The dungeon was well named. It looked like a medieval torture chamber, with a twelve-foot ceiling, stone walls, sconces shaped like flickering torches, and primitive looking furniture made of steel, leather and polished wood all designed for various types of imprisonment. There was a big wooden X, or St. Andrews cross, with cuffs attached to the top and bottom ends for securing wrists and ankles. There was a leather-padded sawhorse with restraints on the four legs, a strange steel contraption with various padded platforms. Kylie recognized it as what one of the BDSM websites had called a fucking bench and another a spanking bench. One long side wall was lined with floor to ceiling mirrors, the other was covered with spreader bars, a variety of paddles, floggers, hanks of colored rope, cuffs and other restraints. There was a steel stockade with shackles for securing a kneeling sub’s wrists, ankles, and neck, and an adjustable rod at the back end parallel to the floor. Another device, a tall steel rod with restraints for wrists and neck, and a spreader bar with restraints for the ankles stood on a sturdy tripod base. An adjustable rod extended from the base rod at around knee height. Another, tiltable rod was attached to it.
There were other pieces of furniture, too, most notably a large, heavy armoire against the wall opposite the mirrored wall and a doctor’s examination table in the corner with a sink. But Kylie just noticed them in passing, because her entire attention was riveted on the super-king-sized, steel-frame bed that dominated the far wall. The posts at each corner were connected along the sides of the bed by 3-inch square rails at least eight feet above the floor. The tall, arched headboard was slatted with prison-like steel bars, as was the much lower foot. There were restraint hoops at each corner and black shackles chained to the outer slats in both the head and foot board. The mattress was covered with a dark brown leather sheet. The only normal-looking piece of furniture was a plain, black wooden kitchen chair. The room was darkly primitive, coldly industrial, and more than a little menacing. The overall effect was chilling and exciting all at the same time.
Simon bent down and deposited her on the leather sheet. “Oh!” she cried out in surprise as the buttery soft leather caressed her bare bottom. She ran her hand over the smooth surface. “This feels so wonderful! So…decadent.” Simon reached behind her and unzipped her turquoise dress, lifting it over her head, leaving her completely naked.
“Okay, darlin’,” Simon said, watching as Caleb went over to the armoire and opened the doors to reveal an array of dildos, gags, and other things. He returned carrying a plug of some sort, made of clear glass, and a small plastic bottle of what must have been lube. He stopped beside Simon and handed him the bottle. “Kylie, we are gonna give you a name that we will call you durin’ a scene. We have selected ‘Little Bit’, mainly as a reminder to you that your issues with your body are not shared by us. We love your body and consider it perfect. When you hear that name, that’s your signal that a scene has begun and that you are to call us Sir. Clear?”
“Yes, Sir.” Suddenly she was having difficulty breathing. She just stared at Caleb, drowning in the swirling turbulence of his gaze. Her blood heated and raced through her veins like a river of molten lava.
“Give me your hand, Little Bit,” he ordered.
She held it out and he placed the glass object in it. It was surprisingly heavy, around six inches long, shaped sort of like a straw mushroom, with a head that widened before contracting into a stem with a wide, flat round base. A two-inch-long handle protruded from the base so the plug could be rotated, kind of like winding up a fishing reel. She looked up to see all three men watching her. Her belly knotted in an uncertain mixture of fear and anticipation. This thing is going in my butt!
“This plug is designed to stretch you so you can take our cocks inside your anal passage and feel nothing but pleasure,” Simon explained. “The clear glass lets us see inside to make sure everything’s okay.” He held out his hand. Swallowing hard, she placed the plug on his palm.
“Now, Little Bit, get on your hands and knees on the edge of the bed, ass facing out.”
Kylie rolled over and rose up onto her hands and knees.
“Good girl. Now, lower your shoulders to the mattress and arch your back. That’s it, lift that gorgeous ass high in the air and spread your legs so we can see your pussy.”
