeezed 
mounds of her softly yielding asscheeks.  While he held the pliant 
mounds open with both hands, someone else lent a finger to apply the 
greasy gel to Ms. Candace Ashbee's  spasmodically clenching anus. 

 The impertinent finger took advantage of the moment to press on that 
tightly closed reargate, testing the tiny coil of muscle that refused 
to yield to the tentative probe.  Her instinctive reaction merited a 
stern warning about being more cooperative, accompanied by a stinging 
swat on the behind.  Then the finger returned, to press again, harder 
now, forcing its way through the fleshy ring of muscle and finally 
screwing its way up her ass, as Candace grunted from deep in her throat 
and tried to rise up in her bounds.  Abruptly, the stiffened finger 
withdrew, and she felt her the twinge in her asshole, a feeling of 
definite relief at having expelled the intruder.  But the respite was 
only temporary, for now Ben stepped up behind the bent-over woman, till 
his hips were pressed to the twin curves and his upright penis was 
wedged solidly between her cowering rearcheeks.  Over the gag, 
Candace's eyes widened in alarm as the sliding prick made its masculine 
presence felt in the most intimate place.

 She reared up as much as her restraints would allow as she felt the 
nestling penis move up her crack, poke her tentatively, then press with 
greater urgency, exerting steady pressure against the her fearful 
reargate.
Candace's head shot up, the muffled shriek that managed to escape 
around the wedged ball told of her outrage as the unrelenting pressure 
forced the head of the prick into her distorted asshole, and she 
clenched her eyes against the stabbing pain.

The man clamped her hips and pressed forward, driving himself into the 
writhing girl till all shreds of resistance melted way and he suddenly 
popped through the tight ring of muscle.  Now his rock hard penis slid 
smoothly right up the girl's rectum.  Candace was making  desperate, 
mewing sounds around the gag with each inch that was gained.  He paused 
when he was halfway in, looking down with wild disbelief to see his 
very own prick penetrating the Boss Lady's precious bottom.

The skewered woman gurgled from deep in her throat and, as he worked 
his prick up her anus she couldn't help wriggling in agitation.  He 
heard her long wavering moan, low and throaty when, with a thrust of 
his hips, he drove up into her, further, deeper, penetrating her all 
the way to the hilt.  Relishing the smooth tightness that held his 
prick in a vise-like grip, the man wiggled his hips letting her get the 
feel of him.  The watching men could see that she had taken that entire 
prick right up her big beautiful ass.

Then he was moving in her, penetrating deep into her bowels, his 
pumping prick moving in and out in a slow steady pump-flex while the 
fingers of his clamped hands tightened his hold on her agitated hips.

Ben delighted in the exquisite feel of the slick smoothness of that 
rear channel, the tightness of fit, the reflexive clamping of that 
anxious sphincter that seemed determined to milk him of his essence.  
He fought for control as a surge of pleasure welled up in him, forcing 
himself to deliberately slow down, pulling back his hips and then 
bucking forward in an even, measured pace.  This brought a low groan of 
deep-seated pleasure from the impaled woman, who absorbed each impact 
with eyes tightly closed, and who now seemed to be enjoying herself as 
she surrendered to the rocking pleasure.

And then, when he was in all the way, he would grind against the 
rounded curves of that firm, shapely butt, clamp her flanks and wiggle 
his hips, ticking her innards with his prick.  The restrained woman 
moaned in plaintive surrender; he felt the first tremors of her 
excitement begin to spill over, the threat of the impending orgasm...so 
close.

She reared back and gave out with a muffled groan when he slowly 
withdrew, leaving just the bulbous head of his prick lodged up her 
clenching rectum.  The gathered men watched in rapt silence as Ben 
paused, then threw back his head, clenched his teeth, and with a single 
brutal thrust, slammed into the woman, burying his prick deep in her 
ass; fucking her with savage pelvic thrusts that soon had the skewered 
woman braying into her gag.

He sensed the rising tremors in that bent, stretched-out body, felt the 
prolonged quivering, the sharp convulsions of a powerful orgasm that 
racked her tied-down body.  And he felt the unstoppable surge of rising 
excitement, the wild thrill of pure ecstasy as his pulsating prick 
exploded -- sending thick wads of his cum deep into Ms Candace Ashbee's 
classy, elegant bottom.


End of Part 5
Comments: Dwin2001@yahoo.com
More of Don Winslow's erotic fiction may be found at: 
http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Don_Winslow/www



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