Breaking In

by V T Bonds

  Tonight will be epic. I will be the first to claim her there. I thrust against her, too turned on to not rotate my pelvis toward her, incensed when she can't wiggle away from me because of Aluino.

  Eager to proceed, I reach down and hook my arm under her free leg's knee, and pull my arm back up around her ribs, forcing her leg to press against the outside of her breast.

  I angle her wrists toward my outer hip, sheathing her claws with my pants. No more bare skin for those little digits. I tighten the arm holding her leg up and restrain three of her extremities with one arm.

  I gather her hair, and Aluino pulls her away by her face, giving me room to pull it all into my grasp.

  Her diaphragm hitches, tears streaming down her face, her muscles still fighting for freedom.

  I yank her hair down and to the side, making her neck twist and stretch. Aluino's palm leaves her chin and grabs her chest. I look into her eyes. Tears stream down her cheeks.

  I smirk, enjoying the potent mix of fear, anger, and arousal swimming in her eyes.

  "You devious little minx. Keep fighting. You can't escape us," I growl into her ear, licking the salty liquid off her cheek.

  Her whimper fills the dark, foamy ocean of need tempestuously berating my soul.

  Skylar

  With no warning, Aluino's thick, gloved fingers delve deep into my channel. The copious amount of fluid is embarrassing.

  My full predicament snaps into focus, and I realize how vulnerable I am. I can't move. At. All.

  Aluino's skillful fingers squelch in and out, and I'm embarrassingly close to completion.

  He hasn't even taken off my shorts or underwear. Just bypassed them with the flick of a wrist.

  His other hand wrenches down my top, exposing my breasts. He quickly replaces the cool breeze with his warm gloves, and I hate how wonderful his ministrations feel.

  I'm beyond angry at them. Livid. They've crossed a line by involving my friends.

  I'd murder them right now if they gave me a chance.

  My eyes burn as I stare into Hansel's face, wishing I could stop the arousal their hands and words cause.

  “Fuck you!” pops out of my mouth before I can think better of it.

  “Oh no, Skylar. I’m going to fuck you,” he promises, and another gush of liquid meets Aluino’s gloved digit.

  Aluino’s finger leaves my entrance, and I must fight my body to keep it from searching after him. Traitor.

  Hansel leans down and locks his lips to mine. For a second, lust overrides any other emotion, but then my anger rushes back. I bite down on his tongue, but before I can puncture my teeth into him, a sharp pain engulfs my clit.

  I fear that my sensitive little nub is being pierced with a needle, but I recognize the pinching sensation: a clamp.

  They brought toys?!?!

  Alarm ricochets through my nerves, and my clit screams in agony. My lips open wide around my cry, and Hansel takes advantage. He pilfers my mouth while I writhe in agony.

  Aluino wickedly flicks the clamp and stars burst behind my eyes. His other hand squeezes my nipple, and I can’t stop my panicked hiccups or jerking motions as I attempt to evade his next move.

  His hands leave me, even as Hansel’s tongue swipes across the roof of my mouth, then the same intense pain fills my right nipple.

  I struggle, my movements doing little but rubbing my heightened skin along their clothing.

  Unrelenting fingers roughly manhandle my left nipple, and I can barely breathe through the suspense. Hansel forces his tongue further into my mouth, choking me. His oral domination causes astounding sensations. Just like a gag, the intimacy threatens to make me lose myself.

  Wren begs to come out to play.

  And I want her to. I’ve been obsessing over these men for so long. The chemistry between us is too strong. But they have crossed a line. My friends are off limits.

  The reminder sparks my anger. I balk as his tongue continues to invade my mouth, rearing my head away from him. The pain of a clamp on my left nipple shakes me, but I firm my resolve.

  I clamp my tongue down on the middle of his tongue, ready to chomp down.

  A warning noise rumbles from his throat and all of my agony doubles.

  Aluino slaps my pussy again, the clamp wreaking havoc on my senses.

