Cassandra and Flynn - and Sarah

On the evening of 3 June 2081, Flynn stood in the shower holding Cassandra with her ass cupped in his hands, curling all 150 pounds of her up and down his cock while she howled at the ceiling and cum sprayed in a scalding sheet all over both of them. It was hotter than the bathwater. He bent his knees a little, held her steady, and jackhammered all sixteen inches of his cock in and out of her as fast as he could and her howl yiped and wavered up into a screeching squeal. Her cum stung their skin with its heat and power as he plowed her four inches wide to her cervix and plopped it four inches wide open into her uterus with every thrust.

She had kicked, kneed, punched, and squeezed his giant nuts as hard as she could for a solid hour beforehand and the agony was still exploding up from them into his guts. He was severely nauseous and running on fumes. She had tortured his nuts every day for hours, then they had fucked for hours, then she had tortured him some more, then they fucked some more. For the last sixteen days he had not cum and she had promised him that if he could hold back for this last session, she'd fuck him and jerk him off outside tomorrow. She wanted to see how much cum his magnificent balls could manufacture.

But if he came during this last session, she promised to rupture both his nuts, then have them surgically repaired. Perhaps she didn't realize just how exquisitely agonizing a kick to the balls was, but she had put his balls through so much overwhelming pain that he had no problem not being able to cum. Yet sex with the world's most beautiful woman and tightest, most powerful pussy enabled him to stay rock hard and give her all the pounding, delicious fucking she wanted.

And Cassandra wanted a lot. He jackhammered on, legs shuddering from the effort, every muscle all over him gorgeously colossal from the strain of holding her off the floor for the last thirty minutes. His abs were cut sharper than he had ever seen them. He leaned forward and sucked her right nipple into his mouth. He licked and flicked it, slathering, sucking in her whole breast soft and warm. His balls flopped up and spanked her hard with every thrust and he winced non-stop as they slapped her ass and bounced back down beneath him, flopped up and smacked, bounced down hard.

This would be the most glorious, euphoric orgasm Cassandra had ever experienced. Much more intense than the one he gave her in prison. She squealed a wide open grin at the ceiling, thrashing her legs wild around him, squeezing her nails into his shoulders and undulating in heaving waves as he fucked her orgasm into the empyrean. Her pussy was impossibly tight and he grunted with the effort to shove it open, stretching it wide and deep.

She had been screaming and cumming for the last two minutes. One hundred and twenty seconds of intolerably euphoric ecstasy, and now, Flynn's eyes opened wide with horror as he felt his own orgasm slowly chew up into his taint. He felt his balls drawing heavily up. Now they weren't spanking her ass and sending yelps of agony up into his belly. He didn't dare stop fucking her. He wanted her to know she had chosen the world's greatest lover as her sex slave.

So he quickly thought about the final kick she had given him before they resumed fucking. For a whole hour she had had him stand or kneel in various positions in the shower and unleashed her mightiest kicks and knees, full-force punches, and then giggled and squealed with delight as he crumpled and writhed over and over in the fetal position, cupping his balls loose behind his thighs, knees crossed and trembling, moaning desperate whimpers as the agony wrenched and squeezed into his bowels.

She let him catch his breath after each strike. Then he had to stagger into the next position and take another. Her last kick was the most powerful field goal she had ever managed. Flynn was on all fours facing away from her and her foot scooped up both his balls and smashed them from four inches round and juicy to one inch flat as pancakes against his crotch and flipped him completely over onto his back. His frantic moaning whimpered up high and loud while he was still in mid-air, and when he landed, his hands shot between his thighs, grabbed his balls and his thighs slapped together as he flopped over and over on the shower floor, spitting and mewling. The agony was so overwhelming she could see it erupting in vibrating shudders all over him, again and again, wave after fast wave of it and she busted out laughing brightly, bent over and hands on her knees. Flynn whined like a dog as the nausea swelled into a firestorm from his screaming balls. The misery in his guts became worse than the agony in his nuts and he cradled his balls in his right hand and clutched his belly with his left, rocking hard over with belching heaves.

