by Lily Brock
Loaned Out at Twisted Ranch
By Lily Brock
Text copyright © 2016 Lily Brock
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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.
For my Master…
Wherever you go, I will follow.
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Excerpt from Loaned Out at Twisted Ranch
“Put her on the gangbang rack.”
I’m still too weak to walk, but I realize now Henry wants me at my weakest. He doesn’t want me able to resist whatever he has planned for me next.
Strong arms pick me up and carry me to the rack. I remember it well from my initiation. The rack is a narrow table with tall poles on each corner. The man places me on the table. My wrists are secured with straps to the two poles at the back of the table. Next, my legs are positioned up and around the outside of the two front poles. Straps secure my thighs and ankles to the poles. A final strap is secured around my belly. A foam wedge slides under my back curving me forward so I can witness whatever violation Henry has planned.
“This is an anal-only gangbang, gentlemen,” Henry announces once I am immobilized. “I want her asshole gaping by the end.”
The men cheer and laugh. The first man steps forward and rubs his dick back and forth through my sopping slit to lube it up before plowing it into my back door. My hole is stretched from the ball on the anal hook, so his cock slides in easily. I revel in the sensation of fullness as he moves inside me. I moan weakly as my arousal builds.
Jets of hot jizz fill my dark tunnel creating a slick path for the next cock. I want to see how many men are waiting for a turn, but I can’t see around the second man pumping his shaft into my loosening opening.
Henry’s Visit
Cheers erupt from the den, “Goal!”
I smile and open two more beers, setting them on the tray next to a bowl of pretzels. I carry the tray into my husband’s den.
“The refreshments you requested, Sir Lucas,” I announce.
“Thank you, Ava. Put them on the coffee table.”
I replace the empty bottles on the two coasters with cold beers and set the bowl of pretzels between them.
“Thanks, Ava,” contributes Henry, his eyes never leaving the tv screen.
“Anything else, Sir Lucas?”
“No, Ava, but stay close,” he says with a wink. “The game will be over in about half an hour.”
I nod and walk quietly from the room. I don’t know exactly what Lucas has in mind, but clearly he has some post-game entertainment planned for his guest.
I don’t know Henry very well. I’ve lived at Twisted Ranch almost a year now and I’ve seen him at a few play parties and other community events. And, of course, I remember him from my initiation.
Twisted Ranch is an exclusive BDSM enclave and my initiation involved taking on all the men of the community. Henry—I didn’t even know his name then—was the final man in a long train of men. He is a very large man, well over six feet tall, but it isn’t his height that makes him stand out at Twisted Ranch. It is his massive cock.
I return to the kitchen to throw the empty bottles into the recycling bin. I don’t know what services Lucas and Henry will require, but my pussy is already wet just thinking about the possibilities.
~~~~~~~~~~
About forty-five minutes later, Lucas summons me back to his den. The tv is off—the game must have ended—but the two men are still sitting in their recliners. The coffee table has been moved to the side of the room and a large leather armchair is in its place, facing the two men.
“Remove your sarong,” Lucas says. I untie my sarong. All the women at Twisted Ranch wear only a short sarong. No top. No bra. No panties.
“Present yourself to us in that chair, Ava. And take this empty beer bottle.”
I smile and take the beer bottle he offers. I lay the fabric from my sarong across the seat of the chair and sit down. I know how he wants me to present myself, he has trained me well.
I lean back in the chair and open my legs, lifting them over the large overstuffed arms. My holes are on full display for their viewing pleasure. My pussy lips part from the wide spread of my thighs, revealing my juicy cunt. I watch them watching me and arousal floods my delicate folds.
I tuck the bottle behind one of my legs against the back of the chair, and I rest my hands on my inner thighs waiting for further instructions.
Both men are leaning back in their recliners staring at the possibilities between my legs. Henry rubs the growing bulge through his slacks.
“Are you wet, Ava?” asks Lucas.
I know I am, but I also know Lucas wants to watch me check before I answer. My eyes never leave his as I slide two fingers down the center of my slit and rub it back and forth through the soaked lips. I show him my juices glistening on my fingers.
“Taste it for us.”
I put my fingers in my mouth and lick them off slowly. The first time I performed for one of Lucas’s friends, I felt so embarrassed having my legs spread open in front of the men. I’ve gotten a lot more comfortable with displaying my fuck holes. Henry is already unzipping his pants.
“Show us your snatch.”
Using the tips of two fingers from each hand on either side of my inner lips, I pull them apart to reveal my pink honey pot.
I hear Henry groan as he releases his massive cock and begins to stroke it slowly. I can’t help but stare every time I see it. It is the largest cock I’ve ever seen. It’s nearly a foot long, and at least as thick as the beer bottle.
“Finger yourself.”
I slide a finger back and forth across my slit until it is slick with my need before slipping it into my waiting box. I pump the finger in and out slowly.
“Two fingers.”
I add a second finger and continue my slow, steady penetration. Henry is stroking his prick, matching the speed and rhythm of my fingers.
“Three.”
