Fever Dream

by Annabel Joseph

  She sighed as he withdrew. A moment later his hand tightened at her waist, and he pressed two fingers in there, all the way inside. Ruby had fucked her ass less than an hour ago but already, again, it hurt to be breached there. Not sharp, injuring hurt, but hurt that turned her on and opened her up. Her sphincter tensed around his fingers and she ached for more, for pain and torment to go with the invasion of her body. He withdrew and she could sense Liam move closer, taking his place.

  It was Liam who gave her the first taste of impact, a warm-up spanking with a rubber paddle. In between sharp, light smacks, he groped her pussy, and then squeezed her ass cheeks with a firm, unforgiving grip. She tried not to cry out. It wasn’t time for that yet, but she struggled, making the cuff chains rattle. The grating metal sound made everything seem worse, made her feel she was in a terrifying predicament, although, rationally, she knew she could safeword anytime. It was more fun to feel scared and traumatized.

  Rubio returned, and they started using floggers, still light, still warming up. They laid strokes up and down her back, then down to her buttocks and the backs of her thighs. Both of them worked in tandem, covering her body in heated tingles, taking breaks when the other one wanted to play. Floggers were thuddy and they sounded scary, but they didn’t hurt as much as the thinner implements did. It occurred to Petra that a long warm up like this meant they were planning to play hard with her. Well, that was the whole point, she reminded herself. For Liam to unleash his pent-up sadistic urges.

  The floggers finally ceased. Petra stretched her arms and legs as well as she could in her restrained-and-spread position. There was more discussion, this time in soft tones she couldn’t hear. Their voices rose after a moment. “I’ll hold her for you, you hold her for me. Why not?”

  “Because she can be a baby, that’s why not. Is better if she’s restrained.”

  “Maybe it’s time to make her grow up a little.”

  A pause.

  Then, from Liam: “If we have to, we chase her. Right?”

  Petra squeezed her eyes shut tighter. Holy hell. What were they planning? Rubio came to her and started working on the wrist cuffs. “You can open your eyes, girl. We’re letting you go for a moment.” His lips quirked up in a half-smile. “But not really letting you go. Okay?”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “Oh, Jesus, that sounds hot. Quick, suck me.” He urged her downward and she had to bend from the waist because Liam was still undoing the spreader bar. When her ankles were free she sank to her knees and sucked Ruby avidly, aroused by the flogging and spanking. “That’s good,” he said with a sigh. “Stick your ass out for me, pretty girl. Arch your back, that’s right.”

  She rearranged herself, straining to maintain the position he wanted. Then, crack! A sizzling stroke lit up her ass cheeks. She looked behind her to see Liam wielding a long, narrow leather strap.

  “No, forward,” said Ruby, hooking a finger in her silver collar. “Ass out.”

  She did as she was told—reluctantly—but she couldn’t help crying out as the strap connected again, and again. Ruby held her collar so she couldn’t turn, couldn’t do anything but service him as ordered. She sucked harder, faster, as if that might mitigate the pain coming from behind. After a while, Liam started alternating the blows between her ass and the sensitive skin at the top of her thighs. The strokes came harder, faster, with excruciating accuracy, until she pulled away from Ruby and collapsed with a cry.

  She waited for a reprimand, but she was only nudged back into position. “Your turn,” Ruby said to his friend.

  Liam rolled on a red, cherry-flavored condom. Petra knelt before him in dread, not dread because it was Liam, but dread because Ruby had taken the strap and the position behind her. She looked up at Liam, finding no sympathy, only a steady gaze. “Maybe a little something to get her started,” he said to Ruby over her head.

  With a gasp, she opened her mouth, taking him deep at the same time the strap burned across her ass. His cock was big, like Ruby’s, a challenge to deep throat. She gagged and cried, tears running down her face as the strap kept falling. Just suck him, Petra. There was a cosmic comfort, a release in just focusing on what she was supposed to do. She was giving the sloppiest, messiest blowjob ever, punctuated with pleas and whining, but Liam made her continue, and, from the look on his face, was enjoying it quite a bit.

  Finally, he pulled away. “I don’t want to come yet. She’s not done yet.”

  Not done yet? Petra shuddered, wondering what “done” meant.

