Sanctuaire Ch02
By Rayne416
Thanks to everyone who favorited and commented on Sanctuaire chapter 1, I do apologize about chapter 2 taking so long to get out, turns out it ended up being 150% longer than chapter 1 and I struggled with unifying all the pieces.
All characters in this story are 18 or older, and the author does not in any way condone non-consensual sex. This story is fiction and contains: rough anal, pain, double penetration, humiliation and degradation, groupsex, oral and nonconsent/reluctance; if you don't like these themes, please do not read or rate it. This work is purely fantasy, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. I cannot stress how important consent between adults is as fantasies are explored. That being said, enjoy, you filthy perverts!
Robert led me to a large room deep in the hotel, ornately furnished with rich curtains and thick cream carpet. I was still in something of a daze, having just been subject to my first anal orgasm. His rough sodomy had been uninvited, but my body couldn't deny the results as I stumbled around in a post-orgasmic cloud. He sat me down in an alcove attached to the large room, in one of several deep loveseats facing the open area, placing a warm arm around me. There were a series of loveseats and recliners scattered throughout the large area, and I noticed several end tables upon which there were dildos and lube. It looked like some sort of swinger's den, or a much classier version of one of the sex clubs I'd visited.
Fuck, that life seemed so far away now, back in the states
. I may have recently received the best orgasm in my life, but I was clearly in over my head.
A boob job? Really!?! What is this place and what did I sign up for? And orgasming from anal?
My internal dialogue was interrupted by a loud bell toll which carried throughout the resort. Shortly after, a door across from me opened and beautiful women filed into the room wordlessly, all wearing next to nothing. I saw blondes, brunettes, raven-haired, bleached platinum heads all atop tanned, fit bodies, no modesty to hide every curve and line that defined their subdued bodies as they clicked forward on high stilettos. Once the first girl, a platinum blonde in a silver y-back thong reached the end of the room, she knelt on the carpet and gripped her heels beneath her in a submissive stance that pushed her small, pastie-covered breasts out. From my angle, she seemed bored as she waited to perform. The women next to her, a brunette with striking freckles, knelt alongside her in the same position, her white thong matching her heels.
I noticed that I was dressed in much the same way as them, I just lacked the sun-kissed skin. My own g-string just barely covered my mound, riding high on my hips and tugged up my bum, matching the white nylons and heels that made my whorish image complete. All of the girls had the same accessory, a thick gold collar with white trim that matched mine. They had a large ring and lock like mine, but their stilettos also bore matching locks. Instead of leg irons, these slaves wore dangerously tall heels that similarly made running impossible but also ensured a tantalizing and submissive pose.
Am I going to look like that? A sex slave?
Part of me knew I already did.
They were all kneeling in the same pose now, seven women, ranging in age from eighteen to maybe late thirties. Some in knee socks, some stockings, some fishnets; thongs, g-strings, tiny little scraps of cloth and string—it was like a strip club exploded on them right before they were paraded out in front of me. All of these goddesses were either sun-kissed or had glowing bronze skin—not overly-tanned, but definitely taking advantage of the resort's constant sunshine. Adorning them was a variety of body piercings, tattoos and jewelry. Many wore thin gold chains around their waists or necks, nearly all had their nipples and navels pierced, and I even spied a few genital piercings through bits of cloth. At this point, I couldn't be sure if the "accessories" were voluntary or not. The resort had prescribed my stockings and g-string, so what was to say it didn't 'forcefully' provide the other accessories?
My heart skipped a beat as a line of naked men strode purposefully into the room, most with massive cocks swinging between their legs. Actually, they all had large cocks, some were just bigger than I even knew could exist. They looked like Robert in physique and cock size, though several cocks looked as thick as my wrist if not thicker. The first man strode over to the foremost girl and placed the tip of his gigantic cock on her expectant tongue. Within seconds of her mouth encompassing his tip, he had her leaning forward into his groin as he ravished her mouth roughly and rapidly. Much like Katie, her hands devotedly never left her heels as her face was used.
Fuck that's hot
, my loins expressed as I watched several other women receive the same ruthless treatment.
I noticed the two girls at the end of the row appeared more apprehensive than their six predecessors, nervously sucking cock as they surveyed the scene around them. Intrigued, I strained to view them through the line of bodies. They wore the same collar and uniform as the rest, but their skin was barely sun-kissed.
They're new like me
I realized as they struggled to take more than a few inches at a time. That end of the room was noisy with the sounds of choking, whimpering and gagging as their male counterparts force-fed them cock. The portion of the room closest me contrasted that with groans of pleasure from the men and rapid slurping noises from their attendants. Saliva ran down their chins and throats bulged as the more veteran cocksuckers fell on the spears with open mouths.
