by Lacey Kane
By the time I was shaking violently with my need for release, Davis had dropped his flogger. He moved to somewhere behind me and was gone for a few minutes, though Bradford never stopped his assault.
When Davis came back, he had some sort of wand looking thing with a bulbous head at one end and a cord hanging out the other. He flipped a switch on the handle of it, and I heard the rapid vibrations only a second before he pressed it hard against my clit.
I literally saw stars at that point, bright colors exploding in my vision as my entire body turned to boneless mush. I heard screams, and somehow vaguely recognized them as my own, but I didn’t care. That orgasm gave birth to twin orgasms, triplets, quintuplets and more. I kept coming and coming, one aching climax rolling into another as I tried desperately to get away. But it was no use. I couldn’t move. All I could do was come.
Eventually, they left me alone, hanging like a limp mass from my bonds while the damned dildos kept pressing into me from below.
Every time I’d think maybe they’d finally forgotten about me or were going to let me have some rest, they would come back and start again.
Floggers. Vibrating wand. More orgasms than I knew how to handle. Hang like a wet noodle and wait for more.
The fourth time they came in, I started climaxing after about ten strokes from the flogger. I didn’t stop, either, with wave after wave of orgasms rolling through me while they abused me. That didn’t stop Davis from getting the torture-wand out and holding it hard against my clit, though.
The next time they joined me, I screamed with an orgasm as soon as the first falls touched my skin. Their process didn’t change in the slightest. The pain of being flogged was beginning to equate in my mind and body with sexual release.
I lost count of how many times they repeated the process, but somewhere along the way they stopped using that wand on my cunt. Then later, they turned off the fucking machines and took the dildos out of me. It didn’t matter, though. I still came like a screaming banshee each time they struck me with a flogger. Or a paddle. Or a cane, a hand, a whip.
Time and space and reality were all gone. I couldn’t focus on anything. Didn’t know where I was or what I was doing, only that my entire existence was centered around that damned nub at the top of my thighs, and my growing desire for something to strike me.
I was floating in a sex-crazed fog, unable to think of anything but how bad it hurt to orgasm, and yet how much I wanted and needed it again.
The floating sensation turned to stinging, almost like ant bites again, only covering every bare inch of my flesh. I cried out, tried to get away, but strong arms wrapped around me from behind and held me in place, forcing me to remain in whatever it was that stung my body.
“Shhh. Hush now, Fuck Toy.”
Slowly, my predicament returned to me, a gradual return to sanity. The floating sensation was because I was in a tub, filled with hot water and something scented that at first stung where the falls had hit, but then soothed them.
Bradford was behind me, holding my back to his front and keeping me down in the water. When I stopped struggling to get away, his hands moved slowly but firmly over me, massaging over all my aching limbs. It was almost soothing, apart from the fact that he was still a crazy man I didn’t know who’d been calling me Fuck Toy and treating me like a sex slave all weekend. If I let myself forget that part, though, and just focused on the way he was holding me, I felt almost loved.
That had to be the craziest realization of my life.
But it was true.
His hands smoothed the water over my burning flesh, massaging my intensely sore muscles with a surety that enthralled me.
I finally stopped fighting him, stopped squirming to get away, because somehow the message eventually got through to my brain that what he was doing felt good and right.
Strong fingers kneaded the aching muscles of my inner thighs, rubbing them over and over again and drawing my knees apart. Even while that was happening, I was vaguely aware of Bradford’s cock hardening, growing, pressing against my ass cheeks with its heat. I didn’t care, though. Not anymore.
That wasn’t quite true. I cared. I wanted it. I wanted that cock deep inside me, splitting me open, thrusting into my sore, aching, burning, raw from overuse holes over and over and over again while all I did was come.
But he didn’t fuck me.
He turned me around so I was facing him, drawing my legs up over his shoulders so he had a clear view of my pussy. Bradford’s strong, long fingers spread my sex lips apart, rubbing every bit of my sex in such a way that was painfully soothing. He made sure that the scented, soothing oils in the bath water covered every blessed inch of flesh that they’d been making use of. First two fingers, then three, then his entire fist pressed up inside my channel, coating me with the stuff.
It felt so good and so painful, all at once, to have his hand deep inside my. Instinctively, I started thrusting my hips, trying to take him deeper, trying to push my engorged clit against anything at all.
“Be still, Fuck Toy.” As if the murderous tone of his voice wasn’t enough to stop me (which, in that state, it might not have been…), he grabbed a fistful of my hair with his free hand and jerked until I stilled.
I lay there, my head pulled into a dangerously close position by the water, unable to do anything but watch his impassive face as he went about his business. After spending a few minutes with his hand inside my sex, he pulled it out to repeat the process on my very sore ass.
I knew better than to object or to squirm, because a flick of his wrist would be all it would take for him to pull my head beneath the surface of the water and cut off my ability to breathe, but it wasn’t easy. My breaths came faster, tears poured down my cheeks, and I broke into a sweat as he stretched my sphincter until he’d pressed his entire fist inside.
Despite the fact that the oils soothed my raw flesh, I was so desperate for him to remove his hand from my ass that when he finally did, half the muscles in my body seized into cramps from how tense I’d been.
