The Knight and the Acolyte Book 8 Chapter 9 The Knight s Passion
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Trish had gotten separated from her friends that evening. They’d been out to celebrate her acquisition of a new employment post, it was highly-paid and fulfilled everything she’d ever dreamed about in a job! Her boss was amazing too…with film star looks and a 10′ cock ! She knew this for a fact because she’d had it in all three holes at the interview ! Larry seemed obsessed with her smooth tight cunt , accommodating arsehole and bra-busting titties so she looked forward to a thrilling stint at the firm. Thus it was she and her friends hit the town bigtime….bars , nightclubs and discos…they’d been to, and been chucked out of, most of them . By then they were all very much the worse for wear and even Trish was regretting the last round of drinks as they clattered up yet another dimly-lit alley. ‘Hey! Look at this…!’, Mary had stopped by a doorway and was peering at a tatty poster pinned to the inside of the open door….The girls crowded round to read…Anthea, who was a little more puritanical than the others tut-tutted loudly….’Disgusting!’, she snorted and started to move off, her hand catching on Trish’s arm, trying to pull her away. The rest of the girls started giggling…’I dare you to go in,’ said Angela to Mary. Just then a woman barged out of an inner door. Her face was flushed and she was wiping her mouth with a tissue. She stopped to stare at the swaying bunch of women then gave a leery grin..’That was….fucking unreal !……That cock must have been a foot long !’ Breathing heavily she adjusted her clothes then click clacked away into the darkness.Angela and Mary hesitated, each one egging the other on….eventually Mary slipped through the door while the rest of them waited, all of a tizz. Anthea was still trying to get them to move on. In her alcoholic haze Trish was more than willing to follow Mary and see what happened! But then Mary came out, her downcast expression telling a sad story…it seemed that the place was closing for a few minutes while the ‘staff’ was getting changed ! Anthea gave a sigh of relief and soon had the crowd of them reluctantly continuing on their way.
At the next bar Trish was doing her best to stick to fruit juices but a few of the others were still experimenting with the more outlandish cocktails the joint provided. It was about an hour later when Trish sought the relief of the restroom…she sagged on the toilet and tried getting her head together. While she was in there the rest of her friends were getting hit on by a bunch of d***ken sailors. Angela and Mary were all for being picked up. They had exhausted the delights of an all-girl night out and were more than ready for the introduction of eager cock, quite literally! With their numbers rapidly diminishing the other girls staggered out and made their way along to another watering-hole! Trish’s absence didn’t hit them for quite awhile. By then Trish had regained some sort of command of her legs and was once again back in the bar. A few helpful bums put her straight about her companions….too tired to feel anger she decided to go down the row of bars in search of them. It soon became clear that the trail had gone cold . She retraced her steps then found herself in the same dark alley where the hole in the wall sex booth was situated. She stood swaying uncertainly at the doorway. Her baser instinct then took over and she found herself reaching for the handle of inner door and tiptoeing inside.
Once inside the building Trish handed over 25 dollars at dingy pay booth …’What the heck!’, she thought, as she was directed along a corridor and into a narrow booth. The harsh lighting made her squint and it was a few moments before she could locate the holes in the wall. There was a heady odour of sperm and ripe cunt in the airless cubicle. There were even some soiled panties strewn on the floor. It looked like someone had recently mopped the concrete floor, none too carefully…unmistakeable globules of fresh spunk made her wary of her stance. Her high heels were slippery at the best of times and she didn’t want to compromise her already unsteady state and have a nasty fall in that place!
Suddenly a voice barked out from a speaker in the corner….the person in control of the joint was obviously using a vocoder..the eerie, mechanical tones made Trish shiver yet excited. She was told what to do and she obeyed like the true submissive she was!
She approached the wall and saw the variety of apertures on offer. Each was covered by a rubber membrane pierced at its centre by a small hole. She was ordered to choose the opening nearest to the height of her mouth and to wiggle a finger through it. She realised the one she chose was much larger than the others lower down. The wide taut black membrane suddenly morphed into a face! Trish nearly fell over in surprise. The weird mask had a big pink tongue sticking out of it! She was told to move close and place her own mouth there and slide her tongue into the guy’s mouth. She felt so awkward, the effect of all that drink made her actions clumsy but eventually she was standing there, virtually on tiptoe, french kissing a rubber face. It was surprisingly easy to mould her lips to his! The rubber stretched to accommodate both their thrusting tongues, their mixing saliva helping to lubricate their oral intimacy. Trish even started to enjoy it! She was waiting for the voice’s next commands…how was she going to progress to the next level ? Which lower holes were going to be brought in to use for their mutual delight! ?
