Stigmata

by L M Adams

  “Shut up!” He roars in my face, “You deserve this you evil bitch!” He holds my wrist with one hand and uses the other to force my legs apart.

  “No!” I cry out as he surges into my evil pussy filling it with more cock than a man should have.

  My stomach flutters with need, yes Luey… make me pay.

  “There we are, look at you… slut,” he moans low as he fucks his evil bitch of a wife.

  I moan as he punishes my cervix, the tip of him pounding into my core relentlessly and without mercy. Fuck it feels good, he feels so fucking good and my body responds to him like it always does… ready to come, ready for that heady release of endorphins and pleasure. My body submits to him and so does my heart.

  “Get the collar on her,” he holds deeply within me, pinning me down with his hands and his cock.

  He had no intention of letting me enjoy this, he fucked me to get me under control… the traitorous beast!

  Jack is fast getting the collar on me, my mind and body under the fog of Lucien’s dominance swimming with pleasure – I can’t think straight enough to be able to fight them off.

  As soon as he buckles the collar on, I know it’s not a normal collar. It’s the kind the Kindred uses to subdue supernaturals, it’s the kind of collar that cuts a supernatural off from their power base. I reach for my inner succubus; I reach for the power to turn their lust into a weapon – but it isn’t there.

  “No!” I howl, “Please no.” I beg them, as I think of what happened the last time I had no power.

  “You brought this on yourself!” Lucien roars and begins fucking me again and I can’t do a thing to stop him. “Gag her!”

  “Luey no! Luey I’ll be good, I’ll do what you want, please don’t do this. Please!”

  I turn my head away as Jack tries to fit the gag in my mouth, Lucien grabs me by chin, forcing me to look up at him.

  “Obedience slut.”

  “Please,” I whimper, my vision blurring with tears I don’t want to cry.

  He shakes his head no.

  “I’m sorry, Luey.”

  “You will be,” he promises as Jack forces a large ball gag into my mouth.

  Jack is quick as he buckles it behind my head tight, forcing my mouth open wide. He backs off quickly and I turn my head away as Lucien goes back to making my body feel so fucking good and punishing it at the same time. He knows me, he knows just how I like it… I taught him just how to fuck me and I taught him well.

  “Don’t try to use the eventide against us, Jae… you know you deserve this baby, tell me you understand.”

  He reaches between our bodies and begins rubbing my clit, my pussy spasms around the thickness of him. Goddess help my traitorous body as I moan and inch closer to that orgasm he’s forcing me to have.

  I whimper behind the gag closing my eyes trying to hide how much I missed being a victim, how much something inside of me will always want to be taken like slave.

  “Submit!” he yells, and I nod crying.

  “Hood her,” he orders Jack as he pulls from me, leaving my pussy needy and my heart torn – how could I let them do this to me?

  I roll to my side crying, too weak and too heart torn to fight back as Jack slides the black cloth bag over my head, making it very clear that I have no control here.

  The feel of my hands and arms being bound, Lucien lifting me and hefting me over his shoulder like nothing more than a sack of grain. Walking, the stairs, they’re taking me to the dungeon. They’re going to hurt me; they’re going to make me pay.

  I try to steady my breathing and heartbeat as they lay me out flat on the bondage bed. The leather is cold against my back. I feel them yanking my arms and legs in different directions spreading me wide eagle.

  “Now let’s talk,” Jack says and rips the hood from my head suddenly.

  I bare my teeth at him in anger, fuck him, who the fuck does he think he is?!

  He looks down at me, mockingly, “You’re angry?” He reaches down and brushes the back of his hand against my nipple, my body fills with pleasure I don’t want to feel.

  Goddess be, he is gorgeous, naked but for a pair of tight black briefs making his flesh look even paler than usual.

  “She wouldn’t dare show anger towards her masters,” Lucien grumbles and I turn my head to look at him, he has on black briefs as well, the cock that was just inside of me, still hard and pressing against the material.

  I want him, but I’m not willing to sacrifice my pride to have his cock pound my cervix into oblivion… at least not yet.

  He reaches down and brushes my exposed pussy gently.

  I whimper.

  “I think you underestimate our wife,” Jack whispers and tugs on one of my pierced nipples gently.

