by Loki Renard
“Yes,” she moaned softly.
He pushed the skirt up and she felt him wrap his fist around the gusset of her panties and pull. There was a tearing sound as he ruined her only pair of underwear, and then there was nothing but cool air between him and her.
She felt him scooping up his cum and her juices, pushing it against the tight little bud of her asshole. A whimper escaped her lips as he started pushing his finger there, but he didn’t care. He liked it. He wanted it to hurt. He wanted to punish her, and that knowledge only made her pussy wetter.
“You’re a bad girl,” he growled. “The others don’t know how bad. Rex thinks you’re a brat. Chase thinks you’re an angel. But I know what you are, Lacey. You’re a scrappy little liar, you survive because you’ll do whatever it takes. You’re not weak. You’re not broken. You don’t need our protection. You’d survive anything and anyone. That’s why you keep finding trouble. Because it’s in your fucking soul.”
He pulled his finger out of her ass and spanked her hard several times, his palm exploding against her bottom with rough slaps that made her scream.
“I will be waiting, Lacey. Every time you fuck up. Every time you disobey. I’m going to have them send you to me, because I’m the only one who can really punish you, aren’t I?”
“Yes!” She screamed the word.
“What they do is too gentle, isn’t it,” he continued, belting her ass with his hand hard enough to make her cry out each and every time. “They tease you and get you close, but they never really satisfy the dark little slut in your soul.”
He used his finger on her ass, sawing it in and out as he spanked her harder than she’d ever been spanked in her life. It hurt, but more than that, it transcended pain. It made her warm all over. She was in the dirt, but she was floating too, lighter than she’d ever been before.
When he pulled his finger out and put his cock to her hole, she let out a feral moan of need. She needed him to fuck her there. She needed to feel him hard and rough inside her ass. She craved it, and he gave it to her, pushing forward steadily.
“Oww, Col… Owwwww, fuck…”
“I know it hurts,” he growled softly. “It’s supposed to. Let it hurt, Lacey. Don’t fight it.”
She felt the thick head of him spreading her wider and wider, making her sphincter give way. Suddenly there was a pop of sensation as he pushed past and then his hard shaft was inside her and he was fucking her there, in the place where good girls never got fucked.
He grabbed her hips and used her ass like he’d used her pussy, long strokes that became more intense as her muscle gave way to him and allowed him in, her whimpers and moans only serving to make him harder. He scooped some more wetness out of her pussy, using her cunt like a lube dispenser, and smeared it on his cock as he rode deeper inside her ass.
Lacey was dizzy with desire, her whole body and being caught up in the moment of being fucked and ravaged by this vengeful man who alone knew how to punish her completely. Her hands dug into the dirt as he fucked her harder and rougher, making her scream into the forest with every thrust.
“I’m going to come inside this hole too,” he promised. “You’re going to drip for me, girl. You’re going to ache for me for a long time too. Every time Chase or Max or Rex or Brian sink their dicks inside you, it’s me you’re going to feel.”
She was going to come. She couldn’t believe it, but she was on the verge of orgasm. His words were fierce and cruel, his cock was rough inside her ass, but her pussy was aching with desire and her clit was one painful bud of tingling nerves desperate for release as Col pounded her ass to his own roaring orgasm, his dominance over her complete as he shot a fresh load of cum deep into her sore hole.
Lacey screamed as she felt him come. He reached under her and pinched her clit and it was like a button activating a rocket. She screamed with ecstasy and writhed beneath him, her orgasm so powerful she lost consciousness in the midst of it, pleasure and pain and dirt all mixed together in the gathering dark.
She was only half-sensate when she felt him pick her up and hold her in his arms. “Time to get you cleaned up, girl,” he murmured. “You’ve got four other men to fuck.”
