by Lacey Kane
But instead of a bed in the center of the room, there was a curvy piece of furniture, a hump on each end and a dip in the middle, fitted with loops on the sides. He tossed me on it on my stomach, with my knees dropping to the bottom of the dip so my ass was raised on a hump. He and Davis set to work immediately, fastening leather cuffs to my wrists and ankles, and attaching those by clips to the metal loops. My arms were spread in a V in front of me, and my legs were tugged back and apart just enough that I couldn’t possibly support myself with them.
“Try to get your rest. God knows you’ll need it.” On his way out the door, Bradford smacked my butt—one solid strike on each cheek.
I yelped, because it stung. But he and Davis both just walked out, leaving the lights on.
It was seriously uncomfortable. Because of the cuffs, I couldn’t shift my position at all. My ass was sore, my sex ached like it had never ached before, and I felt more raw and sexual than I’d ever experienced in my life.
And I was cold. The water from my shower had still not fully dried. It drenched the fabric covering whatever it was I was on, it dripped from my hair, and I was shivering. Sleep? Not likely.
I lay there for a long time, knowing that whatever was in store for me was bound to exhaust me equally as much as the last twenty-four hours had, if not more, so surely I did need to rest. But I couldn’t stop thinking about how empty I felt. I’d spent all of last night fucking Alex and Dustin. I’d spent the entire day at work with a vibrator in my pussy. And since I stepped into that van, I couldn’t tell you how many men and objects had been inside me…even in ways I’d never before allowed.
But now? Nothing.
That should have been a relief. I had been desperate for a break. My body had been through more sex in that time than I’d probably had in months, so surely I needed to let it recharge.
So why was I grinding my hips into the hump beneath me?
No matter how hard I pressed my empty sex against the fabric, though, there was nothing inside me, nothing pressing on me, nothing touching me in any way…and I couldn’t get myself off. I couldn’t seem to shift my weight enough, couldn’t seem to gain enough traction to create the friction I needed.
I twisted and contorted my body, desperately trying to get myself closer. I had to have spent close to an hour in my wasted efforts before finally collapsing against the hump, physically spent and sexually frustrated.
Eventually, despite my discomfort, I drifted off.
Not for long, though. I couldn’t have been asleep ten minutes before I woke up screaming from the surprise of a sudden slap to my ass. I blinked, my eyes blinded in the bright light of the room, twisting my head to see if I could discover what was going on. Another slap. And another. Finally, I craned my head around enough to see Bradford swinging his arm back to spank me again.
Each blow made my whole body jump. They were sharp, leaving pinprickly tingles behind.
“What—ouch!—what are you doing that for?”
Instead of answering me, he grabbed a fistful of my hair and jerked my head back by it, then spanked me hard enough tears shot to my eyes. I hadn’t been spanked since I was a little girl. Who the fuck did he think he was?
Ten more blows. Then twenty. And not once did he release my hair. I was a sobbing, blubbering mess, and still he kept spanking me. The blows didn’t feel quite so sharp any more, more like a dull stinging sensation. By the time his hand stopped coming down and he rubbed it possessively over my hot flesh, I’d lost count of how many spanks he’d delivered.
Finally, he moved in front of me, holding my head still with both hands so I was forced to look at him.
“A Fuck Toy does not get to come when she wants to come. You only get to come when your Master wants you to.”
I wanted to say, “Fuck you,” but I was still crying too hard. Even if I’d been able to get the words out through my tears, they would have been stopped by the sensation of a man climbing on top of me from behind.
Squirming to get away was useless, of course, but I did it anyway. It didn’t matter, though. I’d barely registered the weight of the man pressing down against me before his cock was deep in my channel.
And that was when I realized I honestly had no idea who was fucking me. Bradford was in front of me, but it wasn’t Davis inside me. This cock was shorter, thicker. More curved, in a way that touched intimate parts of my sex that had never been touched before.
