Author's note:
Normal disclaimers apply: this is a fantasy and rape/non-consensual sexual contact is not okay in real life.
Thank you to everyone who read, voted for, and commented on Chapters 1 and 2.
This chapter is probably more reluctance than non-consent, but she's still in bondage and still being mercilessly teased, despite having never explicitly consented to any of this. Oh, and she gets her virgin ass stretched and fucked hard.
If that's not your thing, please read something else, but if it is, here's the finale of Keira's ordeal as she receives a "full-service" massage and is finally allowed to come. Enjoy.
***
The way I was strapped into this strange beauty treatment table - almost like a modified gynaecologists' chair - thighs forced open by my calves strapped into the leg rests, arms bound above my head, I felt like I was nearly hanging by my wrists, my weight pressed down on the giant cock splitting my pussy wide and pressing deep inside me, so deep that I wasn't sure if it was pleasure or pain.
That cock slid out slightly as Noah reached back, rubbing my ankles, making me gasp as Rosa's earlier words echoed through my mind.
"How about you eat me out until I cum, then I'll let you cum too," she had said, but even though I'd made her cum on my tongue, she hadn't let me cum. My nerves were on edge, my breathing ragged, and the orgasm she'd been building me towards scattered under the discomfort of my pussy being stretched beyond my comfort zone. Even now, his movements only exacerbated that discomfort, keeping me on the lowest possible simmer so I couldn't ignore my arousal, but it wasn't growing either.
Slowly, so slowly, Noah massaged up my legs, the tiny movements of his cock teasing me, the pleasure overriding the pain caused by the stretch. I'd only had sex with a few guys, and none were as thick or as long as Noah. I didn't even know cocks came in this size.
Noah's expression remained professional as he worked, and he wore a uniform shirt in the same colour scheme as the other staff here. I couldn't see his bottom half, but I could see a pair of scrub pants draped over a small railing on the massage trolley, a subtle reminder that this was no normal massage.
As he progressed to massaging my thighs, he was able to bottom out again, and I whimpered at the increased pain as his cock pressed against spots I didn't know existed. Was he pushing on my cervix? I'd never had anything so deep inside me, and I was pretty sure I didn't like it, even if it did fill some need in my brain to be completely filled. He rocked against me, nudging my clit and evening out the balance between pleasure and pain again.
"Shhh, you're okay," he murmured, continuing to rub my thighs. "Just relax, let go of the tension."
I couldn't escape, or do anything to stop him, and I had to admit, this was a world-class massage he was giving me on my legs, even if I was distracted by the pleasure-pain he was causing in my pussy. If it wasn't for that, I could almost believe this was a normal massage.
So I did what he said, and tried to relax into the massage, slowly getting used to the pressure at my cervix as he massaged my legs into puddles of goo.
That task done, he moved onto my hips, thumbs rubbing circles that somehow aroused and relaxed me simultaneously. I let go of the tension in my hips and felt his cock shift inside me, no longer pressing up against my cervix, but somehow sliding past it, as if my relaxed muscles had opened up space for him just behind it. Fleeting diagrams of female reproductive systems flashed through my brain, confirming the logistics before plunging me into bliss as he stroked back and forth, back and forth, skimming over that slightly bruised and very sensitive patch deep inside me.
He massaged my belly, my ribs, my breasts. I was surprised how relaxing a breast massage could be, having only ever been groped in darkness by inexperienced hands. Like his thumbs on my hips, he was both arousing and relaxing me further than I'd been before. Firm squeezes, avoiding my nipples, putting his whole body into the motion and nudging his cock back and forth through my pussy, forcing a keening moan out of my mouth. Just as I thought I couldn't take any more, he moved to my shoulders. I sighed in both relief and frustration - my shoulders really were quite tense, and his skilled fingers felt divine as he eased my aching muscles, but my nipples cried out in desperation as my clit throbbed in time to his movements.
Bit by bit, he soothed my arm muscles into submission, even sliding his strong fingers under the edge of my cuffs to massage my wrists. By this stage, I was mindless with need, as the higher he reached up my arms, the more he ground against my clit, until he was fully pressed against my torso, my face buried in the fabric over his muscled chest as I whimpered in desperation.
Finally, he leaned back, though his crotch was still pressed against mine as his hands slid down my arms to cup my breasts.
"Please," I panted, unable to form any other thought.
"I'm feeling some residual tension in you, Keira," he said thoughtfully, his tone professional, but with a devilish twinkle in his eye. "There's a reflexology technique that might help, though it's a little unorthodox."
His thumbs stroked across my nipples, evoking a soft "yes" from my lips.
Taking that as my consent, he began massaging my breasts, much like before, except this time he didn't avoid my nipples, including them in his movements as he ground against my clit in time with the massage. As I dropped my head back against the padded headrest and moaned, he began to concentrate his massage in smaller and smaller circles until he was only touching my areola and nipples. Somehow his fingers managed to massage my tender peaks, not pinching, just rubbing them, building the heat and sending currents through me, back and forth between my nipples and clit, clit and nipples. My moans grew louder, morphing into animalistic cries of need as I thrashed against the padded chair, desperate for more. I felt helpless, held firm by the straps against my wrists, hips, thighs and ankles. The reminder of my bondage made my pussy clench around the invader inside me, and the shriek of my over-stretched muscles sent me over the edge as I screamed my orgasm.
Noah took this as his cue to start actually fucking me, his huge cock no longer passively maintaining his hardness with shallow strokes, but now a battering ram, pulling nearly all the way out before slamming in again, and again, driving my orgasm higher with each impact against my clit, each thrust deep inside. My breath hitched each time I felt him press against my G-spot, his cock so thick that he couldn't help but pummel it with each thrust inwards. I could barely breathe, my orgasm going on and on, my pussy convulsing around him, my hands curled into fists high above my head. I felt lightheaded, unable to take a full breath as my brain went into meltdown, overloaded by the unending orgasmic bliss, and everything faded away.
***
When I returned to my body, I was face-down on the treatment chair, my arms still strapped above my head, and my torso pretty much completely horizontal, which was a nice change, easing the pressure on my wrists. The gossamer robe I'd been wearing before had been removed - not that it had protected me before anyway.
The leg braces were now positioned so I was kneeling on them, and straps around my thighs and ankles held me firmly in place so I couldn't have fallen off, even in my passed out state. My knees were slightly further apart than was comfortable, but the burn in my inner thighs was barely noticeable compared to the tenderness of my nipples, pressed up against the slightly textured disposable cover on the treatment table/chair/contraption.
I wondered how long I'd been out for - my anus felt slightly tender, and my rectum felt strangely empty.
"Hello?" I called out, unsure what had happened, or where Noah had gone.
A moment later, I heard the door slide open, and Noah greeted me.
"Ah, you're awake. Perfect timing. Don't worry, it's quite common to lose consciousness midway through these kinds of reflexology treatments - they tend to stimulate the vagus nerve," he chuckled briefly, and I heard some oil being pumped from the dispenser he'd used earlier, and the sound of him warming it up in his hands. "I noticed a little pressure near your perineum, so I took the opportunity to give you an express deep cleanse, and now we're ready to continue the treatment."
