Domination Island Ch. 04byLaz110©
'More brew, Sweetie?' he heard Janine ask.
'Fill me up,' the voice of Serena said above him.
Then he heard her snort and chuckle, then she added: 'An' den I'll fill him up.'
The sound of female laughter went on for a long time. This was sheer Hell. He'd come to Hell and that's where he was being kept against his will. And there was nothing he could do about it.
The discomfort was unbearable. Her huge penis was forcefully opening his mouth to it's extreme where it was attached as if it was a permanent fixture. The feel of her vast cock filling his throat gave him a permanent desire to gag. All he could smell was the strong pungent hormonal smell oozing from her cock, filling his nostrils. He was unable to move his head, his face secured by leather tethers to her crutch, kneeling before her beneath the dining table. That's all he could see; her crutch, a bit of her cock which wasn't in his mouth, her six-pack belly and her muscled thighs.
They'd taken a long time over the meal, enjoying chatting, joking and generally humiliating him at every given opportunity. His stomach was swollen and bloated from all her semen and copious amounts of urine. He'd been dying for a piss himself for over an hour and his bladder felt fit to burst. The strain on his nervous system brought tears to his eyes from the agony. But he tried hard to hold back his tears because he knew it would only stimulate her even more and make her excited again.
They knew that he was longing to urinate, of course. They knew he was hurting bad and he'd tried to tell them ages ago by making gurgling sounds, hampered by the fact her cock filled his mouth and throat. But all she'd done was pinched his cheek by way of patronising him and said: 'Bet ya dyin' to piss, Honey, ain't ya? Bet it's hurtin' real bad, ain't it?' Then she'd giggled and pissed down his throat some more.
Above him she slurped more brew.
'More pudding?' Janine asked her.
'Dat was lovely,' Serena told her. 'But I couldn't eat annuder ting.' She rubbed her full belly by way of appreciation.
Then he watched as her hand, with its long carefully manicured and red-varnished nails, move down from her stomach to touch the tip of his nose. Her index finger curled to stroke his nose's bridge.
'You've had ya supper,' she said down to him, holding a handful of his hair with her other hand and wrenching his head back so he was able to see her beautiful but cruel eyes. 'Now ya gonna git ya pudding.'
She let go so his head dropped back down and began to fiddle with the restraining straps which held his head to her body.
'Move back, Honey,' she commanded.
He did as he was bid and as she slowly fed out the straps he shuffled backwards and her cock gradually slid out from down his throat.
For a moment he became stuck as her bulbous penis-head caught coming up round the bend of his throat. She wiggled her hips and pushed against his chest with a foot to free it.
'Ya looks so cute like dat,' she grinned.
She stopped feeding out and re-secured the buckles. Now he had moved back about a foot and her penis was no longer down his throat, but her cock-head filled his mouth. Her strong fingers toyed round his nostrils making his breathing come in fits and bursts through fear. Then she suddenly clamped his nostrils to prevent him from breathing. The instant he began to struggle her mighty cock inflated until it was rock-hard. His mouth was stretched to its limit, his cheeks bulging from the intrusive invasion.
She gleefully watched his face grow increasingly redder and just sat there enjoying the suffering she was inflicting. Her tongue slowly ran across her lush lips, moistening them. His wrists pulled in desperation at the constraints and instinctively he tried to pull his head to free his mouth from her weapon.
Now she was rock hard and began to pant as the vacuum she'd deliberately caused compelled him to forcefully suck her expanded balloon from the effort of trying to breathe. She smilingly gazed transfixed at his tearful and bloodshot eyes pleading with hers, while she allowed him a miniscule amount of air through one nostril to prevent him from passing out. She held out for as long as she could, enjoying the sexual tickling from her cock-nerve which increased the longer the captivated mouth sucked and the more he suffocated. Then she gave out a gasp and couldn't hold back any longer.