  I try to focus on my anger, I try to keep that heat going rather than succumb to the heat of their hands on my body.

  “No, I know exactly who I married. An evil,” Lucien slides a finger into me, “little,” he rubs his thumb on my clit, “bitch,” he hisses and pushes his pinky in my ass.

  Whatever war against the pleasure I was trying to wage gets lost, I cry out behind the gag as I stare up into Jack’s unforgiving blue-silver eyes.

  “She’s close,” he whispers and begins tugging on my nipple again.

  Lucien fingers me and rubs my clit at the same time, I’ve been ready to come since he first held me down and fucked me and there is no denying it.

  “Beg,” Jack whispers.

  I inhale sharply refusing to, refusing to give either of them the satisfaction. My legs begin to tremble as the pleasure builds, my pussy squeezing Lucien’s finger as he rubs my clit in gentle circles.

  “Stop,” Jack says and Lucien leaves me on the edge of my orgasm, proving that pride comes before the fall.

  Jack lets go of my nipple and I relax back onto the bondage bed, trying to steady myself. If they think they’re going to win with games of tease and denial, they have another thing coming. I invented the fucking game.

  “She’s going to be difficult,” he looks across me to Lucien, a slight smile on his face.

  Lucien huffs, “That is why we married her,” he looks down at my exposed body like he’d love to devour every inch… as food or to fuck – I can’t really be sure.

  He turns away, walking to the far wall where the secret panel has been opened to reveal the very large assortment of kink toys and accessories.

  “I hope you are prepared for the consequences of your choice,” Jack whispers down at me, his evil eyes filled with delight.

  Oh yes, he loves me, but he loves hurting me, he loves being able to make me cry.

  “Keep her ready, Capaneus,” Lucien orders as he begins selecting items from the wall.

  “My pleasure,” Jack whispers as his hand runs down my body between my breasts, lightly over my stomach, until those long and graceful fingers find my most sensitive bit and begins rubbing it perfectly.

  I groan with unwanted pleasure, still trying to fight from being swept away by my own need. If I crack that’s it, as soon as I need it, want it, they win, because then they’ll be able to make me do anything for it, I will be a good girl for a bit of grace.

  Lucien returns with a silver nipple clamp bar. He fits my pierced flesh between the two thin rods and slides the loop on the ends closed, force the metal closed over my nipples, clamping them both between the thin silver rods.

  The pain with Jack’s supple fingers still working magic between my thighs sends my body closer to that edge of explosive passion.

  “Goddess she’s wet,” Jack groans and reaches into his underwear to stroke himself.

  “Fuck her if you wish, it’s not like she can tell you no,” Lucien laughs as he tugs on the center of the bar, making me cry out with pain behind the gag.

  Jack licks his lips and stands, “We can do anything we wish to her, and she can’t do a single thing to stop us.”

  “Worse, she’ll love it, even as she hates it,” Lucien pushes down his underwear his
massive cock springing free. He looks to Jack as his vampire husband climbs onto the bondage bed and kneels between my thighs. The raw need I see there terrifies me, he loves seeing me used, he loves it and he’s going to show me just how much.

  My thoughts get swept away as Jack slides into my core, filling me with his cock, I cry out from the pleasure of having him inside of me. Rubbing and teasing those special places only his cock knows how to tease and rub.

  Lucien grabs me by my throat and puts one knee on the bed as he begins stroking his cock right near my face. I yank against my bonds trying to break free but not wanting to, not really wanting to at all because Jack is giving me the dick like only he could.

  “Don’t you dare come, whore,” Lucien flexes his fingers on the thick leather collar, reminding me he could snap my pretty little neck with a thought.

  Jack moves in me with grace and rhythm and speed. Goddess help me, I feel my resolve begin to wane.

  “I’m going to come,” Jack moans, “her pussy, it’s so good, fuck it’s good.”

  “Yes,” Lucien groans, the pleasure spreading across his features as he watches Jack fuck me senseless.

  “No,” I beg behind the gag as I watch his hand speed up, jerking off that massive cock, ready to release his load all over my face.

