Hanny’s
Night
It was after
six in the evening, as Hanny sat on one end of the leather couch in her house
and sipped from her glass. It had been a
week since she had finally managed to remove from her home that bastard of a
boyfriend, although it had been a close run thing and it needed the involvement
of the local police towards the end,
Of course,
there was one advantage to their presence – they had arrested him when he had
threatened to do something fairly despicable to her, and he was in custody – so
she felt a lot safer than she had for some considerable time. In fact, as she stretched her legs out along
the brown leather, she felt truly happy again.
Hanny was in
her early fifties, her long brown hair falling over her shoulders, and she was
wearing a tight fitting black and white print dress, cut to reveal just enough
of her ample chest, the wrap top with a bow just below her breasts, the skirt
sitting above her knees. Brown open toed
sandals completed her outfit, while she also wore black thin rimmed glasses.
“Peace, perfect
peace,” she said quietly to herself – and then she heard the sound of breaking
glass. Slowly, she put the glass down on
the coffee table, and stood up – only to stare at the doorway as it was pushed
open, and three men came in. They were a
little older than her, casually dressed – and one in particular made her gasp.
“What the
hell…”
“Shut your
mouth, you stupid cow,” the man she recognised said as the other two men came
over, grabbing Henny by the arms and holding her tight as he walked over. “Where do you get off, getting my Vincent
arrested?”
“Carl, what the
fuck do you…”
“I told you to
shut it,” Carl said as he slapped Henny’s cheek hard, dropping the bag on the
floor he was holding as he did so. “You
need to be taught a lesson or three.”
“What do you
mean…”
“Oh don’t worry
– I will teach, you will learn.” Carl
was smiling now, an evil grin as he said “hold her arms behind her.”
The two men
pulled Hanny’s arms behind her back, forcing her chest out as Carl opened the
bag and took out a length of thin white rope.
He handed it to one of the men while the second held her elbows together.
“You wouldn’t
dare…”
“He would – do
it Hans.”
The man doubled
the rope over and wrapped it round Hanny’s arms, pulling it so tight her elbows
were touching as the rope went round and between her thin limbs. She was shocked this was happening to her, as
her shoulder blades were pulled back, her breasts forced up and out as the rope
was tied off.
Carl handed a
second length of rope to Hans, Hanny feeling the cords cutting into her wrists as
they were bound tightly together. He
held her chin in his hand as he whispered “you are nothing, bitch – nothing but
a toy for us to use.”
The spittle hit
him full in the face as Hanny twisted round, but Carl just took a white
handkerchief from his pocket, wiped his face – and then stuffed the cloth into
her mouth, stifling her calls as the ropes were tied off.
“Get the rest
of the rope, Edgar.”
The third man
nodded as he went to the bag and pulled out a much longer length of rope – and
a large pair of scissors, Hanny’s eyes widening as he laid them on the couch,
and then walked behind her, doubling the rope over in his hands as he did so.
She glanced
down as it was passed round her, and then pulled tight under her chest, she
could feel the pressure on her body as the rope was taken round and pulled
tight on her upper body as well, the rope rubbing no the bare flesh of her
breasts as pass after pass was made, each pass tighter than the last, each tightening
forcing the ropes to frame her chest, force her upper arms against her sides,
her forearms against her back.
She was
helpless, unable to call for help as the ropes were tied off – and then shorter
lengths tied between her upper arms and body, making the bands tighter still…
“Phlssshshtphhnhhh…”
“Oh no, bitch –
we’re just beginning,” Carl whispered as he stared into her eyes, and then
grabbed her chest, squeezing hard as Hanny screamed out - only the muffled
sounds escaping as the cloth got wetter in her mouth. Carl kneaded her flesh, as she felt the
breast tissue begin to firm up - and the initial shock was replaced with
something else…
“Whtsshhphnhhnhhh?”
“Oh you little
sow – you’re enjoying this aren’t you?
Hans – take over.”
He removed his hands
and picked up the scissors as Hans reached round and started to grope Hanny,
his hands squeezing hard as she felt Edgar using more of the rope to pull her
ankles together, and then her legs below her knees. She closed her eyes, trying to fight against
the way her body was starting to respond to the attentions being bestowed on
it…
“Shhhhhhttt….”
“she is
enjoying this,” Hans laughed as Carl started to cut through the seams on
Hanny’s sleeves, the cool air hitting her arms as the cloth was pulled away –
and then he cut up from the hem of the skirt, as far as her belly before he
grabbed both sides and ripped the dress to the neckline. As the material parted,
he saw her black lace bra and panties, and laughed before he said “you are a
little slut, aren’t you?”
“Phllssdhntdshthsss…”
“Shut the fuck
up,” he growled as Hans squeezed harder, and then cut through the straps and
centre of her bara, exposing her breasts to the air as he did so. She could now feel the ropes rubbing on her bare
flesh as she twisted round – but she wasn’t sure if it was to get Hans to stop
or to make him grope more firmly now…
He was now
starting to pinch her nipples, making her yelp softly as she felt the pain of
the pinch. Edgar stood up and smiled
before he kissed her, holding her head as his lips pressed firmly on hers. She wanted to retch, to scream, but she could
not move – and when she did, the ropes rubbed on her.
“Do you want to
know what I want to do to Vincent’s little slut?”
“What, Edgar?”
“This.”
Hanny’s eyes
opened wide as she screamed at the sudden pain of the metal clamps that were fastened
onto her nipples, Hans continuing to grope and squeeze her as she glanced to
down and saw the gold clamps with the chain running through them. The pain was delirious, excruciating, as fire
started to burn where metal met flesh…
Yet it felt so
good as well…
“Get on your
knees, you stupid little whore.”
