She nearly came when he touched her, the three of them watching her as Miguel casually played with her pussy. And she could do nothing about it. Even if she wanted to. The panic of being bound had changed to excitement, her body not her own any longer, Miguel could use it in any manner he wanted. Including letting the other two soldiers have her. His fingers felt so good, brushing lightly over her hairs, sending tremors of pleasure into the root of each follicle. She wanted so much to push her pussy harder into his hand as he played along her slit, but the bondage prevented her from doing anything but take the pleasure as she could.
“Do you have a knife?” Miguel spoke to one of the soldiers.
“Yes, General.” He took out a large knife, a blade over six inches long, so sharp that he could split a piece of paper with it.
“Take her panties off. But be careful, I don’t want to hurt her much.” Miguel moved to the side so the soldier could do his job.
Fear set in again when she saw the size of the knife. It gleamed in the bright lights. He would be touching her and making her naked from the waist down. Would he touch me also? Would Miguel let him?
The soldier smiled down at the beautiful girl that so willingly submitted to be bound and spread. The General had such power over young girls. He hoped he would have the chance to enjoy her. Maybe in some perverse way, the tight bondage not allowing her to protest any act he would want to perform on her. He showed her the knife, her eyes opened wide. “Hold still. Very still. I wouldn’t want to cut you.” His fingers moved to the side of the panties, the thin material silky as he pulled it up. He snapped the edge of the blade along the frail material, the knife cutting through it like butter, pulling away, a glimpse of her bush revealed. He moved to the other side, pulling it out until the knife snipped the last band of silk that held it around her, the front falling to reveal the top of her bush. Her pussy was so wet that the panties clung to her slit, pushed deep inside by the General’s fingers. He pulled up on the panties, dragging it slowly through her legs, his eyes glued to her pussy as the material dragged through her wet slit.
It felt so good, her panties rubbing along her sensitive inner lips, rubbing them so erotically, the young soldier staring at her pussy as he made her naked. She tugged on the chains that held her, confirming her submission. She never felt so helpless or excited as she did now. She felt the cold steel of the knife as the soldier slid the flat end of the blade through her lips, pushing back one lip, never feeling so open and exposed. The metal quickly heated up from her hot pussy, the soldier sliding the blade up and down, Monika’s body on edge, knowing the slightest wrong move would slice her pussy lips. And it only made her wetter.
“I think Monika deserves to cum for us.” Miguel moved to take the soldier’s place, wanting to be the first. “Would you like that, Monika?” His fingers slid over her mound, teasing the hairs of her bush, squeezing her puffy lips together, but depriving her of the more intimate touch she wanted.
She looked at the three of them staring at her naked pussy, Miguel rubbing her pussy, exciting her. “Y-y-y-yesss,” she stammered, her breathing ragged.
“Yes what, Monika? Tell me what you want.”
“To cum. Make me cum. Pleassse,” she begged.
Miguel’s fingers slid through her lips, pulling them apart to expose the moist, pink inner lips, smooth to the touch as his fingers explored every inch. From the bottom of her slit, up one side and down the other, his fingers gathering up her abundant juices as she squirmed ineffectively in the tight bondage. He exposed her as no one had ever done before, even her dark, mysterious hole beckoning his fingers to explore the deep recesses. She was moaning softly now, her head thrown to the side, her lips curled in pleasure, her eyes shut tight as she immersed herself into his gentle masturbation.
God, it felt so good, too good, his fingers seem to be everywhere, exploring her so intimately, even more than her doctor. And all the while the others stared at her most intimate body, and she could do nothing. His fingers pushed down to the tight opening of her pussy, remembering Michael’s cock that split her open only days ago, his fingers teasing at the tight hole. “EEEEWWW,” a finger snaking inside her, teasing at the tight hole, expanding it for something bigger or more fingers, Monika not caring which. She only wanted relief. It pushed the opening in ever expanding circles, stretching, preparing her.
His finger was tugged into the elastic opening of her pussy, clenching and unclenching on it, trying to drag them deeper into her. But he teased her, one finger soaked in her juices, teasing the tight opening but not going any deeper, her hips unable to screw her body any higher and impale her pussy on his rigid finger. He pulled the finger out, two fingers returning to press deeper into the soft folds of her pussy, pushing deeper into the hotly expanding passage, his fingers demanding entrance deeper inside her. She moaned softly as his fingers corkscrewed into the hot, tight passage, his other hand sliding up and down her slick inner lips.
She prayed that he would soon touch her clit, the organ swollen and needing attention. His fingers felt so good, her juices flowing freely between her thighs as she was masturbated. His fingers seem to be everywhere, two fingers pressing deeper inside her, his knuckles rubbing harshly against the soft, sensitive walls of her pussy, burrowing deep as his hand pushed against the tight opening as if he were trying to force his whole hand inside her. She could feel the stretching, but she cared little of the pain, only taking as much of the pleasure as she could. “AAAAHHHH,” his finger teasing her clit, pinching close to the base as the blood poured to the swollen tip, expanding quickly into an engorged bud, pounding hard in tune to her heart. He pinched harder, feeling like it would burst. Two fingers became three, shoving aside all resistance as they pushed deep inside her, only to pull back out and thrust back in, fucking her with the thick fingers. “EEEEEEHH,” a hard fingernail suddenly snapped across her clit, sending a shiver of pain and pleasure racing up her spine to her brain. Her body froze, her pussy tightening on the fingers inside her as she waited for the unknown, not sure if he would do it again or not.
Her clit was so swollen, teasing it from its protective hood, his fingers squeezing it like a tiny cock until it swelled with blood, hard and throbbing. Once it was a target, he snapped it hard with his fingernail, enjoying the clenching tightness of her pussy on his fingers from the unexpected touch. He opened her up more with three fingers, forcing the elastic walls to surrender to his thick fingers. His fingers returned to her clit, but this time they gently played back and forth over the tip, the swollen organ red and throbbing. Her body shook, her muscles contracted with each touch of his finger on her clit, Miguel knowing that she was ready to cum. Her quivering clit began to vibrate from his finger strokes, Monika suddenly cumming loudly, her pussy juices began to flood his fingers copiously, the only sound in the room was her cry of pleasure and the sound of his fingers sliding nosily in her drenched hole.
She came like no time before, Monika opening her eyes in shame as the three men watched her erotic gyrations in the spread-eagle bondage as she came all over Miguel’s fingers. Each time when she thought she was finished, Miguel’s fingers would snap new life into her pleasure button, teasing the swollen organ to unleash another flood of her juices on his fingers inside her. Finally her body slumped exhausted on the rack, feeling the wet juices flow between her widely spread legs. That is when she saw it, surprised she didn’t see it before. It was a camera lens aimed directly at the rack she was on, a red light above the peeping lens glowing brightly. How long was it on? How much had it seen? And who was watching it? Her mind raced with sordid scenarios. Her orgasm had taken the edge off, suddenly confronted with the reality of still being bound and spread. And half naked. And by the look of the bulges in their pants, in the company of some very horny men. “What’s that?” Her eyes pointed to the camera on the wall.