by Lacey Kane
Then more of the sticky stuff came down over my pussy and they used their hands to rub it over every inch of surface area. Davis kept pouring the stuff down my thighs all the way to my ankles, making a trail of it that led to the ground, while Bradford moved up my body. He held up a bottle of corn syrup so I could see it in the waning light, then poured a thick trail of it over my abdomen leading to my breasts. After emptying the bottle over my tits, he used his big hands to slather it all over them, leaving no part of my sensitive tits untouched.
They were still rubbing the corn syrup over my flesh when I felt the first tickling sensation of something—an insect—crawling up the trail on my right leg. When it reached the bend of my knee, it bit and I yelped.
“You sons of bitches,” I bit off. How long did they think they were going to leave me tied up like that? If Alex knew about this…
But he did. They said he was watching the whole thing. Both Alex and Dustin. I blinked, scanning the area until I saw the red blinking light again. Tears pricked at my eyes at the thought that my boyfriend would subject me to something like this. The next time I saw him, I’d give him an earful. And then I’d call the damn cops and have them all arrested. This had to be illegal.
Davis finished with my legs and moved to where I couldn’t see him. Bradford picked up a wet wipe and cleaned his hands with it. By then, I could feel probably a dozen or more ants climbing up my legs, moving ever nearer to my pussy and ass.
Bending down to look me straight in the eye, Bradford tugged on a fistful of my hair and held me still. “Open your mouth, Fuck Toy.”
On principle, I kept my lips tightly closed.
With his other hand, he pinched my nose and held on until I was forced to open my mouth for air. As soon as I did, he forced a ball gag between my teeth and fastened it behind my head. A few ants had reached my pussy lips by then, and some were trekking over my abdomen, and every few seconds another was biting me. Next, he put the blindfold over my eyes again.
“Davis and I are going to prepare your next session. We’ll be back in a bit. Enjoy your time alone with nature.”
Then I felt something coming down over my ears, and I couldn’t hear a damned thing. Ants were moving inside my sex and ass, biting me all over my cunt, my legs, my abdomen, my breasts. It hurt and tickled all at once.
After a minute of lying there, sounds came through the headphones. Slapping, grunting, fucking sounds. An ant bit my clit and my back arched, but I couldn’t move. The woman in my ears screamed, and I could make out two men grunting.
More bites on my tits and inside my ass. I squirmed, which made a splinter drive into my ass cheek, and then I squirmed some more. I moaned into my gag, which sent drool flooding down my cheeks. Bites everywhere. Thrusting, sucking, moaning. “Fuck me harder. Fuck my ass hard. God, look how she’s writhing.” Hundreds of ants crawling and biting. I couldn’t get away. “Dustin, Alex!!! She’s covered in so many ants. Oh god, it looks so fucking painful, and it’s making me so hot. Please, can I come? You’re fucking me so hard.”
Dustin and Alex. And Carla, wasn’t it? No. Jenna. It had to be Jenna. They were watching me being eaten alive by ants while they fucked her. They were getting off on my discomfort, on my torture. All three of them.
The ants were everywhere, biting my underarms and neck and the inside of my ass and pussy and all around my nipples. With every bite, I tossed and twisted more against my bonds, until my wrists and knees and ankles were raw from my struggle. I moaned and screamed and cried into my gag, but no one could hear me or if anyone was there, they didn’t care. Or maybe they liked what they saw, like Jenna apparently did. Whichever.
When I was so desperate for an end to it that I was ready to rip my skin free from my body, I heard Alex say, “Come now, Jenna.” As all three of them shouted their orgasms in my ears, a sharp stream of cold water came down over my body followed soon after by another.
“Fuck, that’s hot. Marina, you’re so fucking hot I’m already hard again.”
The water jets pounded over my sensitive skin, washing the ants away even as they left me shivering in the evening air.
“Can I fuck her ass again?” Alex’s question came right as one of the jets shot inside my pussy, and my back arched so high that my shoulders dug into the picnic table.
“Of course.” Dustin grunted and I heard a sharp slap. “But let’s reposition her so I can flog her tits. She’ll really get off on that.”