He grabbed my hips and pulled me back onto him, wildly thrusting into me in a frantic pace. “So fucking wet.” His voice sounded familiar, but I couldn’t sort it out because it was veiled with lust. He moved his hands beneath me, sliding them up my body to grab my breasts. “Fucking bitch. This is what will happen every time you’re a bitch to me, Marina. I’ll spank you until you’re dripping, and then fuck you into tomorrow.”
I should have been wondering who he was, trying to sort that mystery out, but all I could think about was how he was right. I was crazy wet. His thick cock had slipped inside me easily, all the way to the hilt, and he was moving within me like he was coated in an entire bottle of lube.
Could it really be all because Bradford had spanked me? That hurt. It hurt so bad I was crying. I couldn’t have been turned on by it.
But all signs pointed that way.
Holy hell.
I was becoming more sick and twisted by the moment.
The rest of my night continued in much the same fashion. They would leave me alone, and I’d struggle to find a way to reach climax because they left me a hot mess. I would fail. Eventually, I’d fall asleep…only to be wakened again by either Bradford or Davis spanking me, getting me all hot and bothered again, and then someone would fuck me from behind.
After that had happened for about the third time, I finally recognized the voice of the man fucking me. It was Chuck, one of the idiots I worked with. His cock wasn’t as big as those of the other men who’d fucked me that night, but he thrust with a vigor he couldn’t contain, slapping my ass cheeks all the while.
Once I recognized Chuck’s voice, it was easy enough to recognize that the others had also been my co-workers. The first guy had been Frank from accounting. Then Will from HR, and Chuck. Luis from the mailroom and Henry from accounting finished my night.
Each time, they would take me so close to finding an orgasm I could taste it, only to shoot their load into a condom and leave me alone with my need.
By the time morning came around, I’d had probably less than two hours of sleep, I was sore all over, but especially my sex, and I was so desperate for climax it would probably take little more than a whisper of breath on my clit to get me off.
Davis came into my room, whistling like he didn’t have a care in the world. I wanted to punch him, to kick him, something to find some small way to fight back. But that didn’t seem too likely to happen. And when I thought about it for a minute, I didn’t really know how much I actually wanted it—other than the fact that it might mean another spanking. One more thing to take me closer to that seemingly just-out-of-reach plateau.
“Ready for day two, Bitch?” He was bent over me with a bunch of rope, tying it around me into the same sort of harness I’d had on for a while last night.
“Fuck you,” I bit off.
Davis settled a knot perfectly over my clit as he drew the rope through my slit and up between my ass cheeks. “Haven’t had enough yet, have you? No worries on that score.”
When he finished all his knots, he unlatched my wrists and ankles and used the leash he’d created to drag me off the humpy thing. My muscles screamed in protest at finally being allowed to move, but he didn’t wait for me to stretch them and get accustomed to the change. He just tugged until I had to follow him, on all fours, out into the hall.
Breakfast went much the same as supper had. I was on the floor lapping gruel they claimed was oatmeal while Bradford and Davis sat at the table eating pancakes, bacon, eggs, fruit…a damned continental breakfast.
As Bradford finis
hed his meal, he pushed back his chair and undid the zipper on his tight leather pants, then gestured for me to come and suck him off. Davis carried the dishes to a sink and ran water to fill one side.
I didn’t want to suck Bradford off, though. I wanted some damn relief for my own sexual frustration. Instead of making my way on all fours to service him, I gave him my trademarked snotty glare.
That might not have been my best move.
In an instant, he grabbed a fistful of my hair hauled me to my feet, then dragged me to the water-filled sink. Never releasing his grip on my hair, he moved the rope splitting my butt cheeks aside and forced his huge cock balls deep into my ass. Bradford’s thrusts forced my ribs up against the side of the counter.
He tightened his hold on my hair so hard that I screamed, but instead of jerking my head back, he forced it down into the water.