  With no preamble, an orgasm rips through me. My eyes stop working, my lungs seize up, my muscles contract and release, and I vaguely process hearing a high-pitched scream filling the room. Rough hands torture my breasts and gloved fingers fill my pussy, lengthening the duration of my completion.

  Movement. My body is being manhandled about, but I can’t seem to process anything that’s happening.

  Gloved fingers, smelling of my juices, separate my teeth and I startle.

  Before I regain my senses, they insert a ring behind my teeth, wedge it against the roof of my mouth and along my bottom front teeth. My lips stretch tight, and metal clicks against my teeth. The taste is terrible, but I sense my mind scattering.

  I try to push it out with my tongue, but I’m too late. Straps pull the corners of my lips toward my ears, the buckle closed at the back of my head.

  Tears slip down my face, even as calm invades my soul.

  Purposefully, I meet Aluino’s eyes, begging him to see how wrong this is. To understand how desperate I am to not do this. To see how wrong they are for hurting my friends.

  His expression changes a bit, and he looks to Hansel.

  I take stock of my body and realize that I’m kneeling on a rug, the plushness cushioning my knees. A soft fabric still binds my wrists behind my back, but I no longer wear my shorts and panties. My top bands around my torso, the arms no longer on my shoulders. They’ve pulled my hair into a messy ponytail, ring gagged my mouth, and clamped my nipples and clit. Every breath causes tendrils of pain to branch out through my nerve endings.

  “A little more, then we’ll tell her,” Aluino says, but I don’t understand the words; the meanings float over my head, just out of reach.

  Hansel yanks my ponytail backwards and I bend uncomfortably, unable to fight against the sure hold.

  He meets my gaze, his searching eyes taking in every feature, making me feel exposed. Vulnerable. He crouches down, licking all around my lips and sliding his tongue into my mouth.

  I try to evict him with my tongue, but he’s persistent, and my will is no match for his. Soon, I’m lost in a world of submission and dark pleasure.

  Bare hands squeeze my vulnerable breasts, jiggling the clamps and ratcheting up my desire.

  Wren has come to play, and there’s no turning her away.

  **

  The door opens and the clicking of high heels rap against the hardwood. The sounds cause ripples of confusion to clear away a bit of the warm haze coating my surroundings.

  Jay's mistress leans over me, and my eyebrows scrunch in confusion.

  "Skylar. No, no, forgive me. Wren. I see you've already found subspace. Well done, gentlemen," her raspy, sensual voice runs along my nerves. It's hard to focus, but each sense takes its turn to give me details.

  The distinct creak of leather, a whiff of baby powder, telling me that Mistress Malena is in her play leathers.

  A cool air current wafting along my nipples heightens their discomfort.

  Wet drips down my thighs, my clit in similar pain. A connection between my clit and nipples arrows pleasure straight into my core.

  Little else makes sense except for the need roaring inside of me. The need for release. The need to submit.

  Feminine fingers grasp my chin and force me to focus on Mistress’ face.

  "Listen, little girl. Your friends are fine. I have them. Jay is safe. Tami is safe. Beth is safe. They've always been safe. Understand?" she states simply.

  The memory of Beth's frightened eyes swims before me, and my chest hitches on a sob.

  "-ut c-cayed," I manage between emotional sobs and the metal of the ring.

  Full sentences are out of reach, even wi
th more of the fog clearing, but I do my best to relay how frightening the whole situation was.

  "I know, pet. But no one came into my house without my permission. No one was in any real danger. Although, someone will be enduring my ire very soon," she says, and a gentle finger traces a very tender spot on my thigh.

  "I've talked with all of your friends. Besides worrying for you, they are fine. And you know what I think?" she asks, her tone turning dark and foreboding.

  She leans intimidatingly close to my face and rasps, "They should be worried for you."

  She watches smugly as my eyes widen, then she looks at each man before sauntering toward the door.

  "Enjoy, boys! I have my own toy to play with!"

  She closes the door behind her.

  Aluino

  The sight of her pulse beating rapidly inside the sensitive column of her throat is intoxicating. The drool dripping out of her gagged mouth makes me want to rub my sensitive tip through it.

