by Lacey Kane
When he stopped and moved to the side, I about fell over. Sitting in the middle of the room was a medieval looking wooden contraption, like stocks they’d put people in in the middle of town for humiliation, while they threw tomatoes and potatoes and the like at them.
He undid a lock and lifted the upper section, then turned to look at me with a raised eyebrow.
I’d thought he was going to feed me. What the hell? “You don’t seriously—”
Thornton yanked on my leash before I could get any more than that out, sending me sprawling to my hands and knees at his feet. I had no time to respond. He grabbed both of my hands and positioned them in the stocks, shoved my head forward, and then settled the top section over me.
It was so low to the ground that my back was arched something crazy, with my pussy and ass up high in the air. That was surely his aim.
Leather cuffs were attached to my thighs just above my knees, and then a bar pushed between them, forcing my legs wide. That apparently wasn’t enough for Thornton. He grabbed one ankle and tugged it out at a crazy angle, then bent my leg until he could hook an ankle cuff to the stocks, leaving just my kneecap on the floor. The same happened to my other leg.
I hoped he was done there, because I couldn’t think of a time I’d been more uncomfortable in my life.
He wasn’t.
Coming around in front of me, he held up what looked like a giant fish hook with a rounded point. He shoved the point in my mouth. “Get it real wet, because it’s going in your ass, Slut.”
He had to be kidding me. But somehow, I was sure he wasn’t. I worked up as much spit as I could over that hook, trying to lubricate it as best I could.
Before I was satisfied, he pulled it away and moved behind me, shoving it up my asshole with no more warning. He plunged it deep, hard, showing my poor, aching hole no mercy. Once he had it settled as deep as he wanted it, he attached it to something overhead which raised my hips as far as they would go.
The buzzing of some vibrating toy or another started up, and he attached it to a stand and adjusted it beneath me just so, until it was pressed hard against my clit. Damn if he didn’t spread my pussy lips and poke and prod at my clit, until it was completely exposed to the thing.
“I’m off to fix breakfast.” He landed three sharp smacks to my ass, and then he was gone.
For a long time.
Around the point where my kneecaps were burning and my asshole was throbbing and my clit felt like it was going to spontaneously combust in another mind-shattering orgasm, the scents of bacon and eggs wafted into the room. I was in complete mind-fuck state, where I couldn’t decide if I needed to eat more or needed to come more.
I tried to turn my head, but the stocks made that impossible.
Thornton moved in front of me, carrying a tray with two plates and two glasses. He set the tray down at a table in my line of sight and then started to eat. “Hungry?” he asked, as he shoveled a bite into his mouth.
“Yes, sir,” I said, though my voice sounded strangled.
He nodded and kept eating. Several minutes passed with no change, other than my stomach was now growling.
Finally, he finished his plate and swallowed the last of his drink, popping a pill as he did so. Thornton pushed a step stool in front of my face. Then he set my plate and glass on it, slipping a straw into the glass.
I couldn’t use my hands. I couldn’t even get any leverage, in my current position. He was out of his mind.
Clearly, he didn’t think so, though. Thornton stroked his cock, which was back to monstrous status. “You’ve got until I fill your cunt with cum to eat and drink as much as you want. I suggest you get to it.”
He moved behind me, grabbed my hips, and thrust in to the hilt before I could prepare myself for his invasion. The pressure of his hips against my ass cheeks drove the hook deeper inside me, and the vibe was still dancing against my clit, and I screamed in shock.
His cock rammed in and out of me so fast and so hard that the stocks were rattling against me. With each thrust, he was spearing my g-spot. I moaned with the need to come.
“Eat or you’ll miss your chance.” He smacked my ass and fucked me harder.
Somehow, I forced my head down and got a couple of bites in. In case you were wondering, it is not easy to concentrate on chewing and swallowing while being fucked in doggy position like the fucker’s life depends on it, with your ass hooked to the ceiling, your clit being buzzed to oblivion, and your head and hands in stocks.