With Simon’s assistance, she assumed the lascivious position, and was rewarded with the feel of his hands stroking the heated skin of her buttocks. He bent over her, placing a tender kiss in the smooth indentation at the base of her spine, just above her ass crack. “I love this spot on a woman’s ass,” he murmured in appreciation. At the same time, he slid his two middle fingers down through her slit, coating them with her sweet nectar. “Jesus, darlin’, you’re so goddamn wet!” Simon’s voice sounded strangled. “I can’t wait to plug you. But first, there’s the small matter of your punishment.” His fingers sought her clit and began circling it slowly, making her hips jerk in response. “I believe we owe you five strokes. Do you remember what they’re for?”
“Um.” She racked her brain, frantically trying to remember what she had done.
“Um is not an answer.”
“No, Sir,” she finally admitted.
“You disobeyed a direct order to keep your hands locked around the slats in the headboard,” he reminded her. “Does that ring a bell?”
“I didn’t do it on purpose,” she argued. “I just sort of…forgot. In the heat of the moment. The pleasure you all were giving me was so intense…”She just let her voice trail off, sensing his lack of sympathy.
“Nevertheless.” His tone was implacable. “That was the only order you were given. The only thing you had to think about. When we tell you to do something we expect to be obeyed. So you have earned five strokes for disobedience, plus another five for talkin’ back just now. This is a corrective measure designed to help your memory. Clear?”
“Yes, Sir.” Holy shit! She bit her lip as goose bumps raced up and down her arms and back. Caleb and Ash moved to stand closer to Simon, shoulder to shoulder, one on either side of him. While he continued to circle her clit with his index finger, his two middle fingers danced around her entrance, bathing themselves in her moisture before slowly penetrating her, first one, then both. She sucked in her breath. At the same time, Caleb and Ash began tapping their hands lightly all over her ass cheeks. Not hard. Just enough to pink her skin slightly as blood rushed to the surface, warming her inside and out.
“This is not your punishment,” Ash said. “We’re just preparing your skin to receive your punishment so it will hurt less.” As both the force and speed of the taps increased, they began to sting slightly, spreading heat throughout her sex until her clit felt like it was burning. Simon’s fingers inside her sheath were building her climax, tightening the coil deep inside her, until it was ready to snap. Her breaths became little more than tiny, ragged gasps as the inferno engulfed her, flames soaring up into the sky as if she were in the middle of a bonfire. She moaned and pressed her shoulders deeper into the bed, lifting her ass higher against their hands, seeking more of the sensations they were giving her.
And that’s when they quit. Simon’s fingers withdrew from her cunt with a slurping sound. Caleb and Ash stopped tapping, merely resting their hands on her ass cheeks, pressing the heat deeply into her flesh. “Oh, baby,” Ash said admiringly, “you should see how gloriously red your ass is. It’s positively glowing.”
She moaned and started to sink down onto her legs, when a sharp slap stung her right butt cheek. “Oww!”
“Did we tell you to move?” Caleb’s voice was cold and impersonal. What she was coming to think of as his Dom voice.
“N-no, Sir.” Swiftly she raised it back up, even higher. “Sorry, Sir.”
“Yes, Little Bit, I’m sure you are. However, you just earned an additional five swats. That’ll be five from each of us.”
She stiffened, wanting to protest, but thinking better of it.
“I will go first,” Caleb said, “then Ash, then
Simon. Are you ready, Little Bit?”
Not on your life, buddy! How could anyone ever be ready to be spanked? “Y-yes, Sir.”
Simon and Ash stepped aside and Caleb took up his spot to Kylie’s left, facing her ass, rubbing his big right hand over her heated cheeks. Without warning, he delivered the first swat right on the fleshiest part of her right cheek, raising a handprint on her skin.
Kylie jerked and let out an “Oof!” But somehow she managed not to scream as pain streaked through her, followed by a wave of fire that had her pussy throbbing. Caleb squeezed and kneaded her inflamed butt, pushing the heat deeply into her flesh before delivering an equally painful swat to her left cheek. One that brought tears to her eyes. Then his fingers pushed through her slit and plunged into her dripping sheath and the pain flared into an overwhelming sensation of heat and pleasure.
“Oh, sugar, you are so fuckin’ wet” Caleb said, a note of admiration in his voice. “Methinks you might actually be enjoying this.”
