by Lacey Kane
Not only did all of my extremities ache from being held in such an unnatural position, but my pussy was still a gaping, throbbing, needy ball of pain, and my tits were on fire.
I moaned into my gag.
“Back with us, are you?” Hair and pussy dude. He came up behind me and scrubbed his bare hands over my front, up and down, up and down a few times, spending extra time on my breasts and pussy. Each time his hands came back up, he brought some of my pussy juices with him, spreading them all over me. “I’m Jones. You can call me sir, if we allow you to talk before the weekend’s through. Bradford will be back in just a minute. You can call him Master. He’s just getting the cameras ready to roll in the van, so your man won’t miss a minute of the action.”
By then, he’d started torturing my already-so-distended-they-were-in-another-galaxy nipples. Of course, as I was coming to learn, that sent a new rush of my juices straight down to my pussy. Good lord, what was it with that?
Jones let me go, and I moaned despite myself. He chuckled. “Oh, yes, you’re going to be a fun one to break.”
“All set,” Bradford said from back where Dustin’s voice had come from earlier, though his footsteps sounded on the marble floor, hurriedly coming closer to them. “Let’s roll.”
As one, they lifted me as I was strapped to the chair and carried me out of the room through a back door. It opened onto the street in front of the mansion, which was lit up like a Christmas tree. The street light shone down on me like a spotlight, which wouldn’t have been so bad if the place was deserted. It almost was.
My eyes flew wide as they carried me in my iron chariot down the series of steps to their waiting van I’d seen when we arrived, cleverly marked Bradford’s Bond Services. My shock was because there was a man standing in the middle of the sidewalk, watching us every step of the way.
“You’re Bradford?” he asked when we were right before him.
“Yep.”
“And this is an example of one of your services?” the man asked, his eyes moving hungrily over my body, particularly over my breasts and wide open cunt.
“It is. She’s our newest initiate. You can call her Fuck Toy. That’s all we’ll be calling her for the next several days, at least.”
My eyes shot up to him, but he didn’t even look at me. All his attention was on this strange man in the street. Bradford and Jones set my chair down on the sidewalk, just inches from the stranger.
His cock was straining against his pants, right in front of my face.
“Can I touch her?” the stranger asked. He didn’t wait for an answer though. He just reached out and grabbed onto one of my breasts and kneaded, hard and demanding.
Despite myself, I moaned into my gag.
The stranger’s cock twitched in response.
“Why don’t you get a better sample of what we do than that?” Bradford asked.
Before I knew what was happening, he’d loosened the ball gag from behind my head. It fell out, and a massive stream of drool followed. I worked my jaw for a second, groaning at the pain of having it free for the first time in lord only knew how long. And then, before I could gain my bearings, a hand was fisted tight in my hair and my chair tipped forward on the front two legs, and the stranger’s cock was being shoved into my mouth.
He smelled clean and musky, at least. It could have been much worse.
And then it was much worse. The hand on my head shoved me forward farther and I felt like my whole chair was going to fall, landing me helpless against the concrete. At the same time, the cock went up to my gag reflex.
“Swallow it, Fuck Toy,” Bradford ground out.
My head was shoved forward more, and I had no choice but to take all of this man’s cock into my mouth and throat or die trying. I swallowed, praying I wouldn’t gag and puke, and tried again, and finally it went down. He shuddered and mumbled something, and then I was being pulled back and off of him.
I hardly had a breath before the process was repeated. Once my throat had almost adjusted to the invasion of the thick meat, the hand against my head forced me into a fucking rhythm. More hands joined the first, and the stranger’s hips thrust up into me, and I was desperate for air.
Just when I thought I couldn’t take any more, Jones bent down and crawled under me, and bit my clit hard enough that I screamed over the cock in my mouth. The vibrations were all it took. He spewed his cum into me, shooting stream after stream of the sticky, salty stuff down my throat and coating my tongue.
“Swallow every drop, Fuck Toy.” Bradford’s tone brooked no argument.
