Chapter 11 #2
“So fucking tight,” Sigurd rumbles. “But you’ll take all three of us.”
I don’t have a say in it. Even if I could verbalize something, Erik’s cock would silence me.
He tightens his grip on my head, pumping into my mouth while I helplessly suck on his length.
Ivar’s movements feel good, smooth and steady, but Sigurd’s roughness doesn’t allow me to truly enjoy it.
Every time I feel a spark of pleasure, a jagged stab of pain ruins it.
But every jagged stab is Sigurd going deeper. Stretching me around his girth. Introducing my body to something new. Yesterday, I was a virgin. Now I’m filled in a way I never imagined possible.
“Almost there, mate,” Sigurd grunts, forcing more of his dick into me. “Then I’m going to fuck you.”
His words hang in the air like a threat.
It already hurts, and I’m sure it’ll hurt a lot more once he starts fucking me, especially if he’s as rough as he was the first time.
But I can’t think about that right now. Ivar still feels good when he moves inside me.
I’m getting used to the way Erik feels in my mouth and throat.
“Don’t stop,” Erik groans, pumping his length into my mouth. “It feels way too good.”
“You were made for us. I can’t believe you tried to run,” Ivar says, slapping my ass right below where Sigmund’s right hand is squeezing.
“Ow!” I mouth around Erik’s girth, feeling Sigurd slide deeper as I clench on Ivar and Sigurd at the same time.
“Mm, I like how that feels,” Sigurd purrs. “Spank her again.”
Ivar slaps my ass, harder this time, and it makes me clench both cocks again.
Ivar and Sigurd groan, then Sigurd pushes as deep as he can go.
He leaves it buried there, my bottom hole so tight it feels like it will be impossible for him to move.
Except he does, dragging his chaotically ridged cock out of me until I can only feel the head, then he pushes in harder.
“Now she’s ready to be fucked by all three of us,” Sigurd says, moving inside of me before he pulls back for another hard thrust.
It hurts. It feels like I’m being split open.
But this is my penance and I have to pay it.
My body warned me what would happen if I resisted my mates.
I should have known I’d never get away from them.
I’m learning that lesson now with a red ass and three cocks that are going to stay inside me until my ass, pussy, and mouth are filled with their seed.
I grimace as Sigurd works his way into a rhythm, the ridges rubbing against my walls painfully while Ivar’s pleasure me and I choke on Erik’s. The sensations are so different that they make it difficult to focus on any of them.
“Now you’re a good mate,” Sigurd praises. “Taking all three of our cocks like you should.”
After I whimper through dozens of Sigurd’s punishing thrusts, my body seems to finally adjust to him. It doesn’t feel good, but it no longer hurts. I’m able to pay more attention to Erik, pleasuring him with my mouth while Ivar’s cock makes the pressure build.
“I don’t think she hates it as much as those adorable whimpers suggest,” Ivar chuckles. “I think she’s going to come with all three of us inside her.”
I wouldn’t be able to deny it, even if I didn’t have a dick in my throat.
The pleasure is building. The pressure is getting tighter.
Ivar is the main reason, but he’s not the only one.
I’m starting to like how Erik twitches in my mouth.
The way his ridges shudder when I swallow his length.
I’m not loving how Sigurd feels in my ass, but it’s not painful.
It’s just a fullness that makes Ivar’s thrusts feel tighter.
“I sure as fuck hope so,” Sigurd grunts. “I can feel how desperate she is. It will feel even better when she comes.”
Ivar and Sigurd seem to move in unison, each cock pulling back and slamming into me at the same time.
Empty to full. Empty to full. Empty to so full I feel like I’ll scream.
The combination starts to feel pleasurable, especially when I get them both driven into me at the same time.
I whimper on Erik’s length, getting closer and closer to an orgasm.
“I’m getting close,” Erik groans and I taste his salty pre-cum. “Really, really close.”