  I feel Hansel's eyes flick to me, and I meet them head on.

  He's hooked. I'm hooked.

  Let the fun continue.

  I stalk up to her, grazing the inside of her kneecap with my boot as I step up to her.

  Her amazing blue eyes turn up to mine, and I can't stop the tremor of desire that runs down my spine. She's still hiccupping, her eyes wide with a beautiful mixture of fear and desire, tears on her cheeks, most of her flesh exposed.

  I've waited too long.

  I keep my eyes locked on hers and deliberately start unbuckling my belt. Her pupils dilate further as I pull it free from my waistband. The rasping as it slides free holds an ominous air, and she tries to shrink in on herself, her shoulders hunching while she attempts to shuffle her knees together.

  Hansel sticks his big boot on the inside of her other knee and pushes it back apart. Almost too far, keeping her barely balanced and at our mercy.

  He grabs her ponytail, keeping her face forced up to mine, not letting her watch the movements of my hands.

  My insides have found the calm, hyper-focused anomaly of Dom space. She is my entire world. Her tiniest movements alert me to each of her emotions. The slightest shift of her countenance pierces into my soul. Each of my actions is merely a response to needing her reactions.

  I make a small loop of my belt, clutching the warm leather in my sure grasp.

  I trail the supple material from her jaw down to her navel, purposefully nudging her clamped nipple, her squeak of shock and renewed pain enticing.

  I gently slap the side of her right breast, watching her eyes widen impossibly further as more sultry sounds emit from her.

  Hansel grabs her left breast, and the sight of his bare fingers plucking, pinching, and fondling her abused flesh pushes my need even higher.

  I swing again, and a red blotch quickly appears on the outer flesh of her breast.

  Her shriek is so heartfelt, so full of neediness, that I nearly lose control in my pants.

  My hand reaches toward my fly, and the sound of unzipping echoes next to me. In tandem, Hansel and I pull our cocks out, my veins pronounced and eager for her tight little body.

  Hansel jerks her face toward me, and I shove my pulsing dick through the gag ring, reveling in the wet heat of her mouth.

  Her tongue moves around, searching and finding the sensitive ridge around my tip. The pleasure is too much, and a half-orgasm spurts out of me before I snatch control back from her.

  With a growl unlike any I've ever made, I surge forward and push past the back of her throat. The unrelenting press of the metal ring grazes my groin, pinching my taint and rubbing my base. Her gag reflex tightens around my shaft and I see stars.

  The rest of my orgasm erupts from deep within my balls, traveling through me like a freight train. I focus my eyes on hers, sinking into their blue depths, enjoying her useless struggles for air.

  The last wave releases out of me, and I pull back, bringing the belt up beside her lips. The material has cooled a bit, and the sensation as I rub it along her stretched lips and my shaft is wicked.

  When I pull out of her mouth, Hansel quickly turns her face to him and thrusts in, purposefully overwhelming her.

  The wet sounds and muffled whimpers create a beautiful music.

  I rub the belt against her cheek, smirking at our diabolical tendencies.

  She's frantically trying to breathe around his frenzied thrusting, consumed by his huge cock abusing her throat.

  I swing. Again. And again.

  Not too hard, but enough to elicit a snap each time, enough to make her lose her focus. Enough to exquisitely hurt her. Enough to cause her skin to turn pink.

  I flick my wrist upward, hitting the underside of her breast. The whole thing bounces, and Hansel grunts in pleasure, her scream vibrating through his shaft.

  Hansel

  She deserves this. She deserves every moment of struggle and misery. She deserves to have her sensitive bits clamped. She deserves to be bound and forced to kneel. She deserves to have her throat stretched by my cock. She deserves to have her flesh stung by the belt. She deserves to worry if I'll let her off me to have any oxygen.

  She's naughty. She's dirty. She's dark and filthy.

  Just like me. Just like Aluino.

  She made us wait for six full months. Never again. I'll never go without having her sweet little body writhing around me for so long.

  Tonight is only the beginning.

  My release begins, deep within my achy self, and I pull her head back, retreating from her throat. Even as her nostrils greedily suck in oxygen, my cum coats her tongue.

