She dropped into spread-kneel, throat on fire, spit swinging in a string from her chin.
“Four.” Kenny’s voice this time, and she scrambled into inspection pose, legs trembling.
“Six.” Knees tucked, head down. She hit the floor fast, tucked tight with her arms above her head, body reacting before her thoughts could catch up.
“Five.” Chest to floor, but she moved her arms to the wrong spot and the collar exploded against her thigh. Fire surged up her leg, nerve-deep, yanking a silent scream from her as her body convulsed and crumpled.
Silas crouched in front of her, grabbed her jaw with bruising fingers and slapped her cheek once, then twice, barely hard enough to burn, but it did the job of reminding her she was being trained, and failing.
“Bad pet,” he said, then let her go like she was something unclean.
He rocked back onto his heels, unzipping as he settled. “Seven.”
She crawled forward on elbows and knees, mitts dragging across the rug, mouth open before her brain even finished parsing the command, and he shoved down her throat, fucking her mouth like it was a thing. One hand cupped the back of her bald head, driving her down with force until her face was pressed against him, the other squeezed and pinched her nipple like she was furniture with features.
“Better tits than I expected. Useless hips, though. Not built for birthing pups. At least they’ll be decent to hang on to.”
Boone snorted. “Mouth’s tight enough.”
“Cunt’s sloppy,” Kenny said, spreading her folds with clinical fingers, shoving them into her, adding another to spread her more, judging out loud like she wasn’t there. “Warm hole, but nothing special.”
Her humiliation burned hotter than the shocks had earlier, but her body betrayed her — cunt twitching, aching, desperate for cock, foranything. She wasn’t a woman anymore. Just a set of holes, waiting. Needing.
Silas pushed her off him and wiped his cock on her tear-slick cheek like she was a rag, then stood and walked to the sofa, pulling his shirt off. “I’m bored with this. Let’s try the new slave out proper.”
“Crawl,” Boone ordered, and she scrambled forward on the rug, mitts slipping against the fibers.
Silas lounged back on the sofa, naked and hard. Boone gripped her by the front of her collar and pulled her up to her knees. His broad hands clamped around her torso and he dragged her up like dead weight, then lowered her onto Silas’s cock. Her swollen cunt, already raw and burning from the brutality with the brush, stretched wide as she was impaled onto Silas in a single punishing, relentless stretch. Her knees scrabbled for purchase, face-down over his chest. She shook, mitts useless, body shaking as Silas ground her hips down, forcing the tender flesh to open and take every inch.
Seconds later, her tender flesh finally filled, her body betrayed her, and she shattered, clenching around him in a sharp, humiliating orgasm, a silent, mute sob tearing from her throat as she buried her face against his chest.
“Well, fuck,” Silas drawled, grinding her hips down harder. “Didn’t take much. Cunt’s so raw it came just from being filled.”
“Nothing but a hole with a hair-trigger,” Boone sneered from above, and he popped her hard on the ass.
Kenny chuckled, stepping closer. “Means she’ll be useful. Pussy this needy, this easy? That’s the kind of pet you can just cram your dick into, and she’ll do all the work.”
“Or ruins the sheets every damn time,” Boone muttered, wrapping his hand around her skull, thumb hooking under herchin, and he wrenched her head up to show her red, tear-smeared face. “Messy little cumdump.”
Silas thrust into her from below, slow and deliberate, grinding her battered cunt deeper and harder onto his cock. “Hot little cunt. Squeeze, bitch. Let’s feel those muscles.”
She obeyed, locking down tight, trembling with the effort, but she hadn’t realized Kenny was lining up for her ass, and he shoved in hard with a single savage thrust, driving past every clenched muscle.
The burn was blinding. Her whole body bowed, caught between them — Silas spearing her from below, Kenny tearing her open from behind. The pressure crushed the breath from her lungs, her insides stretched past agony, cunt grinding down harder on Silas’s cock as her ass was split wide, no warning, no mercy.
She sobbed silently, face buried in Silas’s chest, the pain so sharp it eclipsed thought, and still they held her in place and kept fucking her.
Boone shifted her head so it hung off the side, and shoved his cock into her mouth before she realized what he was doing. He looped a finger into the D-ring under her chin and drove in harder, forcing her throat open, driving until spit poured down her chin and her eyes watered.
She was nothing but holes. Stuffed full, stretched wide, her body bent and impaled in three directions at once. Pinned and stuffed. Used like a living, three-holed fleshlight.
Silas slammed into her cunt, Kenny pistoned her ass, Boone fucked her throat raw, all of them talking over her like she was a doll made to be fucked.
Silas braced her hips and thrust up, Kenny slammed into her from behind, Boone set a brutal rhythm down her throat, and their voices cut sharp over her muffled gags:
“Cunt’s tight enough for me.”
“Ass grips like a vice.”
