Trapped: Her Love Story

by Shannon Youngblood

  I watched in horror as another man saddled up to my front, his cock, bigger than anyone’s I’d ever seen before, fully erect, fisted in both of his hands, leaving the head, and another few exposed inches. Dropping his length, both men lifted me up by my legs, the cock in my ass burying deeper within me, before lining me up over the massive dick in front of me.

  “Are you ready, slave?” the man behind me whispered in my ear.

  “Yes, Sir,” I cried.

  Slowly, I was lowered, inch, by agonizing inch onto the horse of a man in front of me, my legs being wrapped around his waist. The fullness engulfed me, sending sparks of unwanted arousal coursing through my body as he attempted to inch his way into my intestines.

  Looking up into the face of the man, splitting me in two, I saw something I hadn’t expected. Warmth. The look in his eyes spoke volumes to his character. He didn’t push into me with malicious intent. Instead, he was gliding in, attempting to let me adjust to the size of him and to let my juices flow. He was trying to make it easier for me.

  “Chris, I can’t fucking hold on much longer,” the asshole behind me said through gritted teeth.

  “I’m almost in, Luke, I’m just enjoying this compact fucking hole.”

  Leaning in, the man Chris, whispered low enough for only my ears to pick up, “Put your arms around my neck sweetheart.”

  Doing as I was told, I put my arms around his neck, the cock in my ass pulling out just a little. Chris spat on his fingers, and wedged them between us, rubbing furiously on my tiny bundle of nerves.

  “I’m going!” Luke shouted.

  With a hand of each man holding up each leg, they bounced me on top of them in a rhythmic, albeit rough and fast fucking. Both of my holes were stretched as one man entered and another man retreated. The entire time, Chris continued playing with my clit, spiking my arousal further.

  “Don’t you dare fucking cum, you worthless slut,” Luke behind me shouted into my ear before latching onto my earlobe and pounding into me with a ferocity that had Chris alone holding me up. Detaching from my ear, Luke leaned back and with two more pumps, he emptied his load deep inside of my ass, making me shudder on the edge of orgasm.

  “Don’t cum sweetheart, it’ll be worse if you do,” Chris whispered.

  I clenched my muscles together, trying to stave off my incoming explosion. I wouldn’t survive a punishment with these men, not with all of them.

  Immediately following Luke’s climax, he yanked out of me, as splooge spilled out of my ass and landed on the floor. Within seconds, another man, and another dick clobbered its way in. Over and over, Chris held me as man after man filled my gaping hole with their seed.

  My hair, fallen from its home on top of my head, was pulled, yanked and tugged in every direction, and was stringy and covered in cum and spit. The sweat dripped from my neck down my back in one direction, and between my cleavage in the other. The strain of halting so many orgasms was starting to make me go cross-eyed. If I didn’t cum soon, I was afraid of what my outburst would look like.

  When another man finished off, coating my back with his sticky jizz, Chris carried me over to the bed and laid down with me still on top of him.

  “Don’t worry sweetheart, we’ll make you feel better. Cum as often as you’d like before we have to switch.”

  I didn’t know who he was referring to, only focusing on the emotional gratification of being told I could climax.

  The bed dipped behind me as two men kneeled on the bed at our feet.

  “This is Conner and Brent, my lovers,” Chris casually mentioned, nodding to each one “We’ll take care of you.”

  The man on the right, Brent, a man dark as the night sky, smiled at me, taking his cock between his fingers and gently probing my exposed asshole. With careful and gentle precision, he rocked his hips into me, slowly easing his way past my abused ring of muscles.

  Secretly, I prayed these three men had a lot of money.

  Pleasure roared to life within me, as both men fed me their cocks. The bed dipped and weaved, as Brent got onto his feet, his dick piercing places within me never before reached by this angle. I could feel the impending detonation creeping up on me, ready to plummet me over the edge when both men stopped short. Looking up at Chris, he just smiled, and then claimed my lips.

  I didn’t have to wait long to find out why the men had stopped. An intense pressure detached me from Chris’ mouth as Conner, the third man in the group, held his hips between Brent’s legs, his cock pressing into my ass to join with Brent’s.