Any pride I had experienced earlier at being able to deepthroat Robert waned as I watched 10-inch cocks disappear and reappear at an alarming speed. Robert had pinned me to the sofa in order to force inch after inch down my gullet, one hand a fist in my hair, the other on my throat. These women, they shifted back and forth easily on the cocks, their hands faithfully never leaving their heels. Some of the women with larger breasts would occasionally get tit-fucked, the kneeling position pushing out their breasts lewdly.
I suddenly realized that Robert had been watching me intently as I drank in the debauchery, atypical of his usual indifference. As I met his stare, he placed a hand on my stocking-clad knee.
"What do you think? You think you're as good as them?" he smiled, motioning to the line of oral servants.
"I, uh... I don't know," I stammered out naively, unsure of the question's intent.
"As your trainer, I'm invested in making sure you reach the peak of your capabilities," he said thoughtfully, "But I need to know that you're motivated from within."
His last statement sent a chill down my spine, but I had no idea why.
My trainer? Wtf did that mean?
My brain snapped to the "training team" we'd seen earlier administering the courtyard gangbang. It morphed into the scene now as two girls were dragged onto their hands and knees, firm asses now exposed. The scraps of white cloth covering their sex were quickly pushed aside to reveal perfectly puckered assholes and cleanshaven pussies. As one trainer took a solid stance over a girl's frame, she lowered her chest to the ground and laid her left cheek on the floor.
I've seen this before
I recalled. Several of the earlier girls had been sodomized in this exact same position, though this initiate's gaze was scared instead of blank like the ones I'd seen earlier.
Her hands clasped the carpet nervously as the looming figure pulled her ass apart and squatted into her. She winced and then gasped as the head buried itself between her cheeks. More of the man's enormous cock followed and I saw her body tremble and shudder from the pain. At least, I assume it was the pain based on her white-knuckled grip on the carpet and her shallow breathing. As the man withdrew his entire length, I was horrified to see how large it looked when compared to her small prostrate frame. His long cock hooked towards his belly, and I imagined it pulled her towards him every time he sunk his member deep into her. Her eyes briefly met mine across the room, and I saw a single tear run down her cheek as her body rocked beneath the forceful sodomy.
I glanced away quickly, not sure what to make of it and focused on her neighbor. The long-legged beauty was prostrate in the identical position, ass up and left cheek pressed to the carpet. Her hands were grasping her asscheeks apart for her trainer to view after every impalement. A thin gold chain hung to the floor from her waist as she laid there faithfully. Sometimes the force of the thrust would curl her back up and her hands would lose purchase but she would quickly settle back down into the submissive position. I couldn't tell if she was enjoying it or not, but I did spy a strand of liquid dripping from her exposed pussy onto the carpet. She grunted and moaned, confusing both my mind and body as I watched her sphincter grow larger with each withdrawal.
Her trainer, finally satisfied with the size of her gape, proceeded to rotate and face towards me as he shoved his cock back into her gape from above. The girl shrieked at the new angle of attack, the pressure on her vaginal canal forcing her labia to open obscenely with each thrust. The girl arched her back even more, trying to align her body with his cock's direction, but it was in vain. I saw her eyes begin to water as he slammed down harder and faster, occasionally slapping her exposed pussy lips with his hand. Her shrieks eventually turned to subdued mewling as her eyes rolled back in her head. The girl all of a sudden grunted and clasped her pussy with one hand as she began to shudder and squirt violently. The man did nothing to help her as he continued to piston deep into her, pulling her hips up into him as she struggled to wriggle free from overstimulation.
Holy shit, I'd seen it all now. Squirting from an anal beating.
My own crotch shuddered, and I realized it wasn't just from the scene in front of me. Robert's hand was gliding over my stomach and pussy, tracing faint shivers throughout my legs and groin as I drank in the debauchery around me. I heard cursing come from the "new" side of the room, and I turned to see the young blonde still struggling to take the enormous cock in her throat. Her mouth looked like it was stretched as wide as possible but there were still 4 inches of cock still waiting to go down. Her hands were slapping wildly at her handler's thighs as he held her skull in a deathgrip while trying to push more down her throat. Mascara streaming down her cheeks confirmed the futility, and finally she was released into a gasping, sobbing mess on the floor.
Her handler grimaced down at her before walking to a nearby table and grabbing some leather cuffs. Returning, he roughly pulled her back to a kneeling stance by a fistful of hair. She whimpered but accepted her fate, gripping her heels again and thrusting out her breasts. Her ankles and wrists were cuffed and then locked together, forcing her to remain in the servile position. When she caught sight of what remained in her trainer's hand, she began to beg and plead softly. I couldn't tell what it was at first until he forced it into her mouth and I saw her jaw spread open by a large ring gag.