"As soon as you can get up," she had said, "I want you to hold me up and pound me really hard! I want every inch with every thrust! I wanna see just how hard you can make me cum!" Ten minutes later, Flynn managed to stand on shaky legs and stagger to her. She grinned and turned the shower on.

Now, thirty minutes later, the pain was suddenly vanishing and he didn't want it to. In about thirty seconds, he was going to blast sixteen days' worth of cum into her, and then she would pop his balls like tomatoes. His eyes drew tight as the fear took over, and then his rage at not wanting to lose his balls overwhelmed his fear. He regained control of his mind. He staggered around to his left, holding her and her screaming began to subside. Her scalding spray of cum dwindled to several fat spurts and she panted a lusty moan, "What? What's wrong?"

"I'm about to cum!" he whimpered. "Hang on! Shit! Fuck!! Goddammit!! Jesus!!" And he turned the hot water off. The shower quickly fell to an ice bath and he moaned rapid purrs with his face in the spray of a showerhead, pressed her back against the wall and shook heavily all over. The cold water shocked his senses back to reality but it wasn't enough. His balls were singing with delight. He had ten seconds to think of something else, but he couldn't. Flynn was about to cum. He started sobbing weakly into the water as she watched with a chuckling grin, "Please! Please! No! Jesus! I'm gonna cum! Cassie, I'm trying not to! Please, don't let me cum! Don't take my balls!"

"It's okay, honey! I know what to do!" she soothed him and he felt her feet swing around from his ass to between his thighs, she found his fat, meaty balls bunched up tight against him and pressed her arches together around his sack, his balls beneath her feet, and she kicked hard down, yanking them six inches away from him. He howled rapid whining yelps, with desperate falsetto terror as the agony blasted up as fresh and richly unbearable as her final kick forty minutes earlier. The pain took over his brain and the greatest, most ecstatically delectable orgasm he could ever imagine would now have to wait for tomorrow. His balls were no longer singing with delight but screaming for mercy. The misery seared back up into his belly all the way to his diaphragm, and just as he heaved over with his first retch, she kicked his balls down hard again, stretching them seven inches from him. He felt his cords straining and keened up a whining, blubbering mewl as the nausea finally won the day.

Flynn hung his chin over her right shoulder and puked gatorade, steak, eggs, and French fries down the wall, down her back and all over the floor. Cassandra burst into heaving laughter as he dry-heaved again and again, loud growling pukes of stomach acid. She kicked and kicked with his balls between her feet, yanking them hard and rubbing her feet together. "They're so spongy and warm! I fucking love the way the feel!" she snarled. The agony and misery raged on but he was done puking. He spat long slimes of dribble. "Back to fucking, honeybunny!!" she purred. "I want one more minute of hard cumming! Get that jackhammer back to work!"

He groaned and whimpered as he staggered closer to the wall, hefted her up a little and set his shaking legs in a shallow squat. Then he took a deep breath, baring his beautiful teeth at her and pounded it in hard and fast, fucking her with every inch he could, but she wouldn't release his balls from her feet, so every thrust in yanked them down and he growled like a bear through his teeth as he took the pain with pure fury and her bright quivering wails fluttered up again. Her pussy clenched tighter, tighter, a volcanic vise as he shoved every inch he had deep and deliciously wide into her, through her cervix, and finally her wails yelped and hopped with her body as her orgasm returned to peak intensity. She released his balls as her legs thrashed wild around him, feet trembling against his hips, his ass, his thighs as he banged her as fast as he could. He no longer cared if he might hurt her. He fucked her with every ounce of strength he had left, loud bestial grunts echoing with the meaty smacks of their hips. Faster, harder, he fucked her and felt a fresh hot flood around his cock. Cum sprayed up with her voice, splashing all over them, geysering up their abs to their chests, spraying their throats and her face as he hung his over her shoulder and worked her pussy better than it had ever felt.

