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  “Get ready, Alexis. Open your mouth and don’t move away or else,” he warned her. He pulled his cock out of her mouth but set the head on her lower lip. He saw her pink tongue inside as he began to stroke his cock. He wished she wasn’t bound so she could rub it, but he had to be content for now. He stroked faster as the cum built up in his balls. Then he felt it. He stood up on his toes as he felt his cum shoot up his cock. “Swallow it all, Alexis, or else.”

  It was disgusting when Jennifer saw it. She saw thick, white crème shoot out the head of his cock into her mother’s waiting mouth. Jennifer never thought it would be so much, but even when the first jet shot out, he stroked his cock until he shot a second load into her mouth. Her mother’s face was gnarled in a grimace as she took load after load of cum in her mouth. Jackson shot four times, each time less powerful and profuse, but by that time, her mother’s lips were covered in thick white crème that refused to move and her tongue was coated with a thick blanket of white crème. She saw her mother’s throat begin to move, knowing she was swallowing his cum. Jennifer could almost taste it in her mouth.

  Jackson never had it so good, Alexis sucked his cock so expertly, and now, she had his load of cum in her mouth. “Take the head inside and lick it clean. Don’t spill a drop; you’ll swallow all of it,” he warned her.

  She gulped, gagged and her tongue licked up all the foul crème. It was so thick that it almost refused to go down her gullet. It was hot and salty, blanketing her taste buds with the vile, acrid taste. She did the shameful act of cleaning all the cum from his cock as Jennifer watched her complete the humiliating act. Only when it was clean did she spit it out, but that didn’t rid her mouth of his foul taste.

  “See what you have to look forward to, Jenny.” Jackson finally left them reluctantly.

  “I’m sorry you had to see that, Jennifer. It was so degrading.” Alexis tried to apologize for what she was forced to do.

  “It’s okay; I know you didn’t do it on your own.” There was silence after that, but Jennifer couldn’t get the act out of her head. What would it feel like to have a cock in my mouth while I was bound and unable to stop him from doing what he wanted in my mouth? She’d never admit the thought to anyone, not even herself.

  CHAPTER 4

  Lord Michael’s Tribute

  “Be a good girl,” her mother told her as though she was going off to the first day of school, but they all knew this was much different.

  Priscilla said goodbye to her parents. This was something she never fathomed as she grew up. She left to be taken sexually by at least four older men, taken in ways that she didn’t even understand. She was a virgin, her mother told her little about what would happen, and her older friends wouldn’t tell her. They only told her, you’ll learn quickly.

  She was taken to a place that few had visited or at least would admit they’d visited it. She had the same short skirt and blouse she wore for her last examination by the doctor. The two guards held the door open for her, and when she entered, they closed it behind her, but they didn’t enter. It was a large room, brilliantly lit by torches all around the room. In front of the room was a large chair with a cluster of four chairs on a lower level in reverence to the power of the king. No one was in the room as she looked around. There were other furniture in the room, but all was shrouded in black cloths as though to hide their sinister purposes. It wasn’t long before a door on the other side of the room opened up. One man entered with four behind him. Priscilla had seen Lord Michael before, everyone knew the king. He was first man to enter. The four men behind him were the king’s council, recognizing Lord Joseph from her examination. She didn’t know the others from sight, but it had to be Lord William, Lord Harris and Bishop Roman.

  Michael wore his regal red robe made of the finest silk, naked beneath it as usual. The other lords followed him in blue robes of silk, just as fine, but not as regal as his, fitting their lower station in life. All were naked beneath them. All were hard and ready for this virgin beauty. Michael took his place on the throne and the others sat below him. “Come over here, Priscilla, so we can take in your beauty.”

  She walked over as if it were her last steps, until she stopped in front of them. They all looked at her, but none at her eyes, all gazed at her body, and from the bulge in their robes when they walked in, all were excited by her body. It was strange that she felt proud that she could inspire such lust in them, humiliated that she thought this. The thought of a man’s organ entering her terrified her at the same time it excited her. She’d be a woman when they finished with her.

  “Do you know why you’re here, Priscilla?” Michael wanted to be sure that she knew her role.

