She moved to the chair, reached down and hit the release button that flipped the seat panel up. Jessica secured the long rubber cock into the fucking machine that was built into the base of the chair. She then moved to close it, reaching into the hole with her other hand and guided the tip of the cock through the opening until the seat snapped back into place. There was now a few inches of shiny rubber dong sticking straight up from the seat. She drizzled the toy in lubricant before tossing the tube aside and returning to collect her slave.
“Alright, slut” Jessica spoke as she unlocked his arm binder. “It’s time to get acquainted with your new home.”
“Home?” he asked incredulously.
“For the day at least” she responded. She tossed the leather restraints aside before unzipping him at the ass. “I should be back some time this afternoon. Early evening at the latest…”
Francis swallowed as she led him to the chair.
“Now, have a seat and make sure to get that slutty hole of yours right on top of the cock! You don’t want this thing jamming you in the tailbone.”
“Yes, Mistress.”
He turned around and sat down carefully. The latex of his suit meshed with the plush leather noisily, the leather rippling as his weight lowered onto it. His well trained sphincter parted for the slick, rubbery dildo. He let out a low moan as he settled into the chair, the tip of the girthy dong widening his back door quickly.
Jessica slid behind the chair and pressed down on his shoulders. She chuckled as he groaned, reacting to a bit more of the rubber cock inching up his ass. She then took his arms one by one and wrapped them around the back of the chair. She locked his wrists into the chair’s built in restraints and wrapped thick leather bindings around his biceps that buckled his arms to the chair like belts.
She moved to the the front of the seat and did the same with his ankles. His legs were drawn together tightly as the leather bindings wound around his calves. She moved back to his torso and applied two more tight leather straps across his thighs and chest before her work was complete. Her latex gimp was completely immobilized in the stern looking bondage chair.
The mischievous nun stepped to the console and held down a button. The chair began raising slowly. Jessica looked over her shoulder, tracking the motion until she could tell Francis’ face was at ‘cock level’ for the average nun. She released the button and the lift hummed to a stop.
“In a few hours, you will no longer be thirsty. On that you have my word.”
“Thank you, Mistress.”
She flipped the switch that began the fucking machine. The speed dial, which listed numbers from one to ten, was turned to five. Francis grunted as the thick dildo plowed deeply into his ass. It withdrew at the same pace, oscillating in a steady fucking rhythm. He pulled on his bindings reflexively, but his limbs didn’t budge a millimeter. The cock glided up his asshole and slurped back out with mechanical efficiency. Thick lube seeped into his fleshy depths with each penetration.
Jessica turned and seized the top of his hooded head. Her eyes burrowed deep into her overwhelmed slave.
“You are the property of Mistress Superior. I expect you to please my Sisters well. Any reports of dissatisfaction will result in harsh punishment for you. Understood?”
“Yes, Mistress…” he said through clenched teeth. His ass was still growing accustomed to the fat, thrusting phallus spearing in and out of his pucker.
“Good” she said as she slipped a leather blindfold over the top half of his hood. “Enjoy, slut!”
Francis found himself in total darkness. He heard the door open and close followed by the sign on the entrance rotating. No doubt he’d been marked as ‘available.’ He couldn’t make out their muffled words, but he heard Mistress and Vivian converse briefly before Jessica walked off.
He breathed deeply and focused on taking the anal invader. The burning sensation in his ass slowly started to lessen. As always, the discomfort of the initial invasion was worth it. The slick cockmeat was thrumming over his prostate nicely. With each long, deep thrust, the pleasurable sensation was blossoming and starting to make him giddy. He pulled on the restraints holding his arms behind the chair. The inability to touch himself was its own form of torture in this scenario.
Suddenly, he heard the sign on the outside rotate again, followed by the door opening. Footfalls of heavy leather stamped into the private room, pausing as the door was pulled closed.
“Hello again, Francis” Vivian said in her most sultry tones. “It’s ten minutes till we open, but there’s no reason we can’t have a little rehearsal. Isn’t that right?”
“Yes, please Mistress!” he answered with enthusiasm. The hunger clawed at Francis’ stomach. Jessica’s morning feeding had only lasted him a couple hours. Recently, it felt like the thirst returned more swiftly. He needed more feedings. Francis craved them more frequently. He needed what Vivian had.
“I bet you’ve learned to love the dark meat, living with Mistress Superior.”
“Very much so, Mistress Vivian.”
Francis heard the zipper of Vivian’s latex robe unwind. She stepped forward, her body straddling his locked legs. She closed the distance and brought her weapon to within inches of the bound gimp’s mouth. He could smell her musk and feel the heat of her cock as she pressed the tip of her massive python to his lips.
“That’s good, hun, because you’re about to get the full black experience.”
She grabbed both sides of his blindfolded face and pressed forward. Vivian fed her warm, thick, twitching monster into his velvety mouth with no gentleness. As her tip reached the back of his throat and began curving down into his gullet, he sputtered and gagged up wads of phlegm, but that just made Vivian burrow even deeper. She pushed her hips forward until her entire length was packed firmly in his wet hole and his chin was buried in the flesh of her fat, cum-packed sack.
Vivian wasted no time pulling out a few inches and sawing herself right back in. The bottom third of her cock stayed lodged in his tight, gripping throat. Wet slurps and sucking gags came regularly as her swollen scrotum began smacking against the bottom of Francis’ face.
“Suck it good, puta padre. Yeah, I know your cute little nickname. Heard Mistress Superior call you that a few times. Fitting name for a holy man like yourself. I guess that term means something different now, doesn’t it? A man with two holes to fuck!”
Francis attempted to respond, but it came out as sloppy throating noises as she pumped his mouth vigorously. Vivian chuckled as he tried to speak around her gargantuan schwanz. She began pummeling his face harder as thick pre-cum spilled from her tip and coated his throat in pasty gunk.
“Yeah, I’ve been wanting for the chance to shaft your sissy, white throat for months. It’s perfect that your first cumfessional is our first time together. Won’t be the last though!”
Francis pulled against his bindings in futility. There was absolutely no give. Vivian was fucking his mouth like her personal fleshlight as the thick, black dildo continued plunging his pucker. His world was bondage and darkness as both his holes were pounded with hard, sticky schlong relentlessly.