Colette 2 The Descent

by Polecat

Self-Published

This book is written in English

Style: Male Dom - M/F, Bondage /BDSM Enslavement

Published: 7 / 2010

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STORY DESCRIPTION

Colette continues her travels into submission and excess. She will find herself degraded and enslaved in ways far beyond her wildest dreams.

He takes his time, kissing my lips and my breasts; his tongue explores the folds of my pussy, so recently recovered from my encounters with the mule. I gasp in an ecstasy of arousal; I feel my juices flow soaking his face. I am so ready to receive him. He has me get on all fours, straddling Gigi's supine body; he will enter me from behind. I don't care which of my entrances he uses, I need to come.
He enters my front, I gush, I gasp, I rock back against him. He lasts a long time; he has come twice already tonight. I feel my own orgasm, hovering just beyond my reach, just a little more, but I cannot get there. His arms around me, his hands pinch my nipples.
"Harder," I ask.
But it is not enough.
I reach back and when he pulls back I grasp his rod and deftly insert it in my rear. He barely notices. He pounds in my rear entrance with mounting fury. Almost there, almost there.
I open my eyes. Gigi watches my face, mesmerized. I remember the clamps.
"The clamps," I gasp.
She doesn't understand.
"Please."
She looks at me, bewildered.
My breath comes in ragged gasps, I can barely speak, "The…clamps, please… now."
She finally understands. Luis ploughs my ass harder and faster, I close my eyes, throwing my head back, and then a flash of pain when the clamps crush my nipples.
"Yes!" I scream as a wall of red lust hits my bowels.
The world around me turns red, wave after wave of orgasmic bliss shake my body. When it's over I collapse on Gigi, my mind and body reeling from the aftershocks of my orgasm. I do not feel Luis' spent cock sliding out of my rear entrance, nor do I hear, I'm sorry to say, Gigi's whimpers as my movements thrust the needles on her breasts deeper into her flesh.