Bondage Tales #4: Five Stories of Hardcore BDSM, Public Humiliation, Ravishing Gangbangs & So Much MORE - Deborah Cockram - ebook
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Whether she wakes up, bound, gagged, absolutely helpless while strange men rip the clothes from her body; or tied up and taken down hard by a teacher; whether she's engaged in heavy sex with her hubby when strangers break into her house, binding them both and ravishing her every way possible while hubby watches; or she's simply getting together with a man she met online, a man who has much darker intentions than she imagined…there are few sights as sensual, as scintillating, as carnally arousing as a woman bound and gagged and absolutely helpless as men – and sometimes women – ravish her body, savagely taking her in ways she never imagined, drawing the hottest, most arousing sense of desire, craving, and ecstasy from her body, mind, and emotions…And it's those very tales you'll find among the pages of Bondage Stories #4. Inside this book you'll find these stories:Bound & Ravished Brutally While Hubby WatchesBound and Ravised HARD ONCE AGAIN By FOUR People -- While Hubby WatchesTied Up, Stripped & Banged By My TEACHERKidnapped, Tied Up, Striped and Gangbanged by StrangersTaken Hard: Another BDSM Hotel Story

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Bondage Tales #4: Five Stories of Hardcore BDSM, Public Humiliation, Ravishing Gangbangs & So Much MORE

Bound & Ravished Brutally While Hubby Watches

Bound and Ravised HARD ONCE AGAIN:

Tied Up, Stripped & Banged By My TEACHER

Taken Hard: Another BDSM Hotel Story

Chapter 2

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Bound & Ravished Brutally While Hubby Watches

By Deborah Cochram

Sherry ran her hands along his body, fingers playing across his tight abs. She leaned over, kissed his right nipple, then gave him a gentle bite.

Randy flinched, what she could best describe as a quiet yelp slipping from his mouth. She sat up, smiled at him as she put her finger to his lips.

"I never said you could speak, my dear," she whispered. She reached to the night stand, picked up two clothespins, then snapped one shut onto his right nipple.

"Ow," he called, body flinching again.

She smacked his thigh. "Quiet," she said.

Sherry looked down at her husband – he lay on the bed, face up, his wrists bound behind him, more rope looping around his body, around his arms, holding them tight against his torso. She hadn't yet bound his legs, but he was helpless none-the-less, unable to move his arms at all.

Sherry laughed softly, a new wave of arousal growing inside her. Like seemingly everyone she knew, Sherry had read the novel Fifty Shades, had wondered about bondage and sadomasochism, had finally shared her curiosity with her husband.

Randy had been more than willing to experiment, and Sherry was taken aback at first with how quickly he took to it – a natural-born dominant she had come to think of him. Their play had grown from the occasional bondage session to more regular practice, longer sessions – the past two times the kids were with one set of grandparents or the other Sherry and Randy had even spent an entire weekend in bondage mode, Randy making her a slave, using her in ways she had never imagined. The two lines she wouldn't cross were anal sex – she was deathly scared that it would be painful and not at all arousing – and when her husband had suggested they invite others in, that he share his bound and helpless wife.

Sherry had said no, repeatedly, had never given an inch on either, although secretly she wondered what that would be like, to have another man ravishing her body, kissing, spanking, inflicting pain, pleasure. Truthfully, she had thought of that more and more, but the idea was…well, it was just too scary. She could never tell her husband that was okay.

Otherwise, Sherry loved bondage, she craved her husband's discipline, looked forward to those times when she was helpless, at his mercy, wondering how far he'd go, what new limit they might explore.

She also wondered what it would be like to be a top, to have absolute, total control over another individual, over her hubby.

He had finally given in to her requests. It was Friday, and both kids were staying with friends. And now Sherry stood, catching a glimpse of herself in the mirror. She wore a tight, form-fitting mesh chemise. The front was sheer, the back was mostly not there – a series of straps that came together in two places – in the middle of her back, where a bra might snap, and lower, just above her ass.