“Hwdhdhruuhhhnhhh,”
Hanny mumbled as she was forced by Hans to kneel on the floor, his grip still
firm on her chest as Carl stood back, and Edgar slowly opened up the front of
his pants. She stared at the sizer of
his cock – as she felt Hans pull her back against himself, and she felt the
large throbbing bump against her bottom.
“Phllhssss…”
“Kiss it.”
She shook her
head, before Edgar grabbed her hair and yanked it hard.
“Kiss. IT.”
Hanny felt she had
no choice as she placed her lips on his cock, and she felt Hans pulling her
panties down, the fire in her nipples turning into a dull but pleasant
throbbing. What was happening to
her? She was bound, gagged, two men
assaulting her while a third watched – and she was – welcoming it?”
The cloth was suddenly
pulled form her mouth, Hanny coughing before she looked at Carl and whispered
“why?”
“To teach you how
is in charge,” Carl whispered, as she was pulled back against Hans and Edgar
stepped forward.
“go on, bitch –
you know you want to…”
“I don’t…”
“DO IT!”
Hanny slowly
placed her lips over Edgar’s cock and then pulled back, the soft popping sound
making him laugh as Hans pressed against her.
“Take it in,
Slut – you’re going to get the full pleasure.”
Hanny slowly
nodded as she started to put his cock in her mouth, her tongue running over the
base as she tried not to retch at the sweat and dirt taste. She could feel the throbbing on her tongue,
but also against her bottom as Hans, his groping making her rub against his
crotch as she struggled.
“Keep going…”
Hanny started
to bob her head back and forth as she heard a zip sound from behind her,
feeling Edgar’s member growing larger and throbbing ever more strongly on her
tongue as it was forced against the floor of her mouth, but she could also feel
a pulsing behind her as something long and hard was stroked up and down the
crack in her cheeks.
“Phlsssss…”
“As you wish,
slut.”
Hanny wondered
why Hans had said that – and then she opened her eyes wide as she felt him
enter her anal passage, the throbbing as he thrust to and fro from behind adding
to the throbbing on her tongue was Edgar held her head tightly in her
hands. The pain and the sensations were
ripping through her now, making her shake as her own body responded to the
three pronged assault, and she felt both cocks expanding inside her, tasting
the pre-cum as it leaked to the back of her throat.
It was the way
her own body was responding as well that frightened her -it as if she wanted
this to happen, wanted to feel them both give to her, and her body was yearning
for it to happen.
Both men were
panting now as they moved to and fro with her, before she felt the hot salty
flow on the back of her throat, felt the explosion inside her passage, and heard
both men scream as she screamed out as well, forced to swallow, forced to
endure…
“You enjoyed
that, didn’t you,” Carl whispered as Edgar let go and Hans withdrew, Hanny
panting as the thin white lien drooled from the corner of her mouth, and she
felt the drip behind her as well.
“You… You…”
“Hush, you
fucking bastard,” he said as he knelt in front of her, and stuffed her panties
into her mouth – followed by her bra, before he took a roll of white tape from
the bag and wrapped it tightly round her head, covering and sealing her
mouth. “You two go and clean off, see
what you can find – I need to punish the slut.”
“Phlssnhmhhhrrrr…”
Hans and Edgar
nodded as they walked out of the room, while Carl forced Hanny to turn and face
the couch, pushing her head down as she was forced to inhale the leather scent.
“What did you
say, slut?”
“Nhhh…. NHmmhhrrr… HMHGHD!”
Her eyes opened
wide as the maple wood panel was brought down smartly on her bottom, which was
already sore and throbbing from the previous assault. She then felt Carl’s hand rubbing her cheeks,
before the paddle came down again.
“You deserve to
be punished, don’t you?”
Hanny shook her
head – only for the paddle to connect again, and then the rub of Carl’s hand,
the smack…
The rub…
The smack…
The rub…
And as it
continued, Hanny slowly felt herself sinking into a dream state, as if her body
was allowing her mind to let go so that it could experience all that was going
on, so that it was allowed to respond without the debate of the morality, the
rights and wrong of the situation and her position.
IT was almost
as if she wanted, craved the sensations as the fire started to burn through her
now…
“Hmmghddhhhhh…”
“Do you want my
present now?”
Hanny nodded as
she felt the fingers at her clit, stroking up and down as she shook before the finger
slipped into there, stroking round as her most secret of places were touched.
“SHHHM<MMMMMMMMMMMMMMM”
“Oh yeah – you
do want this…”
She was in a
daze now as she felt Carl straddle her bound legs, and then felt him take her
from behind, gripping his cock as he entered her, the juices flowing freely now
as she thrust to and fro form behind.
This was her animal nature taking over, as she growled, the pain still
fresh in her bottom as he thrust froward and inside her…
“HHYHHHHHHHHHHSSSSSSSSSSSSSS”
The orgasm,
when it came, was overwhelming as Carl came inside her, her whole body shaking
as the pain, the fire, washed over her mind, her soul, her every essence of her
being. It seemed to last an eternity, as
she slipped into unconsciousness….
It was the
buzzing she was aware of first – the noise, and the sensations inside her as
she moaned and tried to move – only that was not possible. She moved her fingers, and felt the heels of
her sandals as she opened her eyes.
She was lying
no her floor, naked, hogtied, still gagged – but with one more rope tied
between her breasts. A rope that had
been wound round the base of her breasts first, so that they were engorged, and
then taken down, between her legs, behind her – and she realised there was
something else working on her between her legs as well.
“She’s awake.”
Her whole; body
shook as she looked at the three men.
“Good,” Carl
said quietly, “you just stay right there bitch – and if you tell anyone we did
this, then we won’t leave you like this next time.”
“Phrhmmisss?”
Her words were
quiet, not heard above the buzzing as her whole body began to shake again, and
they walked out…