Chapter Twenty
Max
A day later…
“He’s ruined her pussy for the rest of us,” Max complained as he gently ran his fingers over Lacey’s very well spanked and fucked lower lips. He was sitting in the living room on the couch and she was curled up in his arms naked. She hadn’t been allowed clothing since coming back from the city and he quite liked that. What he didn’t like as much was how sore she was. She squirmed and made a little whimpering sound as he stroked her in that sensitive little spot. Col had really gone to town on her.
Max expected her to hate Col after all that, but she cuddled up with him as much as she did the rest of them, though she did seem more shy. Couldn’t even meet his eye most of the time. Col glanced over at the pair of them and smirked, pleased with himself.
“I thought we all got a turn,” Max complained.
“We do,” Rex said. “Just not necessarily all at once.”
Lacey let out a little moan. She was really going to get it, and for a long time. Nobody was happy with the shit she’d pulled. She was still all over the news too, which pissed Rex off every time he saw it. Max got quite a laugh out of seeing the boss snap the TV off whenever the news came on.
“Max,” she whimpered. “You’re not mad at me, are you?”
“I’m not mad at you at all. Stealing a van is kind of badass, but you stole my van and the rest of the guys ragged on me for leaving the keys in it, which was a pain in my ass. It fits that I get to be a pain in yours too, huh?”
“But I’m sore,” she complained with a little pout. She was cute and she knew how to play him. He was tempted to let her off any kind of punishment. Chase already had, once he saw what Col had done. Chase was still feeling guilty over having sold her information too, which didn’t help.
“Well,” he said, rubbing her pussy. “As long as you promise to be a very good girl.”
“I’ll be so good,” she promised. “I’ll do whatever you want!”
Col snorted and shook his head. “You spoil her.”
“I’m allowed to spoil her,” Max shot back. “She doesn’t need five dudes destroying her.” He looked down into Lacey’s sweet face. “I forgive you, princess,” he said. “I guess that just leaves Brian and Rex.”
“Thank you!” Lacey wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed his cheek, her eyes shining with genuine gratitude. “Thank you so much, Max! I’m going to be so good, and I promise I’ll make it up to you when the others are done with me.”
“That’s alright,” he rumbled, patting her butt. “Just don’t make a fool out of me again.”
“He doesn’t need any help,” Col added.
Chapter Twenty-One
Lacey
Three days later…
She’d received mercy from Chase and Max, but Brian had not revoked his right to punish her. Lacey was curious as to what he had in store for her. After Col, she wasn’t actually afraid anymore. Nothing could be more intense than what Col had done, and Brian didn’t show any signs of sadism, so she was confident the worst of the suffering was over.
He approached her one afternoon quite casually, almost as if the whole affair were a matter of second thought.
“Lacey, would you come out to the workshop with me?”
Brian smiled that elegant smile he had, the one that always made her blush. She was a different woman with each of the men. With Brian she felt like a lady, albeit a lady very much fallen from grace. This kindly invitation belied what he likely had in store for her.
“I’ve got something very special planned for you.”
He took her by the hand and led her out to the workshop. She found herself smiling nervously. She hadn’t spent as much time with Brian. He was more retiring than most, and he didn’t inject himself into conversations unless he wa
s asked to. She somewhat doubted he was upset with her the way Col and maybe Rex were. Rex had been distant, probably because he hadn’t dealt with her yet. After Col, he was the one she was most worried about.
“Oh, my god!” A gasp escaped her as Brian conducted her into the workshop. He had prepared something very, very special.
It was the fucking machine—on steroids.
There were two dildo probes emanating from two long separate black shafts. There was a paddle attached to another arm and a little attachment for god knows what. A covered bench had been placed in front of the shafts and probes. Brian conducted her across to it and made a gesture like a waiter showing her to her table.
“Lie down, please.”
Brian was always so polite. He was the most twisted of them all, but he didn’t need to throw his weight around with overbearing machismo. She would have done as she was told out of curiosity. Settling face down on the bench, she found it pretty comfortable.
“Col took you in two places, but he’s one man and he only has one cock,” Brian declared. “This will allow me to take you in all three orifices.”