  My eyes bugged out of my head. There was no way I could take three of them.

  “You can do it, sweetheart, just relax.”

  Trying desperately to do as Chris bid, I closed my eyes and leaned my forehead into his chest.

  “That’s right, whore, take all three of those cocks,” someone shouted at the head of the bed. It seemed as if the men who hadn’t participated yet, were itching to join in, crowding in closer and closer.

  “Don’t worry about them for now. Focus on us,” Chris whispered.

  Drowning out the moans and grunts from the men around us, I closed myself off and concentrated on the bubble of pleasure right here on the bed. Slowly the head of Conner’s dick breached my entrance, and I let out a huff of air I hadn’t realized I had been holding.

  All three men started moving. Chris’s hips came up, plunging into my pussy, hitting my g-spot at just the right angle, as Brent and Conner simultaneously pushed and pulled into my ass. I didn’t think it was possible to feel as stuffed as I felt and to enjoy it, but with these three I did.

  “Oh God,” I whispered, so no one else could hear me. “I’m gonna fucking cum.”

  “Ask us,” Chris bit back through his teeth.

  “Sir’s, may I cum? Please, may I cum?” I shouted, loud enough for everyone to hear.

  “Cum, Slave,” Chris hollered back.

  All three men pushed inside of me and stilled as wave after wave came crashing down on me, my limbs and chest vibrating through the overload of sensations battering my body. For minutes, I cried out repeatedly as shock waves ricocheted through my core threatening to drown me.

  When all three men climaxed simultaneously, there cum shooting inside my holes, their grunts filling the air, my body clenched down, milking them for every last drop.

  “Don’t forget to thank us,” Brent reminded me in my ear.

  I had forgotten Paxton’s number one lesson.

  “Thank you, Sir’s,” I barely managed the whisper.

  Brent and Conner exited the bed, leaving only Chris and me.

  “We’ll get you, don’t worry. Just survive,” Chris whispered once again in my ear, as he sat us up, his dick falling out of me.

  Hope bloomed in my heart for a few precious moments, as I tried to hold onto it. I prayed it could have lasted longer, but there was still at least fifty more men standing, waiting their turn.

  A new man laid on the bed, as his rough hands forced my drenched pussy on top of him. With my knees on the bed, straddling him, the man raised onto his heels, his hands cupping my ass cheeks and pounded into me so fast and hard, I cried out with the onslaught of pain.

  This was not enjoyable, this was the hell I was expecting.

  Another man climbed up onto the bed, standing behind me before spreading my ass cheeks apart and dipping down inside of my enlarged hole, and a third pressed in from behind as well. The same feeling of fullness surrounded me, but this time it wasn’t gentle.

  “She’s bleeding already?” One of the men behind me groaned, plunging into me harder, the smell of copper filtering through my nose.

  “We’re tearing you apart, slave. What do you say?” The man beneath me growled, grabbing onto my left breast and squeezing my nipples roughly.

  “Thank you, Sir!” I screamed, a new onslaught of tears falling from my eyes.

  Another horror approached, as a fourth, fifth, and sixth man climbed onto the bed in front of me.

  Witho
ut warning, one of them grabbed my ears and shoved his way past my teeth and down my throat. The other two joining him, picked up my hands and stroked their cocks through my palms. At some point, men number seven and eight harshly tried separating my big toe from the others and fucked my feet.

  Surrounded by men, my eyes searched out something I could latch onto to keep myself from going off the deep end and ruining my chances of having Chris, Conner, and Brent as my Masters.

  A camera over the shoulder of the man fucking my face caught my attention, and my mind instantly reached out to Paxton.

  Save me, Paxton, I cried out in my head as bile rose up in my throat, coating the man's cock.

  “Spit on it,” he yelled, taking my bile-drenched saliva from his cock and smearing it all over my face.

  When each man had finished inside me, or on me pulled away, another dick took its place. I was tossed around, flipped and maneuvered into impossible positions. The crowd thinned, as exhaustion took over my body, and even though I was still being battered and fucked, I was losing my battle with keeping my eyes open.

