ABBARATH (4 page)

On and on we go. My bare feet touch the ground each time I descend, and my legs curl into a squatting position as I lift off once again. As I go higher, my legs dangle off the sides of the seesaw. The dildo is secure and snug inside me. The hard board of the seat slaps into my buttocks each time I go up, and it seems to be rougher and rougher as the seconds tick by. My chest heaves and I can see my breasts dancing.

“Have you eaten your Brussels sprouts, Gina?”

I’m almost too breathless to answer.

“Yes, Daddy.”

“Good girl. If you go on being such a good girl, I might go easy on your spanking.”

Spanking? Inwardly, I quail.

“But I’ve been a good girl, Daddy. Why spank me?”

“Spanking is always a good thing, baby doll. It teaches you discipline.”

We go on like this for many stretched minutes, until my head is spinning from motion madness.

Russell slows us to a gentle halt. He gets off his end and my end of the seesaw plummets, sending a jarring shudder throughout my entire butt. My vagina feels sore with all the fucking.

He removes me from the dildo, which is now covered with a layer of my fluids. I can hardly stand properly. My entire groin area aches from the pounding I received.

“How’s my little baby girl holding?”

“I need to rest a while, Daddy.”

“Go ahead, doll.”

He gathers me up in his strong arms and holds me to his chest. My legs dangle off his arm and he supports my back and shoulders with the other. His eyes are crinkled and his mouth is smiling as he looks down at me – naked and vulnerable. He’s so incredibly handsome. I can drown in his splendid blue eyes.

He carries me into the playroom.

“Want some more milk, baby doll?”

“No thank you, Daddy.” My entire body is tingling.

He puts me on a long couch and lets me be for a while. He turns to busy himself with the rocking horse. His back is to me so I cannot see what he’s doing.

When he has finished, he beams as he turns to me again.

“You ready for your spanking, baby doll?”

My spirits sink. Do I dare say no?

I straddle the rocking horse. It’s rather large, about the size of a small pony. Russell has stuck a huge dildo with a suction cup on its base onto the saddle. The dildo fills and stretches my entire pussy, which is already sore from overuse. My nipples are clipped with a pair of furred clamps, which are in turn attached to two chains which are linked to the two handles on either side of the horse’s wooden head.

My hands are left unshackled. My fingers clutch at the bridle at the horse’s neck. My legs are bent at the knees, and my feet are placed neatly in the stirrups at both sides.

Russell runs his hands over my buttocks, which are placed high and protuberant upon the saddle.

“So soft,” he murmurs, “so virginal.”

A tremor runs down my spine. He gropes and kneads my soft flesh, as if he’s ripening them up for the kill. At the same time, he cups and strokes the undersides of my breasts. His touch is soft, gentle.

Like that of a cherished lover.

He tugs at the chains to make sure my nipples are secured tautly. I can scarcely breathe for fear of dislodging the clamps.

“Very good, Gina. Make sure these don’t come off, or there’ll be hell to pay. Now ride.”

He smacks the rump of the horse. The rockers attached to the legs of the horse begin to creak with increasing vigor. The fiberglass cock in my pussy is not pliant or yielding, and so my vaginal walls are pushed and rocked harshly against its hard shaft.

It’s a feeling like no other.

Compared to the seesawing movements earlier – which made use of the nailing motion coupled with the free fall of gravity – this is completely different, like that of a stick whittling in a hole.

Sometimes the force is rotational. Other times it’s on the same axis. I clutch at the bridle for dear life, feeling my buttocks slip on the saddle, thus slamming my back pussy wall against the cock.

The clamps on my very erect nipples are pulled taut by the chains, and then released, and then pulled taut again. I angle my tits forward so that the chains cut me some slack.

Beside the rocking horse, Russell undresses. He does this slowly – languorously – as he strikes the rump of the horse occasionally to keep it going. I have never seen Russell naked before, and I can’t help but avert my head to admire his body.

He obviously works out.

Of the Devlin family, he has the most impressive build yet. His pectorals are bulging and magnificent, and his broad shoulders are shaped like a bodybuilder’s. Thick veins run down his arms, denoting that he frequently pumps iron. His legs are a work of art. And his cock. Oh – his wonderful cock! I swear it must be at least ten thick inches long. Its girth is fat and broad, and the flesh within his tight, bursting skin looks iron hard and substantial. It’s as perfect as an anatomical model for show in a doctor’s office. It stands proud and tall above his large balls and below his rich thatch of blond pubic hair.

Leaving me grunting on the rocking horse, he turns to retrieve something from a cabinet. When he turns again, I see it for what it is – a flat paddle.

He returns.

“Very good, Gina, keep going.”

I’m too winded to answer.

He positions himself at the right side of the rocking horse.

“Are you ready for your punishment, Gina?”

My throat feels raspy and dry.

I manage a squeak, “Yes, Daddy.”

I close my eyes, waiting for the pain.

It comes all too soon. Down comes the paddle on my buttocks.

Smack!

“Ooof!” I say.

My buttocks sting and flood with sudden warmth. The rocking of the curved blades gathers force.

Smack! The second one takes me by surprise on the heels of the first. They can hardly be seconds apart. The rocking horse goes faster yet. Tears of pain come into my eyes. Inside my vagina, the merciless penis oscillates against all my walls.

Smack!

Russell is grinning. I steal a peek behind me. My ass is now florid and scarlet. Indeed, it feels very hot. The pain flares again – bright and immense like a nebulous cloud spreading all over. Unlike a cane, the pain is concentrated over a larger area – a band of white fire that straddles a wide sensitive space.

Smack!

I release a piteous wail.

“Come now, Gina. Take your punishment like a big girl.”

“Y-yes, Daddy.”