She let out a low groan followed by a loud yelp as two more swats swiftly followed, one to each cheek. Again, he helped her process the sensations by stoking her arousal even higher, waiting while her body transmuted the pain into pleasure. His finger began a rapid circling of her clit, until her breath was coming in gasps and moans as he built her toward orgasm. And just as he delivered his last slap, she screamed and hurtled over the cliff into an orgasm that ripped her apart.
She was still convulsing with pleasure when Caleb withdrew his fingers from her sheath and stepped aside to let Ash take his place. Immediately Ash deposited two slaps then slid the first two fingers of his left hand into her vagina, scraping his fingertips across her G-spot and sending her soaring into another massive climax while he delivered the rest of his five stinging slaps.
By the time Simon took over, her entire body was shuddering with aftershocks and she was sobbing so hard, breathing was a struggle. Instead of fingering her to another orgasm, he hunkered down, slanted his head, and lapped up her syrup with his tongue. He closed his lips around her clit and began flicking his tongue rapidly back and forth across it. As he began to suckle the sensitive little pearl, Kylie let out a high, keening wail as pleasure bombarded her anew. Her body went rigid and she exploded in yet another massive climax. Immediately Simon rose, replaced his tongue with his fingers and coaxed continued convulsions of pleasure from her as he gave her the last of the fifteen slaps. Five heavy, thudding blows that lifted her flesh, only to let it fall, jiggling, before being lifted again by the next blow.
Gasping for every breath, Kylie closed her eyes, struggling to gain control over her sobs. Her ass felt like she’d fallen into a campfire, but she barely noticed, because she was consumed with pleasure, suspended in a torturous state of agony combined with an ecstasy unlike anything she had ever known.
Then Simon did something truly extraordinary. Gripping her hips, he bent low and traced a long line of kisses across her scorching hot ass before parting her cheeks with his thumbs and placing his mouth over her puckered anus. “God,” he groaned, “I love this hot little ass.”
She gave a shivering little cry and bucked her hips as she felt the tip of his tongue come out and press against the tight muscle, wiggling and circling and pushing until he breached the opening and began thrusting his tongue in and out, ravishing her senses. By the time he gave her a final kiss and stood back up, she was unable to do much more than lie there and moan, ravaged by pleasure.
“Where are you, Little Bit?”
Huh? Oh. “Green. Sir,” she added hastily, shocked to realize that she was, indeed, despite all they had just done to her, at green. Her body was so far ahead of her mind, she feared she’d never catch up.
She heard the pop of a plastic flip cap and felt liquid drizzling into her ass crack. Liquid so cold it made her give a little yelp of surprise. Then she felt Simon’s fingers, spreading the slippery lube into her anus with his middle finger, working it around the tight rim of her sphincter muscle before slipping it easily inside up to the first knuckle, startling another cry from Kylie.
“That’s it, darlin’. That’s it. Relax and let me in. I’ve been dreamin’ about this ever since I laid eyes on you yesterday mornin’. And it’s already even better than any dream could ever be.”
Kylie’s cry turned into a low moan as he began twirling his finger round and round, stretching her passage. Kylie held her breath as he carefully pushed it all the way in, wakening nerve endings she never even knew she had. He began pumping his entire fist against her ass, making her cheeks jiggle obscenely, a sight he could watch all night. “Christ, darlin’, you have the most gorgeous ass of any woman on the face of the planet. You feel my finger inside this little hole?”
“Yes, Sir.” Her voice jiggled too.
“This little hole right here?” He wiggled his finger.
“Y-yes, Sir.”
“You know what else is goin’ in this hole tonight?” He sped up his movements.
“The-the plug? Sir?” By now, her entire body was jiggling.
“And then what?”
“Ummm…”
“The next time you answer a question with ‘Ummm,’” he said sternly, “there will be consequences. Clear?”
“Yes. Yes, Sir.”
“What else is going in this hole, Little Bit?”
“Your cock? Sir?”
“Exactly right. My cock. Before this night is over, my cock is goin’ right here,” he promised darkly, twirling his finger. “I’m gonna fuck this gorgeous little ass until neither one of us can walk. And I can hardly wait.” His hand stilled, his finger withdrew. Kylie moaned. There was another squirting sound and something cold and hard pressed against her anus. The glass butt plug. “Okay, darlin’, just relax your muscles. You might feel a slight burnin’ sensation as the widest part stretches your sphincter, but it will quickly pass and you’ll feel nothin’ but pleasure.”