I gurgled and choked, still mid-scream when my face went below the surface. He held me down for a few seconds, never ceasing the pumping into my bowels. My lungs burned, but not nearly as much as my sexual hunger. Then he drew my head back up. I gasped for air and spluttered as water flooded down my torso, drenching my breasts. My insides were cramping and I couldn’t seem to catch a breath, and then Davis zapped my breast less than an inch away from my nipple with electricity.
I screamed again, and Bradford forced my head beneath the water again, holding me down for longer this time. The zaps kept coming, almost as fast as Bradford was fucking my ass, moving between my breasts, my inner thighs, just next to my clit. Good god, my clit. The rough rope knot kept abrading it with every tiny movement, and I was shuddering with the need for an orgasm. I’d almost taken a lungful of water by the time Bradford pulled me back up for air, and again gasped for breath while choking.
But they didn’t stop. Each time he pushed my head below the water, he held me down for longer than the last time. Each jolt of electricity to my body, each forceful invasion of my nether channel, each tug against my ropes had me closer to the most mind-blowing orgasm of my life…so close I could almost feel my eyes rolling back into my head.
When Davis touched the zapper directly to one of my nipples, the buildup to my climax was almost painfully unbearable. I frantically reached out for something to hold onto, anything, needing something to ground me against the coming onslaught. My fingers found the faucet, and I held on for dear life as Davis repeated the process with the other nipple. A crazed scream ripped from my lips and my insides clenched, as though desperate to keep Bradford’s dick deep in my ass.
He was thrusting so hard and fast, my feet left the ground and my weight was supported solely by the counter. Once more, he forced my head down into the water.
Davis zapped me directly on my clit.
I shattered into a limp, exhausted puddle.
I must have passed out after that bender of an orgasm. The next thing I knew, I was hanging from the ceiling by my wrists with chains connecting my cuffs to steel supports. My legs had been stretched out to the side, with leather supports at the ankles and upper thighs, also chained to the ceiling. I wasn’t in a split, exactly…my legs had gone further than that, almost like a very wide V, so that my ass and pussy were the lowest-to-the-ground parts of my body. Two supports came up to the undersides of my knees from the ground, cupping them in place.
There was no possible way any part of me would be hitting the ground any time soon regardless of the chains I was hanging from and the supports below me, though, because there was some sort of fucking machine beneath me, working dildos in both my ass and my cunt at a frustratingly slow pace.
I moaned, and it was then that I realized I had a gag in my mouth. Drool streamed steadily down my chin and dribbled onto my chest.
“Back with us, are you Fuck Toy?”
I felt Bradford behind me, his hot breath fanning over the back of my neck and tickling my ears. He kneaded my ass cheeks, then trailed his hands all over my body until he settled them on my breasts. After a few squeezes and slaps, he pinched my nipples and twisted. Little more than a gurgle came from my mouth. Well, a gurgle and more drool.
A lot more drool.
Holy hell, that was disgusting.
It dribbled down my chin and dripped off, coating my insanely sensitive breasts before continuing its trek downward.
Bradford chuckled, but then he backed away. I wanted to turn so I could see what he was doing, but I couldn’t move anything but my head…and even that caused my other muscles to move in not-so-great ways, so I quickly decided to face forward just like I already had been.
When he moved behind me again, he tapped something hard and wooden against my butt, lightly at first but then increasingly harder. He worked one cheek at a time, gradually increasing the force until I was nearly to the point of yelping into my gag before moving to the other side and repeating the process.
My ass was still insanely sore from all the spankings last night. I really didn’t need a paddling to go on top of it. But it didn’t matter. That’s what I was getting.
He gave me a few good thwacks on the backs of my thighs to go along with the spanks on my bottom. The force of his blows continued to grow, causing my body to jerk unnaturally against my restraints. Each time I did that, I came back down harder on the dildos fucking into me. But instead of sharp pains from the paddle, it was more of a thudding heat that was spreading all over my body, working its way out to my fingers and toes, and spreading deeper to my core.