“We haven’t actually been together,” she said, feeling a little shy.
Brian crouched down next to her and ran his long fingers through her hair, brushing it gently out of the way. “Does that bother you? I know you were upset about Chase not being intimate with you.”
“I…” She shook her head. “I don’t know. I just got used to your machines.”
He flashed a handsome smile. “I think we have been together,” he said. “I use my proxies, but I see your pleasure. You flush so beautifully, and I can keep you on the verge of climax so much longer.”
“Aren’t you supposed to be punishing me?”
“Maybe,” he said with a wicked little grin. “We’ll see how punished you feel. I’m going to strap you down so I can keep you in place and calibrate everything. Slide back for me a little more, knees on the floor, bottom off the edge of the bench.”
She did as she was told, shimmying back into a position that left her rear fully accessible to Brian and to his machines. He grabbed a couple of small cushions for her knees and wrapped a big black leather strap over her back. The feeling of panic that usually accompanied being bound didn’t rise at all. She relaxed against the bench with a deep sigh, giving in to what was about to happen.
Brian ran his hand over her bottom. “We should be together,” he said. “Before the machines… I was worried about you, Lacey. But I know I’m the one who betrayed you.”
“You were doing it on Rex’s orders.”
“Yes,” he said, his fingers stroking lightly over her slit, parting her lower lips gently. “But I was the one who lied to your face.” He inserted a finger inside her, slipping it deeply into her pussy and sliding it back out. She was wet. Had been almost perpetually since this punishment began. Col had ravaged her into a perpetual state of desire, and now as she was bound down against the bench, she felt herself leaking juices over Brian’s finger.
“You did lie to me,” she agreed, hissing softly as he took his finger away and replaced it with the smooth, hard head of his cock. Closing her eyes, she held her breath as he pushed in ever so slowly, spreading her pussy around his rod with a languid stroke that was utterly unhurried. Brian made love like a master, gently urging her cunt into submission. He stroked her back as he moved inside her, working his thick cock ever deeper.
“Oh, my god, Brian,” she moaned softly. “This is… you’re so… oh, my god…”
She could hear the soft wet sounds of her pussy. His cock was working back and forth inside her, urging her toward a glowing arousal that filled her entire body. Brian was the most patient of them all. He was the last one to make love to her, the last one to fill her with his flesh and as her toes curled, she realized she had been missing out.
Moaning his name over and over again, she squirmed her hips, working herself on him as much as she could. The leather strap prevented much movement though. He was squarely in control, keeping her pussy on a slow boil as he held himself still. She felt him reach around for something, and then a rounded surface found her clit. There was a clipping sound, as if it had been locked into place—and then it began to vibrate.
“Oooohhh, Briiaan!” she squealed as her pussy was flooded with pleasure. The toy was snug against her clit, the vibrations working through her lower flesh and taking her toward orgasm. “I’m going to come!”
“Good girl,” Brian soothed. “Do it for me. Come on my cock, sweetheart.”
She came obediently and immediately, her cunt clenching his cock as she felt her orgasm rush through her, spiraling along her spine and bursting into a bright cascade of pleasure that made her tingle all over, panting and writhing.
But he was still inside her, and the vibrator was still running. She was going to come again. She moaned and squirmed, but she couldn’t escape and as Brian started to take her a little harder and faster, she started to come again. And again.
“Can I come inside you?” Brian panted the question as his cock swelled inside her.
“Yes!” she screamed. It was adorable that he asked, but there could only be one answer to the question. Yes. She needed his cum. Yes. She had to have him deeper inside her. Yes. Yes. A thousand times yes.
He let out a cry as he spent himself inside her, his cock plunging deep into her slippery slit, pumping his load inside her bare walls. And still it was not over, because the vibrator kept on vibrating and the additional wetness of cum and her own arousal slipping from her pussy down over her clit only served to heighten the pleasure. The tool got wetter and wetter, her pussy got more and more tender, but Brian was not done with her.
