NIGELLA – CRATED AND 69-BOUND WITH JULIEN, THEN ARRIVING AT THE ISLAND – IN THE BARE ROOM WITH HER FAMILY AND THE DEVIL<br/><br/>I don't know how long it lasted. After a long time I lost all sense of how many hours had passed and were passing. My existence became one long surging wave, up and down, down and up. My body betrayed me so many times against the teasingly-low setting of the buzzing vibrator. Its slow power to excite me meant that the orgasms I had, when my body finally arched and tensed and reached a desperate shuddering peak of pleasure, were drawn out so long and so far apart that the time between them was spent in an agony of need and waiting and desperately thrusting and grinding against my poor son's face, trying to get that wonderful dildo in and out of my hungry sex more firmly.<br/><br/>I had given up resisting completely. I had tried not to break for a long time but finally the insistence to my body was too great and I snapped, and whimpering, drooling and slobbering around my own son's hard penis I reached my first orgasm; its pure beauty and power only reinforcing to me how degrading and shameful this experience was.<br/><br/>Those men, the ones who had abducted us, they could have drugged us and tied us up on our own, but this disgusting humiliating bondage was designed to break us, I was sure. Break us for what, I did not know.<br/><br/>I sucked desperately on my son's penis, running my tongue around his pulsing firm-soft shaft, feeling the blood coursing inside his flesh, his wonderful many smell filling my nostrils. I had hours ago – it seemed like days ago – giving up begging him not to move. Not it was I who was moving, grinding my crotch onto the dildo and loving the hard man-flesh in my mouth, wanting to taste him.<br/><br/>Then I felt Julien go rigid and his balls lift up and tighten against my nose and eyes and his penis swell and then I choked as his ejaculation went down my throat. I coughed and spluttered but so deep was his flesh down my throat that I never tasted him. I realised this was the first time in my life I had swallowed a man's sperm. It was an act I had always refused to do with Chris, it seemed so crude and dirty, the thing that those terrible women in pornographic films did. I hardly even paused in sucking my son's penis. I had found that by constantly shifting it around in my mouth and throat it lessened my urge to gag and helped keep an air gap open as well. I didn't want to die and the thought of suffocating on my son's erection was too horrible to contemplate so I kept continually working at him even though the wide ring gag made my jaws an agony of aching after so long.<br/><br/>I may have fallen asleep or gone into a semi-doze, even passed out. I don't recall, but soon I came awake again and could feel motion as the crate was lifted, slid, carried and dropped. Then more noise, the unmistakable sounds of jet aircraft engines and the swooping and dipping sensation of flight. We were being taken out of the country, I felt sure. Where we were headed? Mexico? Brazil? Peru? Colombia? The idea that we might go to a corrupt country where drug lords ruled and abused their power frightened me badly, so much so that I spent an agony of needfully waiting before my next orgasm finally arrived.<br/><br/>Then Julien's second one filled my throat as I heard him groan against me.<br/><br/>And so it went on. It felt like a whole day passed and my orgasms rolled on one after the other until they became so harsh and painful as well as fierce and wonderful that I screamed around Julien's flesh with each one. As my body's and mind's resistance broke down they began to come more rapidly and in there among the sweat and screaming and thrusting and panic I felt my bladder give way and I urinated over my son's face as well.<br/><br/>My shame and humiliation knew no deeper wells, I felt sure of it.<br/><br/><div align="center"><strong>~ * * * ~</strong></div><br/>I came out of a period of unconsciousness to the sudden stab of bright light. Our crate was being opened. I gasped in agony and grunted as we were lifted out, unbound and then terrible cramps bound my muscles as they reacted to the blood flow again. I was aware of a bright room, concrete walls, a tiled floor and my body being spread open, ankles wide apart, wrists also and standing upright. I sagged from my wrists, my energy spent and only dimply became aware of others around me.<br/><br/>I must have been a pitiful sight, my body stinking of urine and so many orgasms, my beautiful hair thickly plastered down by sweat and my womanly figure smeared with both sweat and all manner of other awful fluids. My throat was dry and thickly glued closed, swallowing was difficult. How many times had my son spurted down my throat? I had no idea.<br/><br/>I heard a man talking but didn't hear a word he said, being only dimly aware of everything. Then I felt hands unbuckling the gag and my jaw could close. I panted gratefully at being able to close my mouth and lick my lips though my jaw was agony. I pushed with my legs and managed to stand upright, taking the strain off my wrists.<br/><br/>Looking around me with half-dazed eyes I became aware my family was in the room, all of us naked and bound upright in identical manner. I coughed and spat up some disgusting thick grey gluey substance that I could easily guess the origins on.<br/><br/>I felt hands grabbing my behind and gripping. The grip hurt. I pulled forwards, arching my body to get away from the grip but the hands pushed as well and remained digging into me. My eyes refused to focus and my throat was dry. Someone was talking but I couldn't hear anything clearly. I collapsed again, hanging by my wrists and moaned.<br/><br/><strong>"Water, can I have some water?"</strong>