Pixie Isobella

‘Why are your knees apart?’ Anthony snapped. ‘Anyone will think you’re a slut if you sit like that. Shut your legs and sit up.’ Anthony winked at Cathy while she tried not to glare it him for being so unfair. He had told her to open her legs!

She flushed as she pulled her car seat back upright, closing her legs. Her pussy kept clenching and pulsing, instinctively trying unsuccessfully to remove the clamp that was crushing her clitoris. On the front of her body, her breasts felt like they had targets on them. She couldn’t take her mind off the clamps on them or off the sensations in her pussy, as the angular teeth of the clamp crushed the soft flesh firmly, sadistically…

Cathy made the mistake of telling her old friend Anthony that she was a virgin and that she had always fancied him. Now she is on a rollercoaster towards a steamier gangbang than she has ever dreamed.

Cathy’s Innocence: Chapter 6

[‘Cathy’s Innocence’ contains first time / virginity, maledom femsub sex and gangbangs, dubious consent, rough sex and brother-sister incest themes. All characters are over 18. Chapter 1 is here].

Lunch was purgatory, as Cathy tried desperately to sit still and look relaxed while her nipples were crushed by the magnet clamps. It hurt but not too badly, she decided, the sensations all intensified by the warm sensation from the ointment.

But that was nothing compared to her pussy. Her internal muscles kept clenching, convinced that if only they moved, the bitey rod of pressure and slowly intensifying pain across her clitoris would ease. It never did though and she could feel the nub of her clit getting more and more sensitive and needy the longer the clamp was left on.

A flickering line of fire led from each nipple down into her groin, intensifying her arousal. She was surprised that no-one could see how aroused she was — her cunt was slowly becoming a giant, empty black hole between her legs, wet and aching and desperate for sensation.

Anthony’s words rang in her ears.

You’ll wear that through lunch, my darling, and this afternoon for as long as I decide you deserve it. It’ll be longer the more you complain.

Sluts like you deserve to be in pain. And it makes me hard to see you like this.

She had had no idea that Anthony was such a sadist. She saw a cruel smile hiding in his eyes every time he looked at her during lunch. Even worse, he warmly encouraged his mother to get Cathy to stand up and sit down a lot at the table.

‘Cathy would love to set the table,’ he had said while they were still standing around before lunch. ‘She was telling me how much she used to enjoy setting the table here when she visited.’

Setting the table had required walking back and forth from the heavy sideboard, carrying plates, crockery and other utensils, before walking around and around the large table, setting everything out and making it perfect. It didn’t help that she actually did enjoy the task — housework was never a chore when done in other people’s households and she had always enjoyed making things pretty and organised.

Her clit complained at her for every step she took and every time she bent forward, the pressure on the hungry, sensitive muscle intensifying uncomfortably.

During lunch itself, Cathy found herself continuously standing up to go fetch people items from the kitchen and each time her clit complained about the walking motion. That said, she wasn’t sure what was worse — walking around or sitting still and having to be polite to her godparents while her breasts and clit ached and begged for touch.

She had also had no idea that she would enjoy being treated like this.

Throughout the long lunch, she felt each of the younger men’s eyes on her, assessing her, she thought. She flushed continually as she tried to guess what they must be thinking.

Angus had given her a huge hug the moment he had seen her, and it had honestly felt very safe and brotherly, but then as they filed into lunch, he had flicked a finger across her cheek and winked at her, and she had blushed so hot at the thought of being intimate with him.

He looked similar enough to Anthony that she had a momentary difficulty telling them apart, and then all her old memories flooded back — he was the younger twin but he was also slightly greyer now, and his features were slightly harsher, his eyes more deep set and fierce, to Anthony’s casual, easy-going stance. Angus wanted things more and would fight like a terrier for them, whereas Anthony always found things easy and could therefore approach life with a gentle sangfroid.

Each time she looked at one of the men, she thought about the stories of the other women the three of them had shared. Especially she couldn’t stop thinking about the three of them fucking Alistair’s sister. She had met Jessica once and she couldn’t imagine the no-nonsense, intellectual woman letting three men fuck her at the same time.

Alistair will fuck anything with tits and a cunt, Anthony had said and Cathy blushed again, remembering it.

