The Rose Garden 9

When Beth had recovered a little, she tried to sit up on the bondage table but found that she was still shackled to it by her wrists and ankles, so with a painful grimace, she lay back down. Her sturdy legs and thighs were still stretched into the air. The movable table extensions held her thighs spread wide and up and back to her ears reveal all of her sexual treasures to the audience.

“It’s OK,” Andrea assured her. “We have more ointment for whatever is sore, and the boys still want to play with you.” Beth bit her lip at the thought of more punishment in store. “I’m a bit jealous,” Andrea continued. “The boys have never been this enthusiastic about a new volunteer recruit before. You must be something special.”

“She is,” I laughed, and Brian nodded. My old friend had seen many initiations in the rose garden, and Beth’s was becoming the longest and most passionate he had ever seen. From his bag, he fished out a penis gag which he fitted into Beth’s mouth, securing it with straps around her head.

“I know you like sucking cock,” Brian told her, “but that will come later, if you will excuse the pun. For this next session, I think this will be necessary.”

“What will they do to me now?,” Beth thought. Riff watched the preparations with a wolfish grin. He loved watching Beth used by other men.

From his bag, Riff pulled out a set of dildos in a large wooden case, each beautifully shaped, long and thick and threatening. Some were made of exotic woods, oiled and intricately carved in the likeness of the human penis. Others were of gleaming ivory, their convoluted surfaces writhing with human figures copulating. Yet others were fashioned of modern materials: iron, steel, aluminum, rubber, and silicone.

He ***********ed one made of hard silicone with raised spikes on its shaft and a rough, sandpaper surface molded onto the cock head. This he ran up and down her cunt lips to her great discomfort, and then he rammed it into Beth’s cunt to hear her scream. The dildo’s upper surface sprouted a hard probe that poked repeatedly at Beth’s clitoral hood as she writhed and twisted on the bondage table. Furiously he grabbed a second dildo and pushed it up her ass, and then a penis gag that he shoved into her mouth and fixed with a strap around her head.

I patted him on the shoulder to calm him down a little, and he did reduce his thrusts with the dildo into Beth’s pussy.