Her jaw ached before she even took him in, still stretched from training the day before. Kenny’s cock hit the back of her throat with brutal familiarity, and she choked once before settling into rhythm — suction, tongue, breathe, repeat.
Boone’s cock was only half-hard, and she wrapped her hand around it, thumb brushing the slit as she stroked.
Then Silas pushed into her ass, still raw and gaping from Boone, and the burn was too much. Her body fought it. Her mind fled.
And her hand stopped moving.
Scratch. Eight.
She whimpered, adjusted, but then her jaw trembled around Kenny and she gagged, pulled back too far, lost the seal. Losthim.
Scratch. Nine.
Silas grabbed her hips and fucked into her deeper, harder, like he wanted to break something loose, and every time he bottomed out, she lost the thread. Boone went soft in her hand.
Scratch. Ten.
“Unacceptable,” Kenny murmured, and the disappointment in his voice hurt more than the marks on the board.
Her hands shook. Her mouth flooded with drool. Her cunt clenched on nothing, aching to be filled, to be used, but this wasn’t about getting off. It was about service. Obedience. Control.
And she was failing.
Fifteen. Twenty.
When Silas came in her ass, Kenny pulled her off his cock and gave her a moment to breathe.
“Let’s see if you can fuck yourself properly while your mouth’s busy,” he said.
She climbed into his lap and lowered herself down, his cock sliding into her cunt, and she moaned.Finally filled.
Her thighs quivered. Her inside muscles grabbed at him, the beginnings of orgasm inches away if she’d only start moving.
Silas sat in front of her and snapped clamps onto both nipples. No warmup. No warning. She cried out and froze.
Scratch.
She rocked her hips, bounced on Kenny’s cock as best she could, but the burn from Silas’s clamps pulled her focus. Then he started twisting them, pulling, teasing, letting them go only to snap them back on again.
She stopped moving.
Scratch.
And again.
Scratch.
Boone’s cock was hard again now, ready, and she was supposed to stroke it while she fucked herself on Kenny and endured Silas’s sadism — but her hand was frozen, her cunt too full of need, her mind gone molten and useless.
Her body betrayed her over and over.
Thirty. Thirty-five.
Her legs cramped.
Forty-two.
Her asshole still throbbed from earlier. Her hands were slick with sweat and lube. Her cunt ached from need, her thighs throbbed from the angle. Her brain was clouded from arousal and denial, from trying to stay focused, from the weight of everything she wasn’t doing right.
