She’d only had nine marks last time, but she’d been working hard to get better.
She crawled to them on the oversized mattress, breathing slow, measured. Boone lifted her easily, settled her on his thick thighs like she weighed nothing. His cock was already hard against her back, his hands heavy on her hips. Kenny took the clamps from her nipples and tossed them to the side. She gave a little shriek when he removed the clit clamp, but he took his place to her left, with Silas on her right.
Playtime was over, time to get serious.
Silas handed her the lube.
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She warmed the lube in her palms before reaching for their waiting cocks, and her hands moved with purpose and rhythm. Not too fast. Not too tight. Just right.
Boone shifted her up, and his thick fingers spread her open from behind.
No mercy.
The fat head of his cock forced its way in, stretching her with no warning, and then he drove deep in a single, punishing thrust. Pain flared white-hot, and her body bucked forward, but her hands didn’t falter. She bore down, forced herself to stay in it. To stay focused, toserve.
She adjusted her grip for her new angle, a little tighter, working the shaft of Kenny’s cock with practiced precision, angling to give more attention to the head the way he liked, twisting gently at the end of each stroke while keeping the rhythm steady.
No twists for Silas though. Straight up and down, firm and fast, just over the lip of the head and thenslamback down to mimic the brutal way he fucked her.
Her ass throbbed, muscles spasming with each of Boone’s brutal thrusts, but she let her body do what it’d been trained todo. The ache blurred at the edges. Her hands moved on memory and pattern, on obedience.
Boone sped, Kenny’s cock twitched in her hand, and she gave it a squeeze before adjusting her pace to match Boone’s thrusts without breaking tempo.
And stayed steady with Silas. Up and down, faster over time, just over the head and back down hard, like he was slamming into her holes with brutal force.
Boone fucked her harder, jostling her more with every savage thrust. Her jaw was clenched tight, thighs burning from the angle, arms shaking with the effort of keeping steady strokes. Her triceps screamed, but she didn’t stop. Couldn’t stop.
Every muscle ached from the repetitive movement, the relentless demand for precision, for pressure, for rhythm. Her hands moved like tools, like extensions of her will, stroking Kenny and Silas the way each preferred, every motion deliberate despite the chaos Boone pounded into her from behind.
Her whole body jolted when Boone finally grunted and spilled inside her ass, but her grip didn’t falter. Not even then.
Not until Kenny said, “Next position.”
She moved fast, shifting and twisting around until her lips were sealed around Kenny’s shaft. She sucked him deep without hesitation despite the fact her jaw throbbed from clenching, and her thighs trembled from holding herself in place while Boone had fucked her hard and fast.
Silas entered her ass with no warning and no gentleness, and her bodyscreamed. Her breath caught, her spine arched in shocked pain, but she moaned low around Kenny’s cock instead of gagging. She accepted what they gave her like a good fucktoy, and she held the rhythm because this was about service. Her pleasure wasn’t part of the equation, so she blocked her own needs and focused on theirs.
Kenny groaned. “Fuck, that’s better. Good job, little whore.”
“She’s getting there,” Silas said. “Took a hell of a lot of cock to break her in, to teach the bitch how to be a proper pleasure-whore.”
She focused on being a vessel to Silas while she pleasured Kenny. If she got caught up in Silas’s taunts, she’d fuck up.
When Boone returned, his cock was only semi-hard, and she curled her hand around it and worked him with the firm, smooth strokes he prefers.
And kept her hand moving.
Her nose pressed against Kenny’s torso with every bob, throat relaxing on instinct now, the angle burned into her. Boone grew harder in her grip, and she adjusted her pace a little faster, then faster still until she nearly matched the vicious rhythm of Silas pounding her from behind.
She was aware of everything.
The stretch and raw friction in her ass, the burn in her shoulders, the heat in her hand, the slick choke of Kenny’s cock in her throat while she worked herself up and down on it.
She was present, aware of every man’s needs, every cock, but she let muscle memory do the work while her mind catalogued needed adjustments.
And she didn’t stop.