For one solid minute, Cassandra's screams could be heard one hundred yards down the hill from her house. She sounded desperate, now, afraid, as he had sounded after her final kick. Her shuddering wail had taken on an air of horror. He could hear it and he knew what she was thinking: this might actually kill me. Her cum was spraying the ceiling. His balls dripped his precum in long slime to the floor as he pistoned his cock four thrusts per second sixteen inches out and sixteen inches into her. Her cum spritzed and spewed like a yard sprinkler.

Then her voice slowly descended. She shifted her arms on his back, now a hug more of love than lust. He felt her legs continuing to swing and kick, her inner thighs roiling against his hips. Her cum died down quickly and she undulated three times with squealing yipes as it spurted hot washes over both of them. They were panting as if they'd just finished a marathon. He felt her pussy clenching shivers around his cock, clenching tighter. Then it relaxed suddenly, her legs fell limp against the wall and she laid her head over his right shoulder with a sigh. He felt her drool down his back. He had fucked Cassandra unconscious.

"You wanted it, baby!" he growled and curled her up one last time with a groan. His cock drew a long sucking slurp and kissed out of her. Cum flooded out behind it. He lowered her and held her like a baby, head tucked against his left pec, legs over his right arm. He staggered slowly to the shower knobs and turned the cold off, then hefted her around and padded slowly to the door, dank splashes echoing with the gurgle of the drain as he stepped in water and pussy juice. He kicked the door open and stepped out onto a towel. He knelt with a loud groan as his legs, his arms, his back, everything screamed that he had nothing left, and he gently set her on the towel. He yanked another down from the rack and dried her. He bent over and gave her nipples a final sucking kiss each.

Then he tried to stand but couldn't, so he flopped over beside her and dried himself. She purred awake. "Fffffffuck me!" she whispered.

"Again?!" he moaned. They both laughed a little. He let out a gurgling sigh as he slowly rolled over and pushed himself up to his hands and knees. "Can you get up?" he croaked, "Cause I don't think I can get you up."

"Yeah, I can get up."

"Every muscle is totally spent." He started crawling out into the bedroom, groaning with every movement.

"You look unbelievably fucking gorgeous right now. Like a fucking god!" she said, and slowly sat up, abs rippling. She squatted and stood, holding the doorway as she rose. She chuckled as his balls swung and bounced off his thighs. They were swollen from her torture and looked scrumptiously fat and juicy. They were as big as tangerines. "I wanna suck on those nuts, but I won't."

"Please don't," he groaned and started climbing up the mattress.

"Don't worry. You earned a good orgasm for tomorrow! No more pain for a while!"

He flopped over the covers and slowly rolled his legs up and onto his back and lay panting slowly. They had a fire going in the fireplace. The clock to his right read "9:16." Because of the global climate shift of the 2050s, June was now the most unpredictable month of the year for weather in most places, not February or March. The thunderstorm in which they fucked two weeks earlier had been a pleasant 80-degree day. But it drew in a sharp cold front behind it, and this close to the snowline the temperature outside had plunged to 36 degrees. His cock still raged hard straight up his torso and he shook his head at it. "I'm exhausted, but you've gotten me so damn sexually aroused, I don't - I don't...I - I think you're gonna have to - like - get me drunk or something. I'll never get to sleep. I need whiskey dick or something."

"No problem. You've earned some Macallan 12! How's that sound?"

"Fucking delicious!" He closed his eyes. She staggered by the bed and into the kitchen. He heard her chugging for a while. Then she returned with a fifth of Macallan 12-year-old single-malt Scotch, unopened, and a tumbler with ice.

"You want it straight, on the rocks, or...?"

"Just put it in the glass. I'll drink from the bottle. Whatever." He swallowed.

"You threw up so you don't have much food in you right now. Don't drink too much." She glowed through the firelight as she came to him.

"Nah, just four or five shots should do. Good shots."