They kept drawing my mouth over his softening cock, continuing the fucking motion while I fought to swallow all of it. The whole time, Jones stayed beneath me, toying with my clit until I ached with the need to come, too.
But then they pulled my head away and Bradford put the gag back into my mouth, strapping it even tighter, deeper, than before so that my jaw had to stay open wider.
Jones left my clit before I could climax. He stood up and winked at me.
I wanted to cry.
The stranger tweaked my tits again, but turned to talk to Bradford. “I will definitely be hiring you. I’ve got a job in mind.”
Bradford passed him a card that he pulled out of his wallet. “Call us well in advance so we have plenty of time to make preparations—at least a couple of weeks. All of our services are custom designed for the client.”
“Will do,” the stranger said. Then he walked away.
Bradford and Jones lifted my chair again and loaded me into the back of their van, then strapped the chair into place in what appeared to be a custom-built harness.
Bradford immediately turned away and started sorting through some implements.
I strained to see what he was doing, but his body was between me and it, and I couldn’t see a damn thing.
Jones winked at me. “So, you’ve got cameras on you here, here, here, and here.” He pointed to them individually, one at just about every corner of the back of the van, ready to capture pretty much anything. “And one down here,” he said, gesturing to one just below my spread pussy.
Holy hell.
“While we drive to our destination, we’ll be up front, but we’ll be able to see anything and everything that goes on back here. So will your man. He’s already texted us, and he’s got you on the big screen at his house. Give him something to jerk off to, okay?”
I tried to say, “Fuck you,” but all that came out was another garbled moan. Damned gag.
“I’ll take that as a yes.”
Bradford moved around behind me, and a blindfold came down over my eyes, blacking out everything. I tried to shake my head, to struggle against my bonds, but I couldn’t move an inch and all moving my head did was earn me a slight slap on the cheek.
“Don’t fight us, Fuck Toy.” Bradford. “Remember, your man hired us to do this for you. He wants this.” He moved around in front of me and knelt between my legs. Something long and cool and hard, and very wide, moved up inside my pussy. When it was as deep as I’d ever taken anything before, it moved in another inch, and something pressed against my clit. Then it all started vibrating. “And you’re lying to yourself if you say you don’t want it, too.”
He increased the speed of the vibe, then attached something to it that strapped it in place, way too deep and pressed snug and hard against my clit.
“It’s on a remote, too,” Jones said. “We will control it from up front.”
All I could do was moan.
Then Bradford pressed something just above first one of my nipples, then the other. It felt like stickers, little round things. He put more of them all around my breasts, and added a series of them to just over my clit and all along my pussy lips.
“Electrodes,” he said.
A zing shot straight through me, and I would have come up off the chair and hit the ceiling if I wasn’t bound in place.
“You won’t know when to expect that. Should make for an exciting drive.”
“One last touch,” Jones said. Then headphones were placed over my ears, and everything was drowned out other than the sounds being piped through to my ears. Fucking sounds. Squishing, slapping, grunting, moaning, screaming sex sounds. And then in the middle of all of that, Bradford’s voice calling me Fuck Toy, telling me I only existed this weekend to pleasure Bradford and Jones. Then Dustin’s voice came over. “This is what I want. This is what you promised me. Submit to them completely.”
“Fuck Toy, you love to be tied up and made to come repeatedly.”
I bucked my hips, but the bonds didn’t let me move far. Maybe an inch. Damn.
“Do what they tell you.”
I squeezed my pussy muscles, trying to get the vibe in just the right place to really get me off. No go.
More earth-shattering orgasm screams in my head, alongside the sound of someone being fucked like a battering ram.
“Pain and pleasure always go together for a Fuck Toy. You want to come just from the sound of my voice.”
The engine started, and the van rolled to life, the electrodes shocked me in all my most sensitive, sex-hyped areas, the vibe roared up to high, and I was on the verge of my fourth orgasm of the night.