  Ruby gestured to some nearby equipment. “Let’s bend her over the horse.”

  “Good idea,” said Liam. “We’ll crop her like a recalcitrant filly.”

  “Like a—what?”

  “Nothing. Who’s going first?”

  Rubio went first. Petra knew how much he loved riding crops, and how good he was at flicking her all over the place until she was begging to escape. He started hard, with a volley of punishing strokes. When she couldn’t stay bent over, when she started kicking, Liam went around to the front of her and captured her hands, and stretched her arms in front of her so she couldn’t twist away. Ruby continued the cropping, placing red-hot bites all over her ass and legs. She wanted this, she loved it, but it hurt so much… “Please,” she begged, staring up at Liam and trying to pull away from him. “Please!”

  “Please, harder?” asked Liam, tightening his grip. “Hey, man, she wants it harder.”

  Ruby grinned. “Maybe you should take over then.”

  “Okay, you hold her. She’s getting kind of feisty. Maybe some clamps? I’ll get the whip. And the cane.”

  “The cane?” Petra cried.

  “She’s never been caned,” said Ruby as Petra straightened and regarded both men in fear. Clamps? Whip? Cane? How long was this session going to last? She was already aching hot, with a scarlet ass and thighs, and they were ramping up to ouchier things. Rubio nudged her back down over the horse, taking the clamps when Liam brought them.

  “Please, no,” she begged as he knelt in front of her. “Please, no more clamps.”

  “She doesn’t want the clamps,” Ruby said to Liam.

  “That’s funny,” his friend replied. “It’s kind of like she thinks she has a choice.”

  “Yeah. Could you give me a hand?”

  Liam lifted her and held her back against his chest. His cock pressed against her ass cheeks as he gripped her arms hard at the small of her back. She took quick, frantic breaths as Ruby approached with the first clover clip. Oh, God, mother of God. That fucking hurts. Liam’s grip tightened as she struggled; she wasn’t going anywhere. He licked the side of her ear, his long hair brushing over her shoulders. “It’s not so bad,” he whispered. “You need this.”

  Tears gathered in her eyes, because it was true. She hadn’t always needed this but now, now that she’d experienced how much pleasure she got from enduring pain, she did need it. She gritted her teeth as the other clamp closed on her sensitive nipple. Ruby gave the chain a playful tug.

  “Lean her down.”

  She groaned as Liam pressed her forward. This chain was heavier than normal, weighted. As she bent over the horse, gravity did sadism’s work, tightening the grip.

  So, so, so, so much pain, and it was only the beginning. She cried out as the first whip stroke fell, and struggled to get away. Rubio came closer and secured her with his arm around her waist. “Don’t fight it so hard,” he said. “Be a good girl.”

  “But…but…”

  Another stroke fell, a line of fire right at the apex of her thighs. Then another. Tears flowed down her face, her voice one long wail. “I can’t,” she cried. “I can’t take it.”

  “Use your safeword then,” Ruby said calmly.

  She bit her lip, sobbing through another stroke. The chain swung from her breasts, a constant ache in her nipples that exacerbated the pain of the whip. Before, she’d been excited-scared. Now she was holy-shit-scared. How much would they give her? She was already nearing
the limits of what she could take.

  “Cane now,” said Ruby.

  “No! Please,” she begged.

  “Just try it,” he said, tightening his grip on her. “You might like it. He’ll start slow.”

  “You should do it,” said Liam, “if it’s her first time.”

  “No, you. Me and Pet will have plenty of time for canes later. Won’t we, baby?”

  Oh Jesus. Petra hadn’t forgotten about the Plexiglas cane under his bed. She went limp over the sawhorse, her way of psyching herself up for more pain. I can do this. I can survive this. It’s not my body, it’s theirs. I’m their toy, their instrument to play with. I have to let go of everything, including my will…

  She felt the teasing caress of a slender cane, then Liam’s fingers probing her pussy, filling her until she squeaked. “She’s still wet,” he announced. “Wetter than ever.”

  She whimpered. Whimpers, squeaks, wails. It was as if she was losing her power of speech along with her will. “I’m scared,” she managed to say.

  “You’re a good girl,” Liam replied. “And so beautiful, submitting this way.”