Where he ended, his machines began. Almost immediately he pushed the shaft with the dildo attached into her pussy. Again she was filled, moaning incoherently. He parted her cheeks, lubricated her tight little hole, and began to work the slightly smaller anal probe into place, pushing and twisting it with a screwing motion that inevitably made her flesh give way.
“Brian,” she cried out. “I can’t take any more.”
“Yes, you can,” he said calmly. “Your body is nice and lubricated, your sex is perfectly capable of taking much more stimulation, and your bottom is more receptive than I would have imagined too.” Such clinical language, given he was talking about double fucking her with a sex machine.
Lacey lay there, racked with what now felt like almost continual orgasm as the probes started to push inside her, propelled by mechanical means that would not tire, or become flaccid, which would be able to keep filling both sensitive holes until the end of time. She was going to be fucked forever, her sweaty, writhing body caught in his instrument of pleasure torment.
“Brian, please… let me out. I can’t take it…”
He walked around to face her, his nice smooth thick cock held in his hand. She saw how wet it still was with his cum and her juices. The sight almost set her off into another orgasm as he stepped forward and ran the head of his dick over her lips.
“You were a naughty girl,” Brian lectured softly, pushing his cum-covered cock into her mouth. “I have to teach you a good long lesson so next time you don’t do anything so foolish. You could have been hurt, Lacey, and that would have hurt all of us.”
Lacey couldn’t respond in any coherent way. She gasped and panted around his cock, drooling desire over his dick as she cleaned it off, taking every little bit of his seed down her throat. By then she’d come at least ten times. Her thighs were weak and perpetually trembling, her pussy and ass felt as though they were being commercially used, the probes sliding in at slightly off phase intervals so the one in her ass would slide out just as the one in her pussy was sliding in.
“I know this is tough on you,” Brian said sympathetically as she wailed her way through yet another climax. “But you have to learn.”
“I’ve learned, Brian. I promise I have!”
He turned the vibrator off and stilled the prob
es. The one in her pussy had slipped free, but the one in her anus still had her stretched around it. He made no move to let her go. He kept her in position, her ass filled.
“What have you learned?” He asked the question gently and with real interest. Maybe he was a sadist. Maybe he was just a different kind of sadist.
“I know if I ever do anything like that again, I’m fucked. Literally.”
He smiled a little. “Anything else?”
“I don’t think so…”
Brian reached out to turn the machine back on.
“No!”
“You must have learned more than a glib one-liner,” Brian encouraged. “Tell me. I want to know what you’ve learned. All of it.”
“I’ve learned that I’m still in danger,” she babbled hurriedly. “I’ve learned that if I act out, I put you in danger. I’ve learned that Col doesn’t hate me, and you’re not as innocent as you look. I’ve learned that Max is nicer than he seems and Chase still feels guilty and I don’t know about Rex because he hasn’t really talked to me in days.”
Brian nodded and flipped a switch. The probe in her ass started to move, surging forward and then out of its own accord.
“I’ll give your pussy a rest,” he said. “But you haven’t taken much in your rear and I think you could do with some machine training.”
“You’re a sick puppy,” she groaned as the dildo worked itself in and out of her ass, moving at a slow-ish pace, and doing just as Brian had said it would, making her ass relax so that it could move even more smoothly.
He grinned broadly. “I fit into this unit for a reason,” he said. “I haven’t played with you as much as I’d like, Lacey. When all this settles down, I have so many more machines to try on you.”
Lacey grunted as the dildo in her ass went deep, stretching her hole wide before retreating yet again. She’d come so many times she didn’t think it would be possible to come again, but something was building inside her. Something that arose from being strapped down and ass fucked by a machine while a handsome man told her of his plans for her. She was in very safe hands with him, and though he’d lied to her about the data, she found that she trusted him anyway. Brian’s affection was twisted for sure, but so was hers.