She turned, looking at herself in the mirror, then glanced down at her husband as he watched her. She smiled again, ran her fingers slowing along her own breasts, down her stomach, under the chemise, touching her pussy.

Sherry leaned back over her husband, touched her finger – coated with her own juices – to his lips. Randy opened his mouth, licked her fingers. Sherry reached down and smacked his thigh again.

"I gave you no permission to taste me," she said.

Sherry took the second clothespin and held it open, over his left nipple. Anticipation, even a little fear, played across his face. Sherry knew the look, understood the feeling – he had often done that to her, hold a clamp open over her nipple, building the anticipation for the pain that was to come. It was a little scary, and incredibly exhilarating. She let the clothespin close, just a little, enough to pinch his nipple a bit. He shuddered and she opened the clothespin, then let it snap shut complete.

He cried out.

Sherry laughed, and waited. She knew what he was feeling – intense pain flared from her nipples whenever he put clamps on them, an overwhelming agony that somehow drew even more arousal from her body. By now, just seconds after putting the second clothespin on him, she knew the pain would be subsiding.

She reached over and flicked one clothespin, then the other, and she knew from experience that would send fresh waves of pain through him. She looked down – apparently the feeling was as arousing for him as it was for her when Sherry was helpless and being tortured – his cock was as rigid as ever.

She leaned over, licked the end of his cock, covered it with her mouth and went down, taking his cock deep into her mouth.

He moaned, lifted his hips toward her.

Then it happened. A crash from somewhere in the house.

Sherry sat up, a cold shiver rolling through her body. She looked down at Randy.

"What was that?" she whispered, suddenly not feeling so sexy or playful, fear taking hold deep inside.

"Probably the cat knocked something over," he said.

She sat on the bed, over him, listening, her playfulness gone, replaced by the feeling that something wasn't right. Sherry stood, grabbed her robe.

"What are you doing?" Randy asked.

"Just going to check."

"Come on honey, I'm sure—"

Just then shadows appeared in the hallway. Sherry screamed. She stepped toward the bedroom door, hoping to slam it shut and lock it, but before she could two men appeared from the shadows, beating her to the door. She screamed again as they took her to the floor. One of the men covered her mouth with a hand.

Randy yelled, told them to leave her alone. Then Sherry saw a woman step by the men, climbing onto the bed with her husband. His voice fell silent, though she could hear him still struggling, grunting.

The men picked her up, keeping one hand over her mouth as they slammed her face down onto the bed. She struggled, tried breaking free, but they held her tight, pulling her arms behind her, tying her wrists together, then looping rope around her elbows and pulling them behind her, forcing her elbows to nearly touch. The strain hurt her shoulders, but she was flexible, had been in this position many times since she and her husband began playing with bondage. After binding her wrists and elbows together, the two looped rope around her more, lashing her arms to her body. Then they picked her up and put her in the big armchair she and Randy had in the corner of the room.

Sherry struggled, but there was nothing she could do – she was bound tighter than Randy had ever done to her, and she had never been able to escape when her husband tied her like this. The man removed his hand from her mouth. Sherry started to scream, but before she could get a word out the other man had shoved a large O-ring into her mouth. She'd never had such a gag before – she tried turning her head away, but the first man grabbed her head – a hand on each side – and held her tightly while the second man shoved the gag into her mouth, worked it in place, then wrapped the leather straps around her head and buckled them tightly. Sherry couldn't say anything, but with her mouth open she could still make noise and she did, as loud as she could.

The man covered her mouth again, leaned to her ear. "Watch."

The woman on the bed with her husband had gagged Randy and blindfolded him. She stood, left the room, then returned with a canvass bag. From inside she pulled out a leather strap, then lashed her husband across the legs with the strap. He grunted through the gag, his body convulsing as the woman raised her arm and brought the strap down a second, then third time, across her husband's legs.

