Thread: Roses and Jasmine (Victorian and Whisp)

Jasmines had begun to get that weightless sensation in her body that you feel just before you fall into an exhausted and dreamless sleep. She could still hear couples enjoying themselves throughout the hut, their cries of pleasure and sometimes pain merging with increasing sounds of wildlife surrounding them in the wilderness. The Professor shifted behind her, his arm wrapping around her possessively and she bit her lip to keep from smiling at the gesture. He rocked his hips, forcing his now semi hard cock to grind along the path between her firm backside cheeks and her eyes popped open with surprize. The Ko leaf, still affecting her, ensured that the small caress awoke her body almost instantly. He turned her onto her stomach once more and she was already imagining his cock filling her tingling pussy again...but instead, he pressed a slick finger into her clenching backhole. She stopped breathing. Surely he wasnt thinking...but obviously he was. He must have used the potent Ko mixture on her again because even though the thought of his cock in her tight little ass scared and embarrassed her, she wanted it as well. She felt his cock pressing at her puckered hole, working his thick head in past the tight muscle until he had stretched her enough that he popped through the tight ring. Once his head was lodged inside her, the rest of his shaft was gradually worked in, back and forth, deeper and deeper. Jasmine wasnt sure if she completely enjoyed the sensation. She was stretched so tight around his shaft, the Ko leaf the only thing enabling him to enter her without too much pain. The man was too big to make anal sex as easy thing. She whimpered softly when he started thrusting harder. She remembered the people around them and flushed with embarrassment. Not only had she had sex in front of them all, but here she was letting the Professor take her in the ass for the first time. She didnt dare look up, the hand holding her head to the mat tightened and she felt her cock jerking inside of her, marking and claiming yet another part of her. Jasmine was confused and a little overwhelmed. While travelling, they had as easy going, fun relationship. The only time the Professor treated her as anything other then a student or assistant was when they were having sex. She really didnt have any idea of where they stood, but she wasnt going to make any assumptions. When he pulled from her and tucked her into his arms, telling her to get some sleep, Jasmine readily complied. Her ass was already sore and she had no idea whether or not it would be just ass uncomfortable come morning. Within minutes she was in a deep exhausted sleep. ------------------------------------------ She was staring at the contraption wrapped around her with disbelief. What the hell was this?! Jasmine was sore enough already without the thick cotton pulled and locked tightly between her pussy lips and backside. She was muttering to herself and trying to figure out how the hell she was going to wash up and use the bathroom when the Queen approached her, the chief standing within speaking distance, off to the side. Jasmine lowered her long peasant skirt, the only thing she had been able to wear comfortably over the chastity belt and lowered her head with respect. The queen couldnt speak a word of English, but when she held up a little key, Jasmine go the message. Oh thank the gods! she reached to take the key but the queen pulled it back, shaking her head in the age old sign of disagreement. The chief was making the same sign himself and Jasmine blushed a deep deep red. She wondered if everyone in the tribe knew of her imprisonment. But, I have to pee damn it sighing and muttering half to herself but the queen must have guessed what she was saying, because she was lead to an area she could relieve herself. The queen unlocked and helped her off with the torturous device. Well ok, maybe it wasnt THAT bad, but it was bad enough. Jasmine was so happy she let out a quiet laugh and gave the woman a hug. Thirty minutes later, that smile had turned into a scowl when she learned she had to put the damn thing on again. Son of a goat, if you dont have a very good reason for this when you get back Professor, Im going to tear you a new one muttering to herself while the Queen hiked the cotton up tighter and replaced the little lock. Not wanting to dwell and use too much energy on something she had no way to change for the moment. Jasmine spent the rest of the day worrying about the Professor while cursing him whenever she sat down. Her butt hurt, and the belt was just making it that much worse. You better make it back safely so I can yell at you damn it.