  She’s receiving my seed, and it is beyond perfection.

  As my orgasm strengthens, I push back into her tiny throat, shooting my load directly down her esophagus. I revel in how tightly her unprotected column squeezes me. I cum and cum, not overly eager to leave her hot little throat. So I linger. I keep my dick deep in her throat, her lips and the ring gag flush against the base of me, my hand tight in her hair.

  I hold her there, my warmth gushing past the gag, enjoying the clamping of her gag reflex on my shaft.

  I stay there until she fights in earnest, trying to shake her head free, in desperate need of air.

  I slide shallower, but don’t retreat all the way out. The ridge of my tip sits just beyond her tonsils, still impeding her ability to breathe.

  I demand her eyes on me, giving her ponytail a little shake, and the spark of fear and fury shining up at me makes me harden again.

  The evil smirk that stretches my lip happens naturally. I love that a bit of breath play has pulled her anger back out. I want that spark for during the next bit of fun.

  Fun for me, that is.

  Skylar

  I try to gasp in air but choke on his essence mixed into my saliva. I cough and gag, unable to stem the spit or tears that run down my face.

  The fuzzy calm of subspace lingers, my emotions in a semi-neutral state. I know that once this is over, my anger at them will return full force, but right now I'm too overwhelmed with the two men in the room with me. Mistress Malena's news sucked most of my worry and fury away, and I've settled into these moments with an odd mix of calm and agitation.

  I'm not fully back in subspace, and Hansel's cruel treatment has caused a spark of anger to light within me.

  My throat hurts. My jaw aches. Hansel's gorgeous member still stands rigid in front of my face, and the sight is riveting.

  How in the hell was THAT in my mouth? How did THAT fit in my throat?

  No wonder my jaw throbs in agony, causing me to sink deeper into clouds. They must have found the biggest ring gag that would fit in a human mouth.

  Normally with a gag I plummet towards subspace, and I did at the beginning this time, but Mistress’ intervention broke the spell enough that I'm not lost in cottony mush.

  Once I catch my breath, I open my eyes and glare up at the behemoth still clutching my hair. His intense eyes, swollen nose, and smirking face etch solidly into my me
mory. At some point he must have reset his nose, since the swelling has receded.

  My heart pounds in my chest, and I wish I could curse him right now. That was terrifying.

  Before I can catalog the rest of me, fire licks up from my thigh and lights up my core.

  My arousal roars back to life, my body one big mass of agony. Aluino and that wicked, sensual belt.

  I crave the piercing pleasure-pain.

  My left breast explodes in pain, and I throw my head back into the hand holding my hair, arching my back, perilously close to orgasm.

  Every molecule in my body is hypersensitive. This is too much. The belt. The clamps. The fear. The pleasure. The cocks.

  Suddenly, the rug is in my face, my ass up in the air, my nipples screaming in agony as the clamps brush into the carpet.

  Thick fingers rub along the insides of my thighs, gathering my leakage and stroking a path to my weeping pussy. Thick fingers flick the clamp on my clit and my muscles tighten, prepared to fly over the precipice.

  Someone tugs my ponytail, and my sore hair follicles join the cacophony of overwhelming pleasure.

  I can't tell who is touching what. I can't stop wiggling and demanding more, even as the simmering, illogical anger makes me want to flee.

  My focus zeroes in on the finger closing in on my entrance. One stroke and I'll come undone.

  Right before it makes contact, the searing, distinct heat from the belt snaps through my left butt cheek.

  My orgasm rips loose, my core clenching around nothing, my mind fragmenting into tiny shards, my sore throat burning with my scream.

  The sensation never stops, more fire licking through other spots of my flesh, my body being used for their sick entertainment.

  Even locked in a wickedly intense orgasm, the thrust of a well-lubricated finger into my asshole is shocking and brutal. Somehow, my core seizes up even harder, and dots dance at the edges of my closed eyes.

  Another finger joins in on the thrusting, and I lose whatever ability I have of processing individual sensations.