Maiden Maid-Chapter 7 Bound and Penetrated from Behind

Sara saw it when Michael pushed it in front of her. It was a wooden structure, large boards supported the pedestal securely. The top edge was an upholstered bolster, hip high. It was about eight inches wide, leather covered. A thick leather belt was on each side, a shiny metal buckle gleaming in the light. “This will keep your ass arched up, Sara. It will allow me to fuck into your asshole deeper and will make the thrusts into your tight asshole harder, the bolster preventing you from pushing away. You will not like it, but this is all about pleasuring my cock in your virgin asshole.”

She cringed when she heard his description. She already knew it was going to hurt when he fucked her in the ass, his fingers had already been painful enough. Now he had planned to make it even more painful. She saw him letting her arms down a bit, letting a little slack in them. She knew it wasn’t because he felt sorry for her, she knew it was so she could be forced back onto the evil contraption, her asshole served up for his pleasure. 

He moved the bolster in front of her pushing it up against her hips. He moved behind her, grabbing her by the hips and pulling her backwards, her ass having to arch backwards, her outstretched arms securely tied to the eyebolt, preventing her upper body from doing anything but stretching backward. He pulled the bolster back with him as he pulled her back, pushing it tightly up against her hips as he did. Her ass arched up and back with each shove of the heavy bolster.

She felt her body being stretched backwards. The ropes on her wrists kept her upper body tightly stretched, her back having to bow back, her breasts beginning to hang down unfettered as her hips were pulled back. He kept pulling her back, her feet having to rise up on her toes as she was slowly pulled up into the position he desired for her. She felt her ass beginning to arch upward, her hips pushed against the bolster, holding her back, her ass having only one alternative, to thrust outward.

He ran his hands up and down her flanks, feeling how taut her muscles were, her ass cheeks pushed up, her legs still together. He would allow that momentarily. When he was ready, he would secure her spread eagle to the legs and pin her waist to the bolster with the heavy leather strap. For now he wanted to see her ass swaying. He intended on spanking her first and would enjoy seeing her shake her ass, giving him a glimpse of her pussy and asshole as she moved about. “Comfortable, Sara,” his hands running up and down her ass crack, feeling her keeping her cheeks tightly clenched. “You look so beautiful, bound and posed for me.” He let his fingers run between her legs, running along her pussy lips, feeling her juices dripping down her thighs. “I like how your ass is arched up for me,” his hands grabbing her hips, his cock rubbing up against her naked ass cheeks, unable to escape. “Yes, it’s going to feel so nice once I feed your tight, hot asshole my cock,” he taunted her.

She could do nothing to escape his fondling hands, unable to prevent them from running over her intimate body, feeling her juices, knowing that her own body was betraying her. “OOOOWWW,” his hand crashing down on her naked ass cheek, slapping painfully against the skin.

He let his hand roam over the spot, already feeling the heat from the slap. “It’s already turning a lovely pink, Sara.’ “SSSSLLLPP,” his hand again returning to her ass cheek, this time the other, watching as her body jerked, the bolster doing its job and preventing Sara from trying to escape. “Need to heat your ass up first, makes it that much more sensitive when I fuck you,” his hand again fondling her ass sensuously, teasing her until the next spanking. “Do you like that Sara,” his hand slapping her other cheek again, this time the skin turning a darker red, hitting the identical spot.

“NNO, OOOW, I don’t like it,” she cried out. She began to move her hips to the side, the only direction she could move to escape the slaps on her ass. Another slap, her hips shifting to the other direction, the fondling of her ass cheeks less, the slaps coming more often.

“Yes, I like that Sara, make your ass dance for me,” slapping her again and again, backing up, wanting to get a glimpse of her pussy and anus as she inadvertently allowed him access when she tried to avoid the stinging spanking he was administering. He began to pick up the pace, not only hitting her ass cheeks, but paying attention to her delicate thighs, slapping between her legs, making her bow her legs out, her pussy clearly visible between. “Yes, dance Sara, show me your pussy.”

She couldn’t help herself, she only wanted to avoid the pain, but she knew she was unintentionally giving him a show, letting him see her pussy peeking out, or her clenching anus as her cheeks reluctantly relaxed after a particularly hard spanking. Her ass was a mass of pain, feeling hot like it was on fire. “Please, no more,” she begged.