The first jet was still pulsing in my cunt and occasionally hitting my clit while the second shot up inside my ass. I screamed repeatedly into my gag, but I couldn’t block out the sounds coming to my ears. Grunting, moaning, slapping, thwacking, slurping, sloshing…all of it while, against my will, another orgasm roiled inside me and threatened to burst over the edge.
I didn’t want to come. I didn’t want to give Alex and Dustin the satisfaction. I didn’t want Bradford and Davis to have that sort of control over me. With every ounce of will I could muster, I fought back the orgasm even though I desperately needed it.
Jenna was screaming and begging to come again, and Alex shouted as he spent himself in her ass, and then I was a lost cause. My body splintered into a thousand tiny shards and everything went black.
When I came to, I was inside what appeared to be a log cabin. The gag remained in place, but the blindfold and headphones were gone. My arms were up overhead in a V with the wrists attached to a bar hanging from the ceiling, my legs were spread below me with my ankles strapped to another bar, and my feet were dangling…not quite able to reach the floor.
A bright spotlight was on me, and I looked down to see hundreds of tiny, angry, red bite marks covering my most sensitive areas. I wanted to scratch them. Desperately. I struggled against the bonds holding me, but all that managed to accomplish was to send me swinging.
“Finally with us again, are you, bitch?” Davis came around from behind me, completely nude and holding a bottle of something in his hands. His dick was at full attention. “Aloe. It’ll take away the itch and sting, for the most part.”
He poured some of the aloe into the palm of his hand, and then spread it over my abdomen. Systematically, he worked until he’d covered every exposed bite…and he was right. It did remove the stinging sensation—but all of those parts felt raw and more hyper-sensitive than I’d ever experienced before in my life. Finally, he had put aloe everywhere but inside my sex and my ass. I wanted relief—but I didn’t have the first clue how he intended to go about it. Or even if he was planning to give me any relief in those places.
I didn’t have to wonder long. A door behind him opened and Bradford’s frame filled the entryway. Naked. And hard.
In two long strides, he had crossed over to us. “Feeling better, Fuck Toy?” His voice was as gruff and commanding as ever.
I nodded and mumbled into my gag.
“But not everywhere,” he said. Then he laughed. “That cunt and asshole still sting like a bitch, don’t they?”
If I lied, if I tried to deny that they stung like crazy, he probably wouldn’t do anything to ease the pain. But what would they do if I admitted to it? I was almost afraid to know.
He gripped both of my nipples between his thumbs and forefingers and twisted. “Answer me Fuck Toy. You still sting up inside your sweet holes, don’t you?”
I fought the tears welling in my eyes from the pain, but it was no use. They spilled over, which only made him grin and twist my tits again. Finally, I nodded.
Bradford released my nipples and ignored the fact that I shouted into my gag. “Want the same sort of relief there? Do you want some aloe in your cunt and up your ass for those ant bites?”
I nodded again. Then I immediately regretted it, because both Davis and Bradford poured aloe into their hands and started coating their cocks with it.
I fought against my bonds, but all that accomplished was putting more pressure on my wrists and making my body flail—and having both men look even more intent than before about what th
ey were preparing to do. They both covered every bit of their cocks and ball sacs with the aloe.
Then Davis gripped my hips and lifted me slightly, and he easily slid his cock deep inside my sex. He pumped a few times, then pulled out and added more aloe. While he was rubbing it all over himself, Bradford moved behind me and fisted a hand in my hair, forcing my head back so I had to look at him.
My breath caught when I felt his cock pushing against my anus. He was so much bigger than the fingers that had been in me earlier, and every little bit of progress he made inside me made me want to scream more. By the time his head was fully past my sphincter, I knew I had to be turning purple from lack of oxygen, and tears were pouring freely down my face.
Davis pressed into my pussy again, grabbing hold of my hips and thrusting at a frenetic pace that forced Bradford’s cock deeper inside my nether hole. After a minute, he stopped again to add more aloe.
