Chapter 18 #2
It’s become quite dark, and I watch in disbelief as they vanish between the trees. Where are they going? They can’t be deserting me? We walked here, so we have no car. No. They can’t be.
I pull at the rope, and it moves but doesn’t break or give.
I’m almost ready to try screaming and begin counting backward to fifty. Screaming will bring strangers…eventually, and maybe the wrong kind. At least there’s no animal predators on Dragon Island, only my human ones.
Still, the darkness is frightening when you’re tied up and in a dark corner hidden by a small forest.
Fuck. I dart my focus here, there, striving to see if they’re still out there. Just when my heart is thudding scattered beats and I’m hearing creatures in the undergrowth that cannot possibly be there, they saunter up to me. The sick bastards.
Tomás has something shiny and long swinging from his hand and he’s allowed first go at me, from what they’re saying. Whatever that means. First go? I watch suspiciously as he goes behind me.
Smooth, cold metal is pressed to my nape.
Humming, he meanders it down my skin as if he’s drawing a path, leaving a trail of something cold and wet.
I squeak as he reaches my butt and pushes it between my spread-open legs.
I hear him go to his knees as he continues its path, advancing what seems a round bulb partway into my pussy entrance, before he withdraws it, backtracking to tease my other hole.
I move as much as I can, trying to dodge what he’s doing, while Mr. Loxland merely watches. Though the darkness conceals, the moon is casting some light, and his cock is in his hand. Unhurriedly, he strokes his fist down it.
Tomás clamps a hand to my hip, holds me still, and nudges that metal thing into my asshole, until it slips past the tight ring of muscle. Shocked, I inhale sharply and make an O around the tape of the gag.
“Fucking nice,” he murmurs, stroking the back of my thigh. “It’s in.” He rises, and a moment later rope taps against my back as he winds my hair about his hand. He’s tying the rope to my hair, pulling it taut, which drags on the thing he inserted.
An ass hook? “Oh!” That feels odd as he cranks the rope tighter, pulling my head further back and driving the ass hook deeper at the same time.
“Beautiful,” he purrs. “Drawback is we can’t fuck her there.”
“But it sure makes her look helpless. Our little submissive looks like a snack, ready for the wolves.”
Tomás chuckles. “She does. Flip for who gets which hole first?”
I thought there was sand on me? Were they joking?
With my head hauled back by the rope attached to the hook in my ass, I can only see what they do at the edges of my vision. They can’t mean to?
They’re flipping a coin now, and Tomás has unzipped and pulled out his cock, and they’ve both taken off their shirts. With his shorts still on, he comes to me, but there’s no condom as far as I can see. They lied about the sand. They must have!
Being taller, he looms over my upturned face and kisses my neck, before he fumbles at one breast, crushes my nipple, and clamps something on there that lights me up with unexpected pain. I’m still hissing when he treats my other breast the same way.
Metal swings from them, a small chain brushing my skin below my nipples.
“Now you have two crocodiles.” He kisses and nips at my breasts before he begins to fingerfuck me, easily finding his way in with my legs already open. I tug at the ropes and shuffle my feet, pretending I want to escape, though there’s nowhere to go. They can do anything they want to me.
That was the agreement. Own me, do what you want.
He plunges them in, leaves them inside me, squeezes my breast, caresses anywhere he wants to, while my muscles spasm onto his fingers.
I sob and grunt as he worms in more, three, fucks me a few times, then maybe four fingers are in me, worms them in, then slowly out, stretching me until I’m…I’m… I swallow as my throat closes in, hands twisting the rope. He pushes those fingers higher.
“Just preparing you. Want to try fucking her ass at the same time anyway?” he calls over his shoulder.
“My dick isn’t that small, unlike yours.”
They laugh at that while they repeatedly defile me.
My leaked arousal makes his hand slip as Tomás extracts his fingers.
Crouching, he stretches around my ass to grasp the rope running down my back then starts to toy with my clit.
He kisses my stomach, and I can’t help making sounds as he stirs me below, toggling my clit, back and forth, pressing, pushing, finding a rhythm that makes my thigh muscles clench and tremble.
And all the while, he’s tugging at the ass hook rope.
Confused and lost in what he’s doing, I shake, staring up through the foliage, with my tongue poking at the tape where it crosses my mouth.
As he plays with my body, the crocodile clamps swing and bite, making my breasts feel swollen, merely targets for them to abuse.
I groan as his fingers do that thing, on a spot he’s found on my clit that makes me shudder and gasp, again and again.
Aching for release, I whimper and shift my legs further apart, making him laugh and tell me I’m a slut.
I push myself at his hand. While Mr. Loxland comes closer and speeds up the stroking of his cock.
“Going to make you come first.” Tomás rises and kisses the side of my breast. “Then we fuck you.”
I gurgle something nonsensical at him, closing my eyes as his skilled fingers play on me like a maestro with an orchestra.
Something hums and is pushed against my clit. In seconds, the throbbing vibrates into my body, wrecks my clit. It’s inescapable as he firmly wedges the vibe into me, and I arch even more and choke out stupid noises.
“There she is.” He shoves his fingers into me, again, then bites beneath a crocodile clamp, and my pussy makes wet, embarrassing squelches as he ruthlessly thrusts and withdraws his fingers, like a filthy piston.
I shake violently, and the vibe keeps pulsing, his fingers fuck me, and the ass plug is driven deeper by the rope and the tensing of my body.
Then, then…he removes the vibe and stands up.
I slump, panting, but with my head still curved backward, I blink at the sky, a complete mind-wrecked mess.
“Fuck. I’m going to try. Maybe I’ll pull it out.”
“Sure.” Tomás kneels and reapplies the vibe to my clit. “Again. Show me how much you want this. Cry for me. Say please. Beg. Make it loud.”