The Battered Lamp Chapter Eleven: The Heart of the Warrior - Sex Stories

The Battered Lamp Chapter Eleven: The Heart of the Warrior

... across Phillipa's bound form, the hemp rope rough on Britney's breasts and belly as she pressed her cock between the bound teen's legs. It was tight between her thighs because of the bonds, and Britney shuddered as she slid between her legs trying to find her pussy. “Fuck!” she snapped, growing impatient to taste her first pussy. She grabbed a pillow, lifted Phillipa up, and shoved it beneath her belly. The teen's pussy was visible peaking between her thighs, covered in a thick, black bush, and damp. Despite all her protests, Phillipa was responding to her helplessness. Britney inhaled deeply, delighting in all the wonderful fragrances that mixed together to form Phillipa's unique scent of arousal. Britney pressed forward, nudging her pussy lips; it felt so wonderful. She jabbed in; Phillipa let out a low moan. Britney had never experienced something so wonderful before. She had masturbated her cock before, but it paled compared to being wrapped around the tight, hot, and wet flesh of Phillipa's sheath. “Oh, my!” Britney growled, pumping away. “You like my cock inside you?” “No,” moaned Phillipa. “You love it! Do not lie to me!” “I'm not!” she gasped. “Then why are you so wet?” “I-I don't know.” Britney pumped faster, her groin smacking into Phillipa's cute rear. She licked her prize's ear, and whispered, “You love the pain. I could sense it back at the cabin. You want to be used and abused, made to be someone's bitch!” “No! I'm not like that!” she protested. Britney wormed ...

... her hand beneath the bound girl and found one of her nipple clamps. She pulled on the nipple; Phillipa gasped in pain; her cunt tightened about Britney's cock. So wonderful. Britney kept pulling, taking delight in her moans of pain and pleasure, and the wonderful sensation of tight pussy squeezing on her pumping shaft. “You are a pain slut!” Britney hissed. “My pain slut! My Prize!” “I'm not!” she gasped. “Please, you're hurting me!” “You love it, pain slut!” “No!” Britney nipped her ear, pounding harder at her wonderfully tight cunt. She loved this bound girl. It was the nature of her species, and if she could break her and bend her fully to her will, she'd have a wonderful mate for the rest of her life. She tugged harder on the nipple clamp. “Just admit how much the pain is driving your pussy crazy.” “It's not!” she gasped. “Oh, no! I'm not like...” Her words trailed off into a gasping moan, her cunt spasming around Britney's cock. “That's it,” Britney hissed. “Cum on my cock, pain slut!” “Oh, god!” she gasped, then collapsed. “Good. That's a good Prize!” Britney sped up her thrusts, her orgasms building in the depths of her womb. She allowed herself to fully revel in the bound girl's pussy, savoring the muscles rippling about her, the wet warmth hugging her, and the wonderfully tart scent on her hot cunt. “Oh, yes! Here it comes! I am going to plant my baby in your belly. I cannot wait until your stomach is wide and round with our daughter!” She buried into her prize and ...