  “Yes, I’m here to please you, all of you.”

  “How will you do that?”

  “With my innocence and my body.” Her voice trembled as she said it.

  “Very good, begin. Slowly take off your clothes for us. Do it to excite us with your lovely, virgin body.” Michael’s cock felt like it would burst unless he could free it from his robes.

  She knew she’d have to take off her clothes for them, but this sounded much different than she expected. Lord Joseph had taken her clothes off, the same results but less shameful for her. She wasn’t sure how to do it sexily, but she tried. She stood there, spreading her legs, as Lord Joseph had required of her. Her fingers went to her blouse, plucking at each button and pushing the blouse to the sides to reveal her breasts. She wore no bra or any panties at her mother’s urging. At least she’d be naked quickly. She felt a flush on her chest as she opened the last button and pulled the blouse from her skirt. She looked down; half her breasts revealed though the blouse still covered her hardened nipples. Why do they grow so hard? She looked at the king as he stared at her chest, finally getting enough nerve to pull the blouse off her arms. She stood there, naked to the waist for all the men to see. Her nipples tingled with such excitement as they stared at her. She saw one of the lords reach for his crotch, and she was sure that was his big erection that his fingers clutched so passionately. Then, she remembered the words, do it sexily. Her hands reached up to her breasts, cupping the firm flesh in her hands, and then, her fingertips rubbed over the tips just as Lord Joseph did when he masturbated her. She never knew they were so sensitive until Lord Joseph teased them to such hardness, but it was so much better as the men watched her touch herself. She squeezed her nipples, and the pleasure shot to the depths of her breasts. She felt a shameful pleasure between her legs.

  Priscilla released her nipples reluctantly as she readied to rid herself of the last garment. Her fingers nervously opened each button as her other hand held her skirt up until she was ready. With the last button no longer holding her skirt together, she looked at the king as she let the waistband go. She felt the skirt slide down her legs and sit on her feet, naked for all to see except for her shoes. She did something bold, spreading her legs wider, able to feel her pussy lips open up. The king looked at her crotch with such attention.

  “You played with your nipples, Priscilla; do the same with that lovely pussy. Let us see it all. Pluck your lips open and show us your wetness.” Michael loved the sight of tight, virgin pussy lips, but he wanted more.

  She regretted that she’d touched her nipples; now, they wanted more. They wanted her to masturbate as she did in the privacy of her own bed. She had no choice; she had to pleasure them in any manner they wanted. It was her duty. She continued to look at the king while her hands reached down to her pussy. She felt the shameful wetness on her pussy lips as her fingers gripped them tight to keep them from escaping. She began to pull them open. More of the lords began to reach for their crotches, openly fondling what were very big erections beneath the robes, but the king refused to touch himself, intent on watching her perform. She didn’t stop until she felt the tug on her lips, spread wide until they ached. She pinched tighter to grip the oily lips to keep them from escaping.

  Michael looked at the virgin pussy opened up intimately for him to
see, and there was no doubt that she was wet and aroused. “I love the wet, pink inner lips, Priscilla. Stroke your slit, pleasure yourself, but don’t cum,” he warned her.

  She didn’t know whether she could stop an orgasm if she started. She’d never done it before. In her bed, it was always her goal to cum. Could I stop in time? She released her pussy lips, but one finger found her slit and pushed inside. She began to stroke it up and down, gathering up her increasing wetness. She looked at the lords as they stroked their organs beneath their robes, just as she did her pussy. But, she didn’t touch her clit, knowing that once she did, she’d be unable to stop the runaway train of her orgasm. She used two fingers now, up and down, pushing aside her lips to stroke her wetness. She looked as the king watched her shamefully masturbate for his pleasure.

  “Don’t forget your pleasure button. Let us see it, pinch it and reveal it to our eyes,” Michael ordered.

  She had to do it, reaching up and stroking her finger over the tip until it swelled up in pleasure. Only then did she pinch the base and feel all the blood pour to the tip. She looked down, turning red in shame when she saw how big and red it was. She held it tight around the base as her fingernail rubbed back and forth across the sensitive tip. Not even her sharp nail could dampen the pleasure from building up. Her hips began to move, unable to stop the gentle motion as the pleasure built up in her body. She didn’t know how much longer she could keep this up without exploding, shaming herself before these powerful men.