  Her reward for her submissive “beauty?” A sizzling cane stroke across her already aching cheeks. Ruby was right; Liam hadn’t lit into her full strength. It hurt, but not unbearably.

  Still, it hurt.

  As she suspected, the next one was harder. The one after, a bit harder yet, so she was yowling and struggling against Rubio’s grasp. Her lover stroked her back. “You’re being so brave, good girl. You’re almost there.”

  Almost where? Almost “done,” as they’d said? She hoped so, because she couldn’t take much more. Ruby shifted and she felt the clamps released, with the accompanying bursts of pain. Liam thwacked her again, a dull, quiet sound, but a resulting line of agony. Again. And again. It was too much. She couldn’t take any more.

  “Let her go,” said Liam, just as the safeword rose to her lips.

  Ruby stepped away and Petra did the first thing she could think of, which was to scramble over the top of the horse and run away from them, away from more sadistic ideas, and more implements, and more pain. Ruby caught her first, then Liam was on the other side of her, both of them holding her close. She sobbed as their palms pressed and caressed her. Gentle fingernails traced welts from ass cheek to ass cheek.

  “No broken skin,” Liam said. “She came through all right.”

  “Okay, good girl,” Ruby said, soothing her.

  “You’re so strong and brave,” said Liam in her other ear. “That was hard, wasn’t it?”

  “Yes, Sir.” She broke down in a fresh torrent of tears.

  “Poor baby.” Ruby wiped her cheeks. “Is okay to cry.”

  They pressed closer, two strong, muscular bodies, their cocks hot and hard against her skin. Her blood raced with fear and longing, her nerves alive with shameful lust. She wanted them, needed them to fuck her senseless as the grand finale, but she couldn’t ask, not from the depths of subspace. “Is it…is it over?” she asked instead, a quiver in her voice.

  “Do you want it to be over?”

  She looked at Liam, then at Rubio, wondering how they couldn’t hear the frenzied pleading in her brain. One of them squeezed her hot, sore ass. Again, she didn’t know who. She didn’t care. She thought she’d die without them holding her.

  “Do you want to go?” Ruby asked. “If you want to go now, you can.”

  “Go where?”

  “Wherever. Somewhere safe from us.”

  She didn’t want to be safe. That was the last thing in the world she wanted. “If I go, will you…” Her breath stuttered in her throat as Ruby’s fingertips traced the underside of her breasts. “Will you chase me and drag me back?”

  Liam laughed, the deep sound bouncing off the soundproof walls. “Ruby, you’ve gotta marry this one. I’m serious.”

  Ruby shoved him. “Quiet. Shut up.” He looked back at her. “Do you want us to chase you? Not let you get away?”

  She nodded shakily, then shook her head. “I guess. I don’t know. I don’t know what I want.”

  “I think we know what you want,” said Liam, his grip tightening around her waist. Her heart raced, her whole body trembling with adrenaline. Rubio took her hands, trapping them in his, and she started to struggle. Not because she wanted to get away, but because she wanted them to make her do this, because they were big and strong and there were two of them and only one of her. Liam chuckled under his breath. I’m glad you’re having fun, she thought wildly. Now do it. Throw me down and…

  Rape me. She couldn’t think the words, because she knew rape was wrong, but that was what she wanted. She wanted no control, no measure of consent. Take me. Just take me. The harder she fought, the harder they worked together to subdue her. When they got her on the cold, varnished floor, Ruby pinned her with his body. He kissed her roughly, pulling her hair until she arched her back in agony. “No,” she said. “No, stop!”

  He ignored her, as she’d hoped he would. He manhandled her onto her stomach and pressed her shoulders to the ground. “Get your ass up,” he ordered. She heard a rustle and the slick sound of a condom going on. Her sore ass cheeks were pulled apart. “Here,” Ruby said. “Use a lot.”

  She tried to crawl forward, away from them, but they grabbed her ankles and yanked her back. Cool lube drizzled into the cleft of her ass. Fingers pushed it into her asshole, pistoning in and out.

  “Stop! Please,” she begged, squirming away with renewed energy. The fingers stopped fucking her.

  Rubio murmured, “She means yes. Only stop for Romeo.”

  “Romeo? That’s your safeword?” Liam laughed.

