Open Your Legs for my Family by Aphrodite Hunt Read Free Book Online

nipple. My right tit is
severely stretched.
    Brad repeats this on my left tit with an
identical onion string. My nipples now are pinched with the
dangling onion lines. I can smell the sweet aroma of the fresh
bulbs. My sensitive nipple tips flare with pain, engulfed by the
tight clothespins.
    Tears come into my eyes.
    “Pain and ordeal are the twin constants in a
sub’s life, baby,” Max croons to me as he strokes my face.
    Heathcliff hands Alex three garlic braids,
similarly attached to smaller clothespins. The garlic bulbs have
been left intact.
    Alex slides his body under me and
painstakingly attaches these to my two outer labia and my clit. The
pain is exquisite and raw as the garlic braids immediately exert
their drag on my intimate parts, especially on my tortured clit –
which has not been used for such haulage before.
    My nipples have transcended into a state of
utter numbness. I now have five individual strings of the onion
family trailing from my erotic parts.
    But the boys are not finished with me.
    Max says, “To complete the rotisserie, we’ve
gotta have this. Open your pretty mouth, Gina.”
    He stuffs a whole apple into my mouth.
    “Bite down on this, but not too hard. Just
to keep it in your mouth. Don’t let it drop or I’ll be angry and
forced to do something else to you.”
    The threat hangs in the air, bringing back
the simultaneously painful and exhilarating memories of my
Initiation. That version of Max Devlin is returning in full force.
It’s scary but also thrilling. I suspect that the real Max Devlin
lies somewhere in between the masterful dom and the perfect
boyfriend I have been exposed to for the last two weeks. Or maybe I
will never discover the real Max Devlin.
    I am now gagged by a plump red apple, just
like a pig. I have to fight very hard not to bite down on it.
    At my other end, Brad is playing with my
pussy again. Without dislodging the clothespins and their attached
garlic plaits, he opens my vulva to insert a fresh corncob –
bristling with warm yellow kernels and mounted on a stick – into my
vaginal passage. I squeak as it enters me. Its girth is broad and
its texture hard and strange to my velvety walls. Brad shoves it
all the way in, as far as it would go.
    Thus, I am hogtied and decorated.
    Laughing, the guys go back to their third or
fourth servings of food, leaving me there to hang from the spit.
Alice tucks into her food, her eyes constantly darting back to me
with a taunting look. The ropes chafe my wrists and ankles and my
limbs ache with the weight of my body.
    When they have finished eating, one by one,
the boys come back to me again.
    Brad removes the corncob from my pussy.
    Together, they rotate me horizontally upon
the skewer so that my body is at right angles to the contraption’s
vertical rods. Max is the first to claim me – roughly and brutally
– with the apple still gagging my mouth. His cock splinters my
well-stretched vagina in a pleasurable expansion, slamming all the
way in against my cervix. He fucks me hard with rapid thrusting
movements – so hard that my body sways with each thrust. With each
push, the clothespins with their onion and garlic lines tug at my
nipples, clit and pussy, stimulating them further.
    After a few minutes of this relentless
pounding, he comes quickly with a harsh cry as his brothers and
sister look on.
    Then Alex takes me – just as hard. They
intend to use me well. His tool tunnels into the well-used passage
that his brothers have claimed before him. After multiple hip
gyrations and movements, he massages my vagina and G-spot so
thoroughly that my head feels like exploding with the erotic
pleasure of it all.
    Finally, he ejaculates into me. My pussy now
drips with the collective cum of two different men.
    His twin takes over now, fucking me so hard
that the strings of onions shiver and rustle in the ensuing jolts.
He holds me hard by the hips so that he can grind more effectively
into me. I moan and scream against the