  “Stop!”

  The king’s voice rose up, demanding. She pulled her fingers away, afraid she’d done something wrong. She looked at him, not a smile on his face.

  “Turn around. I want to see your ass.”

  It shocked her when he said that, but then, she remembered the way Lord Joseph had touched her back there. The king wanted her to expose her ass to all of the lords, but she knew that he wanted to see her tiny anus. She turned around; at least, she wouldn’t have to see the expressions on their faces when she lewdly exposed her anus to their eyes. In spite of her shame, she knew she had to please the king. She spread her legs wider this time. Her fingers crept around her hips, and she dug them deep into her buttocks. She made her buttock muscles relax as her fingers slowly peeled her cheeks apart. She could feel the air in the room blow on her exposed anus as her cheeks parted and revealed her tiny, defenseless hole. To make sure she pleased them, she bent over deeply at the waist; her cheeks pulled apart as she pushed her ass back at them and exposed all of her intimate charms. She knew that she was shamelessly exposed, all the way from her anus to her pussy. She held the humiliating pose for long minutes, unable to control the contractions in her anus, feeling the muscles clench and unclench. Each time it did, her pussy muscles clenched tight as if pleasing an organ inside her virgin hole.

  “Turn around and stand up straight,” Michael’s voice rang out. It was time.

  She heard the king speak, but his voice came from a different direction. When she turned around, all of them had got up, and they walked over to where the black cloths draped over the mysterious objects. All of their robes pushed out obscenely as if tent posts were underneath them. She didn’t know that a man’s organ could be that big.

  They uncovered a large wooden chair with a padded seat. The chair had no arms and thick legs. They brought it over, dragging the heavy chair across the floor until it was in front of the other chairs but faced them. Priscilla walked over to it, standing there and waited.

  The king was only inches from her. He looked into her eyes as he opened his robe. It was made to come off easily, and it did. He dropped it to the floor. Naked, he sat on the chair.

  She tried to continue looking in his eyes, but she couldn’t resist. Her eyes went down to his crotch, and she felt the blush cover her face in a lovely pink shade as she gazed at her king’s organ. He was so big, too big. His organ stood out, six, seven maybe eight inches. It was thick, the skin on the shaft not tight on the shaft as it was on the head. The head was smooth, but it was a different color. It was so red that it was almost purple. It looked like a hat on top of a stalk, but in the center of it was a tiny hole. She knew enough about men that it was there he would squirt his cum. The shaft had thick blue veins that ran up the shaft, and it looked like it had tiny bumps and ridges on it. At the base of the shaft was a dense thicket of black hair, thick and wiry that stood up. He’d spread his legs, and she could see his balls hang down between them; more thick hairs covered the bag that hung down like low-hanging fruit on a tree. Her eyes were transfixed on his organ, even as he sat down.

  “Lay across my lap, Priscilla. I’m going to spank that lovely ass and warm you up for my cock.” She had a nice, plump ass, and it would take nicely to a spanking. Then, he’d visit her virgin pussy and take her innocence from her. She’d forever remember her first fucking, all women did no matter how good or bad it was.

  She didn’t expect this, fearing that they might be more physical than she thought. She had no choice, going to the side of the chair. His hands were out, ready to guide her as she slowly bent over, looking down to see the big organ stick up beneath her. His hand went to her back and guided her, lowering her until she felt his organ touch her. It jerked and shuddered as though it didn’t like it and tried to get away, but she slowly lowered her lower body over it until her head hung down. The blood rushed to her head as her hair dragged on the floor. The king’s hand smothered over her buttocks, just as Lord Joseph had done. She could feel his organ twitch and contract against her pussy, not knowing whether he liked it or not. His hand on her buttocks became bolder, gripping her cheeks with powerful fingers and pulling her open until her crack parted and she was revealed once again. When he pinched too hard, she moved her lower body and that set his organ fluttering and jerking beneath her. She could tell by his harsh touch that he liked it, repeatedly pinching her buttocks until he had her moving just the way he wanted.