  But like he said, I don’t get to decide what happens to me… all I can do is close my eyes as his body jerks and he whimpers, spilling his hot come over my gaged mouth and across my cheek to run down the side of my face slowly.

  “Filth,” he growls and tucks his cock back into his underwear letting my throat go.

  Jack finishes inside of me and pulls from my pussy as I crack and the tears of despair begin.

  “Don’t cry now,” Jack yanks the nipple bar up sending a wave of unexpected pain through my body.

  But I can’t help it and I feel myself give over to it as Lucien climbs between my thighs and Jack kneels beside my face. They teach me quickly what disobedience gets me, they remind me of my place… they remind me that I am a Baby Girl and they are my Daddies and I had no business not being obedient in the first place.

  I hate myself for begging to come behind the come covered ball gag as they play with my used pussy, I hate that I can still want to after they’ve used me like this. But I don’t get to have any control over what happens or what I feel.

  “I think she’s getting the idea,” Jack whispers and turns my head to unbuckle the gag. “Aren’t you?”

  I nod my head over a heart wrenching silent cry, my face a mess of tears and their pleasure.

  “Do you like it when Daddy Lucien punishes your nasty snatch?” Daddy Jack asks as he pulls the bar up, pulling my flesh from my body ruthlessly, my pierced nipples aching so badly now the pain is almost all consuming.

  “Yes, Daddy Jack,” I cry out as Daddy Lucien beats my clit with the crop.

  “You have an evil little cunt,” Daddy Lucien whacks it again making my body jerk with pain.

  “Yes Daddy Lucien!” I cry out.

  “Say it!”

  “I have an evil little cunt, Daddy Lucien,” I tremble with pain and fear and an aching need.

  They’ve been working me for hours I need to come so badly I’ll do anything for it.

  My breathing is heavy and deep, “Please no more, I’m sorry, please no more.”

  Jack brushes back my sweat soaked hair and stands, “We’ve just begun, my love.” He strokes his cock, “open.”

  I turn my head so he can slide his cock between my lips. Daddy Lucien begins beating the tender flesh on the inside of my thighs as Daddy Jack fucks my filthy face.

  “There’s a good girl,” Daddy Jack moans, “make me come and I’ll give you a little break.”

  But it takes so long, he’s come so much already and it takes so long to make him come again. The insides of my thighs are on fire from Daddy Lucien’s punishment. By the time Daddy Jack spills onto my breasts, covering them in droplets of pearl pleasure I’ve lost whatever threads of myself I still was holding onto. They come as much as they want, where they want.

  “Good girl,” Daddy Jack murmurs shaking the last bit of pleasure from his dick.

  Daddy Lucien puts down the crop, “Thank you,” I cry out, joy in my heart until he climbs between my legs.

  “You promised!” I scream as Daddy Lucien fits between my thighs.

  I yank at my bonds and cry out a broken sound as he pushes into my swollen, needy pussy.

  “Please, you promised,” I look to Daddy Jack crying.

  “I’m not touching you, slut,” Daddy Jack turns away.

  Daddy Lucien has so much cock and he’s fucked me so much, coming and filling my nasty snatch so much.

  “You don’t decide what happens here, whore,” Daddy Lucien growls and pounds into my pussy.

  All I can do is scream as he fucks me, as he wrecks me again and again.

  They play their evil game until I learn my lesson, until I accept finally that I have no control here. If they want to fuck my nasty snatch, they will. If they want to fuck my mouth and come on my face or breasts, they will. If they want to take the crop to me, they will, and all I can do is say…

  “Thank you, Daddy Lucien,” I whisper as he finishes on my face again.

  They unlock my arms and legs from the bondage bed, now that I’m obedient in every way. If they want me from behind, they can have me. If they want to paddle my bottom, they can do so. If they want to smack me and call me names, I keep my eyes down and agree with their opinion of me.

  Gone is everything but the Baby Girl.

  50

  Baby Girl

  I’m kneeling on the floor grabbing my own ankles with my legs spread apart. I’m not allowed to move. Daddy Jack is pulling at the nipple clamp bar as he fingers my evil little cunt.

  This is a lesson in obedience. I’m not allowed to move, there’s nothing holding me here but my own dedication to prove to them that I can be a good girl.

