Guyver – Second Chance – Part 2 - Sex Stories

Guyver – Second Chance – Part 2

... again, over and over till she begged for release. The visor display split into two images, one of herself tied to the bed, with her pussy painfully stuffed, the other image from a movie she couldn’t place, with a guerrilla soldier laughing as a woman screamed out of shot. The man asked for her deepest secrets, the voice obviously edited from different film scenes, demanding to know which film scene made her wet. Which story had she read on the web that had disgusted her, yet she couldn’t stop reading, what rape scene had been the most painful, what story sites were in her favourites on the computer. Were there any sexual activities that she refused to take part in, point blank, even if she were to be forced into them? Joyce had hesitated to answer, and watched as the suit produced a thin band that wrapped round the base of her breasts, another round the centre of the swollen globe it produced, then a thinner thread coiled around each nipple. The construction squeezed tightly, digging into her flesh, then when she took too long to answer another question, the sections moved apart, stretching her tits lengthways. The pain was not too great, keeping just below her threshold, and it alternated from her breasts to her pussy, where the inner and outer labia were clamped and stretched. A thin thread wrapped round and round the full length of her clitoris shaft, pulling out from her body, then a fish hook formed under the fleshy hood, its point stabbing the thin skin. When Joyce ...

... refused to admit that she enjoyed having her pussy tortured, and wanted a piercing in her clit, electric shocks pulsed into her shaft, exciting her till she climaxed. The hook pulled tight, slipping through the delicate piece of flesh with a stab of pain that drove her orgasm to the next level. The hook turned into a ring, which thickened in width, stretching her fresh piercing to take the pressure as her clitoral hood elongated right to the top of her groove. Gradually, the sensations in her trembling body dropped back to normal levels she could cope with, and Div slipped a drinking tube into her mouth, to keep her hydrated, supplying cool water as she sipped. She was still fastened to the bed, though not tightly, just spread eagled, but at least the breast and pussy bondage had gone. The hood piercing was still there, but Div had now shaped it into a curved bar with a sapphire cat, to match her navel jewellery, except this one had clawed feet that wrapped around her clitoris. Feeling all warm and cosy after her sexual exercise routine, Joyce drifted off into sleep, with her last conscious thought being whether Helen wore pussy jewellery. She slept well, though she had no sense of how long it had been other than daylight was just beginning to brighten the windows, and there were snatches of having enjoyed some very arousing dreams. This was confirmed by putting her fingers to the sticky mess between her legs, thick girl juice coating the top of her thighs, all over her petals, ...