Then it all almost stopped other than the engine, just for long enough for the orgasm to die a slow, sad death.
“A Fuck Toy may come only when her Master tells her to come.”
Un-fucking-believable.
I don’t have a clue how long I was in the back of that van. All I know is that, when it finally stopped and they started to disconnect me from everything, I would have willingly, gleefully, ecstatically had sex with a horse if I could have had a damn orgasm.
Hell, a whole barn full of horses.
When my waist, hands, and ankles were free, I almost collapsed. I moaned when they unhooked the gag from behind my head and pulled it free from my jaw, a fresh stream of drool falling down my naked body.
Then they removed the headphones. “Nice ride, Fuck Toy?”
There was no way in hell I could talk right now. I halfway nodded my head. I guess it wasn’t quite the answer Bradford was looking for, because the electrodes all over the most sensitive parts of my body zapped me again.
“Yes!” I somehow managed, though my voice came out as a croak.
“Yes, what?” Jones asked. He grabbed a tit and twisted the whole thing viciously.
“Yes, sir,” I gasped.
He released my breast and I sucked in a breath, praying I had it right. A series of sharp slaps struck my breasts though, back and forth, one after the other, and I cried out.
Jones laughed. “Wrong, sugar. Try again.” The slaps continued, increasing in both frequency and strength until I couldn’t think straight. Not that I could before that. Damn. No, Jones was sir. Bradford was what?
“Yes, Master,” I said on a moan.
“Much better.” Bradford’s voice this time. “I think our Fuck Toy has earned a reward. What do you think?”
Thank you, Jesus, they were finally going to let me come. I tried not to let the moment of victory I felt show, sure that would be frowned upon, given the insane shit that had been filtered through my head the whole trip.
“Ah, yes. A reward would be good.” Jones pulled me to my feet. I wobbled in the crazy stilettos, but he righted me and pulled me into his side. “What did you have in mind?”
Bradford bent behind me and reached his hand up between my legs. I didn’t care if he used the vibe, his fingers, his mouth. Any or all of the above. Whatever. I just wanted to get off.
But instead of fucking the bejeebus out of me, he pulled the buzzing vibe free from my body. I heard it thunk on the floor of the van, then he stood. “She’s earned a big reward. We could give her a go on the spanking horse, and then let her suck us both off afterwards.”
Spanking horse? What the hell was that? And sucking them dry didn’t sound like any sort of reward for me. More like a reward for the two of them.
I opened my mouth to complain, but snapped it shut when Jones grabbed my ass cheeks and separated them, kneading the flesh and jiggling me. The he moved his fingers to my hole, pressing against the entrance. “What about a butt plug? Has she earned one of those yet?”
Oh, hell to the no. I didn’t do anal. I’d let Dustin try it once, because he’d begged me, but it had hurt like nothing I’d ever experienced in my life. Not only that, but he’d gotten off and then left me to fend for myself. Nope. Not a fan of that idea.
I squirmed against Jones, trying to get away from his probing fingers.
My efforts earned me a sharp smack on the bum from Bradford.
“You’ll do what we want you to, Fuck Toy.” He shoved me over so I was bent at the waist, and Jones held me up by the hair. Bradford slapped at my inner thighs, pushing them apart. He dipped three fingers into my cunt and frigged me with them for a minute. “Just getting some lube,” he grunted.
Then those same fingers left my sex and pushed into my nether hole. I sucked in as much air as I could at the pain of having three fingers spreading me wide. He just went in up to the first joint, spreading my juices all around and stretching his fingers apart to open me further. “Tight as all get out, just like he said she’d be. Yeah, we’ll definitely have to start her on a plug. I intend to fuck this hole a time or two before the weekend’s out.” He pulled his fingers back out of me, then slapped each cheek.
Jones grunted in what I could only assume was agreement.
I was in full on panic mode at the thought. Did I want to be fucked? Yes, sirree bob, as horny as I felt after all they’d done to me so far. Did I want to be butt fucked by two strangers who were tying me up and other crazy shit like that? Um, not so much. Didn’t sound like my idea of a good time.