When he grabbed my tits from behind and pulled on them, using them to gain more leverage, I nearly came. A bite of egg fell out of my mouth as I cried out.
“Don’t you dare come, Slut. You’ve already got one punishment lined up today.”
And this wasn’t my punishment? Jesus, Mary, and Joseph, what the hell was it going to be?
I tried to calm myself down, pull myself back from the edge of orgasm, but it wasn’t easy to do with his cock slapping into my g-spot again and again. I finally did, and was about to take another bite, when he shouted behind me and a hot stream of his cum filled me.
The power of his climax nearly made me lose the thin veil of control I had over myself. It took all of my concentration to keep myself in check.
Then he pulled himself out and, cool as a cucumber, took the still half full plate and glass away from me. “Next time, you’d better eat more than this.”
After he took my food away, Thornton put a ball gag back in my mouth, strapping it tight behind my head. The vibe, thankfully, moved away. A minute later, a cold, wet cloth wiped over my pussy, cleaning up the mess of fluids down there.
Almost before the cloth left me, a dildo was shoved deep inside me, one that had a clit-probing piece. Fuck, I’d never get away from the torment.
Thornton pushed it snug, and then flipped a switch, and the whole thing vibrated to life on a far too low setting.
I moaned into my gag, which only produced a stream of saliva that dripped to the floor.
“Comfy, Slut?” he asked from behind me.
Comfy was about the furthest thing from my mind, at the moment. I just moaned again, unleashing a new stream of drool.
“I’ll be back in a bit. Don’t come. I’ll know if you do. And get yourself ready for your punishment, which is still to come.”
How the hell was I supposed to do that?
Then he was gone. For a long damn time. I have no earthly fucking idea how long he was gone, just knew that I needed to pee again as bad as I needed to come, and my stomach was once again rumbling, and never, ever in my life had I felt such ridiculous pain as I was currently experiencing in my knees.
Finally, he returned. Thornton unhooked me and pulled things out of me, and finally released my hands and neck from the stocks. He left the gag in my mouth and the dog collar around my neck, but everything else came off.
I collapsed to my knees on the floor, curling up as much as I could to soothe my aching muscles. Before I could relax much, though, he was pulling on the leash still attached to my collar. “Follow me, Slut. Crawl to the bathroom with me.”
I couldn’t very well walk with the way my limbs felt as sturdy as unset Jell-O, so I followed him on all fours. When we got there, he lifted me onto the toilet seat and let me relieve myself. When I was done, he yet again wiped me clean, and then used a wet cloth to cleanse me.
Then we were on our way to the kitchen, with him leading me on my leash like a dog. When we got there, I froze. A big screen TV was playing what looked to be a porno behind what seemed like a sadist’s version of an OBGYN table, and a pizza box was waiting on the counter with another butt plug, bigger than the last one, and a tube of lube sitting on top of it.
Thornton didn’t let me stay put, though. He tugged on my leash, and I was forced to crawl toward him or have my airway cut off. “Get up on the table, Slut.”
For whatever reason, I obeyed him without question, ignoring the whimpering, moaning, screaming monkey sex orgasms going on in fr
ont of me on the TV. I climbed into the seat section and just passively let him stretch my limbs into crazy positions and strap me down, like I had no qualms whatsoever about what it would mean. Was the almost constant need to orgasm brainwashing me? Maybe, but right then, I didn’t care.
He hooked one ankle and knee onto a stirrup sort of thing and then moved it as wide as I thought my limbs could go. “Watch yourself on the big screen while I get you ready.”
Watch myself? He had to be fucking kidding me. I looked up and sure enough, the video was no normal porno, but video of me last night, strapped to a metal sawhorse-like contraption and being spanked with a fucking machine drilling me from behind.
I moaned at the sight, and then again at the memory. A fresh trail of juices flooded my pussy even as a fresh stream of drool dripped down my chin.