"You make a sound, and she will whip your husband with no mercy, until his legs bleed, you understand?" the first man whispered.

Sherry nodded.

He removed her hand.

"Now, you will watch."

The woman slowly undressed, making a show of removing each article of clothing, until she was nude. She was beautiful – tall and slender, with long, wild blonde hair, though her husband could see none of it through the blindfold. She was younger than Sherry, with a tight, fit body.

Sherry was had to sit and stare as the woman kissed her husband, along the neck, down across his chest. He moaned as the woman worked her way down, removing the clothespins, gently biting his nipples. Sherry strained against the ropes as she saw her husband's cock stiffen, grow large at the woman's touch.

The woman kissed down along her husband's stomach, her hands caressing his cock now, and he moaned again, lifted his hips toward her touch. The blonde lowered her face to his crotch, hovering over his cock, before kissing the tip gently, then opening her mouth and taking him in.

"Ooooo," Sherry cried, trying to say No. How could Randy respond that way? How could his body react to this strange woman the way it did to her?

She wiggled out of anger and frustration, trying to work herself free.

The blonde sat up on the bed, looked over at Sherry, smiled, then straddled her husband and lowered herself onto his cock, taking him deep into her pussy.

"Oooooo it," she said, trying to say "No Bitch."

Her body shivered when Sherry felt fingers playing through her hair. The first man – he was tall and slender, with short dark hair – was running his fingers through her hair. "I think she's jealous," he said.

The second man – he was black, his skin the hue of mocha, and he was shorter, but thicker, much more heavily muscled – smiled and began running his fingers along her thighs, caressing her legs. Her body shuddered as he knelt on the floor, leaned over and began kissing her thighs.

The first man stood behind her and leaned down, his hands playing along her neck, down across her chest. She glanced at the scene unfolding on the bed, at the woman fucking her husband, moving up and down on his cock. Randy was groaning now, moving his hips upward to meet the blonde's movements. She leaned over, her hands on his chest, their bodies covered in sweat. The woman glanced back at Sherry, her face mostly hidden behind her hair, and Sherry felt an odd sensation roll through her – arousal at seeing her husband like this, bound, being fucked by another woman.

Noooo, she screamed in her head. She was scared, she knew she was about to be ravished, and now she was even losing control of her own body, not able to control her own feelings.

That's when her own body convulsed as the shorter man, the one kneeling on the floor, reached up and untied the one strap from her chemise that went down through her crotch and up her back. She had known, almost from the moment they took her to the floor and then began tying her, that this would happen, that they were going to violate her, and Sherry struggled as he undid the strap.

Then he kissed her thighs again, first the left, then the right, and back to the left, working his way higher until his face hovered an inch from her pussy, his hot breath sending waves of gut-wrenching fear.

"O, eee, oooo," she begged, trying to say "No, please, no," as saliva spilled from her mouth, ran down her face, hung from her chin.

Sherry knew she should fight, should scream, but watching her husband, looking at the two on her bed, feeling the man behind her now peeling down the chemise to expose her breasts, his hand gently caressing her breasts – she felt so helpless, resigned to what was coming, to the fact there wasn't a damn thing she could do about it.

Then the man on the floor plunged his face forward, his tongue stabbing deep into her cunt. Sherry gasped, cried out, tears spilling from her eyes.

The man behind her grabbed her hair, yanked her head back until she was staring up at him through tear-filled eyes.

"This isn't nearly as much fun unless you're cumming," the man said, an evil grin spreading across his face. He leaned down, his breath on her face. "You will enjoy it, you will moan and groan and cum for us, or we'll pound your ass over and over and over, then we'll take your hubby's ass, understand?"

The man reached back down to her breasts, squeezed her nipples painfully.

"I said, do you understand?"

Sherry nodded, "yeth, yeth," she sobbed through the gag.

The other man continued kissing her pussy, licking, lapping his tongue along her slit like a dog lapping up water. The man behind her caressed her breasts gently now, squeezing, rolling her nipples between his fingers.

