Excerpt from "The Spankfest" by Simon Grail

 

An hour later Natasha and Jolene were in another of the cell like rooms "entertaining" their new clients. To their despair they found that there were four of them. Once again, with their features hidden by their anonymous black hoods, all they could do was think of them by the most notable words on their T-shirts: Lynchwood, Oakstock, Peachy and Ultrarock.

Natasha and Jolene thought they would be facing the horrors of a gang bang, but it was not quite like that. The quartet had evidently paid for the use of a specialised device, which at least meant they each could only be used one at a time. But it was still far from pleasant...

With their arms cuffed behind them, Natasha and Jolene knelt side-by-side or rubber mats, each straddling a shoebox sized mechanism, from which protruded a vertical anal dildo on which they were each impaled. Sets of coiled electric cables also extended from the boxes which were fastened by crocodile clips to their labia. Their metal teeth bit painfully hard into their soft flesh. Extending from the fronts of the boxes, between the girls' spread thighs, were small foot pedals.

Behind them at about shoulder height was a solid table with electric motor and gear mechanism mounted on it, which drove a horizontal metal shaft that pumped back and forth like a piston. This was connected to a horizontal bar which hooked to rings fastened to the back straps of their facemasks. As the piston moved, their heads were compelled to move with it dipping and bobbing at the same time.

The men took turns standing between the women's spread knees with their stiff cocks jutting out at just the right height to penetrate their open mouths, with their jaws once more wedged apart by the hooks in the sides of the mouth slots of their facemasks. The stiff shafts slid between their lips and down their throats, making them gag. The men held onto fistfuls of their hair, but they did not have to pull women onto them. The motor did that for them. They were sucking them off with metronomic regularity, as if they were simply part of the machine.

They did what they could to add pleasure to the process, using their tongues and lips to work the men's foreskins and the plums of their cock heads. This was not for their own pleasure. If they did not try hard enough, the men pressed down on the foot pedals of the mechanisms Jolene and Natasha straddled, and electric shocks stabbed through their pussy lips.

If they were still not giving satisfaction, the men could step back from them and use spanking paddles on their breasts to encourage them further. They yelped and sobbed and moaned and dribbled about their gaping mouths and pleaded with their tear-wet eyes to let them have another go.

Lynchwood granted and spurted his semen down Natasha's throat. She tried not to gag and made an effort to lick and suck him clean. He patted her head. 'She's fucking great!' he declared.

Natasha felt a brief perverse glow of relief that she had given him pleasure. Then she hated herself for it.

Lynchwood pulled out of her. Hastily she tried to swallow the slimy mess down and lick her lips clean before Peachy took his place.

Beside her, Jolene was struggling, choking on Oakstock's shaft. He pulled it out of her mouth for long enough to stamp on the foot pedal several times. She screamed in pain and writhed about on her impaling shaft, dripping tears.

Swish, smack! The paddle beat against her brown breasts making them flatten and shiver and jiggle.

'Try harder, slut!' he shouted.

She coughed and whined and tried to nod separately from the relentless back and forth bobbling of her head driven by the motor behind her. Oakstock took hold of her hair again and plunged his shaft back down her unwilling throat.

Natasha found herself clenching onto the dildo in her backside with her anus, clinging on to it as if for comfort. It was better than the cock in her mouth. The least it would not squirt sperm up into her. It was almost pleasant...

She began to jerk her hips a little up and down while squirming on it. It was almost nice... a distraction. Oh God! What was she doing masturbating herself for giving oral sex? But sex was inescapable. The room was designed for sex and they were there for pleasure. The most sensitive parts of their naked bodies were being spanked and shocked and penetrated. There was the smell of sperm in the air, which was crudely arousing. And not just sperm! Her shocked pussy was dripping juices. So was Jolene's. Their nipples, though hot and tingling from paddling, was still hard and excited. They were young, healthy, responsive women. They couldn't help it! Why not make the most of it?

She let the sensations, both good and bad, fill her. She imagined the anal plug growing bigger and bigger. She was riding on it, sucking on it, loving it...

Ahhh!

Which was how, almost gagging on Peachy's cock, Natasha came.