I moan as a third finger stretches my tight cunt. In and out, I pump my fingers. My juices are starting to drip out of my pussy and roll down my crack to the folded sarong protecting the leather chair. Lucas has unzipped his pants now and is stroking his cock, too.
“Can she do four?” asks Henry, his eyes never leaving my filled hole. He knows, of course, that my pussy can take a whole fist.
“Show Henry four, Ava,” Lucas directs in response.
My pussy is really full now, and as I enjoy the feeling of being opened my eyes close and I moan with more urgency. I can feel my climax building, but I know the men aren’t ready for me to cum yet. My pussy is sopping now and my fingers make wet noises as they move in and out of my box.
My thoughts are far away when Lucas speaks again.
“Put the beer bottle in your pussy.”
Reluctantly, I open my eyes and remove my fingers from my dripping snatch. The men are still stroking their cocks slowly as I retrieve the beer bottle from behind my leg.
I rub the bottom edges of the bottle around wet hole, lubing it up for easier penetration. Slowly, I push one edge of the bottle into my tight box. I work the edge deeper, turning it as I push, to force more of it in. I spread my
legs open wider and tilt my hips up to get a better angle. I grunt as it stretches my hole.
Henry moans loudly and I glance up at the men, he is jacking his rod more intensely now. Lucas has also quickened his pace.
“I just want to shove it into her,” Henry growls.
Lucas smiles, but does not respond.
I continue struggling to force the broad, blunt bottle end into my cunt. I hear my grunts as if they were emitting from another person; a bead of sweat drips down my forehead. The bottle is almost all the way inside me.
“OHHHHH!” I cry as the bottle fully impales my pussy.
My tight snatch has been stretched many times since I arrived here at Twisted Ranch, but I still relish the feeling of fullness as my taut lips splay around large insertions. Bit by bit, I work the bottle deeper into my hole, sawing it in and out, further and further inside me.
When I have at least 2 ½ or 3 inches inside me, Henry and Lucas get out of their recliners, cocks still in their hands, to take a closer look.
“Fuck yourself with the bottle, Ava,” Lucas says, his voice gravelly.
The bottle is pretty wet now, so I grasp the neck with both hands and begin to grind it in and out of my pussy.
The men are jerking their cocks furiously now, their meat cannons aimed right at my face.
“Harder! Scream for me!” Henry blurts out.
I look at Lucas.
“Do it. Harder.”
I tilt my hips further to allow the bottle to go deeper. Color floods my cheeks as I think about how I must look: a depraved whore fucking her pussy frantically with an empty beer bottle. I’ve sunk down in the chair, giving myself an eye level view of my own debasement. I am reminded of the gangbang rack used for my initiation.
Harder and faster, I abuse my stretched hole. The pain is increasing, but so is my pleasure.
My clit is begging for attention. I let go of the bottle with one hand and move a finger to stimulate my engorged bud. Lucas slaps my hand away.
“Both hands on the bottle!”
“Harder!”
“Harder!”
I’m not sure which one is ordering me now, but I obey, slamming the bottle into my bruised cunt. The men are jacking their cocks, their breath becoming raspy as they approach release.
There is a great roar, from Henry as he orgasms, squirting cum all over my face and breasts. Lucas isn’t far behind, cumming with a grunt as more hot, sticky spunk spatters my naked body.
I stop fucking myself with the bottle as Henry sits back down in his recliner.
“Damn, Lucas, she really gave herself a pounding,” remarks Henry, wiping sweat from his brow. “You’ve trained her well.”
Lucas smiles at the compliment.
“Good girl, Ava,” he says, looking down at me. I let go of the bottle still inside me.
“Open up, babygirl.” He grabs the neck of the bottle and shoves it in almost all the way to the neck.
I scream in pain, but I don’t move.
“Stay. If the bottle falls out, I’ll take you to the Punishment Room tomorrow.”
He returns to his recliner, sits back down, and turns the tv back on. I’ve been used and left on display. My clit throbs with unsatisfied need as the beer bottle holds its unyielding stretching of my delicate pussy. I can feel the globs of cum drying on my skin.
“So,” Henry says, clearly continuing a conversations started before I was summoned, “what time should I pick up Ava for play time Friday night?”
Play time? Lucas was loaning me out? He’d let others use me at play parties occasionally for group performances, but he’d never loaned me out before. Henry was well known for his propensity for anal play. I’d caught glimpses of him brutalizing some of the other submissives here at Twisted Ranch in the Play Room. My pleasure nub swells at the thought of what he might do to me. I twist a little in my chair, wishing I could rub it to release.
Lucas shoots me a warning glance. I hold still.
“How about 7 pm?”
“Great.”
With that decided, the two men settle in to watch Sports Center, leaving me stuffed and covered in their cum until the show ends and Henry leaves.
On the Hook
Friday morning dawns clear and bright. Morning training with Lucas is light in anticipation of the rigors of my loan this evening to Henry.
“Will you be there watching?” I ask Lucas as he towels off after his morning shower.