  “You’ve done well with this one, Preston,” an oddly familiar voice spoke behind me, as my hair was grabbed and my neck yanked back.

  Cold water doused my insides, effectively waking me up, as I peered into a pair of eyes I hadn’t seen since the day I had run away.

  “Thank you, Uncle Bill,” Preston replied.

  My adrenaline spiked to overflowing as I ripped my head away from my foster father’s grasp, along with a chunk of hair. I didn’t know how I did it, but I scrambled away from the six hands of Preston, Bill, and the unknown man fucking me. They tried to grip me, and I tumbled off the bed, landing on my back, the wind being knocked from my lungs.

  I watched in horror, unable to move as Bill came over to me, straddled my face, his ass resting on my heaving chest.

  “I’ve wanted to do this for a long time,” he sneered.

  Lifting his hand above his head, I scrunched my face and waited for the contact. My cheek rang out as my neck snapped to one side with the force of his strike. Using his fingers like crowbars, he pried open my mouth and stuck his cock into the back of my throat, and kept going.

  I gagged and wretched, my feet kicking out from underneath me, pummeling the wood beneath my heels, trying desperately to buck him off of me.

  Lifting up my head, he rammed into me over and over again, bruising the inside of my mouth and the back of my throat. I was fighting a losing battle for air as he pinched my nose and held his position buried deep down my esophagus.

  In a moment of pure panic, I bit down hard, copper filling my mouth. Bill cried out in pain and rage, pulling his dick from my mouth and rolling off of me, clutching himself between his hands.

  “You fucking bitch! You’re going to fucking pay for that!” He screamed, howling in pain.

  I struggled to get to my feet, but Preston was on me before I made it to my knees.

  “Yes, Uncle. She is,” he sneered grabbing me by the hair and dragging me away from the scene, through the hall and down the basement stairs. The last thing I saw was the disappointment on Chris’ face as we turned the corner back to my dungeon.

  Every step jabbed into my ribs, my hips, and the rest of my body as he threw me down them, landing at the bottom with a sickening thud.

  Standing over me, rage filled his eyes. With his hands clenched into fists at his side, Preston spoke to me barely in an audible whisper. His dire threat sinking into my frozen bones.

  “When I’m done with you, you’re going to wish you were dead.”

  I already did.

  Chapter 12

  My hips throbbed as Preston grabbed my hair again and continued dragging me through the basement into the glass room. Somehow, I knew he was going to kill me, and for once since I had been kidnapped, I wasn’t ready to die. Paxton’s face shot in front of my vision, making the need for him stronger with every passing second. Whatever Preston had planned for me, I had to keep the picture of Paxton in clear view or else I would never make it.

  When we reached the room, Preston picked me up by my hair and threw me onto the bed. His treatment had always been rough, almost bruisingly so, but there was something different this time. The rage he kept tightly leashed was let free after my incident upstairs, and I was about to feel the full extent of it.

  Without thought to myself or the consequences. I did the only thing I could think of.

  “Paxton, please! Help me!” I screamed, hoping to God, he could hear me. He loved me, he had to help me, right?

  An icy chill shot through my veins, as Preston let out a howl of sinister laughter.

  “You think my pathetic brother is going to help you now, you fucking whore?” he yelled, backhanding me from the bed to fall to the floor. My eyes filled with tears as my cheek sweltered from the abuse. “No, he won’t. He’ll watch. Look at me as I use you for the fucking slut you are. You’ve fucked up everything, and you better pray to every God in existence I can fix your mistake, and someone still wants your used, nasty pussy.”

  I had messed up, and I knew it, but the shock of having that familiar dick in my mouth, the one that had broken me so long ago, had incapacitated me momentarily and I had snapped. I didn’t mean to bite down, it had happened involuntarily, at least that was my plea to Preston.

  “You’re a lying, fucking whore,” he yelled down at me. “And do you know what I do with liars and whores? No? Well, you’ll find out, soon enough. Get back on the bed, and don’t make me ask you a second time.”