Sherry closed her eyes and concentrated on trying to cum. She pretended it was her hubby between her legs, pretended she had given in to his demands to share, that it was someone he had invited behind her, groping her breasts.

After a few minutes she felt her body shuddering, beyond her control. The man behind her pinched her nipples – she flinched, and he laughed, then pinched harder. She tried bending forward, moving from his reach, but he held, and the man between her legs pulled back and bite her on the inside of her left thigh. Gently at first, then harder, until she stopped struggling.

The woman on the bed called out – a guttural sound and Sherry looked that direction. The woman looked upward, toward the ceiling, gasping and making noises. Randy, his arms abound behind him, was limited in his movements, but Sherry could tell he was cumming – he kept thrusting his hips upward in time with the woman's movements, his own body covered in a sheen of sweat. He called into the gag, his body a mass of tense, contracting muscles, and Sherry knew he was cumming now, cumming with a beautiful blonde woman, as far as Sherry knew the first time he had ever had sex with another woman since their marriage, and he was doing it right here, in their bedroom, as Sherry watched helplessly.

She suddenly screamed, jerked hard against the ropes holding her, closed her legs around the man's head, her own sounds in time with those of her husband and the woman on him. The man behind her pulled her body back hard against the chair, squeezing her breasts painfully. The man kneeling pulled his head from between her legs, moved toward the canvass bag the woman had carried, then pulled out two lengths of rope.

Sherry struggled, pointlessly, as the man looped one piece of rope around her right leg, just above the knee, then pulled her leg over to the arm of the chair and lashed it there. She watched, helplessly, as her husband came to climax, and felt a curious sensation as he did. Her own heart quickened, her breathing speeded up, and she felt herself aroused at the sound, at the sight, of the two of them reaching climax.

The man on the floor tied a second length of rope around her left leg, again just above the knee, and pulled that leg to the opposite chair arm – now her legs were pulled apart, wide, and tied in that manner, giving the man full access to her pussy.

And he took advantage, burying his face there again, tongue slipping in, tasting, exploring, playing against her clit.

Sherry's body shivered, and she found herself responding to him – to them, as the other man continued pinching and caressing her breasts. Her own breathing quickened, her heart raced. Despite tears flowing from her eyes, humiliation coursing through body, feeling the deepest shame she'd ever felt, she also felt her body responding, which made her even more humiliated.

That's when it happened.

The men both moved aside and the woman who had just fucked Sherry's tied up husband was upon her, kissing, her tongue slipping through the O-ring, deep into Sherry's mouth. Sherry tried to turn away, but the woman held her head tightly in place. Then the blonde kissed down Sherry's neck, ripped the chemise from Sherry's body and then began caressing Sherry's breasts as she slipped down, kissing Sherry's pussy.

Sherry struggled – she had never kissed another woman, had never wanted to – but the feel of the blonde against her, the woman's breasts rubbing down across Sherry's body, her hands on Sherry's breasts, and now, her mouth kissing Sherry's pussy, tongue playing inside, sent waves of shame and fear and frustration and…arousal through Sherry. She closed her eyes, moaned, and though her mind told her not to, Sherry lifted her hips – as much as she could – toward the woman's face.

Then the woman was back on Sherry's lap, licking Sherry's lips, pushing her tongue inside Sherry's mouth before slipping away.

The man who had stood behind her, who had played with her hair and her breasts, took the woman's place, climbing on the chair, straddling Sherry, his cock slipping inside her mouth. Sherry tried to turn her head, to move away, but she couldn't, and he shoved his cock deep inside her mouth, touching the back of her throat. She gagged, and he pulled back, before thrusting forward again, harder this time, his balls slapping against her chin. Sherry briefly thought it odd she'd notice such a thing, his balls slamming her chin, then he was thrusting again, his cock against the back of her throat, momentarily cutting off her air.