Christ on a cracker, I was getting off on this. My sex was wetter than I could ever recall it feeling, and my body was tightening and squeezing against those two dildos like crazy, trying to keep them deep inside me, to take them further into me than they could realistically go.
Thud.
My breasts jiggled, heavy and swollen and full. I was desperate for something to touch my nipples again, to put pressure on them and squeeze them.
Thud.
My clit throbbed, engorged and enflamed. One little touch was all it would take to send me over the edge, one flick of a tongue or brush of a finger. Nothing touched it but cold air.
Thud.
Every inch of my body felt alive and enflamed and oh-so-desperately needy.
That was when the paddling stopped and Bradford stepped away from me. He probably left the room. I didn’t know. I just knew I was right on the edge of another climax, and there was no way in hell I could get myself there without a little help.
But I didn’t get any help. I just had those damned dildos fucking into me so slowly I wanted to scream, and a whole bunch of me, myself, and I hanging around. Damn them.
My sense of time had left me. Minutes, hours…I had no clue how long I was alone like that, twisting my body in any little way I could, trying to get myself off. It was no use. Even if I found a little give in the restraints on my arms, the stupid things connected to my legs kept me from moving down harder onto those damned fucking machines.
I tried whimpering a few times, but that didn’t help. If anyone was in the room with me, they were well and truly ignoring me. My luck of late probably meant there was no one in the room with me. Hell, there might not be anyone in the whole building. Anything louder than a whimper wasn’t going to help me, so there was no point in wasting my voice.
Right around the point where every muscle in my body felt like it was one giant cramp, that was when one of them returned to the room. I didn’t hear him come in. He didn’t say anything. I didn’t have any warning at all before a series of sharp, stinging sensations fell over my back.
I screamed into my gag from the shock of it, though it didn’t really hurt. Pain, at this point, was all relative. It surprised me more than it hurt me, though it definitely wasn’t a pleasant feeling.
Then I heard a swoosh through the air, just before the thing struck the back of my thigh. I jerked against my bonds, squirming to somehow get away, but it was no use. It kept coming and kept coming, and every time it hit me, I came a little closer to that elusive orgasm that I’d been hove
ring near for so long.
Somewhere along the way, my screams and whimpers turned to moans of need, and the stinging turned to more of a thudding sensation. My entire back side felt hot and raw, and somehow as though it had separated from the rest of me.
That was when Davis moved in front of me and I got a look at the thing he’d been using on me. A whip? No, more of a flogger, with black leather stringy things flying out from the handle to strike me. He kept swinging it, flogging my stomach and arms and breasts. Sometimes, it would strike me just next to my nipple, or only an inch or so above my straining sex lips and that hot little button I wished he’d touch. But he never quite struck them with it.
The building climax was so close it was painful, far more painful than anything Davis was doing to me. Hot tears filled my eyes and spilled down my cheeks at a rapid clip, dripping to join my drool covering my chest. I jerked against my bonds, trying to alter the position of my body so one of Davis’s blows might tickle against my clit or my tit.
No luck.
The more I squirmed, the longer he swung the flogger, moving in and around me, raining the falls over almost every exposed bit of my flesh.
And somehow, despite my tears and my frustration, I reveled in it. I wanted more. My head dropped back and I let my mind go, and sensation reigned supreme.
That was when he stopped and left me again.
It had to have been at least an hour that I was left alone that time, probably longer. Needless to say, I was unsuccessful in getting myself off, despite exhausting myself in my variety of attempts.
This time when they came back, it was both Bradford and Davis together. They came around in front of me so I could see the floggers they each held before going to work on me, both at the same time.
It took almost no time for the raw need, that sexual hunger that kept pushing me forward toward something seemingly unattainable, to come back full force.
The flogger Bradford used had more bite, digging into my flesh with each swing so that I yelped and jerked. Davis was using the same one as earlier, delivering thuds each time he brought his arm forward.
