Her naked body is impressive. As stated, it is large and powerful. Her breasts are mountainous but firm and capped with nipples the size of silver dollars. And if Jasmine’s body can aptly be compared to a sleek, well exercised, thorough bred horse, Salina’s would be that of a bull. The sculpted muscling is not perceptible but there is no doubt as to the level of her power and strength. Her buttocks are rounded, muscled, and interesting to observe. But when Lady Constance moves to the right side, I realize that whatever is about to occur, I should reposition myself. And as I watch from the left-side Salina lifts the stretched scrotum of 32 and introduces the tip of the horribly disfigured rubber shaft to the anus.
“Just relax, my little pet. You know Salina will take what she wants whether you open yourself or not.”
Salina toys with the tightly banded penis. It quivers and reddens but within a minute, number 32 begins to writhe in pain. The unseen teeth within the band are performing their function. With arousal comes torment and 32 struggles in his tight bonds.
“Yes, you’re going to give Salina a good ride this afternoon. This is why the new boys are so enjoyable, Lady Constance. My more experienced whores just lie and take it.”
A slight thrust of Salina’s hips and a groan from 32 indicates she is knocking on the door of the tight aperture.
“Yes. You’re going to be milked of some fluid today. We’ll show Lady Constance some of your male essence. I’m going to pump it from you.”
Salina pushes with her hips, diddles the penis with her right hand and gruffly pulls about the amazing scrotal sac with her left.
“You have quite the load here, 32. You can’t squirt it like a normal male, but Salina knows how to extract it. Yes. You’ll give it up like a cow gives milk.”
Interesting words and thoughts providing a level of debasement which I would describe as effective and appropriate for Lady Constance’s enjoyment. Salina thrusts further and then, either in eagerness or frustration, gives one large lunge with her thighs and buttocks. 32 cries out and the entire length of the odd phallus disappears.
Almost simultaneously, the penis, forced into flaccidity by the evil metal band, begins to ooze clear pre-ejaculatory fluid.
“A bull’s eye on the prostate gland,” comments a laughing Lady Constance. “With Dr. Greta’s internal scans, we never miss.”
Salina begins thrusting with fervor. She pulls far back and thrusts deeply. Again and again. 32 groans with each pull and cries out with each thrust. It sounds as if Salina i
s playing a most discordant musical instrument. But when I look to her face, her eyes are closed in ecstasy. The female end is providing much gratification and she indeed is working the restrained male like a whore. Deep penetrating thrust after thrust.
After a time the flow from 32's penis turns somewhat cloudy.
“Semen,” observes Lady Constance. “His sperm is being forced out due to Salina’s manipulation of the prostate. Too bad he can only feel the pain of his banding.”
Lady Constance laughs watching the naked male, lying with thighs open to his tormentress, and being milked, as described, of his male essence.
“It’s actually rather healthy for him. Prevents prostate problems,” comments Lady Constance.
But the look of pleasure on Salina’s face suggests other motivating factors and such is borne out when she pauses from her thrusts, leans forward and aggressively pinches 32's nipples. This causes the lad to spasm and writhe in newly found pain and his gyrations obviously transfer added sensations of delight to the female end of the dildo.
Next, her fingers find the testicles. Pulling up the scrotum with her left hand, the powerful fingers of her right firmly knead the gonads, squeezing on occasion and patiently waiting for the resulting convulsive response which serves to jiggle the rubber implement within her feminine passage. It is an amazing display of the dominance of the female over the male. She is indeed playing a musical instrument and the sweet tunes of his cries of anguish and reactions to the painful hand work result in heightened pleasure for the puissant Salina.
She resumes thrusting. The oversized muscles of her thighs and buttocks lift the lower half of naked male completely off the table and were it not for the heavy yoke, I believe Salina could carry the smaller male about the room impaled on the end of her phallus.
Finally, she slows. Satiated, she smiles and squeezes the flaccid, reddened penis. A final glob of white cream oozes forth and she steps back. A plopping sound signals the end to the penetration and Salina once again kicks number 15 lying below her feet.
“Clean,” is her abbreviated command. And she assists the quiet beast off the floor by grasping his ears and pulling upwards.
Lady Constance motions for us to depart. When I look back, 15 is kneeling before Salina and again obsequiously applying his tongue to the curiously crafted rubber phallus.
When we return to our chariot, our steeds are kneeling in rest. Lady Constance retrieves the water bottle and again lovingly waters her team. She also inspects the nipples and genitals for welts and open wounds. Finding none she diddles both to full erection and steps into the chariot. Next stop, the beach.
The ride is obviously all downhill to the ocean. The continuous decline causes the ponies to strain to slow the speeding chariot as gravity causes it to accelerate to speeds beyond the capabilities of their feet. This angers Lady Constance, who relishes the feel of the tropical wind blowing over her bare breasts. Thus any feeling of resistance to letting the chariot speed along earns nasty flicks to the penises.
The road levels for a stretch, then Lady Constance pulls the reins to the right. A more narrow downward sloping road causes the contest between the ponies and Lady Constance’s whip to resume.
Finally, a patch of deep blue appears, and we approach the leeward side of the island where the elevated land cuts off the steady breeze. This results in a scene of tropical paradise, with a patch of the Caribbean as blue and as smooth as I’ve seen. And when the road ends, the ponies’ feet reach sand..., pure, white and extremely fine. They begin to prance and Lady Constance smiles.
“They like the feeling of soft sand. I’ve run them quite a bit today. I’ll water them again and let them frolic a while. The medical building is just a little ways down the beach and from there it’s only a half mile back to Estovia.”
It’s some hundred yards to the water’s edge and the speed of the chariot slowly diminished as the wheels sink into the softness.
“Let’s walk a bit, Doctor. The chariot’s a little heavy for the sand.”