  “Yes,” Ruby snapped. “It works for us, okay?”

  Petra tried again to crawl away while they were sniping back and forth, but two sets of hands gripped her before she got very far. “Slippery little slut,” Rubio said, slapping her ass. “She almost got away,” he said to Liam.

  He palmed his lubed-up erection. “She’s not going anywhere once I get this inside her.”

  Liam took her shoulders and wrenched her legs open with his knees, and thrust deep into her pussy. She tried to fight but there was so much of him—not just his massive cock, but his massive bulk and the massive hands holding her down. He fucked her with hard, steady strokes, moving in a rhythm that hit all her favorite spots, while Ruby watched, an appreciative voyeur.

  “Her pussy feels good, huh?”

  “Oh, God.” Liam’s breathless exhalation was apparently all he had to say on the matter.

  Ruby pumped his shaft a few times, palming his balls and sidling closer. Liam pulled her up, so she tottered on her knees with only his cock centering her balance.

  “Open your mouth for Ruby, Petra.”

  It was an order, rough and curt. Liam had never spoken to her with anything less than perfect courtesy before now, which made this all the more exciting. Ruby took the back of her head and guided his cock into her mouth.

  She sucked him, choking, gagging, gripping his thighs for balance as Liam continued to pound her from behind. She wasn’t trying to get away anymore, only trying to survive the onslaught. You wanted this, Petra. You wanted to be taken hard and rough.

  And this was the kind of stuff Liam couldn’t do with Ashleigh at the moment, so she was glad she could give it to him. In a way she was offering it up for her friend. Here you go, Ash. It’s okay, I’ll probably recuperate in a day or two. Your husband’s a fucking sex maniac, by the way.

  Ruby drew her from her thoughts with a tug on her collar. Liam pulled out of her pussy, leaving her juices dripping down her slutty leg. It couldn’t be over, could it? No, not yet. Ruby was rolling on a condom, pulling carefully on the tip. “Safe, yeah?” he said to her with a fleeting smile. He dropped to the floor and held his cock upright, signaling Petra to climb on top.

  She crouched over Rubio with a little centering nudge from Liam, then sank down, until he was buried to the hilt in her pussy. She groaned, tensing
her muscles, milking the long, strong length of him. Being fucked by Liam was nice, but Rubio owned her in this. Bought, captured, enslaved. She was his cock slave, pure and simple. Ruby held her thighs and prevented her from moving in any direction except the direction he liked.

  They never did it this way, with her on top. Because he was her top, she supposed. Tops belonged on top, or at least they usually did. Not that she felt very dominant at the moment. Before she had much time to think about it, she felt Liam move behind her. He took her hands and trapped them up by her shoulder blades, forcing her breasts out.

  When she turned her head, distracted, Ruby took her nipples in a jaw-clenching pinch. “Ow, ow, ow, ow,” she whined, reeling back, but Liam had her arms in some kind of ju-jitsu ninja lock and she couldn’t go very far.

  “Uh-oh,” Liam said. “She doesn’t like that.”

  Ruby squeezed tighter. “Come here, baby. Lean down.”

  He tugged her by her nipples until she collapsed on him, cringing from the pain. Her pussy clamped around his cock, so hard she might have orgasmed if there wasn’t so much else going on. Her knees slipped on the smooth floor, her pussy riding Ruby’s thrusts. Then he went still and let go of her nipples, and moved his hands to her hips. “Okay,” he said. “Put it in her.”

  Put what in her? She felt the head of Liam’s cock against her asshole and she thought, oh no. Oh wow. That’s not going to fit. She struggled in earnest then, shaking her head, pulling at her wrists where Liam held them, but he held tight. Ruby’s hands tightened on her waist.

  “Let him do it. You’ll like it, both your holes filled.”

  “It won’t fit,” she said.

  “Won’t it?” Liam eased the head in, shifting, playing with the angle. “We’ve managed it before. Although, not with someone as small as you.”

  Not comforting, Liam Wilder!

  All the lube they’d smeared on her crack came in handy as Liam wedged his erection into her little hole. It was so tight, so bizarrely cramped and unnatural. Liam had to work his way forward, prying her open inch by terrifying inch.

  “Petra, look at me,” Ruby said as she panted through the penetration.