Jones pulled me by my hair to standing again before I could protest. Without letting go of his crazy grip on my hair, he started walking. Fast. I stumbled forward to keep up with him, since I didn’t particularly care for the idea of ending up scalped.
I almost fell when I stepped down from the back of the van. The whole thing would be a heck of a lot easier if I could just see something. I thought about reaching up to remove the blindfold, but then thought better of it.
A cold wind whipped over my body, making my already aching tits and clit scream out in agony. After a few steps on concrete, my stilettos started sinking into a softer texture. Grass? Sand? I couldn’t tell, because Jones didn’t slow down for long enough for me to analyze it.
When he stopped moving, I nearly ran into him from the suddenness of it.
Still outside though. And what was that sound? Something whooshing like…waves? Yeah, we were at the beach.
“Don’t move a muscle, Fuck Toy.” Bradford was nearby, but I couldn’t tell how far.
Jones moved in front of me. His mouth clamped down over my tit, and he suckled and nibbled until my toes were curling. When he pulled away, the cold air raced over where the warmth from his mouth had been, and I shuddered and wanted to cry. He did the same with my left nipple, then went back to the first. For several minutes, he alternated between the two, and each time he moved away, the cold wind felt colder.
But when he finally stopped biting my nipples, he knelt between my legs and went to work on my clit until it had to be engorged to three times its normal size. Even the tiniest movement down there had me squirming, trying to move closer to him, trying to get myself off.
“I told you not to move a muscle, Fuck Toy.” Bradford was behind me again, and his fingers pushed into my asshole, and he held me there, like I was a fish on a hook. He wrapped his other arm around my waist, whether to support me or to keep me still, I didn’t know. Hell, I didn’t care. I couldn’t think about anything but Jones’s teeth and tongue on my clit and Bradford’s fingers in my ass.
Jones bit down on my clit again like he’d done when I was sucking off the stranger outside the mansion, and it took everything in me not to
shriek. Then he was sucking, biting, pressing three fingers into my cunt, four, his whole damn hand. I was stretched like I’d never been stretched before. My whole body was on fire in the cold, beach wind.
I whimpered, and Bradford pressed his fingers higher into my ass, moving in another joint. “Do you want your gag back, Fuck Toy?” His voice was soft, right behind my ear. “I’d thought to leave it off, because I want your man to hear you scream later. But don’t make a sound now, or it’ll be right back in your mouth. Maybe a bigger, more uncomfortable one.”
I shook my head and bit down on my tongue to keep from calling out as Jones ravaged my pussy with his huge fist and ate away at my clit.
My legs started trembling uncontrollably, and Bradford pulled up on my ass, forcing me even higher until they were practically holding all of my weight on their hands inside my holes. Jones moved his fingers around inside me, stretching, searching, scratching, and then he found my g-spot. He stroked a finger along it and bit down on my clit, and I was going to come finally.
Then he let go and pulled his hand away from me.
I collapsed forward, stopped by Bradford’s arm around my waist and his fingers in my ass. He picked me up and moved me, lifting my legs over some cold, metal contraption, then setting me down on it. The near freezing metal pressed up against my wet, abused sex. I worried that I’d freeze to it and stick.
“It’s only thirty-nine degrees out, tonight,” Jones said from in front of me, as though he could read my panicked mind. “Cold enough this will be damned uncomfortable for you, but not cold enough for you to freeze to the metal.”
Bradford’s hand left my ass, and then my legs were spread wide and strapped to the metal legs. Jones grabbed my hair and drew my head down, until my upper body was laying on a metal beam, one tit hanging down on each side of it. He put a leather cuff around my neck and the beam and tightened it until I could only move about an inch. Taking my arms, he stretched them out in front of me and put cold, metal handcuffs on my wrists, attaching them somehow that kept my arms up high in an unnatural position.
