Chapter 18
The commands came faster, one through six in Kenny’s calm voice, over and over in a random pattern, though thankfully on the rug and no longer in the freezing cold, but then came the newest number.
“Seven,” Boone barked, and she crawled quick, mouth opening before her brain caught up. His cock filled her throat in a brutal thrust that had her eyes watering, hands still useless in the mitts as he set the pace.
“Time her gag reflex,” Kenny said, and he pulled his phone out, watching the seconds tick while Boone fucked her face.
She tried to keep still, tried to breathe through her nose while he was out of her throat, then to accept him again when he shoved back in, but her body betrayed her with a gag after a few minutes.
“Two minutes, twenty-one seconds,” Kenny said flatly. “Needs work.”
“Focus, fuckhole,” Boone growled, jerking her head down so hard her nose mashed into his groin. She gagged again, drool pouring from her lips, tears spilling fast as her throat seized around his cock.
“Pathetic.” He shoved her back. “We’ll work on that later. Position three.”
She dropped into spread-kneel, throat on fire, spit swinging in a string from her chin.
“Four.” Kenny’s voice this time, and she scrambled into inspection pose, legs trembling.
“Six.” Knees tucked, head down. She hit the floor fast, tucked tight with her arms above her head, body reacting before her thoughts could catch up.
“Five.” Chest to floor, but she moved her arms to the wrong spot and the collar exploded against her thigh. Fire surged up her leg, nerve-deep, yanking a silent scream from her as her body convulsed and crumpled.
Silas crouched in front of her, grabbed her jaw with bruising fingers and slapped her cheek once, then twice, barely hard enough to burn, but it did the job of reminding her she was being trained, and failing.
“Bad pet,” he said, then let her go like she was something unclean.
He rocked back onto his heels, unzipping as he settled. “Seven.”
She crawled forward on elbows and knees, mitts dragging across the rug, mouth open before her brain even finished parsing the command, and he shoved down her throat, fucking her mouth like it was a thing.
One hand cupped the back of her bald head, driving her down with force until her face was pressed against him, the other squeezed and pinched her nipple like she was furniture with features.
“Better tits than I expected. Useless hips, though. Not built for birthing pups. At least they’ll be decent to hang on to.”
Boone snorted. “Mouth’s tight enough.”
“Cunt’s sloppy,” Kenny said, spreading her folds with clinical fingers, shoving them into her, adding another to spread her more, judging out loud like she wasn’t there. “Warm hole, but nothing special.”
Her humiliation burned hotter than the shocks had earlier, but her body betrayed her — cunt twitching, aching, desperate for cock, for anything. She wasn’t a woman anymore. Just a set of holes, waiting. Needing.
Silas pushed her off him and wiped his cock on her tear-slick cheek like she was a rag, then stood and walked to the sofa, pulling his shirt off. “I’m bored with this. Let’s try the new slave out proper.”
“Crawl,” Boone ordered, and she scrambled forward on the rug, mitts slipping against the fibers.
Silas lounged back on the sofa, naked and hard.
Boone gripped her by the front of her collar and pulled her up to her knees.
His broad hands clamped around her torso and he dragged her up like dead weight, then lowered her onto Silas’s cock.
Her swollen cunt, already raw and burning from the brutality with the brush, stretched wide as she was impaled onto Silas in a single punishing, relentless stretch.
Her knees scrabbled for purchase, face-down over his chest. She shook, mitts useless, body shaking as Silas ground her hips down, forcing the tender flesh to open and take every inch.
Seconds later, her tender flesh finally filled, her body betrayed her, and she shattered, clenching around him in a sharp, humiliating orgasm, a silent, mute sob tearing from her throat as she buried her face against his chest.
“Well, fuck,” Silas drawled, grinding her hips down harder. “Didn’t take much. Cunt’s so raw it came just from being filled.”
“Nothing but a hole with a hair-trigger,” Boone sneered from above, and he popped her hard on the ass.
Kenny chuckled, stepping closer. “Means she’ll be useful. Pussy this needy, this easy? That’s the kind of pet you can just cram your dick into, and she’ll do all the work.”
“Or ruins the sheets every damn time,” Boone muttered, wrapping his hand around her skull, thumb hooking under her chin, and he wrenched her head up to show her red, tear-smeared face. “Messy little cumdump.”
Silas thrust into her from below, slow and deliberate, grinding her battered cunt deeper and harder onto his cock. “Hot little cunt. Squeeze, bitch. Let’s feel those muscles.”
