Vargr fucked her slowly, a few strokes and not deep. Was he teasing her?
“Fuck her hard a few times then I want her on her knees. I want her mouth.”
Vargr obliged, drove into her, and Rutger smiled as she stared at him, rocked and slapped to and fro, by Vargr, and her breasts pushed to the bench.
The beaster grabbed her hair in his fist and angled back her head for the last… two… thrusts.
By then she was more than a little overcome. “Fuck. Fuck.” She burbled erratically, catching her breath in fits and starts.
She felt Vargr suck out his cock, heard him step away, and she slumped.
“Yeah, she liked it, man. Fuck. Bring her down.” Vargr sniffed then helped Rutger manhandle her to the floor, leaving her on her knees, with her hands still tied at her back and the chain on her collar hanging heavy and leading up the vice.
Her pussy spasmed in at the sight of the two of them standing over her naked, with those very large and enticing erections.
“Let’s both fuck her mouth first.” Vargr grinned. “I know she wants cock in cunt.”
“Shhh,” she whispered, squirming on her heels and feeling her own slickness wet her ankles. Her pussy felt so swollen, so needy. Her breasts heavy.
“You’re definitely more evil.” But Rutger stepped up and took her head in both hands, holding her firmly so she could not escape. He aimed and pushed his cock head into her mouth, waiting as she opened wider, wider. Then he thrust in, fucking her there with little mercy, watching her face avidly, the same as she watched his.
The rise of lust rendered her near thoughtless. She merelywanted, and was the vessel from which he took pleasure.
Once he was done with her, Vargr fucked her mouth also, filling her there, relentlessly pumping, while Rutger stood back stroking himself. When Vargr withdrew, they eyed her, both cocks wet with her saliva, and they pulled at themselves. Whichwas when she noted the difference to Vargr—the nodules on his cock had become nanite red.
That promised… interesting times.
They’d left her empty, everywhere. Her nipples were sticking up, her cunt below and her mouth ached forsomethingof them—cock or fingers or mouth.
She licked her lips and watched for a while, then eventually she whined. “Heyyy. Me?”
“Begging?” Rutger raised a brow. “Say it. What do you want? This?” He ran his fist down his cock and up, squeezed the head. She swore she could feel him entering her when he did that.
She shut her eyes, opened them. “Yes. Please. Fuck me like there’s no fucking tomorrow.” She switched her gaze to Vargr, her almost evil twin. “Fuck me hard.”
“Was that enough pleases?” he asked Rutger.
“No. More.”
Cyn bent forward, a little, pleading with her body, her wrists twisting and straining to be free of the chains, because she was getting inclined to smack them both. “Fuck me. Please! Or else.”
“Uh-uh.” Vargr waggled his finger.
She pouted and wriggled her butt. “Damn you both.” This was excruciating, embarrassing, and so fucking hot. She inhaled, let it out. “Please? I want to feel you both in me. Please?”
“I’m tempted to do her gently with soft kisses and with rose petals strewn on the floor,” Rutger mused.
“And a champagne dinner on a terrace with violins playing?”
They looked at each other and shook their heads. They circled her, Rutger undoing the chain at the vice and at her hands, then drawing her forward, making her crawl to him while he held the chain like a leash.
“Rose petals? Stupid idea.” That was Vargr. “This one likes wrestling with us, being forced to be our fuckdoll, not champagne.”
She flicked her gaze to him, pouted. Well, she’d go for both… being fucked on a table on a terrace, and forced. Instead, they were messing about.
“Both of you are in my bad books now.”
“Oh? Watch your mouth. We get to do the insults when we have you like this.” The mean twinkle in Rutger’s eyes beguiled her.