Sherry gagged. He slipped back once again then thrust forward. Sherry wasn’t able to move, to adjust the angle of her head, so she pushed against his cock with her tongue, guiding it, keeping it from touching all the way to the back of her throat. When she did he moaned, pulled back and then thrust harder. She pushed hard with her tongue, and she could feel the sweat breaking out on his body. The man began thrusting harder, faster, and Sherry kept her tongue pushed hard up under his cock constantly now.

Then she felt it – the second man, the shorter, more muscular one, the BLACK man, on the floor again, between her legs, his mouth against her pussy, tongue inside. The suddenness, the unexpected sensation, caught her off guard, sent waves of arousal through her body. She felt nearly every muscle in her body convulse, realized her own body was covered in sweat.

The man over her thrust harder and faster now, grunting with each movement, gasping for breath. The man between her legs mashed his face against her pussy as hard as it would go, as if he were trying to reach all the way up into her, his tongue playing, sending shock waves of arousing bouncing around inside her cunt, rolling over her body.

She tasted it before feeling her mouth fill – a salty, gooey explosion of cum in her mouth, shooting down her throat, slipping over her lips, rolling down her chin, as the man over her reached climax.

And that was the final straw. Sherry's own body jerked and shuddered, and she screamed as much as she could around the man's cock, her heart slamming inside her chest, her own breath little more than shallow gasps. Sherry tried closing her legs around the man's head, but the ropes held her firmly. Her body was a mass of uncontrollable shivers and waves of arousal, crashing into one another, her body convulsing so hard it was deliciously painful, while she also felt ashamed, felt like a slut, a whore, nothing more than a sex toy. She wanted to crawl in a hole and never, ever come out again.

Finally, the man over her pulled out, finished, but Sherry continued, her body jerking with climax, grunts and moans flowing from her mouth, along with her own saliva mixed with his cum drooling uncontrollably from her mouth.

Sherry's vision turned gray, she felt as if she might pass out, and then one final full-body convulsion rolled through her. Mercifully, she reached climax and then her body began to calm, slow. The man on the floor had moved away. Gradually, as her vision cleared, her heart rate slowed, Sherry realized the two men and the woman were all watching her, smiling.

She felt her face redden, but could do little else. She was still bound – her arms behind her, her legs pulled out to either side, nude, absolutely helpless. She glanced at her husband – he still lay on the bed, also bound, and Sherry realized these three had much more in store for her.

Just then the woman nodded, and the two men grabbed the chair and laid it down on the floor, so that Sherry was looking up at the ceiling, her lets up in the air, like being leaned back in the dentist's office.

The blond woman – she was nude now – she stepped over Sherry, straddling her, her feet out to either side of Sherry's head.

She looked down, smiled at Sherry, and then hot, stinking urine rained down on Sherry's face, into her open mouth. She turned her head, tried desperately to move, but couldn't. She laid there, the woman's pee splashing over her face, down over her chest, getting into her mouth.

Sherry gagged, she cried, as the woman peed and peed and peed.

Finally, mercifully, she stopped and stepped away, and Sherry laid there, crying, wondering how long the night might become.

The End

Bound and Ravised HARD ONCE AGAIN:

By FOUR People -- While Hubby Watches

By Deborah Cockram

Sherry watched as the men picked up her husband. He was gagged, blindfolded and bound, his arms tied behind him. She was bound too, even more severely – her wrists and elbows tied behind her, arms pulled up and hooked over the back of the chair. Her legs were splayed wide – a rope around her left thigh, just about the knee, tied to the left arm of the chair, her right leg bound in the same way to the opposite chair leg. An O-ring gag held her mouth open, prevented her from saying anything, forming any coherent words.

She watched the two men as they stood her husband up, steadied him and then stepped away. The blonde-haired woman stood off to the side and watched.

With the kids staying the night with friends, Sherry and her husband had been playing, having their own private bondage session, when the three strangers broke into their house. While her husband was usually the dominant in their bondage relationship, on this night he had agreed to let her take the lead. She had him trussed up and was just in the midst of driving him crazy when the three broke into the home and quickly bound her.

