22. Sable
SABLE
I jump and stretch, reaching for the bar and catching it by the tips of my fingers.
The setup is taller than what’s optimal for my height, but I can make it work.
I manage to get my fists all the way wrapped around and then pull up until my chin is about an inch above the bar.
A mildly impressed expression crosses Parker’s face.
Orion, on the other hand, simply tries to look up my skirt.
“Shouldn’t you be timing me?” I ask, just starting to feel the burn. That's what he wanted to find out, isn’t it?
“Orion,” Parker says, fully ignoring my words but staring me down. “Would you be so kind as to finger fuck our Offering's cunt?”
“Sure,” he says lazily.
“Should I get down?” My arms start to loosen on their own.
“If you move a fucking inch before my say-so, I’ll make you regret it,” Parker threatens. I swallow hard, but Orion’s hand is on me before I can form a rational response. He slides my panties over and dips his fingers in, revealing my shame proudly.
“She’s already fucking wet, Park.”
“Of course she is.” His smooth, deep tone only makes me wetter, but the burn in my arms is growing, and I’m quickly losing the strength to hold myself up.
I drop an inch, and my chin touches the bar.
Parker growls in the back of his throat, and the sound is so menacing I instinctively pick myself back up. Orion’s fingers keep working in and out of me, finding my most sensitive places, but Parker turns his back to both of us and appraises a weight rack.
“Never had a use for this one before,” he says as he picks up a two-pound weight.
I have no idea where he’s going with this, but I’m sure I don’t like it.
“Going to work on your glamour muscles?” Orion teases from behind me. My arms scream bloody murder, and my abs are going with them. My pussy clamps like a vise around Orion's fingers as I try to stay suspended. He struggles to move them in and out as I grip him so tightly.
“If Sable drops again before I say so, this is going in her cunt,” Parker says.
“Absolutely the fuck not,” I spit. Has he lost his mind?
“What, Sable? You don’t think you can handle that either? Pussy out of shape, too?”
I shriek as a response because I’m so fucking angry, but Orion’s rhythmic fingers are starting to override just a little of the pain.
Some freaky part of me is interested to see where the hell this is going, but the rational part wants to punch my own face for ever playing along with their bullshit.
Parker watches with his dark eyes on me the whole time.
The only reason I can tell he has any reaction at all is the tent in his pants.
Every part of these guys is big, and I didn’t know just how appealing that would be to me.
My body shakes. Sweat pours off me. Orion chuckles at my back like this is the most entertaining thing he’s ever seen, and Parker’s cock just grows impossibly harder.
He can’t want me to take all that.
My pussy twitches and squirts frantic little bursts of cum into Orion's palm, but not a full-blown orgasm.
The sensation in my limbs is too much, the pressure inside me building until I'm about to soak Orion's fingers and the mat beneath me.
Right as my orgasm is about to crest, my arms drop about three inches.
Orion immediately stops, ruining the high I was approaching.
I cry real tears and scream my frustration as my arms fail and my feet hit the ground.
The pearls shake around my thighs, the noise the soundtrack of my failure.
Barely a second passes before Parker is on his knees in front of me.
The weight he threatened to put inside me rests in his hand as he reaches out and spreads my pussy open.
His perfect lips form an O as he spits on it.
He presses it to my opening, but nothing happens.
I’m not surprised at all that it doesn’t fit.
It’s not bigger than I can handle, but it’s a lot wider than I’m used to.
He twists it and gives a few more vulgar shoves, and I moan as it slips inside me.
If I was wishing he would fuck me with it, I’m once again disappointed.
They are training my pussy, not making it come, I guess.
He releases the weight, and it immediately drops, nearly falling out of me.
Refusing to be that humiliated again, I grip as hard as I can with my insides.
I didn’t realize until this moment how much stimulation that would put on my G-spot, and I groan low and long at my own efforts.
The weight stays in, but just barely, and I wonder if my humiliation is feeding my nearing orgasm or if I’m just so damn broken it doesn’t matter to me anymore.
“Come on, Sable, you want to prove you deserve my cock, then keep it up,” Orion encourages from my side.
The muscles that scream this time are entirely different beneath my abs and so deep inside me, I feel autopsied by this transaction.
My arms stay stretched out above me. My legs widened.
Orion leaves my back to stand in front of me with Parker and watch the show.
Every time I feel it sliding out of me, I suck it back in, and as the weight rubs against my insides, it massages my G-spot.
This is so fucked up.
“How long do I need to do this for?” I finally whine.
“Would you rather finish your workout or drain both of us?” Parker asks. Orion looks at him with a raised brow. “It’s my day. I get to decide what we do.”
I’m a whore, what difference does it make now? I ask myself, and moan as I let go. The weight drops from my pussy to the mat. Once it goes, my knees hit the mat, far too exhausted to hold my body up any longer.
“How is she getting us off, Orion?” Parker asks.
“I’m having her pussy, you can wait your turn or take her mouth.”
“What about her ass?” he growls, and fear slithers up my spine.
“Tomorrow is your day. Fuck her ass then if you want.”
“I plan on it,” he says, and that fear nearly chokes me.
Before I have a chance to get too worked up, Orion’s thick cock spreads my pussy, and the pleasure distracts me.
“Fuck,” he grits as he enters me. “Should have had a piece of this last night.” He’s not even speaking to me, but about me like I’m not human.
It’s impossible to tell whether that debases me or turns me on more.
If I planned to open my mouth and argue, the opportunity leaves me when Parker presses the thick head of his cock to my lips.
My eyes flick up to his, and he commands all of my attention as he says, “I’ve been waiting for this.” His words are so heavy, like his stare, and I just don’t get it. Why does Parker look at me like he knows me well?
My mouth wraps around him, and my tongue goes with it.
They have a more cooperative rhythm than Lex and Orion when I fucked them last night, and I find myself gently rocked back and forth between them rather than battered between the two.
I’m full everywhere except my chest, which is so terribly empty and crying for a friend.
They work into me, and my orgasm builds, but this time, no one stops it.
Wet girl cum sprays out of me, and I’m not sure I have ever come so hard in my life.
“She’s squirting,” Orion says.
My teeth accidentally scrape against Parker’s cock as I come, moaning and twitching. “Yes, bite it,” he begs, and I close my teeth around him, not trying to injure him, but hard enough that I’m shocked when thick, hot cum spills over my tongue.
“Fuck, Park, you made her bite your dick?” Orion asks.
“She’s kissing it better.”
“Oh fuck,” Orion grunts as he begins to come inside me. Just like I swallowed Parker’s, my pussy happily swallows up Orion’s.
“Had enough?” Parker asks Orion.
“For now, but there’s always later.”
Orion decides to bring me back to my room rather than make me follow him around the rest of the day. He says it’s because I stink like sex, but some part of me believes he wants to let me off the hook after all of that.
A little while later, we’re standing at the door as Orion drops me back at my room. “You failed the test,” he says, breaking the long-standing silence.
“What test?” I can’t help but ask.
“I told you that on my days, you only see me, but you looked at him.”
With that, he closes the door on me and walks away.