“I’ll accept that, see, sweetcheeks, it’s not that hard.” Bravo teases her and reaches towards me, taking the gag from my hand. He holds it up in front of her. His scar twitches in the corners as he smiles like a crazed maniac. “Open wide”
Red bristles for a second then gives in and opens her mouth. He jams the rubber ball in with no grace, causing her to actually gag.
Bravo buckles it behind her head, securing it a notch too tight, and I can see the leather straps digging into her flesh. Red gurgles out something, but it’s unintelligible.
B grabs her waist and throws her over his shoulder. “Hey little bro, go open the stockade.” That causes my lips to turn up in glee. I spin and stalk towards the dungeon.
I can’t wait to play. Alpha and Bravo follow behind as I open the door, and I know they are just as excited.
Chapter 25
The fucker is carrying me like a sack of potatoes, but I don’t want to make it worse. My fists clench the back of B’s shirt instead of banging on his back.
C opens a door, and Al trails behind us. When I crane my head up, I see it’s the sex room I was in last night.
C is lifting the slate on the footboard and the holes separate. Bravo puts me on my feet, grabs my hair and forces me towards it.
I curse them out, but the stupid gag only allows gargled noises to come out.I dig my heels into the rug, trying to pull out of his grasp, but it’s no use. B bends me over and sits my neck in the bigger circle while Al grabs my hands and fits them into the smaller holes.
The board comes down and traps me in place. I wiggle my hands in an attempt to free them, but there’s no give. I can’t see anything except the bed, but I can hear them moving around behind me.
Something smooth traces over my ass, and my body stiffens. I’m not sure if it’s Al or B that speaks up. “I’ll be nice and start with a beginner flogger. You’re lucky I didn’t bust out the cat.”
What’s he talking about?
I’m so confused and don’t expect what’s coming when something whips across my flesh. It makes me cry out as pain sears my ass cheeks.
I brace for the second, and this one comes to the back of my thighs, below my ass cheeks. Fiery pain consumes me, tears sting my eyes as the flogger's tails kiss my skin.
The third is on my ass again, my rump heating up. Whoever is doing it is switching between the backs of my legs and butt cheeks. On the 6th lash, a sob breaks free and tears stream down my face in heavy droplets.
Someone’s hand grabs my ass, and I whimper as callous fingers dig into the sensitive flesh, pushing down on the welts. A weird mix of pain and euphoria floods my nervous system.
The hand softens and strokes my abused cheeks. I can hear them talking to each other, but I can’t make out what they are saying. My heartbeat echoes in my ears with my pathetic sobs that get stuck behind the gag.
The hand trails down until it’s between my legs, running its fingers through my lower lips and retreats just as quickly. I’m mortified because I can feel the slick between them.
My body likes what was done, and that terrifies me.
But I am.
I hear the faint sound of a zipper and feel someone step up behind me. The fucker runs his dick up and down my drenched folds, circling my clit with the head, and fuckme because it feels good. Nothing they do should feel good.
Have they already broken me?
How could I enjoy being whipped?
It’s unnatural and wrong!
The cock notches at my entrance, something cold circling the head of his dick, almost like metal. Oh, fuck, it’s the same feeling from when my ass was tornapart. I’m dealing with C.
He slams in, his pelvis flush with my ass as I scream, a row of piercings digging into my inner muscles as I clamp around the intrusion. The fucker has more than one rod on his dick! Who does that?
C doesn’t give me a moment to adjust. He pulls out to the tip and pounds back in. Jack hammering his hips as he decimates my poor vagina.
At first, I’m gasping and sobbing, then it slowly turns to moans and whines as the pain morphs into pleasure. My pussy pulses and sucks him deeper into my hole. Shame floods my body as I realize I’m acting like the whore they accuse me of being.
I’m so lost in bliss from the fucking that I barely notice when pain flashes across my back. Al or B must have picked up the flogger.