She set the bottle and glass on the nightstand on his side, and said, "Let's sit you up." She pulled under his arms and helped him shift up and sit against the headboard, then pulled the blankets down under his ass and legs and brought them up to his waist. His cock showed no signs of softening and six inches of it stuck out from the covers. She leaned over and kissed his glans. He laughed once, then looked over at the whiskey and said, "You're gonna have to hold the glass, I think. I don't wanna spill it. My arms are fucking dead right now."

"And absolutely beautiful." She massaged his left upper arm. "So fucking massive and cut!"

"Well, I just curled a hundred and fifty pounds non-stop for thirty minutes!"

"I cannot begin to describe to you," she said as she popped the cork and poured the whiskey, "how fucking great that orgasm was!" She filled the glass, set the bottle down and held the glass to his lips. He sipped it. "It was even better than the one in the prison! You are the absolute greatest lay I've ever had! And I've had quite a few really good ones!" He finished the glass and she set it down. "Here, let me slide you over so I can lie on this side and get you the whiskey." She pushed him to his right and he slumped to his elbow and groaned loudly through his teeth as he pulled himself to the right side of the mattress. She shifted his legs after him and climbed under the covers next to him, tucked them in and reached out for the whiskey. She poured and brought it around to him.

"I think I can manage," he whispered and took the glass with both hands. The ice rattled as his hands shook, but he got it to his lips and sipped." He sighed. "Good stuff! The 18 is my favorite, but this is really good, too!"

"Mine, too! Fruitier and super rich!" She brought the bottle around and lay warm against him, tits mashing soft and heavy across his left arm and pec. She kissed his shoulder and said, "I fucking love cuddling with you! You're so fucking warm!"

He turned and smiled. "You, too! I'm about to get a lot warmer!" He sipped the whiskey down and she filled the glass. "'Bout four more glasses."

"You got it." She kissed his shoulder and laid her cheek warm against his chest, hair cold and wet over his arm.

His cock began to soften.

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They were both startled awake. Someone was banging on the kitchen door. "Cassie!? Cassie!! Please!! It's Sarah!! I'm fucking dying!! Cassie! You gotta open up!! Please! I'm fucking freezing to death!! Jesus! Please!!"

Cassandra was wide awake and muttered, "What the fuck?!" as she swung out from under the covers and ran into the kitchen. Flynn was still waking up from the whiskey. No hangover. The fire glowed dimly in the fireplace.

"Cassie!! Jesus!! Are you there?!?! Please!!"

"Yeah, I'm coming!! I'm coming!!" He heard her open the door. "Sarah?! Jesus! What the fuck?! Get in here!!"

The wall blocked Flynn's view. "Someone ran me off the road into a lake!!" Sarah screamed weakly. She sounded terrified. "I'm fucking dying!! I'm fucking dying!!"

"You're not - you're not fucking dying! Here! Get these wet clothes off! Fast! C'mon!" He heard wet clothes sopping to the floor. He looked to his right. The clock read "11:26."

"MmmI gonna die??! MmI gonna die??! Cccccassie!!" Sarah was so cold her voice was shivering with her.

"You're not gonna die! You're not gonna die! Calm down! Come on into the bed right now! Come on!" She led Sarah naked and hugging herself into the bedroom. Flynn couldn't see her well, but she was petite compared to Cassandra, maybe five feet six inches and about one hundred and twenty pounds. She was in good shape. Short hair soaked down. Cassandra hurried her onto her side under the covers and pushed her against an extremely muscular man who hugged his right arm around her and pulled her close. Sarah was pretty sure he was naked, but she didn't care. Cassandra sidled up after her, tucked the covers down tight and stroked her waist down over the side of her ass to her left thigh and back up, fast and firm.

"Oh, God!" she moaned. "Oh, God! Oh, God! Jesus! Fuck me! You guys are warm!" Cassandra's massive breasts mashed soft across her back. Flynn estimated by the feel of them against his chest and left arm that Sarah's were solid B-cups. Her nipples could have dialed a rotary telephone.

"Shh. Shh," Cassandra soothed. "You're not gonna die. You're not gonna freeze to death." The man stroked Sarah's arm over the bottom sheet from her shoulder to her elbow.