Alistair had greeted her perfectly friendly but without any particular intimacy and Cathy could almost believe from his demeanour that he didn’t even know about Anthony’s plan. She didn’t mind his cool manner — it was reassuring in a way that him being lover-like would have made her anxious. She had also discovered that she was intensely aroused to think that Alistair simply thought of her as a tool for a fun afternoon — a useful body with breasts and a vagina, delivered to him by Anthony for sex.

I don’t have to be anything special, she reassured herself. He just wants to enjoy my body. I don’t have to live up to expectations.

Time seemed to move way too slowly during lunch — Cathy was desperate to stop smiling and talking politely with her godparents and pretending that there wasn’t a fiery pain on each of her breasts and clit — but it was also far too soon when lunch was finally over.

‘Will you make sure you look after Cathy, dears?’ Anthony’s and Angus’ mother said as she rose from the table. ‘You’re all staying over tonight, of course,’ she said, meeting Cathy’s eyes. ‘I always have to rest in the afternoon but we’ll have a lovely chat this evening,’ she promised her goddaughter. ‘Anthony has told me that he’ll show you around all your favourite places and that you three have plans to play games this afternoon.’

She looked across at her sons and their friend, a look of steel on her kindly face. ‘I don’t want to find that Cathy has been left alone, do you understand? She’s our guest and you will entertain her.’

‘We’ll keep her occupied, mom,’ Angus reassured his mother. ‘You know how much we’ve missed Cathy since she moved away. She won’t be bored and she won’t be alone!’

Cathy blushed, watching the three men. No, they wouldn’t be ‘leaving her alone’ she thought, suddenly scared. They were going to fuck her and why they thought she could take three men, one after the other, when she had never had sex with anyone before, she had no idea!

Far, far too soon, Anthony and the other men were leading Cathy out into the garden, Anthony’s hand resting companionably on her lower back.

‘Let’s go into the orchard,’ Angus said eagerly, leading the way. ‘Alistair, you should get acquainted with Cathy again,’ he said. ‘She’s very pretty these days, isn’t she?’

Cathy’s Innocence: Chapter 7

‘Let’s go into the orchard,’ Angus said eagerly, leading the way. ‘Alistair, you should get acquainted with Cathy again,’ he said. ‘She’s very pretty these days, isn’t she? A bit quiet, of course, but that’ll change! And Anthony says there’s a surprise waiting for us under her clothes!’

Cathay blushed red hot. It seemed that Angus, just like his brother, believed in talking bluntly, almost obscenely. She didn’t want the men to be thinking about what was under her clothes — but she also knew that when they decided to undress her, she was going to go along with it. Scared as she was, she wanted this so very badly.

‘So… you’re a virgin?’ asked Alistair slyly as they stepped through the garden. ‘I like virgins,’ he winked at her.

He had taken Anthony’s place beside her and his eyes ran down Cathy’s body, making her flush. His hand drifted softly down her back in the guise of leading her towards the orchard, his fingers coming to rest against her butt.

Cathy flushed, feeling unable to answer. It was too embarrassing. She just hoped that none of them would ask questions about why she was a virgin — she found her own innocence too mortifying.

Alistair sniggered softly at her embarrassment, his fingers caressing her butt as if he owned it.

‘Don’t worry, we’ll fix that for you. I’m honestly surprised that Anthony hasn’t already shoved his dick into you during the week. But he always was a generous sort.’

‘I told Cathy that we’d break her in together,’ Anthony spoke casually as he walked along behind. ‘I didn’t want her to miss out on the full experience. Anyway, Gus has wanted her for years and I figured that if he and I were going to share, you should participate too.’

Cathy felt ice sliding softly over her skin at the men’s words, even as her pussy yelled out, begging her for something — anything — to calm her raging arousal.

‘B-break m-me in?’ Cathy said, trying to stop her voice trembling. ‘What… What do you mean? I’m not a horse!’

‘Aren’t you?’ Alistair looked slyly down at her again. ‘You’re a pretty little filly,’ he winked and she shivered with sudden desperate arousal at the objectifying words used to describe her. ‘You just haven’t had a man riding you yet. We’ll teach you how to obey and then we’ll ride you hard!’

Cathy swallowed at the crude language.

‘I’m not… a horse,’ she said again but she was losing the argument, she knew.