  His voice held a warning I couldn’t disobey. The blackness of his eyes matched his soul and bullied me to try and defy him, and as much as I wanted to run, there was nowhere for me to go. I was trapped, and my punishment would be severe.

  Clambering up onto the bed, I sat on my heels and waited for Preston to make his move. Taking whiffs of the air, I tried to find my cucumber melon scent, to ease my tension just a fraction, but after eighty plus men and gallons of cum, I couldn’t locate the smell I craved.

  “On your back, head at the foot of the bed!” Preston bellowed as he continued grabbing items from the chest of drawers, from the walls and the dresser.

  With my head hanging off the bed, my tears dripping down onto the floor, I prayed this wasn’t the end for me. I prayed I had the strength to get through this night, and lastly, I prayed Paxton would come for me.

  It wasn’t long before my arms and ankles were stretched and bound, leaving me in the shape of an X, exposed and open. The placement of my body was uncomfortable as my appendages were strapped so tight there was no room for movement.

  “Ask me, slave,” Preston yelled, pulling me from my unpleasant thoughts, and plopping me back into the here and now.

  “Ask you what, Master?” I whispered.

  Did he want me to ask for my own torture? Ask about the selling? Ask about my foster father? What did he expect me to ask about? The questions I had were endless.

  “Ask me, why you,” he said calmly.

  “Why me, Master?” I asked, wanting to know this information just as badly as he seemed to want to share it. Paxton’s answer had never really been a reply. Maybe Preston’s would be.

  “Because you’re a fucking whore,” he yelled, slapping my cheek again, and spitting on my breasts. “Because your mother was a fucking whore,” he screamed, spitting on me again. “Because when I had your mother killed, and Bill finally agreed to foster you, you took his dick like the perfect, fucking whore you are!”

  I couldn’t respond, too shocked to comprehend his words. My mouth opened with a wordless plea, giving Preston the ability to jam his exposed cock into my waiting throat.

  “Bite. I fucking dare you to bite me, whore. Bite me, and you’ll never see Paxton again.”

  He latched onto my breasts, squeezing, as he pummeled my throat, bruising the sensitive flesh already tender from the abuse of upstairs. There were no moments of rest as he fucked my mouth, over and over again, bringing up buckets
of saliva and bile to run down my face into my eyes and my hair. Never once did he fully come out of my mouth, allowing me the precious oxygen I craved. All the while, with every thrust, he called me a whore and called my mother a whore.

  Every time I attempted to cough, he only laughed at me and slapped my sensitive nipples or my swollen clit. I could feel the blood rushing to my brain with my head upside down, and could feel the blackness engulfing my vision, but every time I came close to fainting, Preston grabbed my clit in a vice grip and twisted, the pain bringing me back into the here and now.

  I didn’t think he was ever going to cum, his rage making him thrust harder than ever before, but when he finally did, it wasn’t down my throat. Instead, he pulled out of my sputtering mouth and emptied himself onto my face, the white liquid mixing with my own bodily fluids. With my hands immobile, there was no way to stop the path of his cum, and for the second time that night, the burn in my eyes was suffocating.

  Preston righted himself, and his pants, leaving the top button undone and then left the room. The confusion hit me full force. Was that my punishment? I couldn’t believe it, I refused to believe it. Compared to everything else Preston had put me through, this could only be a small break for him.

  I heard the door open, and the second pair of feet enter before the lock clicked back into place, and both men waltzed back into my torture session.

  “I do believe you owe your daddy an apology,” Preston sneered, wiping the gunk from my eyes and smearing it over my engorged nipples, before walking away back to his dresser of tools.

  “I’m sorry,” I stuttered only half convincingly.

  “Yes, you are, you fucking, slut,” Bill spat, “But only half as sorry as you will be.”

  My heart dropped to my stomach as Bill undressed before me, his cock, springing from his jeans, seemingly unaffected by my earlier ministrations. I watched, horrified, as Bill gripped his shaft in his hands and pumped a few times before walking over to me. My throat wasn’t ready for another treatment like this, but I had little say in the matter. Opening my mouth, I prepared for the inevitable.