Pearl in Dildoland

Pearl in Dildoland

Pearl wriggled her bare bottom uncomfortably on the hard wooden bench as it rocked and jolted beneath her. Chained by the ankles to the base of the bench, and by the wrists to a wooden rail in front of her; dampened by her own sweat, as well as by the splashes of water that cascaded over her from both sides: she imagined what it must have been like to be coerced as a galley slave in Greek or Roman history. Although she doubted that the galley slaves would have been forced to sit impaled on thick polished wooden dildos such as the one fixed to the bench she was sitting on, and which was now embedded deeply in her pussy, stretching it to the limit and giving her exquisite torment and pleasure with each movement.

In fact, Pearl was not in a Roman galley but in what appeared to be a kind of grotesque fairground ride, chained into a wooden car making its bumpy progress along some sort of water channel. She was naked, as were all the people around her: beside her on the bench to her right, a man she didn’t recognise – definitely not her partner, Charles – sitting chained as she was, tilted back slightly to accommodate the dildo impaling his anus, eyes tightly closed as if in intense concentration, and with his cock sticking up at an obscene angle in front of him, kept erect by tight leather straps around its base and around his balls. It looked so hard and swollen that she would rather have liked to have touched it and played with it, if only her hands had been free and not chained. In front of her she could see the naked backs of the people in the car in front, a woman on the left and a man on the right as in her car, water droplets glistening on their shoulders from the spray engulfing the cars, their muscles tense and rippling from the bondage.

The car dipped under a low overhanging branch, and then turned and lined up behind a number of other cars moving along an avenue of trees lining either side of the water channel. Except that, as Pearl looked, the trees morphed before her horrified gaze into male figures – VERY male figures – standing facing the channel with their erect cocks jutting out over the cars and their passengers. Each figure brought one hand up to its cock and began to stroke rhythmically backwards and forwards along its length. From the size of the figures and their rough bronze texture, Pearl could see they were not live humans, but rather some sort of bizarre mechanised wanking statues. Then, before her befuddled brain could quite catch up with what was happening, each statue’s cock suddenly emitted a splurge of thick white fluid over the occupants of the car beside it. Pearl recoiled, jerking against her bonds and the dildo inside her, as the statue-cum hit her squarely on the left-hand side of her face and began to trickle down over her jaw and drip onto her shoulder. She sneaked another look at the man beside her, who had been hit on the right of his chest, the thick fluid clinging to his nipple hair as trickles of white ran down onto his belly. The woman in front of her, it seemed, had taken the entire dollop in her short blonde hair.

Pearl just had time to take this in, and to realise that the fluid, whatever it was, smelt very realistically of male cum, when her car drew level with the next statue which delivered another squirt, this time hitting her in the cleavage and coating the upper curve of both breasts. In spite of her disgust, she could feel herself becoming aroused and the wooden shaft becoming slippery inside her as her pussy juices coated it.

By the time they reached the end of the avenue, she must have taken ten or more dollops and was fairly coated in the statue-cum: in her hair, her face, over her breasts, arms and thighs. The man beside her had suffered a similar baptism, including one shot which had landed on the end of his hard cock and trickled all the way down the shaft into his pubic hair, so Pearl actually couldn’t quite be sure whether it was statue-cum or the man’s own, emitted from the excitement of the ride!

“What next?”, wondered Pearl as the car turned off the avenue into a darkened tunnel. The tunnel seemed very tall, with blazing torches set high up at intervals casting a sinister, flickering light. Suddenly there was a “thwack” and Pearl screamed as a flail made of several inch-wide leather straps appeared out of the darkness without warning and flogged her across her bare breasts. The screams of her fellow passengers echoed through the tunnel too. Again and again the flogging was repeated, catching her breasts, belly, back and her inner thighs, making her flesh pink and tender. At the same time, a motor whirred into life beneath her seat and began to pump the dildo in and out of her pussy. Her clit pulsed with arousal, and together with the tingling in her nipples from the flogging, not to mention the heady scent of the statue-cum, she felt that she was being brought very close to orgasm.

The car exited the tunnel and turned again. There was some kind of structure looming over the channel, and Pearl thought at first that they were passing under a bridge. Then, once again, the structure morphed into human form and it was a giant statue of a woman with her legs spread wide straddling the channel. It was beautifully sculpted, capturing the tension in the leg muscles, the large heavy breasts and jutting nipples (Pearl realised just how much her own nipples were jutting too), and with highly exaggerated clit hood and labia. This statue turned out to be mechanised too: the hands came down to stretch the pussy lips wide open, and then as the car passed underneath, it released a stream of fluid from the piss hole, inundating the man sitting next to her, who spluttered as it streamed down his face. Pearl wrinkled her nose as she realised that this fluid, too, had a realistic smell, and was pleased that it had caught the man and not her. Her relief was short-lived, as the car passed under another identical statue which this time pissed a stream all over her. At least it was washing off some of the statue-cum, though!

Passing through this avenue and receiving deluges from several more statues along the way, Pearl realised that the channel was climbing gradually, and suddenly the car in front of her had disappeared and she found herself looking into thin air. She felt suddenly giddy, and sucked in a deep panicky breath. For a moment the car came to a halt, teetering on the brink of an enormous drop as the waterfall roared over the edge beneath her seat. Far below she could see another giant statue, a male figure with a hideously ugly face, wielding a club above his head and with a grotesquely oversized, thickly-veined erection jutting upwards. Inspired by the Cerne Giant, perhaps! In fear and anticipation of the fall, Pearl’s muscles clenched tightly around the dildo in her pussy and she braced her arms against the rails in front of her.

Pearl opened her mouth to scream as the car plunged vertically in free fall, rivulets of water cascading all around her. All she could do was stare helplessly at the giant statue at the bottom with its huge erect phallus pointing straight up at her, seemingly certain to impale her mouth as she fell onto it…

“Good morning baby.” Charles was smiling down at her, kneeling astride her with his swollen purple cock head swaying about two inches from her face. “That’s it, open your mouth nice and wide – I quite fancy a blowjob before we take the nephews and nieces off to Legoland for the day.”