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emeraldgryphon -> Taken (6/15/2010 4:31:37 PM)
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Dieter woke suddenly as his head was forced backwards and he felt a round leather gag stuffing itself into his mouth. Letting out a loud grunt he tried to rise from his stomach where he lay on the bed, but several hands forced him back down. His arms and legs were pinioned, spreadeagled, and he fought desperately to shake off the hands holding him as the gag was locked behind his head and a leather hood was slid over his eyes, tying under his chin.
Cold steel shears slid between him and his nightclothes, and he was quickly naked, lying on the shredded remains of his clothing. Dieter could see nothing, and could barely make any noise, but he could hear five or six people in the room by the sounds. He had arrived at his home early in the morning after traveling all night, and by the time he had made sure his horse was well stabled the dawn had painted the eastern sky with a riot of pinks and soft mauves, and he had tumbled into bed after stripping down to a single long tunic and soft trousers.
By the relative coolness of the room he judged it was still before noon, and then wondered how his attackers had entered the building. He distinctly remembered putting the bar across the door and shuttering the windows, but then two people, females by the size and weight, were straddling his back and he felt his arms being laced into tight fitting leather bracers that went from wrist to elbow and had leather bags that enveloped his hands. He struggled to no avail as his arms were then drawn behind his back and laced together.
Suddenly he felt a soft hand sliding up between his legs to lightly caress his balls, gently cupping and squeezing them before gripping his suddenly hardening cock and slowly stroking it to full erection. His legs were pulled out wide and held firmly as they too were laced into leather sleeves that went from ankle to knee, and then he realized they were being held apart by a long pole that the sleeves attached to. By the clink of metal he understood that the connection point was probably strong chainlink, and he moaned behind the gag as the hand continued its erotic assault, soon joined by another hand that slid between his buttocks and found his most secret place, each touch sending jolts of pleasure through his body.
Suddenly a drop of something cold and wet hit him between his cheeks, and he felt a finger spreading it well around his opening before pausing and slowly sliding inside him. Dieter went spastic at that, bucking and writhing, trying to throw her off, but hands gripped him and pulled him backwards, down off the bed until his feet were on the floor and his body was bent over the side of the bed. The girl on his back returned, straddling him again, and the finger slid into his ass again, slowly fucking him. Soon he was panting and moaning, slowly grinding his hips as the other hand continued stroking him, and then the single finger was joined by one of its fellows, stretching him a little more as he shuddered and gasped. The pole between his feet was tied off to the legs of the bed, and then the finger in his ass was replaced by a rigid invader, a wooden plug carved with a bulbish end.
Dieter cried out in pain, a cry that increased in desperation and intensity as the plug spread him apart and then suddenly popped past his tight asshole to seat itself well inside him. Immediately he tried to push it out, but a thin leather harness was buckled around his hips and between his legs, holding the plug in. He twisted and writhed on the bed, unable to stop this invasion, gasping and panting as his body adjusted to the plug, but then he became aware of a new sensation: warmth was slowly spreading through his bowels, and he realized that water was entering him through the plug - he was being given an enema! Several hands were caressing him now, all over, and he felt the water flow speed up a little bit as his bowels began to fill. The sensation was not uncomfortable, just novel and strange, and his feet were lifted so that he was kneeling on the bed, ass in the air, with the spreader bar traveling up the bedposts. He felt the girl on his back shift positions as he was knelt on the bed, and now she was sitting in front of him, holding his tightly laced arms. He could smell a musky scent, even through the breathing holes of the hood, and he realized his head was held between her naked thighs. Suddenly his gut felt tight, and he began to cramp in pain as the water gurgled deeper into him. He moaned madly as the sensation increased, and he felt the girl pull his head deeper between her legs until his face was against her delta. "Mmmmmmm...." he heard her moan as his own volume increased, and through the pain he understood she was getting off on the vibrations from his head everytime he moaned.
Soon the cramps eased somewhat, but he felt even fuller than before. His cock had been teased and stroked almost continuously since the enema began and the pleasure had helped him bear the infusion, but now he could feel the beginning of the delicious descent into his own orgasm building, and that and the enema were causing him to moan and shake in passion, pain, and pleasure, and the line between them was fast disappearing. Suddenly the girl gripped his head and forced it tight against her, rubbing and grinding her pussy all over the hood as she began to ride out her own pleasure. Dieter could feel her fingers through the hood as she pleasured herself, and soon she was crying out in orgasm, rocking hard against his face and against the gag where it protruded from his mouth. She lay there for a few minutes, and then got off of the bed leaving Dieter to moan softly as his bowels continued filling. The bed bounced again as another girl sat down at his head and pulled him against her, grinding against him. All the while the hand had never left his cock, but everytime he came close to orgasm the stroking would stop in a merciless tease and denial. His stomach felt full and distended now, and he was crying under the hood in pain and humiliation as two more girls used his face for pleasure before he was allowed to slide backwards off the bed and sit on a wooden bucket to expel.
Finally it was all out, and Dieter sagged limply against the girl holding him up as they cleaned him and then bent him back over the bed. This time leather straps were attached around his shoulders, going to the left and right and under the bed, and Dieter couldn't raise up from the bed at all. Once again the lubricated fingers invaded him, three this time, and soon four as he moaned in humiliated pleasure, grinding his hips back against the fingers. Then he felt something else as the fingers disappeared and the girl behind him stepped in close - the bulbous head of a phallus pushing against him, opening him wide, and sliding past his last defense as the shaft impaled him. He moaned in denial, unwilling to be used like this, but he was helpless, perfectly held for his raping.
Slowly she began to fuck him, mercilessly, sliding almost all the way out and then burying it inside him until her hips were against his ass. He was making inarticulate sounds, overwhelmed by what was happening to him and powerless to stop it. This sense of his own helplessness was arousing him even further, Dieter realized, and now it didn't hurt so bad as she fucked him. He could feel pleasure building and knew his cock was dripping come as she stimulated something deep inside him. It had lost its erection from shame and pain, but it was dripping continuously now even though he wasn't orgasming. The phallus rammed home one final time, and then slid out completely - only to be replaced as another girl again stepped in, but this one was slightly larger. It didn't take long for the pain to disappear and to be replaced with humiliating pleasure, and one by one they all fucked his ass, - if his count was correct eight girls were in the room.
They freed him from the bed then, and pulled him over into the middle of the room. Dieter was lifted up and sat down in a wicker box or basket. He felt straps going around him and being pulled tight. Many hands were working on him now, and the straps were everywhere, completely restraining him. He couldn't do more than wiggle his fingers and toes now, and he felt the box closed and lifted. The cool air of the early morning hit him, and he realized the door was open, and he was being carried outside. The box or basket was sat down in what he figured was a wagon, and he heard the cover drawn over it. With a crack of a whip and a jolt the wagon started to move forward, and Dieter could hear the tinkling of chimes as the breeze picked up, effectively covering any noises he might make.
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