Volume 9: Dungeons & Dragons
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Now that Lyanne was again off the leash, her whole demeanor and body language changed. She struggled violently against the straps and chains that bound her in place, growling inarticulately all the while. Dragon pulled at another of the dangling chains and Lyanne's ankles were lowered, forcing her once again to lie spread-eagled on the heavy wooden bench. "She's going to be an absolute tiger now," Dragon said to me, "Are you ready for that?" "Oh, yes," I assured him, "I think she knows what I want." The flash of pure lust from Lyanne's eyes told me I had guessed correctly. I started on the task of unbuckling her restraints, starting with her ankles. As the straps came loose, her movements became more energetic, twisting this way and that. I took a step back. Together, Dragon and I unfastened the buckles that restrained her wrists. They flew loose simultaneously. In a single movement, Lyanne swung off the table and pounced on me, kissing me wetly and forcing her tongue deep into my throat. She gripped my breasts hard with both hands, forcing them together, and twisted the nipples so firmly that they grew redder immediately. With surprising strength, she gripped me around the throat, under the chin, and brought her face close to mine. "I know what you want, bitch," She hissed into my ear, "Do I have to make you beg for it?" I shook my head, unable to speak. She bit me hard on the earlobe, my way of acknowledgement, then swung me down onto the table top she had been occupying only a few moments before. Still gripping me firmly, she forced me face-down on the hard wooden surface. I lay flat, my breasts flattened against the cool boards, the moisture marks created by Lyanne now being joined by my own intimate fluids. "Stay still," she commanded, "Don't move until I tell you to." I obeyed. Lyanne swiftly fastened the restraining straps around my wrists, then moved to repeat the operation on my ankles, roughly dragging my legs apart to attach the chains. She then must have reached up and pulled yet another of the suspended chains that Dragon had used - I had already suspected that she had been here before - which forced me into a kneeling position, legs wide apart and my ass up in the air. I could barely move; I felt exposed and vunerable, and tingling unbearably with sexual excitement. I so wanted to be stimulated, penetrated, fucked hard, but by what or whom I didn't care much right now. I could see Lyanne picking up the tube of cum-flavored lubrication I had used on her earlier. She squeezed some of the contents onto her fingers and started to smear it onto my face. "You're a little cum-swallower, aren't you?" she purred in my ear. I nodded, as best I could. It was true - I've lost count of the times that my breakfast has consisted entirely of those high-protein ejaculations of my night-time companions. I made an attempt to lick the tasty oil from my face, where she had marked me. She growled, and forced two fingers down my throat. "You little slut," she said, "You're going to get everything tonight." Lyanne started rubbing the lubrication over my ass, sliding a slippery finger first into my anus - that always makes me excited - and then into my cunt. She must have started using both hands on me, stretching my opening wider and forcing her fingers into my vagina. She knew what I craved, and it was not long before she had her entire hand in side me. I could feel her thumb and fingers pressing against my inner lips. Slowly, and then with increasing force, Lyanne began to fuck me with her fist. I rocked back and forth, moving involuntarily with the pressure between my legs. No doubt I as moaning aloud, although I cannot now honestly say how much noise I was making. My entire focus, my very being, was now concentrated on the waves of pleasure from between my legs. Lyanne's energetic pounding was having the intended effect, and I was wide open and ready for the final orgasmic thrust. Sensing my reaction, she forced her hand further inside me, my stretched and tingling vagina so very stimulated by the brutal penetration. But just when I was verging on a climax, she suddenly withdrew her arm - the bitch! - and I must have cried out instinctively. She can't leave me in this state, can she? Fortunately, I did not have to wait long. A few seconds later, her warm and wet hand was sliding over my ass again, reaching for me, entering me. I cried with relief as she resumed the fucking motions, again penetrating me so very deeply. Now fisting me furiously, Lyanne brought me to orgasm after orgasm. I must have come three times in the space of ninety seconds, each release more extended and more powerful than the one before. I could feel my muscles, stretched as they were by Lyanne's arm inside me, spasm and contract powerfully, gripping her hand yet more firmly and setting me off on another bout of exultant cries. The entire performance had been watched closely by Dragon, who now caught Lyanne's eye and nodded in approval. "Well," he drawled, "It's seems you girls can be a whole load of fun." Finally, it seemed that Dragon wanted to join in.
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