by Dark Angel
"Come for us, Sarah," Damien says.
Oh, God, finally. I don't have to be told again. That aching heartbeat fluttering at my pussy takes over and I'm thrashing against them with the quakes of an orgasm.
“That’s right, baby girl. Now you’re ready to take our cocks,” Trevor purrs at me, dark lust in his voice.
Cocks? Fuck, I’m so wet, and I’m still trembling from that orgasm they just tore from my body and now…they are really going to take my virginity. I want to give it to them. I thought I would be more frightened in this moment, but I’m just filled with need.
And soon? I’ll be filled with their cocks. Trevor’s hand scoops a heaping load of my sticky cum off my pussy, making me whimper because I’m still so sensitive. He rubs it on the purple head of his cock and then down the length. It amazes me, looking at him fist that huge cock.
“Hand her over,” Trevor says to Damien. Trevor lies back on the bed, holding his cock up for me. For my ass.
My legs shake and I’m trembling, ready for him. How can I be so ready for him? I don’t know, but I have to be. I want to be.
Damien lifts me up and slides my pussy down on his cock. I’m wet and tight and he’s a snug fit. So snug I don’t know how in the hell Trevor’s equally huge cock is going to fit in my ass at all, much less as deep as he lubed up for.
But I’m such a little slut right now; I can’t wait to find out how I’ll fit Damien in my pussy and Trevor in my ass.
Trevor’s hands are on my ass and he’s lowering me down onto him.
My ass is so tight to his knock on my backdoor and I try not be resistant. I breathe out and try to focus on how good Damien’s cock feels in my pussy. He’s stretching me. I can feel my inner walls working to accommodate the massive girth of his cock in me.
“Push out against me, and keep breathing. You can take me, Sarah,” Trevor says in a sweet voice but that sweet voice is dripping with sin.
I do as he says, breathing and pushing out against him. His cock slides past the first tight ring of my ass and it burns. It burns so good. I’m desperate to take more of him. I have never felt anything like this is my life. My voice stops in my throat when I try to vocalize the feeling of Trevor’s massive cock sliding past a second ring and deep into my ass until I feel the base of his stomach and how tight and snug the fit is.
Damien’s cock is claiming my pussy. Trevor’s cock is owning my ass. Together, they have me so full I feel like my whole body is jam packed with cock.
They both start pumping, Damien standing in front of the bed and fucking me, Trevor holding me down and lifting me up and down to impale his cock in my ass. They aren’t going very fast for a few moments, and my body stretches and melds to them.
I whimper with need, the sensations building within me so intense I think I might pass out if they speed up.
They do speed up pumping into me. I groan with need and I squeeze down on their cocks in me, do my best to move in time with them and roll my hips. Trevor and Damien are holding me and making sure that I take every last inch of their cocks.
“Don’t go easy on me. If we’re doing this, give it all to me,” I moan out the words, panting heavily. This is the most incredible thing in the world. I knew I wanted Damien to have my virginity. I knew I wanted to fuck Trevor, too. But this? Holy fuck this is this hottest thing to ever happen to me.
“If you say so,” Damien says. Trevor’s hand trail up my breast and he twists my nipples, making me scream out.
And they both fuck me so hard and so fast that I take a second to register the heat they fill me up with. Jetting spurts of cum deep within me heat my body up and send me over the edge. Trevor brings a hand to my clit and works a zig-zagging motion around the clit, then on it, and that’s it for me. I scream out, “I’m coming,” and I mean it. I strangle those cocks, milking every last drop of their cum out, and I forget to breathe. I almost black out the sensation is so intense.
When we all start to breathe semi-normally, they each pull out me, at the same time. They do it slowly, but I can’t help but yell. Despite not being full of cock, the cum in my pussy and ass leaves me with an erotic weight inside of me that wasn’t before. Big toys shoot big loads. My sticky thighs prove I wasn’t doing so bad myself.