As much as I hated to admit it, the stinging was beginning to ease. At least it was in my sex. Not much had eased in my ass yet.
When Davis entered me a third time, he slapped my cheek. “Breathe, bitch.”
I shouted in shock, but then sucked in a huge breath of air.
Bradford used that opportunity to drive himself another couple of inches inside me. My womb clenched in pain, and he put his free arm around my waist to gain more leverage, never easing up the grip he had on my hair.
The two men rocked their hips in time, Davis embedding his cock fully within my womb on each thrust though Bradford easily had a few more inches yet to enter me. Then Bradford retreated and added more aloe to his dick. As soon as he came back to me, he went deeper than he had before, lifting my whole body with the force of his thrust.
They took turns, fucking me and adding more aloe, Bradford going ever deeper in spite of my tears, until he had managed to work his full length inside my bowels. With every movement, my stinging subsided more, my gut cramped, my wrists and shoulders ached, and a growing wetness built.
Bradford yanked my head back by the hair again, and his other hand moved down to pinch my clit. Davis released my hips and moved his hands so that he could twist my nipples. Thwack, thwack, thwack. Slap, slap, slap. The scents of aloe and sex and sweat mingled in my nostrils, and my toes started to curl with another mind-blowing orgasm.
But how could that be, when I was being fucked in both my ass and my pussy at once, when they seemed determined to cause me pain more than pleasure, when I’d never been so degraded in my life? Yet it was happening. Good god, was it happening.
The walls of my sex and my ass both tightened, as though trying to keep those cocks inside, and I struggled for breath and to fight back tears. But the tears came, fast and furious, and tingles raced from my core out to my fingers and toes. Bradford dropped his grip on my hair, but he moved his hand to tighten around my throat just enough to make breathing almost, but not quite, impossible.
And then I shattered.
Davis shouted, and a stream of hot cum filled my sex. An instant later, Bradford let out a grunt and came in my ass. They both pulled away before I could release, leaving me hanging from the ceiling, swaying from their exertions.
Bradford walked to the window and picked up several lengths of rope that had been on a table. He and Davis methodically tied them around me, creating a tight harness that squeezed my breasts and pulling a knotted rope down between my ass cheeks and pussy lips, making certain the knot lined up precisely over my clit. Only once they had the ropes exactly as they wanted them did they release my wrists and ankles.
I fell, exhausted and sore, to the floor at their feet. They connected another length of the rope to the harness, tied it around my neck, and then knotted it in my hair.
Davis gave the end of the rope a little tug, and it nearly ripped my hair out and cut off my airway. “Come on, bitch. Supper time.” He started walking, pulling me by the rope, and I had no choice but to follow behind him on my hands and knees or be strangled.
He led me through the halls of the cabin, with Bradford following behind me and zapping me on the ass and pussy with the electric wand every few steps. Every tiny movement I made caused the rope over my clit to abrade it further. Eventually, we arrived in the kitchen. Davis then used the rope he’d been pulling me with to tie my wrists behind my back while Bradford put two bowls on the floor before me. One had water, the other cold oatmeal.
“Eat, bitch.” Davis removed my gag and shoved my face down toward the bowls. “Bitches are dogs, so you’ll be eating like a dog.”
Crying wouldn’t make eating any easier, so I tried to fight down my humiliation. I was starving. This had been going on for hours now, and I hadn’t had a bite to eat since a small salad at lunch. Lord only knew when they’d feed me again. So I dipped my head down to take a bite.
Right as I did, Bradford took his foot and pressed it down on my head, forcing my entire face into the oatmeal. I instinctively jerked up, which ripped at my hair and tightened the rope around my neck. Some bits of the oatmeal fell off my face to the floor and spilled over the sides of the bowl.
“Your bitch is making a mess of her supper,” Bradford said, walking over to the stove.
For the next half hour, I tried to eat my oatmeal and drink my water, all the while ignoring the smells of Bradford cooking steaks and baked potatoes for himself and Davis. Every few minutes, Davis would press my face into the food or water, ensuring I made a bigger mess every time.