While Thornton kept working, I was unable to take my eyes off the screen. It was an odd sort of turn-on, to see myself in a position like that which I never in a million years would have expected. In a way, it turned me on even more to know that Dustin had been at home watching. Or somewhere watching, at least.
Once I was completely strapped into place and spread as wide as I could go, a knock sounded at the door. Maybe Bradford and Jones had already come back? I didn’t know if I wanted that or not.
Thornton left, and then I heard voices. Lots of voices. Both male and female. I whimpered into my gag, not that anyone could hear it. Even if they could, for damn sure no one cared.
And then they were coming into the kitchen behind me, taking a seat in a row of chairs I finally noticed—three burly men, and three women in various states of undress. All of the women, regardless of what else they were wearing, had a collar around their necks similar to mine.
When Thornton came back, he offered them pizza if they wanted it. No one got up and got any. I guess I was more interesting than pizza. He picked up the lube and the butt plug and settled himself between my gaping legs.
The man on the far left snapped his fingers, and the woman with him (wearing nothing but a collar and a chain connecting to clamps on her nipples and clit) immediately dropped to her knees between his legs and pulled his cock from his pants. She sucked it with her hands behind her back, bobbing up and down with fervor. He didn’t seem to care about that, though—he was too busy watching me squirm against my constraints as Thornton pressed the butt plug deep into my ass.
After that, things happened so fast it was like it had been orchestrated that way. One of the women laid on her back on the floor, and the other woman straddled her in a sixty-nine. They started eating one another’s cunts and squealing in pleasure. The man seated in the middle dropped his pants and shoved his dick into the woman on top’s ass, and the other crossed over and started pussy-fucking the one giving a blow job to the first man. The room was filled with grunting, slapping sex noises…and the unmistakable sounds of all three women experiencing orgasms.
And still, Thornton kept working the damn butt plug deeper into my anus. He pressed again when one of the women squealed in delight, and I felt like I’d ripped open, but still he kept pushing it higher inside me.
When it finally came to a stop, the orgy on the other side of the room was beginning to slow. The man being sucked off picked his woman up and carried her over to me.
Thornton pulled a double-ended dildo out from somewhere. He shoved one end deep into my cunt, and then the other woman was placed over me, straddling my hips. In an instant, she had the other end of the dildo inside her and was using it to fuck us both.
Then he came around by my head and leaned down. “This is your punishment. You may not come. Just watch.”
The other two women had been separated, and one of them had a man fucking her in both the ass and the pussy at the same time. Thornton joined the other man, and they did the same to the remaining woman.
I watched, mesmerized, even as the woman drilling a dildo inside me started to let out little frantic sounds. She put both hands down between our bodies, using one to rub her clit and the other to rub against mine, damn her. In an instant, she was writhing all over me, leaning down and licking my tits and using her hands to drive me to the brink.
All around us, the men were grunting and the women were squealing, and still there was the video playing on the big screen of me being flogged into mindless oblivion.
I didn’t know how much more I could take. Each time she experienced another orgasm, it took all of my willpower to keep myself still.
Eventually, the threesomes finished, but my tormentor kept going. The other six came around us, and their hands and mouths were all over both of us. Someone licked the bottom of my foot and sucked my toes into their mouth, and that nearly did me in. Tears shot to my eyes from the effort it took to keep from coming.
After her fourth orgasm while fucking me with the double-headed dildo, they finally pulled her off of me.
Then Thornton removed my gag, put headphones over my ears so I couldn’t miss the sound of the video onscreen, and they left me all alone, with nothing but the video of my own red, wet body being flogged beneath the basketball goal on the beach for company.
It was getting dark by the time Thornton came back, and I’d watched way too many scenes of what they’d done to me. Watching it only made me want more, as sick and twisted as that may seem.
Wearing nothing but a pair of boxer briefs that didn’t come close to hiding his hard-on, he moved into my line of vision. He stood beside my head for a second before he had his tongue in my mouth, kissing me like I wished he’d fuck me. When he came up for air, he asked, “Hungry?”
