the floor, and I thought he was going to put it straight back
where it had come from. He didn’t, but the alternative was probably worse. He
swept his hands across my breasts, sending all of the other clothespins flying
and the blood rushing painfully back where it belonged.
“Number?”
Sixteen
earned me a piece of toast, but then eleven brought eleven strikes from a
riding crop directly onto my clit. We kept working our way through the cubby
holes. I was given steamed vegetables, a few strawberries, and a piece of
string cheese, plus a sip of orange juice.
I
would have had more juice than just a little sip, but Thornton had taken to
twisting the butt plug around in my ass while he frigged my cunt, and then all
of a sudden he pulled the plug free and slammed it home again right as I was
trying to drink, and I spilled the rest of my juice.
In
between all of that, I was flogged on the breasts, caned on the bottoms of my
feet, had a spiked wheel drawn repeatedly over my breasts and abdomen, had ice
cubes held against my tits and clit, and then finally had a tingling, stinging
sort of cream rubbed all over my way-too-fucking sensitive skin. At every
point, Thornton worked on my pussy or ass, or Jones would suck and bite at my
tits, never leaving me even so much as a moment without some sort of crazy,
sexed-up need going on.
And
then we were down to the last cubby hole.
“Give
me a number, Fuck Toy.”
“One,
Master,” I said through my tears of desperation. I couldn’t tell you what I was
desperate for anymore. More pain? An orgasm? An end to it all? I didn’t know.
Jones
once again crossed the room. When he came back, he handed Bradford some sort of
device that looked like a whacked out microphone.
Bradford
hit a button, and the thing buzzed to life. “Don’t come until I tell you to.”
And then he bent to the floor and pressed it against my clit, and I nearly came
off the ground from the shock of it.
I
subconsciously tried to back away, but Thornton pushed me closer. My entire
body bowed back, trying to both escape the touch and get more of it. I was
screaming, and tears were flowing freely, and my legs writhed beneath me, and
still Bradford pressed it into me.
The
need to come was so great that my hands and feet cramped into crazy positions
and I couldn’t move them at all. “Please, Master,” I begged, no longer caring
about anything other than reaching the orgasm that had been building since I
woke up this morning.
A
few more minutes of his torture passed, and then finally, he turned it all the
way up to high. “Come, Fuck Toy.”
I
exploded like a supernova.
The
next thing I knew, I was straddling Jones on a bed, with his cock buried deep
in my cunt, rubbing against the butt plug through the thin membrane with each
thrust. My hands were still cuffed behind my back, and I could still feel a few
of the thumbtacks pressed deep into my knees and lower legs, though at least
they were on a mattress now and not a concrete floor. Thornton came over and
shoved his cock down my throat, grasping my hair to guide me exactly how he
wanted me. I’d barely swallowed him when I felt Bradford toying with the plug
in my ass, sliding it in and out a few times before removing it completely.
Almost
as soon as he did that, he climbed onto the bed behind me and buried his
massive cock in my abused ass hole. No matter how many plugs they’d had in
there, I wasn’t well-stretched enough for his invasion.
I
screamed onto Thornton’s cock, and he held my head tight against his body, my
nose pressed against his pelvis while the other two fucked me in a near-frantic
rhythm. Finally, he released me and I gasped for air.
I
barely had a full breath before he put one hand over each ear and held my head
in place while he picked up the same thrusting pace as the other two. The
mattress squeaked beneath us as the three men filled me in every way, and the
room was filled with wet, slapping sounds and grunts and moans, not to
where it had come from. He didn’t, but the alternative was probably worse. He
swept his hands across my breasts, sending all of the other clothespins flying
and the blood rushing painfully back where it belonged.
“Number?”
Sixteen
earned me a piece of toast, but then eleven brought eleven strikes from a
riding crop directly onto my clit. We kept working our way through the cubby
holes. I was given steamed vegetables, a few strawberries, and a piece of
string cheese, plus a sip of orange juice.
I
would have had more juice than just a little sip, but Thornton had taken to
twisting the butt plug around in my ass while he frigged my cunt, and then all
of a sudden he pulled the plug free and slammed it home again right as I was
trying to drink, and I spilled the rest of my juice.
In
between all of that, I was flogged on the breasts, caned on the bottoms of my
feet, had a spiked wheel drawn repeatedly over my breasts and abdomen, had ice
cubes held against my tits and clit, and then finally had a tingling, stinging
sort of cream rubbed all over my way-too-fucking sensitive skin. At every
point, Thornton worked on my pussy or ass, or Jones would suck and bite at my
tits, never leaving me even so much as a moment without some sort of crazy,
sexed-up need going on.
And
then we were down to the last cubby hole.
“Give
me a number, Fuck Toy.”
“One,
Master,” I said through my tears of desperation. I couldn’t tell you what I was
desperate for anymore. More pain? An orgasm? An end to it all? I didn’t know.
Jones
once again crossed the room. When he came back, he handed Bradford some sort of
device that looked like a whacked out microphone.
Bradford
hit a button, and the thing buzzed to life. “Don’t come until I tell you to.”
And then he bent to the floor and pressed it against my clit, and I nearly came
off the ground from the shock of it.
I
subconsciously tried to back away, but Thornton pushed me closer. My entire
body bowed back, trying to both escape the touch and get more of it. I was
screaming, and tears were flowing freely, and my legs writhed beneath me, and
still Bradford pressed it into me.
The
need to come was so great that my hands and feet cramped into crazy positions
and I couldn’t move them at all. “Please, Master,” I begged, no longer caring
about anything other than reaching the orgasm that had been building since I
woke up this morning.
A
few more minutes of his torture passed, and then finally, he turned it all the
way up to high. “Come, Fuck Toy.”
I
exploded like a supernova.
The
next thing I knew, I was straddling Jones on a bed, with his cock buried deep
in my cunt, rubbing against the butt plug through the thin membrane with each
thrust. My hands were still cuffed behind my back, and I could still feel a few
of the thumbtacks pressed deep into my knees and lower legs, though at least
they were on a mattress now and not a concrete floor. Thornton came over and
shoved his cock down my throat, grasping my hair to guide me exactly how he
wanted me. I’d barely swallowed him when I felt Bradford toying with the plug
in my ass, sliding it in and out a few times before removing it completely.
Almost
as soon as he did that, he climbed onto the bed behind me and buried his
massive cock in my abused ass hole. No matter how many plugs they’d had in
there, I wasn’t well-stretched enough for his invasion.
I
screamed onto Thornton’s cock, and he held my head tight against his body, my
nose pressed against his pelvis while the other two fucked me in a near-frantic
rhythm. Finally, he released me and I gasped for air.
I
barely had a full breath before he put one hand over each ear and held my head
in place while he picked up the same thrusting pace as the other two. The
mattress squeaked beneath us as the three men filled me in every way, and the
room was filled with wet, slapping sounds and grunts and moans, not to
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