When Bradford brought two plates over to the table, half of my food and water was on the floor in a big gooey mess, and none remained in my bowls. “Clean your mess up with your tongue, Fuck Toy.” He pressed the sole of his foot against the back of my head, forcing my head down to the floor.
I tried not to gag as I slid my tongue out and licked the first bit of gruel up. Bradford kept his foot on my head, guiding me where he wanted me, as he ate.
When the two men had finished their meals, Bradford pushed his chair back from the table, spread his legs, and pulled me by the hair until I was kneeling between them. I could see the evidence of him fucking me all over his flaccid cock.
“Suck it clean, Fuck Toy.”
But he hadn’t just fucked me. He’d fucked my ass. I couldn’t possibly put that in my mouth. When I didn’t start immediately, he pulled on the rope around my neck with both hands, causing it to tighten unbearably, and guided my mouth onto his dick. I gagged almost immediately and nearly vomited, but he held tight to my ropes and wouldn’t let me retreat even an inch.
Davis moved behind me, digging his fingers beneath the rope that was chafing my pussy lips. “You puke and you’ll have to clean that up, too.” He moved the rope aside, which caused the knot to tighten even more over my clit, and then started fucking me again—doggy style, like the bitch I was.
Tears streaming down my face, I licked and sucked Bradford’s cock, trying to ignore the taste and horrified that he was hardening and lengthening by the moment. By the time he was fully erect and forcing his length repeatedly down my throat, Davis was ramming me like a freight train from behind.
My body started to convulse from the constant attention to my clit, and my pussy walls tightened against Davis’s cock again. But before I could orgasm, he pulled out and jerked the rope away from my asshole, and started fucking my ass just as hard as he’d been fucking my cunt.
The changed angle on my clit knot only added to my frenzy for release. I rocked my hips back against him, despite the pain it caused. At the same time, Bradford pulled up on my neck rope and fucked my throat just as hard as Davis was in my ass. I couldn’t breathe, but I didn’t care because I was about to have the biggest fucking orgasm of my life.
Davis was longer than Bradford, and he was thrusting deeper into my bowels, and my insides knotted into a thousand cramps that made me scream in an intensely painful climax over Bradford’s cock. Bradford released me and pulled back, then covered my breasts with his cum. When he finished, Davis pulled free from my ass with a pop, then flippe
d me onto my back and straddled my face, fucking my throat and mouth just as ferociously as he had been my ass. A minute later, he shot his semen down my throat.
I wasn’t sure how long I lay there on my back, tied up in ropes and covered in cum and sweat and the remnants of my oatmeal gruel. When Bradford and Davis came back, Davis helped me up into a sitting position and put a medicine cup to my lips.
“Drink up, bitch.”
I had no clue what he was trying to drug me with, but I wasn’t going to take it easily. “Fuck you.”
“You already have, and you will again. Take the fucking medicine.”
I squirmed, trying to turn my head away. “What is it?”
Bradford moved in behind me and pulled on my hair, forcing my head back. He gripped my jaw with his other hand and forced it open, and Davis poured it down my throat.
“Triple dose of a laxative,” Bradford said when I’d finally swallowed. “We’re going to keep that all nice and cleaned out so we can make use of your ass as often as we want.”
He untied my wrists and they used the rope to lead me to a bathroom. As a team, they untied me while restraining me with their superior strength, then proceeded to groom me. They brushed my teeth and had me gargle. They scrubbed my face. They shaved my legs and armpits and pussy. They were just about to put me in the shower when the sudden urge to relieve my bowels hit.
They wouldn’t even leave me alone for that, and as soon as I was done, they tossed me into a steaming shower and scrubbed every inch of my body. And I do mean every inch. They slathered their hands with soap and worked them inside my aching sex and ass, over and over again while I could do little more than writhe and moan.
Finally, they released me. I dropped like a limp noodle to the floor of the shower and lay there, unable to move even a muscle, while they cleaned themselves.
When the water shut off, Bradford lifted me bodily and carried me, dripping, into another room. “Time for bed, Fuck Toy,” he said just before flipping on the lights.