"Time to clean you up, princess," Trevor says with a purr in his voice that makes my body flash like a traffic light with lust. I'm off, I'm on, I'm unable to resist that sound and have to respond, a moan escaping my lips.
Damien's arms wrap around my trembling body. I'm overwhelmed not just with need but with the exhaustion from the ecstasy they've washed over me. "I've got you," he says, his lips grazing my ear as I wrap my arms around his neck.
I shiver. "Thank you," I say, pressing my lips together and kissing his cheek. I let myself fall against him and he has my full weight in his arms.
Trevor runs his fingers through my hair, brushing it away from my face. He looks at me with something more than lust, and it makes me burn. What's happening? Things with Damien were confusing enough.
Things with Damien, Trevor, and I, are so complicated I may never want to think again. I want to exist in a world where they never stop touching me.
They carry me to the bathroom and the enormous shower in this bathroom makes me gasp.
More than enough room for the three of us, I think instantly.
Damien bounces me up on his leg and then I'm wrapping my legs around him. I'm panting a little, the feel of his hard body against my own body.
Trevor turns on the water, several shower heads all pointing toward the center.
Damien takes me to that central point in the shower and he presses me against the cold tiles of the shower wall. I gasp at the feel of them against my back. The warm water beads on my skin and the push-pull of the chill and warmth makes me sigh.
Trevor takes one of my hands and Damien the other, and they press them up over my head. I suck in my lower lip. My head falls back against the tile.
Both of them start to kiss my breasts, squeezing my hands in their own. Their cocks are brushing against my thighs and I'm getting spurts of hot water on the chills of where they're touching me.
I moan and they keep kissing me, traveling down my body. They aren't specifically getting me off. We all need a hot shower. But I'm hovering in some oasis of pleasure that doesn't have to be attached to an orgasm. I'm satisfied on a deep level and every touch seems to take me higher but pleasantly plateaus at sated yet not orgasmic. I'm comfortable. Aroused. And the way that they are touching me? Worshiped. That's how this feels. I look down at their dark hair, their strong, naked bodies, at my feet.
I don't feel like the girl given away by her father. I don't feel like a girl about to be sold. I don't even feel like the girl who was just fucked by these incredible men for some kind of punishment or whatever this is.
That's not what we three are to each other. I see this now. Something more is between us. I'm not being treated like property...not in the way I thought I was. I feel like something treasured, valued by Trevor and Damien. I don't feel like they are actually ever debasing me. I like the wicked games we play. I like the way they give and take from my body.
More than anything, I feel like my own person. I'm not plain or boring with them. I'm Sarah, I'm a pet; I'm three holes they use. But I'm more or less all at once. More than anything, I'm enough. Enough for Trevor and Damien.
But I'm enough for me. I like the way I feel. I don't wish I'd never dug through those papers. I don't regret my doubts and fears. They are part of the journey that led me to where I am now. I'm satisfied. They release my hands and dip lower, and each of them nibbles at the inside of my thighs. My heart pitter-patters in sharp flourishes in my chest at the sensation. I feel like so much more than just someone they both like to fuck. Someone they both have a taste for. I know I never want to fuck anyone else. They are the only thirst I have, and they are the only ones who can quench my desire. I don't know how to make this known. How to say words, and what words
would prevent whatever trajectory we may be on that prevents this from being the rest of our lives.
I think that my body can show them more than my words can. I don't know this world. I'm new to all of this. But my body knows what I want, and what I need. And my body responds to their wants and needs. I resolve to be the perfect pet, for both of them. A nice toy that they can play with however they see fit.
The idea of them using me so thoroughly creates a tide of lust in my body all over again and I'm starting to get wet again...from more than the shower.
Sarah
Damien and TD — Trevor — do those things with me and I black out from ecstasy. When I wake up the next morning, Damien is all business. We eat and he tells me to bathe and meet him in the living room. I feel the change in the air. I’m not playing. Neither am I not the plaything. I’m being tested.