Huffing out her breath, she did her best to relax her muscles, no easy task as the plug began to breach her ass hole, stretching the tight muscle to the point of pain.
“That’s it, darlin’, that’s it. Now, push out, that’s right.”
Kylie did as he said and felt her muscles suck the plug into her back passage, closing around it. Her muscles contracted, making the glass object wobble slightly, but it remained firmly in place. It was heavy and gave her a feeling of fullness that made her pussy clench in anticipation.
“Christ!” Simon’s voice was filled with admiration. “I’m such a kinky bastard. I love the sight of your ass wearin’ a plug. I’m gonna make it my mission in life to decorate this ass with the most gorgeous jewelry. What’s your favorite color, darlin’?”
Huh? We’re in the middle of shoving a plug up my ass and he wants to know my favorite color? “Ummm. Red, Sir?”
He laughed. “Are you askin’ me or tellin’ me?”
“Telling. Red. Sir.”
“Red it is. I’ll order a set of ruby butt jewels first thing tomorrow mornin’.”
Butt jewels. Butt jewels?
He bent his head to inspect the interior of her channel, her pink walls visible through the clear glass. “Looking good, darlin’. Nice and pink and tight.” He grabbed the protruding handle and began turning the plug, like he was reeling in the catch of the day, wrenching a strangled warble from Kylie’s throat. His chuckle was wicked. “You like that, don’t you, darlin’?” You like havin’ a plug in your ass. You’re gonna love your jewels.” He leaned over her and lowered his voice. “But you’re gonna love my cock up your ass even more. Especially when I’m in there fuckin’ you while Caleb fucks your cunt.”
Kylie began to whimper.
“And Ash fucks your mouth.”
Oh, God!
“But you’re not quite ready for that yet. Just know that it’s comin’. And that it will give you so much pleasure you’ll wonder how you ever managed to live without it.”
She groaned as lust closed over her, turning her inside out
. These three men were unraveling the very fabric of her being and re-weaving her into a pattern of their own making. She could end this. All she had to do was say her safe word and they would stop. But she knew she wouldn’t. Because if she did, the loss wouldn’t be theirs. It would be hers.
Simon stopped moving the plug. Gasping for breath, she was only dimly aware of movement to her right. It was Caleb, moving around the foot of the bed to stand facing her on the opposite side of the bed. She heard the clink of his belt buckle and knew he was undressing.
“Hands and knees, Little Bit. Eyes on me.”
With tremendous effort she lifted her torso up off the bed, supporting herself on her hands. The change in position shifted the plug in her ass, increasing her awareness of its weight and fullness. As she watched through half-lidded eyes, Caleb pulled his belt through the belt loops and dropped it on the floor. He yanked his shirt tails out of his khaki uniform pants, unbuttoned it, and dropped it on the floor with the belt. His hands reached for the front of his khakis, slipping the steel button through the button hole then lowering the zipper to reveal the fact that he wasn’t wearing any underwear. The steel girder of his cock sprang forth, pearly white pre-cum streaming from the slit in the tip of the ruddy head, making Kylie’s mouth water. She couldn’t take her eyes off of it, staring at it from under her long black lashes. Without even realizing it, her tongue came out to lick back and forth across her bottom lip and he had to stifle a groan.
Fuck! This gorgeous woman has no idea how goddamn sexy she is. The sight of her pink tongue licking across that full lower lip ravished Caleb’s heart and his hand lifted to fist his cock, stroking up and down, squeezing hard while he struggled to maintain control. This woman tested it nearly beyond endurance. All he wanted to do was lay her down on the bed, take one hard nipple into his mouth, thrust himself inside her dripping cunt and fuck her till her teeth rattled. He watched Kylie’s eyes darken as he crawled up onto the mattress and shuffled toward her on his knees. He stopped when her head was right over his cock. She looked up. The swirls, curves, and scything blades of the extensive tribal tattoo that crawled over his chest, up over his shoulder, and down his arm made him look dangerous. Primitive. Almost lethal.
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