Rewrites of my works coming with early access for Patrons on P - A - T - R - E - O - N at CesareBorgiaWrites
The intoxicating atmosphere of the sex club filled what few of Lily's senses were free, she could feel the throbbing beat being blasted through a dozen loudspeakers, and could almost sense the hundreds of eyes watching her. It was one of the most erotic experiences the stunning redhead had ever had, her mouth and throat completely overwhelmed by the thick, veiny cock pistoning between her lips, churning up a mess of throatslop and pre-cum that leaked out around her husband's manhood in an obscene, sloppy mess. Yet, it was an experience she could neither see nor hear, the visual and audible parts of her defilement on the stage of the sex club in front of a crowd denied to her by James's sudden onset of sadism. He'd completely hooded her with a leather cowl, leaving only her jaw and her mouth bare, and even then they weren't entirely spared.
A harness was fitted to the hood, radiating from a ring at the back of her head through which her long crimson braid hung, with three straps radiating from it, one around each side and one over the top of her head, joining at her forehead with another ring. From there two more straps split off, following the contour in the leather of her nose, joining with the second horizontal set of straps, these serving to anchor a black ring of metal set between her lips, the gag keeping her mouth locked open wide enough for James to bury his shaft down her throat, using her as nothing more than an oral cocksleeve. Not that she hadn't earned the punishment, Lily decided, letting Harry turn her into his own unfaithful little piece of free use fuckmeat. Not that she regretted it, plus, the punishment was going to be sublime.
That was what had resulted in her current situation, bound to an arched bench on a sex club stage, though she couldn't see it, Lily knew that her whole body, bound in leather and latex, was not just exposed, but on display to all the sexually depraved and deviant guests attending the club that night. It had seemed as James brought her in at the end of her collar and leash, that the Ecstasy Enchained was heaving. Certainly, her chest was heaving, her breasts capped by flushed pink nipples, adorned with the jewelled piercings and a silver chain between each nipple-ring glistening and flashing under the spotlights illuminating her. The same lights reflected off the gleaming latex of her black straightjacket, binding her arms tightly behind her back, while exposing everything else, so short that it covered only her arms, shoulders and neck up to where her studded collar was locked.
To an onslaught of cheers and whistles, James, grasping his unfaithful wife's ponytail, throatfucked her with brutal cock-thrusts, treating her as a cocksleeve made for his pleasure and nothing more. He swiftly buried himself to the hilt in Lily's throat, her neck visibly bulging and the fine slits in her hood that allowed her to breathe now smothered underneath his balls. He leaned forward, the bound redhead's desperate choking clasping and massaging his cock, her senses amplified by the slow deprivation of oxygen, the scent and flavour of cock now her entire world, her mind blank to anything but her throat being speared full of her husband's fat drool-soaked dick. She could do nothing but arch her back further as she hit a thunderous breath-starved orgasm, the rings through her pierced nipples vibrating with James's magic and his fingers skillfully playing with her soaked cunt, bringing her to an earth-shaking climax in a spray of juices and frantically clenching cuntmuscles as her body screamed for air while completely helpless to resist the cock orally impaling her.
Slowly, he unsheathed his manhood from Lily's throat, his throbbing length gleaming under the lights with the throatslop he'd churned up, finally allowing his wife the precious air that her deepthroat abuse had denied. She was still panting and coughing as James unclasped her ring gag, but, before she could react, he had replaced it with a ballgag, one that, though she could not see it, was a bright red, perfectly suited to clash horribly with her reddish lipstick and fiery red hair.
"Usually I'd love to hear you scream Lily-slut, but tonight I want to hear you whimper, choke and whine like the cock-addicted fucktoy we both know you are." he murmured.
Grasping her fine braid of crimson hair, he hauled his whimpering wifeslut onto her knees, pushing her down onto the bench and deftly binding a metal hook into her braid. It quickly proved too short by a goodly distance to reach its intended target, a problem solved this by forcibly arching Lily's back until the thick, ribbed reverse of the hook pressed into her puckered asshole.
The sensations from her hair being pulled tight and her clenched little asshole stretched around a fat piece of steel was only amplified when, moments later, James slammed his saliva-soaked cock into her dripping quim, effectively double-penetrating the bound slut for all to see. His pace was brutal from the moment he entered her hungry cunt, inch after inch of veiny cock swallowed to the hilt by her pussy in the blink of the eye, filling her with his throbbing cockmeat from her folds to her womb.
She could only whine into her ballgag as she was fucked, the cowl denying her sight and vision, leaving her only with her sense of smell and her sense of touch. The latter was hypersensitive, denying most of her other senses making the nerves in her body, especially those in her twat as James's cock slammed in and out of her soaked quim, as well as those in her hooked and stretched asshole, and of her bouncing tits, pierced and chained. The pressure on her scalp from her hair and the anal hook, which held her body so arched, was an exquisitely painful counterpoint to the ecstasy radiating from the balls-deep fucking her pussy was taking. The bounce of her tits with every thrust that impaled her, added to the weight and the play on her skin of the magically-vibrating nipple rings and the fine chain joining them only adding to it.
Well on his way to his climax thanks to the earlier throatfucking he'd given Lily, James fucked her tight cunt hard, pounding her through a whimpering, squirting orgasm before he couldn't last any longer. Still in the aftershocks of a massive fuck-induced climax, Lily suddenly found her pussy emptied, and the world - as little she could feel of it - shifting around her as her knees slammed into the stage. With deft motions, James undid all the straps of her harness, but for the ballgag, which he left in place, unlacing the hood and tearing it out from under the strap of Lily's gag. She found herself, without warning, under the flashing lights of the club, the throbbing beat filling her overburdened senses. Her eyes barely refocused in time to see her husband's spurting cock as he unleashed a torrent of cum, each gush of seed plastering her sweat-soaked features in a thick white glaze for everyone to see, his blasts of creamy cockcream painting her features with hot, sticky seed from forehead to her bottom lip, seeping into her gagged mouth.
She came back to herself as the anal hook was loosened and James hauled her to her feet by her leash, a stinging spank to each ass cheek prompted her to give a bow, presenting her cumsoaked features dripping semen down onto her chest, dribbling onto her pierced nipples as the crowd cheered wildly. James led her off the stage, handing off her leash to someone, a someone who she recognised as her own son even as he turned her around and tugged her back out into the limelight.
The last thing Lily heard before he was drowned out by the audience was James saying;
"And that, Harry, is how to show off a depraved little fuckslut like her. See if you can do any better!"