Chapter 8
Chapter
Eight
SIERRA
Warm, salty strings of cum pump down my throat and I’m forced to swallow repeatedly in order not to choke. The convulsive action around Erik’s fat cock has him throwing his head back and groaning while he pumps into my mouth.
I have no idea what this contraption is that they’ve strapped around my face, but it’s unrelentingly harsh as it forces my mouth open. Drool and jizz dribble down my chin and there’s no way to stop it.
I blink the tears out of my eyes, but I’m too focused on dragging in some much-needed air to take much notice of what’s happening around me.
My head is a mess, still trying to make sense of this hell I’ve found myself in. In some deep recess of my mind, I’m still clinging to the hope that it’s all a dream. A nightmare I’ll eventually wake up from.
But if it is, it’s not over yet, and somewhere, deep down, I know it’s only just beginning.
The tall man they call Gray steps up in front of me, and a shudder trembles through me as I realize I’ll have to endure it all over again while the third man, Cain, watches, completely enraptured.
Gray looks at me, his expression inscrutable as he collects the mess on my chin and feeds it back into my mouth. I’d spit if I could, but that’s also an impossibility, as is denying the thick, long shaft heading my way.
I suck in a deep breath, like someone who’s about to be submerged under water, as he pushes his cock through the shiny silver ring with a grunt, and then all the way to the back of my throat.
I gag again, more tears replacing the ones I’d just gotten under control, and he stares at me impassively as he threads his fingers painfully through my knotted hair and uses it as leverage as he thrusts to the hilt in long sharp stabs.
“Use the short tail whip,” he grunts to the man behind me. “I want to hear her scream around my cock.”
I don’t need a freaking whip, I already want to scream without that as an incentive. Not that I get the choice.
Everything seems magnified, and I hear the rustle behind me, followed by a swish as the air displaces microseconds before a line of pain sears across my shoulders, and I do indeed scream around the cock that’s trying to rob me of breath.
Not being able to see what’s happening has me on edge, but I don’t know if that makes things better or worse.
I know enough to understand tensing or wriggling - yeah, I’ve indulged in learning about these kinds of things as a way to indulge my fantasies - will increase the pain, so maybe it’s better if I don’t know what’s coming.
The whip cracks again, this time lashing across my lower back. I jerk forward involuntarily, driving Gray's cock deeper into my throat. He groans in pleasure as I gag and struggle for air.
"That's it, take it all," he growls, his grip on my hair tightening.
Another lash, another muffled scream. My skin feels like it's on fire, each new strike rekindling the pain of the last. Tears stream freely down my face now as Gray continues to thrust relentlessly into my mouth.
"Harder," he commands the man behind me. "Make her really feel it."
Like I’m not already!
The next blow is excruciating, drawing a strangled sob from deep in my chest. Gray's hips stutter as the vibrations from my cries travel through his cock.
"Fuck, that's good," he pants. "Keep going. I want to see the welts when I finally fuck her ass.”
In any other scenario, those words might have freaked me out, but as things are, I can’t even fathom it.
I lose count of the lashes after that, my world narrowing to an endless cycle of pain and choking as Gray uses my mouth for his pleasure.
Just when I think I can't take anymore, when black spots are dancing at the edges of my vision from lack of oxygen, something extraordinary happens. Something I’ve read about, but in the reality of these moments I’d severely doubted it could even be close to accurate…
Still, everything changes; the pain morphs into an insidious pleasure, my mind transmuting the sensations into something entirely different.
Maybe it’s the lack of oxygen, but suddenly I start to float.
The world around me blurs, the sharp edges of pain softening into something warm and hazy.
My body feels weightless, disconnected from the brutal assault it's enduring.
Each crack of the whip sends sparks of electricity shooting through my nerves, but instead of agony, I feel a building pressure, a coiling tension deep in my core.
Gray's thrusts become erratic, his breathing ragged. "She's getting wetter," the man behind me says in awe. "Look at how she's dripping."
I barely register his words, lost in the surreal sensations overwhelming me. My skin tingles, hypersensitive. Every brush of air, every point of contact feels exquisite. The cock in my mouth no longer feels intrusive, but like an extension of myself.
A particularly vicious lash across my ass has me arching and moaning around Gray's shaft. The vibrations push him over the edge, and he comes with a guttural groan, pumping his release down my throat. This time I swallow eagerly, desperate for more stimulation.
Gray yanks my head back sharply, his cock slipping from my mouth with an obscene pop. I gasp and cough, desperately sucking in air I didn’t even know I needed before his hand clamps around my throat, cutting off my airway once more.
"Look at me," he commands, his voice low and dangerous.
I force my tear-filled eyes to meet his steely gaze, even though my hazy mind isn’t altogether with it.
I try to concentrate on Gray’s expression. There's warmth there, but no hint of mercy or compassion. Just cold, ruthless desire.
"You're doing so well," he purrs, loosening his grip just enough to let me draw in a ragged breath. "But we've got so much more planned."
Knowing I’ve pleased him sends an unexpected thrill through me. I shouldn't want his approval, shouldn't crave more of this torment. But my body betrays me, trembling with need.
"Please," I gasp, the sound garbled because of the ring gag. I'm not even sure if I'm begging for mercy or begging for more. Gray has his own ideas about that, though.
His hand slides from my throat to cup my face, his thumb tracing my swollen lips. "Such a greedy little slut," he murmurs. "Already begging for more, aren't you?"
I whimper, unable to deny it. The floating sensation intensifies, my mind drifting further from reality.
Perhaps it’s a self-defense mechanism or something.
"Cain, Erik,” Gray calls over my shoulder. "I think it's time we gave our little toy what she really wants."