After the eight smack or so, I begin to cry openly. Tears run down my cheeks and drip off my chin.

“Please, Daddy,” I gasp.

“Please what?”

“Please stop, Daddy.”

“That’s right, Gina, I want to hear you beg.”

Smack! It’s a hard one this time. I cry out. The sensitivity in my buttocks has intensified, primed to flare up with decreasing doses of applied force.

“Please, Daddy!”

Smack!

“I beg of you!”

Smack! My nipples have become numb from all the tugging and straining of the chains.

“I will do anything you want me to.”

“What will you do, baby doll?”

Smack!

“Anything!” My chest heaves with each labored breath I pull.

“Anything what?”

“Anything, Daddy!”

Smack!

“I want you to describe what you would like to do to me.”

My mind is a whirlwind of rushed images and pain.

“I – I will suck your cock, Daddy. Lick it all clean.”

Smack!

“Go on.”

“I’ll rim your asshole, Daddy.”

Smack!

“And I’ll fuck you hard!”

“How hard?”

“Till you scream and come into me, Daddy.”

Smack!

“What else?”

“I’ll let you fuck me in the ass, Daddy.”

“Would you now?”

“Yes, Daddy, I would!”

He lowers the paddle. My entire body feels as weak as a newborn kitten’s. My ass is already numbed from the beating and my entire pussy feels like it has been fucked by a machine.

The rocking horse slows down as my shoulders slump in fatigue. Beads of sweat dapple my skin.

Even my pigtails hang limply from my damp head.

He lets the rocking horse grind to a natural stop. He unclasps the clamps from my sore nipples and plumps my tender red flesh up again. Then, with a strength that continues to amaze me, he lifts me off the dildo. But instead of helping me off the horse, he places me upon the saddle behind the very wet and glistening artificial dong.

He removes the dildo with its suction cup and strap. Then he pushes my groin forward to the forefront of the saddle. My pussy is already chafed and raw from overuse, and so the friction of the leather saddle upon my tender clit is exquisite and overwhelming.

Using my body for leverage, he gets onto the horse, depressing its rump with his weight. The entire structure groans. His silken skin and muscles press against my back. His hands grab my waist, and he lifts me up again with scarcely any effort.

“Push back your hips now, baby doll.”

I angle my hips so that my vulva is right on top of his impressive penile head. Its knoblike enormity eases into my wet slit, expanding my hole even farther than the dildos before it. I moan with pleasure as his marvelous tool impales me.

He brings me down until he’s completely buried inside me with a couple of inches to spare.

There’s nowhere for him to penetrate further because his tip is right at the mouth of my cervix.

But oh, the delight of it. What a cock it is! Thick and warm and firm, filling every crevice and smoothening out every fold.

His fingers tweak my nipples.

“Come, baby girl. Ride on Daddy. Ride hard.”

We begin to rock. The blades below creak and protest with our collective weights. His scent is of sweat and aftershave and eau d’ toilette, and everything sensuous and masculine that I can think of.

Attached to one another, we rock and rock, his penis punching my cervix with increasing vigor.

His shaft tickles and pounds and massages my G-spot until my fervor is whipped into a frenzy.

“Do you like your Daddy now?” he says in my ear. His breath is hot and ragged.

I’m gasping almost too much to answer.

“Yes, Daddy.”

“Who’s fucking you well and good now?”

“You, Daddy.’

“Are you going to let your Mommy know about us?”

“No, Daddy.”

We continue to fuck and rock and creak this way. His fingers dip from my teats to my clit, He fingers my poor, throbbing clit and pinches its wrinkled nub so that I cry out in ecstasy. At the same time, his hand flowers open my pussy lips to allow the furrows within more access to his insistent rubbing.

It’s harsh, raw and very, very erotic.

Coupled with the relentless pounding of my G-spot and corresponding walls, the sensation in all my zones builds and builds into a mountain of feverish proportions. I release myself to the oncoming tide. I throw my head back against his shoulder and scream as I come.

My orgasm is blinding and punishing and encompassing and absolute.

“Oh, you scream so good, baby doll.” His breath is very hot against my ear.

I feel his hot seed jettisoning into me like a red hot fountain. It spills and flushes out from the narrow space afforded to my pussy. It further trickles onto his root, balls and thighs. I feel sopping wet all over, but it’s a good kind of wet. His sperm continues to flow and flow in a deluge as my climax abates. I sink, spent, onto his loins, still impaled upon his sticky schlong.

He rubs my breasts and belly, absent-like.

We stay like this for a long, long time, joined to each other on the stilling horse. Then he lifts me bodily off his softening cock and places me down upon the saddle before him again.

“You’re still going to need lots of disciplining, sweetie.”

I repress a pang of dismay.

“What do you mean, Daddy?”

“You’ll see, baby doll.”

He carries me off the horse, makes me put my nightdress back on and sends me back to bed with a sharp slap on my behind.

WORKS BY APHRODITE HUNT

The ‘Initiation’ series

Open Your Legs for Me

Blindfolded and Spread-eagled

Thighs Wide Apart

Teacher, Please Spread my Pussy

The Final Initiation

The Initiation: A Bundle of 5 Stories

The ‘Initiation 2’ series

Open Your Legs for my Family

Bend Over for my Family

‘The Royal Captive’ series

Prince Miro’s Capture

Prince Miro’s Submission

Prince Miro’s Enslavement

Prince Miro’s Punishment

Prince Miro’s Escape

Prince Miro’s Final Confrontation

The ‘Naughty Nymphomaniac’ series

I was a Naughty Nymphomaniac

Officer, Please Spread and Cuff Me

Gang Banged by the Chain Gang

Hot, Wet and Steamy
(individual stories)

When He’s Inside You

My Stepson is a Naughty Stripper

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