  He began to spank her, slowly and deliberately. He started at the top of her buttocks and worked down her cheeks until he got to the soft flesh where her buttocks met the sensitive flesh of her thighs. He didn’t hit her hard, just enough to get her to squirm and move on his organ. When he felt her do it energetically, he’d hit the same spot a bit harder to enjoy it again. He worked over her cheeks until they turned red from his handprints.

  It bothered her that it didn’t hurt. Yes, it did a little, but the harder he hit, the more she moved, the more she rubbed on his organ. She had never had an organ move beneath her like this. It was as though it knew of her pleasure and touched her in all the right places. She found herself moving when he didn’t spank her. She felt wetness beneath her, but she didn’t know whether it was hers or his. She didn’t care, rubbing so delightfully, the sound of his large hand smacking her buttocks sounded so erotic.

  “It is time for you to give up your innocence, Priscilla.” He helped her off his lap, but she was reluctant, especially when she moved away from his cock. “I want you to face forward and straddle my legs. Reach between my legs and grab my cock. I want you to rub it on your pussy to get it wet and then push it against your virgin hole. Then, you’ll sit on my cock until my cock rips open your hymen. You’ll show my lords how well you can fuck your king.” He was ready for his cock to be bloodied by her virgin pussy.

  She straddled his hips, perched high on her toes so her pussy would tower over his organ without entering her. She reached down with two hands, knowing she wouldn’t be able to tame it with just one. The minute her fingers touched it, it jumped in excitement, moving quickly to grasp it with her other hand. Even with two hands around it, she could feel the muscles in it try to escape. It was big, her fingers barely able to get around it. She began to explore it with her hand, her fingers questioning as it touched the shaft and moved to the head. She never expected it to be so hot. She ran her fingers just beneath the head, finding soft skin that made his organ quiver and jump in her hand. Maybe it wasn’t trying to escape; it might like it so much that
it jumped in pleasure. Her fingers touched it intimately, enthralled by it and how big and excited it grew. She forgot all about what she was to do.

  “Rub my cock on your pussy, Priscilla.” Michael laughed; the young virgin loved his cock so much that she forgot what she was to do. He could understand that.

  “OOOHH,” she cried out in pleasure, not expecting such a thing when his organ touched her slit and pushed aside her lips with the full head. It was no longer an organ that touched her, it was his cock. Her pussy lips curled around it so lovingly, and she felt her juices begin to flow freely as she rubbed the thick head up and down her slit. But it was when she rubbed the head onto her clit that she felt it, not her wetness but his. She shuddered when the tip of his cock, where the hole was, rubbed on the apex of her clit. She felt the sudden flood of hot juices. She rubbed the cock back and forth as the pleasure raced through her body.

  “It’s time to take it inside you so I can feel the pleasure of your tight cunt on my cock.” Michael couldn’t wait any longer to claim his prize.

  Priscilla shuddered at the thought of how much it would hurt when she took her own virginity, but she knew she had to do it. She looked at the other lords in front of her, and now, they were naked. Four more cocks stood up majestically, all as big as the king’s cock. They stroked their cocks, but she knew that she’d have to pleasure them all in one way or another and that is what she feared, the unknown. Her toes grew cramped and tired from balancing precariously over his cock. She pushed her body down onto the head of his cock until she felt it snuggle up against the opening of her pussy. It was so much bigger, unsure how it would go inside without tearing her. She pushed down a tiny bit until she felt his cock trapped in her hole and then began to move her hips. She didn’t know why, but she moved them from side to side and felt his cock began to expand her hole. It didn’t hurt, not yet. Her body pushed down harder, and she felt her elastic hymen begin to stretch. She continued to move her hips from side to side, stretching her insides as the head of his cock began to fill her. She knew she had to end this. She gritted her teeth as her toes relaxed, and she fell about an inch. “OOOOWWW!” She felt the sharp pain sear her brain and then the wetness, yet she survived. She could feel his cock trying to move inside her, but she was too tight.