Already, the blonde had fucked her husband, and the two men, along with the woman, had ravished and tormented Sherry – the one, tall and slender, with short dark hair, had shoved his cock insider her mouth and thrust over and over until he came, shooting his semen down her throat, over her face, onto her body – while the second man, a black man who was shorter, but thicker, much more heavily muscled, with shoulder-length brown hair, had kissed and teased her pussy, his tongue plunging inside, playing, exploring.

What was almost as bad was they had made her cum, too. They had pinched and yanked on her nipples, spanked her with a leather strap, then threatened to beat her husband with the strap until his legs were raw and bleeding, if she didn't come as well. She had done it, had found that once she really, really focused on simply the sensations of them and not who they were, or what they were doing to her, that her body responded. No, more than responded – orgasm and exploded through her, and now she hated herself for it, felt like she was nothing more than a slut.

Now she sat, helpless, the man's cum mixing with her drool, running down her chin, dripping onto her breasts. Sherry shivered, wondering what they had in store for her next.

The blonde woman smiled, then stepped to Sherry's husband, Randy, removed his blindfold and took the gag from his mouth.

"What have you done to her?" he hissed. The blonde slapped him.

"Shut up," she said. "Or you'll see us do a lot more." As if to emphasize her point, the blonde stepped to Sherry, reached down and caressed the inside of her thighs. Sherry shivered as the woman knelt, her face inches from Sherry's pussy. The woman looked up at Sherry, leaned over a bit and flicked her tongue against Sherry's pussy. Sherry shuddered.

"Stop," Randy said.

The blonde looked up at Randy, then she gestured to the men. They stepped over, untied Sherry's legs from the chair, picked Sherry up and carried her over and dropped her roughly on the bed. Then the blonde grabbed Randy by the cock and yanked – he called out, but he followed as she led him to the chair, made him sit, then tied his bound hands to the back of the chair.

That's when Sherry heard it – a knock at their front door. She screamed as much as she could through the gag, writhing and rolling around on the bed, hoping against hope that whoever was there would hear her, know something was wrong. She watched as the two men glanced at one another, then looked to the blonde.

Another knock, this time louder.

The blonde slipped on her jeans, pulled on her t-shirt then hurried out. A few seconds later Sherry heard her, talking, laughing. Then she saw shadows coming down the hallway, and the blonde stepped back into the bedroom with a tall, lanky black man. He looked around the room, a stern expression on his face as his gaze fell first on the two naked men standing next to the bed, then on Sherry.

His mouth spread into a smile.

"We were afraid you'd miss the party," the blonde said.

Within seconds she and the new man were stripped, as nude as everyone else in the room.

The man climbed onto the bed, straddled Sherry, his hand caressing her breasts. He smelled of Old Spice, the same cologne her husband often wore. Any other time, the scent that close to her nose, she would have closed her eyes and breathed in. Instead, Sherry whimpered, tried to shrink into herself.

His hand played along her chest, from one breast to the other. She glanced down and was struck by the contrast of his dark skin against the pale complexion of her breasts. She watched as his fingers played, circling, spiraling around, finally finding her right nipple. He pinched, rolled her nipple between his fingers as he leaned forward, taking her left nipple in his mouth, gently suckling.

He pulled off of her nipple, roughly, send a jag of pain rolling through her.

"My darling, you are ours for the night, you understand?" he asked, his voice a deep baritone. Had he been speaking under any other circumstances, she would have enjoyed hearing that voice. "That means, you do as we say. And for now, I want you to like this. I want to hear noises from you, like I was your hubby and this was foreplay. And when I tell you to, you cum, and cum hard. Otherwise, I might just cut your hubby's balls off."

"You son of a bitch, get off he—"

It was Randy, and the blonde slapped him hard, then shoved the gag back into his mouth, wrapping it around his head far too tight and yanking it taught as she tied it off in the back.