But then he was done.
He picked me up, tossing me over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. Thank god he did, because I sincerely doubted I could walk or crawl after all that I’d been through all day.
Davis was waiting for us in some room I hadn’t been in before with a blindfold, a bunch of rope, and something that looked suspiciously like a metal spider with leather straps on either side.
The two of them set to work together. Within minutes, I couldn’t see a thing, the spidery-looking thing had been forced between my teeth and strapped into place, forcing my mouth open wide, and I’d been tied up. Each of my calves were strapped to the corresponding thigh, so that my heels were kicking against my ass. My arms had been pulled behind my back, bent at the elbows, and tied into place. If that wasn’t enough, both of them smeared some sort of lubricant all over my cunt, my ass, and my breasts…but it wasn’t just any old lubricant. It tingled. The longer it remained in place, the more intensely it tingled.
Without any further warning, they tossed me as I was onto something soft—a bed?—and left the room, closing the door behind them.
I was alone like that for so long that I eventually fell asleep. Don’t ask me how that happened, but I did. It had to be because I’d been so thoroughly used that I couldn’t possibly stay awake a minute longer.
I’m not sure how long I was asleep, flat on my stomach with my limbs tied behind me. I probably would have slept longer, if not for the massive cock plunging down my throat and blocking my airway.
I gagged on it because I hadn’t been expecting it, but I couldn’t escape it. I couldn’t close my lips, bite down with my teeth…that spider gag prevented me from slowing it in any way.
The sleek head forced its way past my gag reflex and into my throat, and all the ridges and veins slid over my tongue as he held my head tight by the hair, one hand beside each ear, and face fucked me.
I could feel that I’d been pulled up to my k
nees, which had been spread almost as wide as they would go. We weren’t alone, whoever this man driving himself balls deep inside my mouth was and me. Other hands were touching me. Strong. Hard. Slapping my ass and twisting my nipples. Fingers slid inside my pussy and my ass.
Christ on a cracker, how many men were involved?
I’d barely recognized just how precarious my situation was before I realized that the only reason I wasn’t in a full split was because my thighs were straddling something. Someone. A man with a huge cock that was now pushing against the fingers in my pussy, fighting for entry.
He drove up into me while hands on my hips and shoulders pressed me down, forcing him deep, deeper, all the way in on a single stroke. I screamed in pleasure pain over the cock in my throat, but another enormous dick forced its way into my ass before I could somehow catch a breath.
Now I had hands pushing down on me, pulling up on my head, pulling back on my hips as three cocks impaled me at once.
The tingling from the lubricant wasn’t merely a tingling sensation anymore. It burned, stung, felt like every tiny part of my sexual anatomy had been caught in an inferno. Hot tears spilled down my cheeks, and still more hands were on me. My nipples and my clit were all pinched tightly, and the pressure only increased, never released. Then there was a tugging on them, just before I felt electricity zing through them and straight to my core.
Another painfully intense orgasm took me, kept me in its grips as I fucked, fucked, oh my god did I ever fuck like my life depended upon it. Because with the way I felt, it did.
Eventually, I realized that the cocks that had been pounding into me had stopped moving. They weren’t even there anymore. Yet I was still thrusting my hips, slamming my clit down over something repeatedly in time with…with…what?
Smack!
Hard. Sharp. Blinding pain.
A cane.
I blinked, and realized the blindfold was gone and the spider gag had been replaced by some sort of ball gag. Daylight streamed in through the window. I tried to look around me, tried to see what was happening, but I couldn’t move my head.
My legs were straight, my ankles strapped to a spreader bar below me that was chained in place on the floor. I was bent over at a ninety-degree angle, a bar holding me up by the waist. Some sort of vibrating protrusion was coming out of it, pulsing against my clit.
My arms were pulled up straight behind me, higher than could ever be comfortable. When I tugged slightly, I realized that doing so jerked back against my head, which then caused something to pull painfully against my nipples. My hair must have been attached to my wrists in some way, and all of that then forced my body to pull back against the tiny strings secured tautly to my nipples. Those strings were attached to the floor, pulling and stretching on my breasts. The combination kept me in this precise position, unable to move even an inch.
Well, except for when the cane struck. Each time it snapped against my ass or the backs of my thighs, it pushed my clit harder against the vibe. Then I would jerk forward, which pulled my hair and tightened the strings around my nipples and tugged my arms back harder…and all of it kept me in a constant state of orgasm.
A steady stream of drool kept pouring from my lips and dripping onto the hardwood floors beneath me.
I’d been aware of the cane and all of the ways my body was in intense pleasure pain for at least six strikes before I realized whoever was caning me was also speaking to me.
“I can’t tell you how hard it made me, watching them fuck you like the bitch you are.”
It was Alex. A seriously turned on Alex, judging by the deep, growly tone of his voice.
The cane struck the backs of my thighs again, lower down.
“Seeing you come like this, over and over. God, Marina.” Another swish through the air, just before the cane made contact with my left ass cheek. “So fucking hard. Constantly hard, seeing what a pain slut you are.”
The cane rattled to the floor, and I whimpered.
