Chapter 3
Dakota
My cock was soft even though it was trying desperately to wake up again as the thrum of the plug still hit me deep inside at different speeds.
As a man basically lifted my spent body to stand, the plug moved, making me groan too loud. Whoever was holding me up just laughed, dragging me along in the row of slaves. My knees protested against the movement, pain spiking through my body.
My eyes couldn’t focus, my mind attempting to shut down as each step moved the toy inside of me.
I wanted to grumble and curse the entire world. Instead, I tripped over my feet as my legs refused to work for me.
Peeling my eyes open just enough to make sure that I still did, in fact, have legs, everything around me blurred through black dots.
My body wanted to fall right there on the stage in front of who knows how many people, yet it didn’t get to. The man simply grunted, dragging me along.
By the time I was back in the holding room, the blurring and dizziness had passed. A bottle of water was shoved into my hand while my other hand was roped up and tied to something I couldn’t see behind me.
I chugged down the water, letting the liquid soothe my parched throat.
When was the last time I had anything to drink that wasn’t spiked with some sort of drugs?
I let the bottle fall from my grasp as the plug began again. This time, at full speed.
Already on my knees, I breathed in deep, my cock waking fully back up.
How much more could my body take? There was nothing left.
Tears gathered as I folded onto my side, pulling my legs up towards my chest as much as possible.
The rope dug into my wrist, the material sharp and rough. I let the pull keep me present, trying not to touch my cock as it begged for release.
My balls had to be huge with the need to release, even if there wasn’t anything else left inthem. I didn’t dare touch it, though. I knew better. It didn’t belong to me.
“How many times can one slave cum? I should have tested that out before now.” The one man that had done most of my torment said.
As he ran a hand down my face in what should have been a tender motion, the buzzing amplified more.
How strong could that thing go?
“Oh…please…stop.” I wasn’t sure my words came out between the rattling of my teeth.
“Maybe I should help you out. For the last time’s sake and all that. Or should I let you suffer?”
Just end it all.
“He’s not yours to decide.” The voice was harsh, leaving no room to argue.
As the man stood and turned to face the newcomer, the back of his shoe pressed down on my knee. Which, in turn, made my limb press into my aching, hard cock.
I tried to muffle my groan against my arm.
“Just having a little bit of fun.”
“Remote. Now.”
The vibration stopped, yet my body still moved against my knee, and the foot pressed harder, pushing my cock against the floor in the process.
This time, a whine rumbled in my chest as my cock leaked the very last bit of what was in me out. The floor was rough against my head and side as I exploded. Again.