“What you’ll be doing is called a showing. For this performance, I demand obedience. I will be showing you off to prospective buyers, and trust me when I say that if you are not obedient, you're going to attract someone with much more horrific tastes than you'll want. You don't want a man who wants you to fight back." Damien's words are calm and measured, and until he looks at me, I search his eyes and see the conflict in them.
"I...what do you want me to do?" I don't want to be naked in front of a bunch of strange people. "Will they touch me?" I thought after what happened that those tickets I found…they couldn’t mean…
"I won't let them," Damien says, too quickly. "It isn't so unusual for a virgin pet to not be touched, as that keeps her cleaner for her buyer."
"What about what you've done with me? How can I still be sold as a virgin —“
"I was training you!" Damien's voice bellows out in anger and I'm chilled to the core. It's frightening, but God help me it arouses my curiosity. There are layers to this man that I'd love to uncover. How I can think about this instead of how terrified I am by the prospect of what he is telling me, I do not know.I don't want him to sell me. But I don’t want to escape. I want him to have me. Why does he get to train me, touch me, and then he's selling me to someone else? I realize now that I'm going to be good for him, because I don't want to find out what being bad means, but more than anything because I want to please him.
"I don't want you to disappoint your owner. Despite a no-refunds policy, you'd be surprised what top dollar customers act like if they aren't satisfied." Damien starts to remove my panties, and I can't breathe. I try to focus on his words, but they're frightening. "The kind of surprise neither of us wants to deal with." He's right.
"I'm going to be good," I say, daring to meet his gaze. I know I'm expected to look down otherwise, but I want to share this moment with him.
His breath stops for a moment, I see him swallow. I drop my eyes to the floor, then, not wanting to start disappointing him now. That word hangs thick in the air. I know I shouldn't be thinking about this. It's as if I'm seeing the world through fogged privacy glass. While I should protest and not want to comply, I'm eager to please Damien, no matter the cost. It is dangerous, but I have to admit that not only is it true that I'm attracted to him, it's the only thing that enables me to survive. Not just tonight, but every moment. If Damien truly disgusts me, my mind would be in tatters. I'm hazy but I'm not lost.
The thing about my attraction to Damien...isn't he attracted to me, too? Why does he want to sell me? I mean, my parents gave me to him, and he's going to sell me? Part of me is amazed that I can be sold, or given away...but that's behind the foggy glass thoughts. At the surface of my mind, I'm just wishing that Damien wanted to keep me. How could he do the things with me that he and Trevor did and then sell me as a virgin of all things?
"I'm going to put on a show for the buyers. A sales presentation." Damien places me on top of a table, and directs me onto all fours. "You are to follow my commands." He grabs my chin and makes me look at him. His rough touch isn't hard enough to be bruising, but the message he is trying to get across is clear. "There isn't going to be a second chance, so you are not to fuck this up."
"Yes Sir," I say without hesitation. My bottom lip is trembling. I hope he doesn't notice. I'm terrified of my every move now. Damien arranges me until I'm fully nude, on all fours, on a table.
And the door starts to open. I hear it, though I can't quite see more than its base.
Damien walks in that direction and I'm frozen. I'm not to move. But that's it? He tells me this and then people show up, right away? My heart is pulverizing my chest, pumping blood in chugs. I can't breath.
"Twenty?" I make out Damien says to the person he's talking to. "That's quite all right. Very good turnout."
Oh, so he's talking to staff. I'm mildly relieved; in this moment, we are mostly alone. Of course, that means some member of his staff has seen me nude on a table like some kind of toy, but that's the least of my concerns. I'm grateful that Damien said no one was allowed to touch me. I secretly hope Damien will touch me. In front of everyone? I guess I'm interested in that. More than anything, I hope that he touches me and everyone sees that I'm for him. It's a childish thought. I just don't want to be sold.
Damien walks back to me.
"I'm going to punish you...and reward you." He's stroking my hair for a moment, and then drops his hand. "Just focus on me and not on them, and you'll be perfect." Damien is trying to reassure me, but I hear one word louder than anything else.