Until he asked, I didn’t have a clue just how hungry I was. But then my stomach growled. “Yes, sir,” I somehow managed.
He gave a sadistic sort of laugh. “Well, since you handled your punishment well, Bradford and Jones said you can play a little game for your food.”
I didn’t like the sound of that, but what choice did I have? None, that I could see.
He released me from the table and put me down on all fours, and then had me crawl down the hall to the bathroom again. As before, we went through the same ritual. When we were done, he led me into a room I’d yet to see.
Along the far wall, there was a row of cubby holes with doors blocking anything that might be inside. Each door had a number on it. Scattered throughout the room were various other torture device looking things…lots of metal and leather and chains and restraints. Candlelight was the only thing lighting the room.
Someone cleared his throat off in the shadows, and my head spun around.
Jones stepped into the light, wearing nothing but tight, black leather pants. “We told you we wouldn’t be gone too long, sugar.”
We. That could only mean Bradford was there too. I strained my eyes, trying to find him in the dark, but I couldn’t until he spoke.
When he stepped forward into the light, he wasn’t wearing a damn thing. His dick was hard and standing at attention. “Here’s how the game works, Fuck Toy. You pick a number. We’ll open the cubby hole with the corresponding number. If it’s food inside, you eat it. If it’s a drink, you drink it.”
Sounded fair enough so far. But I knew enough at this point to realize there was sure to be a catch. “Yes, Master,” I finally said when he didn’t go on.
“If it isn’t food or drink, it will be something we’ll use on you—as many times as the number of the cubby. If it is something we put on you or in you, or anything of that nature, it will stay there until the end, unless we decide otherwise. The game is over when every cubby hole is empty…and each of your holes is filled with a cock.”
Christ on a cracker. Every hole? They were seriously going to triple-team me…and that was going to be after everything to do with those cubby holes. I did a quick count in my head. There had to be close to twenty of them, or maybe even more than that.
More and more, I wasn’t so sure I liked the sound of this game. Still, my limbs were trembling as I knelt there on all fours, and th
e walls of my sex clenched in anticipation.
Thornton moved over to the wall and flipped a switch, and a blinding spotlight came on over the center of the room. “Just making sure your man doesn’t miss anything important, slut.”
After squinting for a moment against the sudden onslaught of light, I finally spotted a few cameras filming me.
“Give me a number, Fuck Toy.”
I tried to come up with a quick strategy, but did it really matter? We were going to go through every cubby hole before they’d let me quit.
Apparently I was taking too long to make up my decision, though.
Bradford marched over to me, reached down below me, and grabbed onto one of my tits, pulling it so hard I had to stand up or else he might rip it off of me.
“A number,” he repeated.
“Seventeen, Master,” I said on a gasp.
Jones crossed over to the cubbies and opened the door to number seventeen. “Clothespins.”
Before I knew what was happening, Thornton grabbed my arms and pinned them behind my back, holding me still with a death grip. Jones brought the clothespins over, and he and Bradford set to work pinching the skin of my breasts and fastening them on me. They put eight on each breast, near the areolas.
But then Bradford held up the last one in front of my face. “Where should we put the last one, Fuck Toy?”
My breathing was already labored, and my brain wasn’t all that clear, and he wanted me to make that decision? I racked my brain, but the only thing that came to mind was, “My stomach, Master.”
He slapped my stomach in response. “Wrong answer, Fuck Toy.” And then his hand was between my legs. He pulled my distended clit free from its hood and pinched the clothespin in place on it.
It was like that little bundle of nerves had been electrified by the thing. My legs buckled, and I would have fallen if Thornton wasn’t holding me in place. His hard cock pressed up against the plug in my butt, and he ground his hips into me.
“Another number.”
Picking high hadn’t worked out so well, so I tried a different tactic. “Three, Master.”