“No. I am going to be travelling with Daniel to look at some new equipment for the Play Room and the Punishment Room. That’s why Henry asked about borrowing you.”
Lucas had mentioned an upcoming trip with the leader of Twisted Ranch, but I didn’t realize it was happening today. I feel a rising panic.
“Who will do my aftercare?”
“I talked to Joe yesterday. Beth will do it.”
Relief floods over me. Beth is my best friend here at Twisted Ranch. I know she will take good care of me.
“Do you…ummm…know what Henry has planned for me?” I ask tentatively.
“Yes. He discussed his plans with me.”
I wait.
“I won’t spoil the surprise, but his proclivities are well known,” Lucas winks at me. “I’d recommend using your anal trainers today. And you’ll definitely want to take an enema.”
~~~~~~~~~~
After Lucas leaves with Daniel, I use the last hour before my time with Henry to prepare my ass for the abuse I know it will receive tonight.
Clean and well-lubed, I tie a pink striped sarong around my waist and make my way across the compound to the large cinderblock building which houses the Play Room and the Punishment Room. As I push open the red door leading into the Play Room, the black door across the hall opens and I hear blood-curdling screams from the Punishment Room.
I resist the urge to turn around. Women—all submissives—are not allowed to watch activities in the Punishment Room. The men often enter the room to watch or participate, but women are only allowed to enter if they are being punished. I’d only been punished a few times and always for relatively minor offences, so the punishments were not severe.
The Play Room is not very busy yet tonight. It is easy to spot Henry’s tall frame across the large well-lit room. I work my way across to him, weaving around equipment and furniture designed to hold submissives in a variety of positions.
Henry stands next to a low, wide, padded bench. His wife Connie is standing next to him. I don’t know her very well—although I do remember her from my initiation. Connie is at least fifteen years older than me, probably in her mid 30s. She and Henry have lived here at Twisted Ranch for nearly ten years. Beth told me Connie is actually a Switch—a BDSM practitioner who enjoys both dominant and submissive roles. Only male dominants are permitted in our community, but Henry often borrows other subs and gives Connie a chance to explore her sadistic tendencies as his assistant.
Connie is holding basket filled with a collection of ropes, clamps, spreaders, and other tools I can’t quite see.
“Ah, the beautiful Ava has arrived.” Henry smiles.
“Yes, Sir Henry,” I respond, “I’m here to serve you. What pleases you?”
Henry points to the bench.
“Get on your hands and knees, slut, over this bench.”
The heavy bench sits about a foot off the ground and is anchored into the floor. I drop to my knees and put my hands on the other side of the bench, allowing the padded center to support my midsection.
“Move forward so your tits swing free and then open your knees wider apart. I don’t want anything blocking my access to your holes.”
I follow his directions and wait.
“Secure my little anal fuck toy, Connie.”
“Yes, Sir Henry.”
Connie buckles padded leather restraints onto my wrists and attaches them to the front legs of the bench so my weight is supported entirely by the padded bench. She wraps leather straps around my thighs and buckles them to the rear le
gs of the bench, allowing unfettered access to both my holes. My arms and legs are completely immobilized.
Henry circles me, taking me in from all angles.
“Perfect, Connie. Now, get her hair in a ponytail.”
Connie straddles my back and runs a brush through my long blonde hair. She is surprisingly gentle. She brushes it back into a high ponytail and secures it with a rubber band.
Henry shows me a large shiny metal hook with a metal ball the size of a billiard ball on one end. I saw several of these in the cabinet when Beth gave me a tour of the Play Room before my initiation, but I haven’t ever seen one in use.
“This ball,” he says with a gleam in his eye. “ is about the same size as that beer bottle you swallowed into your greedy little pussy the other night. But this doesn’t go into your pussy, Ava. Do you want to guess where it goes?”
“My…uh…my ass?” I stammer.
He smiles broadly and nods.
“Lube her up, Connie.”
Behind me I feel cold liquid drip down my ass crack. Connie rubs the lube across my tight rosebud before slipping a finger into my darkest hole. In and out she works the lube, first with one finger and then with two. Fortunately, I had used several butt plugs today, working my way up to two inches in preparation for tonight.
When she is satisfied I am ready, she withdraws her fingers and Henry kneels behind me. I feel the cold metal of the ball press against my well-oiled hole. It seems impossibly huge. He begins moving it slowly against my hole with small circular movements, using firm, steady pressure.
“Relax,” he says, as he pushes harder to breach my resisting sphincter. I remind myself this ball is only a little bigger than the largest plug I used this afternoon. But unlike the plug, the ball is not tapered.
Connie is next to me stroking my hair, brushing a loose strand out of my eyes.
The ball begins to open my rear pucker. I groan in escalating pain. Henry increases his pressure, pushing harder and harder. I bear down to make the penetration easier.
“Come on, take it, Ava. Take it,” Connie whispers in my ear. “Open your back door for my Master.”
I feel more lube being poured around my already stretching ass. The pressure is relentless. I bear down again, grunting from the effort. I can feel it pushing deeper.