The momentary expansion of her cock's head gave way to the ensuing rush of ejaculation and she literally exploded into his mouth. A jettison of thick steaming spunk erupted at high speed, spurting down his throat. His gurgled cries only increased her enjoyment and she was so caught up in the ecstasy of the moment her hands dropped to her sides and her eyes looked dazed as she entered a world of blissful pleasure.
He helplessly struggled at the end of her enormous knob, enable to break free from the pumping organ flooding his insides, with hot spunk cascading down his trachea at each pumping ejaculation.
Dreamily, she gazed at her ensnared slave forcibly gulping down the contents of her emptying scrotum-sacks, his head futilely trying to wrench itself free with his harpooned mouth draining her dry. Even when her spunk had been depleted she systematically pinched his nostrils together and used his mouth's vacuuming suction to experience an extended tartaric sexual climax which lasted for over an hour.
Janine, bored with not being able to participate in the sexual activity, had already cleared the table and had done the washing up and was now watching tv.
Finally, the intensive agony of her climax becoming unbearable, Serena finished smother-torturing him and left his nose alone. His near-crimson face looked close to expiration and his flared nostrils uncontrollably wheezed in an attempt to replenish his body's severe oxygen deprivation. His agonised snorting sounded louder than the soap opera on television.
'Hey, bitch,' Janine called over, 'I can't hear what they're saying.'
'Keep ya noise down!' Serena chided him. She was attempting, but was unable, to extract his mouth from her even-more swollen cock-head. And because of all the sex she'd had her prick was still rock-hard and was too big to be able to push back down his throat.
'Can't you shut him up?' Janine asked, moody for being excluded from having sex.
'Is she seeing him again?' Serena asked, focusing on the tv soap opera program.
'She broke up with him an' now they're secretly seeing each other,' Janine replied.
Serena unsuccessfully pushed and shoved his head to get her penis out of his gob-stoppered mouth.
'Give me a hand, Sweetie,' Serena said.
Janine gave her a look.
'An' why should I?' Janine asked.
'Cos you're my friend, bitch,' Serena replied.
'I've cooked for you, cleaned for you, an now you want me to help you with what?' Janine whined.
'Okay, you can use him if ya wants to,' Serena said. 'But ya have to get him off ma cock first.'
Janine came across and moved the table away to give her a clear passage to assist. She held his head in a half-nelson and pulled.
'Ohh,' Serena cried. 'Don't pull ma cock off!'
They both first pulled but her penis was firmly wedged in his over-stretched mouth, her cock-head caught by his inability to open his mouth any more. Then they both pushed but Serena's bloated knob-head was unable to extricate her knob-head from his stretched mouth. His breathing had earlier returned to quieter snortings but was now rapidly quickening due to all the vigorousness
'I've got an idea,' Janine cried excitedly.
'What?' Serena asked cautiously.
Janine disappeared into the kitchen, returning smiling holding up an ice cube.
'What ya gonna do wid dat?' Serena nervously asked.
Janine grinned and rubbed the cube along her friend's penis nearest to his mouth.
'Ahh, dat's cold!' Serena exclaimed.
'Haha, serves you right for being greedy,' Janine laughed.
The coldness of the cube being massaged along her girlfriend's shaft gradually worked and Serena's cock began to deflate from its over-swollen state enough to pull it with a 'plop' out from his impinged mouth.
He collapsed on his knees, his eyes glazed and his mouth opening and shutting like a goldfish's. Hurriedly Janine unshackled him from her friend's body. Serena herself appeared sated, lounging back in a blissful state.
'Can I have him now?' Janine eagerly asked. She hoped her duties had earned her enough gratitude from her best friend.
'Okay, Sweetie, but I may interrupt later,' Serena admitted, settling down in front of the tv.
Janine grinned as she dragged their sex-slave out of the room and into the bedroom. She'd waited a long time to be able to use a slave like this, and he did have such a cute face and butt. His ass was going to be very sore by the time she'd finished with him. Then she'd skull-fuck him for the rest of the night.
She pulled him up onto the bed, already with an enormous erection just at the thought of what she was going to do with him.