Punish. I'm a little excited about the idea of him rewarding me in front of people. It reviles me that these people who are interested in buying me will even consider that I might react to them the same way, but whatever. But if he hurts me in front of them, I don't know why it is so much worse, but I can't stand the idea. I don't want those people to see me cry. If I cry for Damien, when Damien punishes me, it feels private and personal. It still tears me up inside but at least I'm not sharing it with total strangers. But to be doing that in front of complete strangers who are judging my every move? It disgusts me. My stomach is churning and I want to scream. I'm sweating now, I feel clammy and weak. My knees wobble but I try to stay strong. I inhale and he runs his hand down my spine.
"You can be the perfect little pet for me. You can show them how sweet you'll taste if they buy you. You'll drive them wild," Damien says to me, but his voice is far away.
Yes, he sounds like he's reconsidering his current course of actions. Like maybe he doesn't want to do this presentation. That's what I'm hoping for. Don't sell me. Don't get rid of me.
But if I do well for Damien, at least he'll see me and want me. That's the best I can hope for.
I start to spiral in my mind, thinking about what I'll do if Damien sells me to someone else and I have to be without him. Losing my parents hurts, losing Damien means losing the last safe feeling I have.
I don't want to feel safe with Damien but I do. It's the only kind of safety I could have when I'm to be sold like cattle. Well...like a girl who is a virgin and some stranger wants to fuck. Bile rises in my throat and I need to hold it at bay.
"They'll be here in a few minutes, Sarah," Damien says, dropping his fingers down to my stomach, trailing down to my pussy and dipping his fingers in my slippery folds. Despite my horror and revulsion at the events to happen, I am aroused to be nude in front of Damien. For him to touch me.
I will my stomach to settle. I'm trembling. Damien isn't touching me. He's near me. I can't look at him. I don't know if he's distracted or if his eyes are on me. I see his hand reach into his pocket and he pulls out two objects.
One of his hands grabs my nipples, and he clamps my nipple into the things he pulled from his pocket! I wince and bite my lip, trying to yelp out because there are two. He does the other and I exhale as he places the next one on. The weight is surprisingly...pleasant almost seems too strong a word. The tugging sensation is making my breathing catch, but not in fear. These prove to be a useful distraction. Suddenly I am hyper-focused on how they make my breasts feel. I'm staying still now, but when I move even the slightest,
if my breasts sway, they tug. That's when I see Damien open a drawer to the table I didn't know existed. There's a leather paddle inside and I know now what's happening. He's going to punish me with that in front of them. And every hit will only weigh down the weighted chains on my nipples further.
Damien pulls a blindfold out and binds it over my eyes. I can’t see anything now. I should be more terrified than ever, especially since I can’t stop thinking about that leather.
Somehow, though, I'm instead aroused.
“Gentlemen,” Damien begins, and I feel him open, and then close the drawer.
The paddle.
“I will be bringing this gorgeous specimen to the Virgin Market. She’s trained to be very obedient, and I will now demonstrate just that.”
I keep myself from reacting. I'm going to be good. I want to please Damien. I want to keep from attracting the kind of buyer that might be excited by my pain and disobedience. I hate to think about it like this, though. I want Damien to keep me.
But I can’t think about any of that right now.
“You will not come while I spank you,” Damien instructs.
“Yes Sir,” I say immediately, hoping it is the right thing to do.
Come while he spanks me? That sounds like an odd order. This is going to hurt.
But when Damien hurts me, I crave more. God. I really have to just breathe through, power through this moment. If I distract myself and follow down the rabbit hole of thoughts I’ll just —
THWACK!
I yelp out before I swallow the sound.
Right on my pussy. My pussy is wet, trembling, and held in place for Damien’s punishment. My nipples are aching with the paired agony of the leather paddle hitting my pussy.
Damien lands a hit, another, and then another. I don’t catch my breath the whole time and I fight back tears that want to fall from my eyes. My hands want to pull off these heavy nipple clamps. I want to squirm to get away.
But I don’t. I’m being obedient. I want to be good for Damien.