“Very well, I’ll stop, just tell me to stop spanking you and fuck your asshole.” His hand shot out again, this time hitting her ass cheek even harder, the slap ringing out in the room. He heard her scream. Two more slaps were necessary before he heard her voice.

“Please, Sir, stop spanking me and fuck my asshole,” she begged him convincingly.

He pulled his cock out of his pants, stroking the hard member, moving around in front of her so she could see it. “This is what your tiny asshole is going to have to take inside. It’s going to hurt you, but it will be so pleasurable for me.” He moved behind her again, grabbing the heavy, thick leather belt and passing it over her waist before securing it tightly into the buckle. He made it especially tight, making it difficult for Sara to breathe. That would take her mind off the cock that was going to be slowly fed up into her tight asshole.

She could only take short, shallow breathes, the belt too tight. She felt hands at one of her ankles, a thick hand gripping the tiny ankle and pulling it open until it stretched to the widest expanse of the support legs. She felt another leather belt tightening on it. The hand moved to the other side, but not before it ran up between her outstretched legs, rubbing up and down her pussy lips, now completely soaked with her juices. “You’re awfully wet, Sara, do you like being taken like this?”

He took her other leg, one hand on the inside of her thigh and began to spread it out to the other support leg, watching as he slowly split her up the middle. “I need you open for me, your pussy and especially that tiny little asshole open for my cock.” He pushed harder, her legs moving towards the other side.

It felt like her sex was splitting apart. The support legs were widely spread, and now her legs would have to match them. John might have done a good job building it, but she thought he misjudged the spread necessary for her. She was sure that Michael was going to tear something in her. “Pleeeze, don’t spread them over that far. I’ll keep them open for you, just don’t tie that one,” she begged. “”OOOWWW,” the pain continuing.

“Now, now, Sara, you can do it. Teenage girls are so supple, you can spread open for me.” He pushed on her leg until he could reach the other thick, leather strap. He pulled it around her ankle, letting go of her ankle once he had it trapped in the band of leather, tightening the shiny metal buckle. He sat back behind her, his cock jerking in excitement at the sight of Sara. She was bent over the bolster, her arms pulled up high, her naked back arching downward, her ass forced to arch upward. Her legs were spread wide, her pussy lips pulled open by the unnatural spread, her tiny anus now stretched open, the crack in her ass barely noticeable because of the spread. His hands reached out to run over her ass cheeks, fingers touching her anus before moving down to her soaked pussy, her juices lightly coating the red hair of her bush. He lightly tapped her pussy from behind with his fingers, tapping the tender wet insides. “You’re so wet, Sara. That’s good, I’ll use your juices to coat my cock when I fuck your asshole. It’ll be much easier for me. I don’t want your asshole tearing the skin off my cock.”

He moved behind her, stepping between her spread legs, his hard cock jutting out in front of him, pushing it up against her ass cheeks. He let his fingers slowly run up her sides, her body twisting, trying to avoid the tickling fingertips. He moved up higher, pressing his body onto her back, reaching around and grabbing her hanging breasts, his cock jerking as he squeezed her teenage tits. “You have great tits, Sara,” his fingers grabbing her nipples, twisting them.

She could feel the sharp pressure on her nipples, his fingers tightening on the tips and twisting them. She couldn’t move, her arms bound, her breasts hanging free, unable to stop the abuse on her sensitive nipples. “OOOH,” she cried out as Michael pulled her nipples down, pulling them from her body. They must be over two inches by now, swollen and sore.

Michael moved back, his hands sliding down her back, a faint sheen of sweat already appearing. He reached over to the table, finding the small bottle of oil, letting it slowly run down her back to slide between her cheeks, running over her slightly opened anus.

Sara could feel the warm oil running down her body, his hands following the liquid, slowly rubbing the oil over her naked ass and over her exposed anus. She could feel him kneeling behind her, his hot breath blowing on her open sex. She felt two slick fingers poised on the outside of her anus, peeling back the tiny hole, the cool air rushing into her intimate opening. One finger pushed against the hole, her sphincter trying to clench tight, but the slick oil prevented it from gripping on the digit and her anus was forced to spread open. She could feel the skin stretching, the thick finger slowly being forced into her rectum, unable to stop her sphincter from clenching and unclenching on the unnatural object thrust inside her.