Blissful Torment

Lailah strongly reconsidered her preferences. She had always enjoyed it rough, ideally going so far as to resist her partner playfully, and have them pretend-rape her. But right now, when the rubber hit the road, or better, when the rope pinched the flesh, she was having second thoughts.

Not that she could do much about it. Or rather, not that she could do anything at all, which was the reason for her concerns. She was lying face-down on her bed. Her arms were tied together at the elbows and wrists, painfully pulling her shoulders taut, the rough hempen rope biting into her soft skin in a dozen warps. Her tits were squeezed with ropes above, below and between them, every wrap making them jut forward more, and her stretched nipples tingled against the sheets.  Her ankles were tied to her upper thighs, and for good measure her knees were tied together as well in what was called a frog-tie, which was pretty apt with how she looked right now. A perching frog.

She tried to say something, but the big, black ballgag turned it into just a mumble. She really regretted buying such a large one, but that's what happens when you are online shopping and your fuckbuddy remarks what a big mouth you have.

"Shut up, I'm not done." The guy said. His name was Taylor. Or Tyler. Or maybe it was Trevor? Lailah was not sure. He had been a match on Tinder, and Lailah had not been in the mood for all the song and dance of going to a coffee shop first so she had straight up given him her address and told him to come fuck her brains out.

Tyson tied her ankles to two corners of the bed frame, stretching her legs apart, then tied her knees to the other two corners. She felt like the forces would soon tear her apart, but with complete nonchalance he want once around the bed, further tightening every rope to get rid of all slack. She grunted as she felt her limbs stretch.

He got one last piece of rope, and wrapped it many times around her waist, then pulled the end out between her legs. He slid it under the bottom end of the bedframe, put a foot on the wood, and pulled hard. Her back was yanked downwards, arching her spine deeply as her upper body was stack pressed hard against the mattress. She tried to relax as much as possible, as pulling against the ropes either hurt her breasts or her back.

She was about to use her safe word and tell him to go easier on her. Then her door-bell rang. "Huh?" she managed through the ball-gag.

"Oh that's alright, those are just my friends, right on time." Travis casually said, then walked out the bedroom.

What the fuck? Lailah thought. That had not been agreed upon!

Tanner returned with three other guys, like him tall and muscular dudes. She had a thing for gym-rats, and these seemed to be his buddies.

"Yo, nice catch." One of them said.

Okay, that's too much. She thought, then wiggled her head sideways and mouthed "nonono" through her gag. 

In response she got a hard slap on her ass, making her yelp.

"Bitch, now my friends are already here, I'm not going to send them home again." Tucker slurred while he opened his pants and got his cock out. She could feel him slide it against her pussy, and to her dismay noted how wet she was. Maybe she did not want what was about to happen, but her pussy sure did.

He pushed into her, easily bottoming out due to her arched back, and started fucking, slow for a couple strokes, then harder and harder. It took her barely a minute before she had an orgasm, the pain and pleasure too much too handle.

"She likes it." she heard one of the other guys say, who were dropping their pants or fondling her tortured tits. "nononono" she tried to reply, but it was lost in the moans.

"Ah, I'm about there." Tucker grunted from behind, and pulled out.

"My turn." The fat guy near door announced, as he brought his massive cock up to her quivering pussy. 

Tucker went around to her front, gently pushed her hair out of her face, and stroked himself to completion in front of it. His cum hit her between the eyes, over the nose, and onto the ballgag.

But she hardly cared, as her second orgasm of the night was about to hit her.

When they rotated again, one more load hit her face, a third cock entered her and she could see Trenton already hard again, but then she blacked out of a second on her third brutal orgasm, unable to hold back as they gave her not a second of respite.

She knew then that she was in for a hell of a night, and she admitted to herself that she was looking forward to it.

Originally written 2019-02-18, © Blissful Torment