  “Please,” I cry out, eyes squeezed tightly shut as he yanks at the bar.

  “Please what?!” He snaps at me.

  “Stop,” I whisper pleading with him to have mercy on me. I can’t help it, I need him to stop hurting me.

  He scoffs with disgust, “She still hasn’t learned!” He lets me go and stands up.

  Terror grips me and I throw myself down at his feet to beg, “Please, mercy, I’ve learned my lesson, please, Daddy Jack.”

  He kneels down and grabs me by the back of my neck, “Beat her.”

  It doesn’t take long for the feel of Daddy Lucien’s whip across my already battered flesh to come.

  “Harder, split her flesh,” Daddy Jack orders him and the real pain begins.

  My body locks up with the pain as one Daddy holds me down on the cold hard floor and the other Daddy sets my flesh ablaze with pain.

  I get ten of the naughty girl lashes before Daddy Jack lets me say I’m sorry with his dick in my mouth.

  He forgives me and we start the lesson again. Me on my knees, arms behind my back as I hold my ankles and he pulls on the bar while he plays in my evil little cunt.

  “Now what do you say?” Daddy Jack asks, his cold blue eyes staring at me.

  “Thank you, Daddy Jack and Daddy Lucien,” I whisper, my bottom lip trembling with pain and fear.

  He pulls the bar harder, “Thank you Daddy Jack!” I scream.

  He shoves two fingers in me, “Thank you Daddy Jack!”

  He pulls on the bar, “Thank you Daddy Jack!”

  He shoves another finger in me, “Thank you Daddy Jack!”

  He twists the bar, “Thank you Daddy Jack!”

  He rubs my clit, “Thank you Daddy Jack!”

  He rips the bar from my nipples just before I’m about to come, ruining my orgasm, “Thank you Daddy Jack!”

  “Good girl,” He pulls me into him to cry as I howl like a wounded beast.

  I feel Daddy Lucien kneel behind me and spread me so he can fuck me as I hurt. He likes fucking me be
st when I feel like this.

  He grabs my hips as he drives his massive cock up and into me, “Thank you Daddy Lucien,” I cry into Daddy Jack.

  Daddy Jack fondles my abused breasts, making them ache again, “thank you Daddy Jack.”

  I let them do whatever they want to me and thank them all the while.

  “There’s a good girl,” Daddy Jack encourages me as Daddy Lucien grunts with pleasure, “make your Daddy come, squeeze that evil little cunt on him.”

  I do as I’m told as I hide my face in Daddy Jack’s neck, “Where can Lucien come?”

  “Wherever he wants, Daddy Jack,” I whimper into him.

  “On your face?”

  “Yes, Daddy Jack,”

  “But I thought you didn’t like that,” Daddy Jack pinches my sore nipple harder.

  “I want to be a good girl, Daddy Jack.”

  Daddy Jack nods, “She’s learned her lesson.”

  Daddy Lucien groans and pulls from me and stands up beside us as Daddy Jack grabs me by the hair at my nape and turns my head towards Daddy Lucien’s cock. Daddy Lucien rubs his cock fast above my face, I close my eyes.

  “Open your eyes!” Daddy Jack yells yanking my head back further.

  I cry out opening my eyes.

  “Beg for it,” Daddy Jack orders.

  “Please come on my face, Daddy Lucien,” I whisper.

  Daddy Lucien growls, “She does not mean it!”

  “Beg him!” Daddy Jack yells and grabs my breast, “I will hang you from the ceiling by your nipples, whore.”

  “Please Daddy, please come on my face!” My voice cracks with desperation. “Please Daddy please, I’ll do anything.”

  “Oh Ra,” Daddy Lucien moans and throws back his head. I didn’t think he’d have so much left, or perhaps the sight of seeing me on my knees, broken and begging just does it for him. His load is thick and heavy and hot.

  I watch it spill from the tip of his massive cock, I feel it land on my face, across my lips, my chin, my cheeks.

  “Lick it up,” Daddy Jack orders me and I begin licking it from my lips and my face as much as I can.

  “Say thank you,” Daddy Jack orders as Daddy Lucien taps the tip of his cock on my cheek, getting every bit out.