That long juicy french kiss was beginning to get Trish excited….she was held there against the wall as if in a dream, that flexing tongue and those gluing lips working up her arousal with steady expertise. There were no thoughts of breaking that kiss , only a delicious desire for matters to move on to the next level. Throughout , her hands had been placed on the wall…now she began moving them up and down over her skimpy dress and stockinged thighs. The tinny voice barked out an other command….Trish obeyed, dropping her arms flat to her sides. She had been told to do this and to shuffle her lower body close to the wall. At just the correct height she felt her mons press against another rubber membrane. She gave a jump as she felt a small flexing fingerlike appendage thrust through the hole in the membrane and search for her vaginal split through her clothing. The voice ordered her to ruche her skirt right up to her waist. Trish did this quickly, her body giving an excited shudder as she felt that wiggling worm play over the vee of her taut g-string. She thrust her crotch hard against the membrane now, willing that finger or whatever it was…to pierce her thong and play with her engorging cuntlips and clit.The fluttering in her lower groin announced the first flow of her inner juices…she knew that her g-string would be soaked through very soon ! To command she slid her thumbs under the side-strings of that filmy vee and pushed it off her mons, as far down her thighs as her long arms allowed. Now her bare sex was plastered to that rubber. She thought the still unbroken kiss was getting more passionate. There was a new kind of pressure in her mouth as if that tongue was somehow enlarging and plugging her mouth. Her nose-tip was now pushing uncomfortably against the face behind the rubber membrane, the texture of it hurting her delicate skin . She tried angling her head sideways to relieve the discomfort but that working tongue managed to keep her face more or less square to the wall.
Suddenly she was was aware of a new pressure on the back of her head. Unseen by her a mechanical arm had descended from the ceiling, its inner curved surface moulding the the back of her head. In a panic she tried pulling away from the wall and twisting sideways out of that restraint. She was too late. The nature of those clever curves was trapping her head completely now. The pressure was building inexorably…that face behind the membrane not yielding- it was as if it was made of steel. Trish’s heart was pounding, for the first time she was truly terrified. The remote voice barked out another order. Trish hesitated….hesitated too long. A needle jabbed into the base of her neck. Her mouth gaped over the black membrane but that pulsating growth inside her mouth stifled the scream she knew she was making. A hot sweat broke out of her flesh, all over and her body began quivering uncontrollably. In a confused daze she strove to remember that last command. The excruciating rays of pain shot out from that puncturing needle. At last her body obeyed and she dropped her arms straight down her side. Immediately the needle withdrew and she choked with relief as the agony abated. She then heard more mechanical sounds and quickly realised two arms were dropping outside her own, arms with curved hoops that fitted all the way down to her wrists. She was now held immobile agianst the wall. She did give a feeble attempt to free one arm but to no avail. She was well and truly trapped now. All the while that loveless kiss was gluing her mouth to the membrane. Her copious saliva was seeping out from her mashed lips, coursing down her chin and neck into her deep cleavage as her weakening tongue tried to keep that bloated wet ‘thing’ inside her mouth under control!
The firm inward pressure on her arms was starting to hurt Trish’s heaving ribcage. She was trying to keep her rising panic from getting out of control. She had thought about just dropping to her knees but now realised it was all too late to wriggle her way out of those ingenious restraints. The insistent probing between her thighs had achieved the result Trish inwardly craved. That ‘finger’ was gently flexing, rotating inside her vestibule, her slippery inner folds receiving a thrilling massage . Trish found herself giving answering hip motions to increase the pleasurable sensation. She could almost hear the drip drip drip of her vaginal juices hitting the concrete floor!.Her large breasts were squashed up against the hard wall, her nipples painfully engorged.It all seemed a fantastic dream, or was it ‘nightmare’ ….in her drink-befuddled brain the conflicting feelings, emotions were overwhelming her now! For a split-second she nearly passed out, a combination of that crafty fingering of her cunt , together with an all-enveloping desire to blot out her predicament, a predicament was seemed on the border of toppling over into something purely terrifying and dangerous.
She came to her senses just as that worming finger was joined by another ‘implement’ …something like a mouth, but softer, more malleable…that attended to the apex of her sex in such a thrilling way! Not possesed of a very large or prominent clitoris she was aware that this apparatus had homed in on her lovebud with unerring accuracy. Its agile motions and cunning frottage very quickly had her crotch and hips responding . A delicious glow flooded her loins and she found herself gasping and moaning into the orifice that was still clamped to her own mouth. She seemed to lift off the floor, her whole being rapt in a kind of ecstasy. A brief glimpse of Bernini’s The Ecstasy of St Teresa statue in Rome burst into her mind….she started shuddering, her breasts scr****g up and down the wall and her outstretched legs quivering. She came more violently, more painfully and yet oh so exquisitely that she understood the truly sexual nature of that Saint’s desire for union with her Christ!
Her love-juices were almost spraying out of her now. The powerful and rhythmic pulsing all along her empty vaginal sheath were actually painful, she needed a thick and potent shaft in there to grip upon and to pleasure…As if the presence on the other side of the partition was reading her every thought there was an increasing pressure in her dribbling vestibule. It only took a few seconds before her contracting honey-walls were being spread,stretched and penetrated! She groaned and renewed her liquid tongue-fencing with the tireless appendage that flexed and invaded her oral cavity. Inch by inch her cunt was getting impaled by that unseen ‘cock’. It was doing things to her that no other cock had ever done. Its throbbing surface really did throb…its flexing, distorting girth rubbing along every screaming millimetre of her violated sheath. The most veined penis imaginable could never have worked and massaged her sensitive inner walls as they were now being worked and massaged. Trish was aware that her shaven, slick mons was mashed tight against that rubber membrane. Those tender prominences of plump flesh that protected her pubic bone were gradually being worn red-raw…a deep kind of pain was sending shooting darts of heat through her groin. And yet she gloried in this new sensation, even answering with some fierce hip action that she knew would intensify her agony….This was all completely new territory and she flew into it almost fearlessly !
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