Status Adjustment
Part 9
All four of them approached Bonnie who was scrunching herself up against the
headboard as best she could in her bonds, trying to get as far away from the
group as possible. Art grabbed her by the ankles, pulled her into the middle of
the bed, then easily flipped her over on to her stomach.
"There is a God." The excited Art, practically shouted.
Linda and Yvonne giggled at his excitement, the chastity belt was designed in a
way that left Bonnie's rear crevice open and accessible. Standing directly
behind him, Johnny just smiled and mumbled to himself.
"Don't thank God, Art, thank Tina."
Art quickly untied Bonnie's legs and pulled them apart like a wishbone, Bonnie
made some futile attempts to twist her body over but she was held fast.
"Just look at that fucking ass, have you ever seen anything so fine?", Art
inquired, obviously very excited.
Art released her ankles but positioned himself on his knees between Bonnie's
legs, his own legs keeping hers still well spread, he used his thumbs to
separate her rear cheeks, displaying the tight, crinkled bud of her anus to his
friends.
"Man, just look at that pretty little thing, winking right at me." Art turned to
Johnny. "What do think?" "Is it OK with you Johnny?"
"Be my guest Arthur, it will serve the bitch right, she would never let me do
that, said she didn't allow it."
No one paid any attention to Bonnie's muffled protests but went about their
business, Art asking for the bag of goodies they had brought along. Bonnie
tensed her ass cheeks at the first cold touch of Art's vaseline coated finger,
she instinctively puckered her sphincter muscles but his well lubricated finger
easily slipped through the resistance. Bonnie squealed with indignity as he
finger fucked her virgin asshole, then tried scooting her body up the bed when
Art inserted a second finger. Yvonne pushed Bonnie's face into the large damp
area where her profusely drooling mouth had emptied onto the bed, holding her
steadily in place.
Both girls watched with keen interest as Art prepared for his conquest of
Bonnie's rear passageway, applying a clear, liquid lubricant to his stiffened
penis, he slid his hand up and down his elongated tool until it was saturated
and glistening.
With all the preparations completed, Art pulled a reluctant Bonnie up to her
knees, Yvonne still keeping her face pressed solid against the mattress, then
placed the head of his cock against her small brown wafer, buried beneath gobs
of vaseline. Art imagined the initial penetration to be difficult but his clever
preparation had payed off, he glided his cock slowly between the once proud
cheeks of Bonnie Clarke's bottom, Fascinated beyond belief, Linda and Yvonne
watched Art's prick disappear inch by inch into the depths of Bonnie's rectum
until he held perfectly motionless, his manhood buried to the hilt in Bonnie's
tight, elastic rear sheath.
Bonnie's bowels were on fire with searing, white hot pain as she screamed
maniacally into her gag. Then with one sweeping withdrawal and thrust, her
sounds became unrecognizable as human, more like those of a wounded animal. With
his hands held tightly around Bonnie's tiny waist, Art began to pummel her with
quick withdrawals and deep hard thrusts, Bonnie was nearly unconscious, emitting
involuntary grunting sounds with each of his thrusts when Art finally exploded.
Art's jet stream was powerful and it's load hefty, he left his organ deep in
Bonnie's orifice long after the pulsating had stopped, squeezing every drop of
his sperm into her bowels. When Art withdrew his cock a long squelching sound
escaped from Bonnie's anus, causing laughter from her four tormentors. Yvonne,
still clamping down on Bonnie's head spoke to the two guys.
"OK Art, you've had your fun for the evening, you and Johnny go on home, Linda
and I will take care of the queen, we have a couple of things to go over with
her about her new status in life."
As Johnny and Art left, they could hear the two girls going about their
business.
"God it looks like she took a piss."
"Don't worry about it, with that belt on we can't clean her up anyway."
"Let's carry her over to the couch, out of the mess and then get her gag off, I
have some ideas on how to put her mouth to work."
THE END
