BDSM Erotica - The Pawn 

 

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The girl stayed as still as possible, willing her body not to shake even a tiny bit. Her arms were feeling weak and the wrists felt as if they would allow no more circulation to her hands. Her knees ached terribly; the pressure on the one spot constant as shifting was most certainly not an option.

There was no conversation now as the game neared its end. There had been light banter before, and talk of what would be done to her, but now both men were completely serious. The intensity of their concentration was almost a physical force. She longed for the sound of a voice even as the heaviness of the moment brought wetness to her exposed pussy.

 

She hung her head trying to distract herself with nonsense thoughts, but she found when she lost her own concentration she could feel her body swaying. She could not let that happen. The shame she would bring to her Master if she disrupted the game would be far more than she could bear.

 

She inhaled sharply as she heard "Check" but relaxed when another move went by and it was obvious the game had not been won. These men were Masters at everything they did, including Chess, and she knew this game would not end simply. She also knew that her body would get no relief until it did.

 

The heavy glass chessboard that was laid across her back was cold and she could feel it vibrate every time a move was made. Her knees were spread wide enough to allow no privacy but narrowly enough to maintain her steadiness. Her shaven pussy glistened, waiting for the next moment when an opponents piece was won…it was then she knew that the victor would run his fingers along her folds as he set the piece aside. In the first hour of the game there were many such moments and it had taken all of her will to not jump as she was invaded. Now, as the number of pieces on the board had been decreased by half, those moments came less frequently. This just made her body crave them even more.

 

Her pussy felt incredibly heavy and swollen, and she could feel the slickness as it ran down her inner thigh. She ran her tongue over her lips as she slipped into a fantasy. She imagined herself being entered swiftly and her back arching as she was filled. She felt a sharp smack on her ass then and she blushed knowing that she had started to act out the fantasy and tip the board. She started to apologize and was surprised when a chess piece was slipped into her mouth and she was told to bite down. It was clear that she was not to speak. By the feel of the piece on her tongue she decided it must be the bishop and the image of it’s tip enlarged and entering her was almost her undoing.

 

She tried to keep her mind on other things, to concentrate solely on keeping her body still., but she couldn’t stop her tongue from running over the smooth marble head of the bishop. She could feel her body opening up further, though she hadn’t thought that was possible. The muscles of her pussy contracted and released and she fought with all of her might to stop it. She was sweating and though she was trying desperately she could not keep her breath from coming out in a serious of ragged gasps. Her arms were trembling, her nipples were incredibly hard...she feared a release was near but knew that it would be disastrous...she must not let that happen.

 

She willed herself to be as cool as the marble in her mouth, and for a time she succeeded. All her efforts were in vain however when she heard her Master chuckle softly as he took his opponent’s queen from the board. She knew that his fingers would find her again, that he would feel her incredible wetness. She steeled herself against this onslaught but almost lost it when instead of merely running the length of her pussy her Master slipped the cold marble queen inside. She moaned then as the weight of it settled and she heard both Sirs laugh.

 

She started chanting to herself...I will not cum, I will not cum. It seemed silly to her but she didn’t know what else to do. The chanting helped but she knew that she would not be able to fight it much longer.

 

It seemed an eternity…and a thousand chants…had passed before she heard those wonderful words "Check mate!" They were spoken by Sir Michael, her Master’s opponent and she let a long held breath out as she realized that she was now his for the night.

 

They toyed with her then, taking the time to congratulate each other on a game well played as they smoked a cigar. She felt the toe of a hard boot run along her exposed pussy, she felt the sting of a hard slap, then another and another until she lost count.

 

When the board was finally removed she collapsed at their feet and floated, exhausted, but content.