“Me too,” Ivar murmurs, his dick throbbing inside me.
“We’ll fill her at the same time,” Sigurd announces, then his thrusts get harder.
Sigurd’s thrusts bring pleasure to the surface, but it’s hard to tell where it’s coming from with Ivar and Sigurd both pounding into me. The pressure builds until I can’t stand it anymore, then a rush of relief sweeps through me as I come.
“Yes, fuck, yes,” Ivar shouts, his dick throbbing inside me as my pussy flutters on his length.
Ivar erupts first, his hot, sticky seed pumping into me while I orgasm.
Erik is next. My orgasm is still peaking when he fills my mouth with so much cum I struggle not to drown on it.
I swallow desperately until I can breathe, but then it doesn’t matter if I can breathe, because Sigurd’s hard thrusts knock the wind out of me.
“Fuck!” Sigurd roars, his ridges pulsating against my stretched walls as he explodes in my ass, his seed making it slick so he can pound into me even harder while he comes.
My orgasm peaks while I swallow, my body convulsing and shaking on all of their cocks.
Just when the peak fades, Ivar’s quick thrusts send me over the edge again.
I clench the two cocks inside me, but that doesn’t slow Sigurd down.
He hammers his dick into my ass while I come and he forces another out of my spent body before he finally lets go of my ass.
I groan as the punished skin is released from his grasp.
“No, she didn’t hate that at all,” Erik chuckles, pulling his cock out of my mouth. “Did you, mate?”
I’m still shaking from multiple orgasms, so all I manage is a nod of my head, which seems to please all three of them. It’s true. It was punishment, but while some of it hurt, I certainly enjoyed it. Enjoyed it more than a shake of my head and the exhausted look on my face suggests.
Sigurd pulls out of me with a pained groan, like he can’t wait to fuck me again. I slump forward against Ivar’s legs, but he lifts me until he can pull himself free. I sink into the mattress, but Erik pulls me toward him.
“Since we can’t trust you not to run away,” he says, opening the stocks on the foot of the bed, “we’ll make sure you don’t go anywhere.”
“Wait, I won’t try to run away again,” I protest, but I’m too limp to do anything as Erik positions my wrists and neck in the holes.
“We want to trust you. We really do,” Ivar sighs. “But I’m afraid this is necessary. Lock it, brother.”
Erik brings the wood down on top of my neck and wrists, trapping me in the stocks. The position isn’t exactly comfortable. I have to push myself up on my knees, just so there’s no pressure on my throat.
“You’re going to stay in this for the rest of the day,” Erik says. “Anytime we want you, we’ll have you.”
“I’m going to have you all fucking day,” Sigurd adds. “Every time my dick gets hard, you’re going to know it.”
“If you’re a good girl, and you don’t complain, we’ll let you out tonight so you can have dinner with us,” Ivar says. “Then if we genuinely believe you won’t try to run again, we’ll let you sleep in the bed with us tonight. But one of us will keep watch, just to be safe.”
“I won’t fall asleep during mine again,” Erik sighs. “I should be in the damn stocks myself for being so careless.”
“You’re not pretty enough for the stocks,” Sigurd chuckles, slapping his brother on the back.
The three of them put on their loincloths and walk over to the Provider.
I can’t make out what they’re ordering, but based on the smell, I can tell it’s breakfast. Not just breakfast, but bacon, eggs, biscuits, and I think I even smell gravy.
They’re having the kind of breakfast I’d salivate over on Earth.
That’s probably intentional. They’re torturing me, even now, while I’ve got a belly full of seed, and more of it leaking out of my pussy and ass.
It was a mistake to try to get away. To deny the feeling inside me. I don’t fully understand it, but whatever life was waiting for me on Utopia 64 is one I’ll never live.
I belong to them. I’m their mate. I won’t deny it again. I’ve learned my lesson about that.
But I have a feeling this lesson is going to continue until they believe I’ve learned it too.