She obeyed, locking down tight, trembling with the effort, but she hadn’t realized Kenny was lining up for her ass, and he shoved in hard with a single savage thrust, driving past every clenched muscle.
The burn was blinding. Her whole body bowed, caught between them — Silas spearing her from below, Kenny tearing her open from behind.
The pressure crushed the breath from her lungs, her insides stretched past agony, cunt grinding down harder on Silas’s cock as her ass was split wide, no warning, no mercy.
She sobbed silently, face buried in Silas’s chest, the pain so sharp it eclipsed thought, and still they held her in place and kept fucking her.
Boone shifted her head so it hung off the side, and shoved his cock into her mouth before she realized what he was doing. He looped a finger into the D-ring under her chin and drove in harder, forcing her throat open, driving until spit poured down her chin and her eyes watered.
She was nothing but holes. Stuffed full, stretched wide, her body bent and impaled in three directions at once. Pinned and stuffed. Used like a living, three-holed fleshlight.
Silas slammed into her cunt, Kenny pistoned her ass, Boone fucked her throat raw, all of them talking over her like she was a doll made to be fucked.
Silas braced her hips and thrust up, Kenny slammed into her from behind, Boone set a brutal rhythm down her throat, and their voices cut sharp over her muffled gags:
“Cunt’s tight enough for me.”
“Ass grips like a vice.”
“Ass’ll loosen if we keep at it.”
“Cunt milks my cock if I pinch her nipples.”
“Throat’s sloppy. Need to train the pet not to gag.”
The words sank into her like blades, each one sharper than the last. Her tears ran hot, and yet, her body betrayed her again.
The shame, the pain, the filth of their commentary pressed down until it cracked something inside her, and she shattered, climax ripping through her raw cunt and clenching her ass tighter around Silas’s cock.
Her throat convulsed around Boone, choking down his length in spasms she couldn’t control.
“Fuck me, she came from that,” Kenny barked a laugh, hips pounding harder.
“All it takes is being called a sloppy throat, and the whore gushes like she’s grateful.
Fuck, her ass clamps like it’s vacuum sealed when she comes.
Glad we flushed the filth out first, perfect fucking tension around my cock without worry of the creature shitting on me. ”
Silas snarled, grinding deep into her cunt. “Perfect. Shame makes her cunt sing.” Another hard thrust. “Voiceless meat milking cock with all three holes. No bitching, no opinions, and the collar ensures obedience. Fuck, Kenny, this may have been your best idea yet.”
Boone moved his hand from the front of her collar to the back of her head, using her like a ragdoll, fucking hard and fast despite her gagging and choking, gasping for air.
“Sloppy now, but give me two weeks and I’ll train all this drama and gagging out of her, turn this twitchy throat into a proper fuckhole. ”
Her tears soaked her cheeks, drool foaming at the corners of her mouth.
Shame crushed her chest, humiliation heavier than their combined weight — and still, her body betrayed her, nerve endings alight with depraved need.
Kenny’s cock drilled into her ass with relentless force, Silas dragged raw friction against her cunt, and Boone rammed deep into her throat until she couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think, couldn’t be anything but the meat they fucked.
The pressure built again, her body coiled tight, raw flesh screaming, muscles clenching, cunt spasming in frantic pulses.
She came with a silent sob, body convulsing around them.
Her cunt gripped Silas like a vice, her ass rippled around Kenny, and her throat tightened helplessly around Boone’s cock, gagging and choking as she shook through the orgasm, needy, broken, climaxing from being used without mercy, without meaning — just function made flesh.
Silas groaned, slamming harder. “Fuck yes. That’s the kind of cunt we keep chained to the bed.”
Boone growled and went harder, faster.
Kenny reached under her, lifting her off Silas enough so he could find and squeeze her clit. Her whole body jolted, and her cunt clenched again, the aftershocks coming in waves.
She had nothing left but the knowledge they were still inside her. Still using her. And she was coming yet again, shuddering around their dicks, giving them pleasure while they wrung reactions from her one after another.
A fucking meat puppet.
They laughed, discussing her body as if appraising livestock, and she shook from the effort of it, arousal and degradation twisting so tight she couldn’t tell them apart.
Kenny slammed into her ass, Silas pistoned her cunt, Boone fucked her throat raw — all three hammering at once, their voices a vicious chorus above her muffled gags and choked breaths.
Silas grunted, and Kenny’s pace went savage. Boone squeezed the back of her head, yanking her where he wanted, fucking her mouth like a hole he owned.