"Holy fuckle, you guys are warm!!" she moaned. Her shivering was quickly subsiding. She wrapped her left leg over the man's right and pressed her right cheek and ear flat against his chest. His pecs were so massive they felt like hot pillows and she purred as she listened to the slow boom of his heart. She felt his left hand press her frigid left ear warm to her head and his right hand caressed her cheek. She felt Cassandra's feet press against hers as she kept stroking her waist, her ass and legs. Every part of her was warming up quickly.

"Jesus!" Her voice broke. Now she was crying. "I fucking love you so much, Cassie! Thank you so much!" Flynn felt hot tears on his chest. He hugged her a little tighter.

"Shh. Shh," Cassandra said. "There's no shame in crying, honey. Just let it out. You'll feel better." Sarah started heaving with sobs of relief. "She freaks out very easily," Cassandra said to Flynn. "It's PTSD from when she was raped. I've been giving her the best therapy I can for the last two years since I met her. Since it happened. Sarah, isn't today your birthday?"

She panted and caught her breath for a moment and said, "Nnn - morrow!"

"Well, I've got some very good news and then some optional really great news!"

"Yeah?"

Cassandra purred in her sonorous contralto over her ear and Flynn took his hand away, "The bastard who raped you?"

"Yeah? You got him!? Please?"

"We got the motherfucker!" Sarah burst into fresh sobs. They both pressed closer together around her. The man stroked her side over the sheet. "About a month and a half ago! And Sarah?" She didnt answer, just wept. "Two weeks ago I punished him for you!"

Flynn felt her mouth draw wide in a grimace of joy. She looked back and Cassandra smiled sweetly at her. "Dddyou mmmake it we - reawwy bad frim?"

Cassandra nodded her eyes closed. "Tomorrow morning I'll give you your first birthday present! You get to watch the surveillance footage! All ninety minutes of men being punished!"

"All of them castrated?"

"Mm-hmm! Well, all but one. Look." She motioned with her eyes and Sarah turned back and looked up at the man. His face was absolute perfection. It was like looking at a Renaissance painting of a Greek god. Adonis or Apollo. She stared and her mouth slowly opened. He smiled warmly at her.

"Ohh, mmy fucking God!" she moaned. "You are the most beautiful man I have ever seen!"

He chuckled and said, "Thank you. You're extremely beautiful, too, Sarah." She moaned as his voice sent a delicious bass hum into her body.

"Oh, God! Keep talking!" she whimpered and pressed her ear warm against his chest.

"Alright. My name is Flynn Fitzherbert. I was captured as a prisoner of war, guilty of sedition. Cassandra was very merciful to spare me castration."

Sarah looked up. She had tears all over her face but she wasn't crying anymore. They had calmed her down. She looked at Cassandra with surprise. "Sedition and you didn't cut his balls off?"

"Yeah, well, let's keep that on the down low, "Cassandra said. "It wasn't exactly legal."

"Well, why'd you spare him?"

"Uh, that's the optional really great news. Now, keep in mind, you don't have to say yes. We're totally okay with you saying no to this, but! In the morning, while you watch the surveillance video, you can sit on my face and I'll eat you out! How does that sound?"

"Mmmmm! Thanks so much!" She laid her head back against Flynn's chest and rolled her face against his soft muscle.

"You bet! Ninety minutes of the best licking you ever had! You cum all you want! Happy birthday!" Sarah purred against Flynn as he stroked her side.

"But Sarah? After we're done, if you want, I think it'll be really therapeutic for you to fuck Flynn!"

Sarah gasped a little and looked back at her. "But - but!"

"Stay calm. You can say no any time you want. But hear me out! You don't trust men anymore ever since you were raped. I understand that. But Flynn is the nicest guy I have ever known. The reason I spared him is because...yeah, he's guilty of sedition, but all he was was a medic and he was never armed with any weapon, just medical supplies. All he ever wanted to do was help people, and he didn't care what side they were on. Look him in the eyes."