‘No-one who sees you strapped into a harness with Alistair here riding you hard from behind would agree with you!’ Anthony chuckled in good humour, making Cathy flush hotly again. Alistair’s hand was still on her butt, she could feel the solidity of his body as he walked next to her, and she felt overwhelmed at the thought of him actually fucking her.

They were walking under the trees of the orchard now and Cathy looked around her in wonder, trying to ignore the crude things the men were saying. It was an old orchard and it was so cool here underneath the leaves, heavy fruit hanging from some of the gnarled old branches. The men fanned out around her, Alistair’s hand now possessively on her waist, and Cathy felt like she was an animal being herded towards a scary destination.

She couldn’t even complain though, because her cunt was aching like a bruise — desperate for something, anything, to ease the arousal that had been growing steadily. She rather thought that the clamps and the gel Anthony had rubbed onto her were to blame and she wanted to accuse him of extreme perfidy — how dared he make her so aroused that she wanted them all so badly? That she would let them do literally anything to her?

‘Hey Angus,’ Anthony said easily, waving his hand at an old pear tree. ‘Find a good one to put inside our girl later, would you? Not too ripe, not too big.’

‘But not too small either!’ Alistair called after the other man. ‘We want her to feel it.’

‘You… You’re going to put fruit inside me?’ Cathy asked, her breath catching in her throat.

‘Of course,’ Anthony winked down at her, walking up on her other side and flicking a finger across her cheek. ‘You’ve got to keep us all engaged somehow during dinner, don’t I? Dad will tell long stories, you know, and we’ve heard them all before! If us blokes are watching you, your cunt over-aroused and full of fruit, it’ll all pass much more quickly!’

‘But… What about me?’ Cathy whimpered, feeling as though she was set on an irrevocable and terrifying path. ‘You can’t put fruit inside me for dinner with your parents!’

‘What about you?’ Anthony winked down at her again and Cathy shivered at his deliberate unconcern.

‘If you’re a good girl,’ he said, ‘it’ll be a smaller piece of fruit and we’ll take it out straight after dinner. If you’re a bad girl, well…’ he let his voice trail off and shrugged, winking down at her. ‘Maybe you won’t have earned the right to have it taken out again. We can always leave it inside you and fuck your arse instead. That will make you feel very full, won’t it?’

‘I’d be good, if I were you,’ Alistair recommended her in his deep voice, and Cathy trembled in anticipation. ‘Make sure you find a nice big pear,’ he called out to Angus again and Cathy bit her lip in extreme embarrassment. ‘We want her to think she’s going to split open when we’re pushing it into her. You won’t be able to think about anything else during dinner,’ he promised her.

They kept walking and far too soon they reached the far end of the orchard.

‘Here’s the fucking tree,’ Anthony said.

Cathy’s breath caught in her throat as she looked into the glade where the men had led her. It was pretty — a big tree with reaching branches kept the grassy area covered in deep shade. Stone walls and a depression in the ground meant that no-one approaching from the surrounding area could see into it until they were literally standing in it. Someone — she guessed Angus — had come out to the orchard earlier today, and liberally covered the grass with some soft rugs and pillows, while a large picnic basket sat to one side.

It was honestly the kind of romantic place she had always imagined losing her virginity — just not with three big blokes all at the same time!

‘Fucking tree?’ Cathy asked softly, still feeling ridiculously innocent.

She would have dismissed all the men’s obscene threats about insertion fruit into her as absurd — people didn’t do things like that — except that both Anthony and Alistair’s hands were heavy on her waist and the clamps on her nipples and clit ached with intense pressure.

‘The fucking tree is where we bring girls to fuck them,’ Angus smiled at her.

Chapter 8 of Cathy’s Innocence is here.

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In Vanessa’s Fall, bounty hunter and private eye, Vanessa, finds herself in thrall to sinister powers of mind control. Trapped in a humiliating role as a pawn and plaything, Vanessa is forced to secretly infiltrate the company of the dangerous Cornelius Arden.

Mr Arden takes joy in transforming her into a big-breasted bimbo with a desperate need for sex. Vanessa soon learns that in the world of Cornelius Arden, women exist only to be mindless sextoys, suitable solely for fucking… and breeding.

As time runs out for Vanessa, she struggles to free herself from her demeaning fate – but the odds are against her, and she’s in a battle against the needs and lusts of her own body. Will Vanessa allow herself to fall? And if so, who will become her ultimate master?

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