"Tell our princess what I'm doing."
"He's… he's pumping in my ass… with a dildo." He lets out a choked cry. "While I have clamps attached… to my taint and balls."
"And you're both doing so well. Why don't you let Cora take over, prince? Crawl forward and lay on your back. And if that dildo falls out, you're gonna sit in the corner, watch us, and never touch yourself."
"No, Sir. I'll be good," Jay says quickly as he makes his way up and flips over.
"Cora baby, slowly reach out your hand and feel for the base of the dildo." I find the wide, circular, suction cup base and gently hold on. "That's it. Good. Now slowly work him."
I never thought I'd do something like this, but right now I am simply an extension of Marco. I am his to command.
As I slowly penetrate him, Jay lets out a low, inaudible mumble.
Then I feel it—the head of Marco's length pushing through my clamp-bitten folds. My left hand clenches the comforter as I continue to push into Jay with the other hand.
"God, princess, look at you," he says in awe. "I love the way your cunt swallows me."
With the sharp pain zipping through me and the invasion of his thick and generous sex into mine, I welcome him eagerly. Moaning into the bed, my muffled sounds are barely perceptible next to Jay's whimpers.
"I know, baby." I'm not entirely sure which one of us he's calling baby, but it doesn't matter. We’re both his.
While pumping into me harder and with a demanding grip, Marco spreads my ass and I hear him spit—and a wet splatter hits my asshole. As his groin slams into me, creating even more pain as the clamps pull against my skin.
"You like it when I play here, don't you, princess?" he growls, rubbing a fingertip through his saliva, teasing my rosebud.
"Yes, Sir."
"You want to get fucked in the ass just like our prince? You want me to use my fingers to do that?"
"Yes, Sir. I'll take anything you give me. I'm yours."
After spitting a few more times, he pushes a slick finger in and pumps his hips. "That's right. Now take off your blindfold, Cora. Then, I want you to slowly—and I mean slowly—pull off each clothespin from Jay.”With my left hand I untie the easy knot from behind my head and look forward to see Jay's ass and testies staring right at me. And yeah—he's right. Five wooden clothespins are attached to his delicate golden skin.
I let go of the bright blue dildo, and as I touch the first pin, I focus on his face. I haven't even pulled it off yet, but he's making a pained look, like he knows what's about to happen—bracing himself for it.
And then I pull one of them off his sack as Marco pulls one off me.
"Shit—fuck!" Jay and I both scream as Marco pounds into me.
"Keep fucking him, Cora. Scoot over a bit and use the other hand to fuck his ass with that thing. When you feel me pull a clamp, you pull one of his. Understood?"
"Yes, Sir." I whimper, and I feel even more fingers push inside me. I'm not sure how much is in there now. I'm not sure if it's one or two… all I know is it's tight and I love it.
I feel another clothespin start to pull and I do the same to Jay, pulling one from his taint—the skin stretching and pin popping off, leaving a writhing man coming undone at my thrusting, as well as red marks peppering his beautiful skin. Tears start to emerge from both of us. Another clamp pulls, and with it more tears, more sweat, more pounding. Then I feel Marco pull his finger out of my ass and a second later, something cool and smooth slides over my butt. A light tap. Another.
It's the paddle. Oh shit.
Crack!
Crack!
Another clamp tugs on my labia and I pull one from Jay's inner thigh. He squirms and as the pain reaches a crescendo for me. Marco pulls it off, thrusts hard, and paddles me even harder.
I scream into the bed.
With a voice that can only be described as demonic, Marco growls, "What do you say, princess?"
I turn my head so he can hear me clearly. "Thank you, Sir!" I cry out.