Sarah turned back to Flynn and he purred, "I promise I will never do anything to hurt you."

"He means that. I assure you," Cassandra purred against her back. "But listen. You're bisexual like me. Pussy eating is great, and double-sided dildos, all that is great, but I know you want a good dick. A real one."

"That fucker took my virginity!" Sarah whimpered. "And he was the only one I've had!" Flynn hugged her closer.

"Sweetheart," he purred in his best bass voice, "I'm not going to hurt you. I promise. You don't have to have sex with me if you don't want to. You don't have to be afraid of me, or nervous, or worry about being around me. I won't do anything bad to you."

Cassandra purred, "Sarah, you should think of this as taking your sexual freedom back. You know, possessing it for yourself, as your own. You don't have to feel like a victim anymore!"

Sarah breathed slow and deep and looked up at Flynn. His expression was one of warm friendliness. "You must be her new sex slave."

"Mm-hmm."

"You any good?"

"Wh - at sex?" He laughed a little. "Maybe Cassie should answer that."

Cassandra purred in her ear, "About an hour ago he made me cum so hard I passed out." Sarah sighed and pressed her face back against him. She closed her eyes. "He's already made me cum so hard I burst into tears."

"Genetic enhancement?"

Flynn purred, "Mm-hmm. From the age of eight."

"So you've got a big dick?"

Cassandra purred, "He has the biggest dick on Earth. Probably."

"How big?"

"I won't tell you. You'll have to wait and see." She licked her ear and sucked on it. "He's the total package. Biggest dick and balls in the world, and he had the seminal vesicle surgery. I've been denying him an orgasm for the last sixteen days while we fucked for hours and I really worked his nuts over. I wanna see just how much cum he can produce. He already pumped sixty-four ounces into me!"

Sarah opened her mouth and looked back. "Sixty-four fucking ounces of cum!?!?" Cassandra smiled and nodded. Sarah looked back to Flynn. His expression was the same. She felt no fear because of his presence. He seemed like he genuinely enjoyed being nice to people. He seemed like the opposite of the bastard who raped her.

"And tomorrow," Cassandra said, "He's going to fuck at least me. If you want to fuck him, you're welcome to. And then we're going to suck him and jerk him off into a bucket to see how much he's got on deck. By the way." Sarah looked back to her. "His cum is extremely delicious."

"Better than yours?"

"Well, completely different. If you try it, I promise you'll like it."

Sarah moaned against Flynn. She wanted a dick. Then she looked back. "Hey, why didn't you just take me to the shower!?"

"We're all out of hot water," Cassandra said.

"You got like an hour of hot water!"

"I know. We used it up."

She turned back to Flynn. "You guys fucked for a whole hour in the shower?"

"Oh, we fucked for a lot more than one hour today," he said. "My body is completely exhausted. Here, feel." He guided her left hand to his right upper arm.

"Holy shit!" she chuckled.

"Yeah, that's from holding her off the floor and essentially doing one hundred and fifty pound curls for thirty minutes straight. Believe me, every muscle needs ten hours of sleep." Sarah's breath shuddered a little as she squeezed his massive arm, kneading it, rolling her fingers in the soft muscle, the biceps, the triceps, the huge, firm shoulder. "Yeah, keep doing that. That feels great."

"Yeah, I'll give you a full-body massage in the morning," Cassandra said. "Right after breakfast. Then we fuck." She snarled, "It's gonna be so fucking great!"

Sarah squeezed his pecs and flicked his nipples. She leaned in and kissed him directly over his heart, then laid her cheek and ear against him. "Talk to me. Your voice and heart will put me to sleep."

"I sailed a wild, wild sea, climbed up a tall, tall mountain," he sang in a purring, rumbling bass and Cassandra looked up at him. He smiled. "Met an old, old man beneath a weeping willow tree." It was the same song Cassandra had sung to John Fulp in the dungeon while she gave him a footjob. "I got a good memory," he said, then sang the rest of it. Cassandra joined in and sang harmony. Sarah was fast asleep by the time they finished.