Alex came around in front of me, naked, his monstrously hard cock bobbing in front of my face. “Dustin let me fuck Jenna while we all watched, but it wasn’t enough. She’s not you.” His hands released the buckle holding the gag in place, and the instant he removed it, he thrust his cock deep into my throat.
I swallowed, greedy for it. Greedy for him.
He held my head still, driving into me with such force that my body flailed against my bonds. Each thrust drove me harder onto the vibe, tugged violently against my tits, jerked back against my shoulders and hair, but I didn’t care.
“But now I know. And now all the guys you work with know, too…even your boss.”
My boss? Mr. Tyson knew? Oh, god. Fresh tears filled my eyes, but Alex was so busy fucking my throat he didn’t notice or didn’t care.
“He watched with me, you know. Dustin filled him in last week, and he was curious to see how this might affect your working relationships.”
He pushed as far down my throat as he could, his balls pressed hard up against my chin, and held himself like that while he shot his load. I was running out of air and gagging, but he didn’t pull out until I’d taken every bit of his cum.
When he backed away, his cock came free from my mouth with a popping sound, and a stream of drool and semen poured down to the floor. I gasped for air, still coming because of the vibe against my clit, while he put the gag back into place.
I moaned, wishing I could tell him what an ass he was for putting me through all of this, and including my coworkers, and especially for including my boss. All Alex did, though, was pat me on the cheek like I’d been a good bitch, and then leave the room.
While I was tied up and alone, with a never ending orgasm from the stupid vibe he’d left between my legs, I finally really took a look around me and realized I was at home.
Holy crap, I had to have been really out of it for them to have brought me home without me having a clue. But it was my guest bedroom where Alex had me chained up, only he’d taken out the bed and dresser and usual bedroom furniture and replaced it with all sorts of crazy bondage stuff like Bradford and Davis had been using on me all weekend.
Did that asshole think we were going to do this kind of shit all the time now, just because he’d sent me for a weekend of the most intense sexual experiences I had never even dreamed of? He had another think coming if he thought he could get away with that.
Sun was streaming in through the window, but since I had no recollection of returning home, I knew there really wasn’t any telling what day it was. Saturday? Sunday? Had I missed work?
If I had missed work, I had no doubt Mr. Tyson’s response wouldn’t be good, especially since he’d apparently seen what all they’d been doing to me.
The craziest thing was I didn’t feel hungry. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d been through that whole mealtime ritual where I ate gruel like a dog, it had been so long ago. But I wasn’t experiencing any sort of hunger pains. No growling. I was just…okay. Well, as okay as I could be, given the circumstances.
I was alone like that for a long time. I couldn’t tell how long, because even if Alex had left the clock on the wall, I couldn’t contort my body in a way where I could see it. The longer I was there, the harder it got to stay still. But every tiny movement hurt like crazy. Even just shifting my weight from one leg to the other created all sorts of unexpected changes in where the pain was coming in.
By the time Alex came back, I was twisting and straining despite the pain it caused, because it hurt worse to stay still.
He laughed while he set to work untying and unhooking me from everything. The last things he released other than my wrists and ankles were those tiny strings tied tightly around my nipples. When the pressure was released on the first one, the right, I screamed into my gag and fresh tears poured down my cheeks.
Alex sucked my aching breast into his mouth, suckling against it, which only hurt more. I was sobbing by the time he closed his teeth over the areola and bit down hard enou
gh I saw stars. He kept rolling it between his teeth, alternating between little nibbles and harder bites.
When he pulled back, he sat back on his heels and licked the stream of tears on one of my cheeks. “Dustin and Jenna are on their way over. The three of us are going to fuck you harder than you know how to handle, and then I’ll let Dustin explain how things are going to change for you at work.”
I couldn’t think about any more fucking. That was all I’d done for so long, I didn’t think I could handle any more. I shook my head, trying to tell him I didn’t want it, but he was already untying my other nipple.
He repeated the same process on this one. I was a shuddering, quivering, sobbing mass of electrified nerve endings by the time he left my tits alone and released my arms and legs.
All I wanted to do was curl up in a ball somewhere and sleep, but he picked me up, tossed me over his shoulder, and carried me to the bathroom. After he allowed me to pee and brush my teeth, he drew a hot bath and put me in it. It felt so soothing on my used and abused body that I groaned and sunk down in the water.
“I’ll be back for you in just a bit,” he said, winking at me. Then he pulled the door closed behind him and left.
I hadn’t been left untied and by myself in so long, I almost didn’t know how to react. But I took a loofa and some soap, and I went to work. Who knew how long it would be before I had that kind of freedom again?
Even after I’d finished cleaning myself, though, Alex still hadn’t returned, so I just sunk down into the water and tried to rest. And I fell asleep.
Someone was lifting me up out of very cold water when I came to, and it wasn’t Alex. I screamed from the shock of it before I remembered what he’d said. Dustin and Jenna were coming over to fuck me. Oh, hell.
“Put me down, asshole.”
Dustin tossed me over his shoulder and gave me a sharp smack on the ass. “That’s the bitch I remember. Screaming like a shrew and calling people names.”
