CHAPTER 7 — BELLE
The man in the suit reaches me first. He directs me towards a wall in the barn—the door, actually. It has a wooden X on it. He directs me to put my arms and legs in the same configuration, i.e. an X.
I notice a split second later, there are ropes on the wall and hooks. He starts attaching my wrists while Ajax works on my ankles. Within a minute, I’m tied, spread-eagled against the barn door. I’m still wearing my clothes, but they’re messed up.
The man in the suit stands right in front of me, silently, and then without saying a word, rips my shirt, and then my skirt. He pushes my thong to the side and sinks two fingers into me. He pulls them out. There’s white liquid dripping.
“Open up,” he says.
I open my mouth, and he feeds me a mixture of multiple men’s cum and my own wetness. It’s disgustingly hot.
“This is what you wanted, isn’t it?” he asks.
He looks back, and Ajax hands him something. It’s a vibrator. He turns it on and presses it against me.
“You’re going to come for all of us,” he says. “Right here, right now.”
He begins finger fucking me while holding the vibrator against my clit. It’s intense. I’m standing up, which makes it really hard with my legs spread.
“Do you feel vulnerable right now? Exposed?” he asks. “You’re going to keep coming until you say it out loud. No more being a shy girl.”
I close my eyes as the first orgasm hits me. Waves of pleasure crash over my body. He holds the toy tighter.
“Admit it,” he says. “Admit that you like this.”
“Please,” I whine. I’m so sensitive, but he presses it harder.
He laughs, adding a third finger. “You’re such a greedy little slut,” he says. “How many orgasms do you need?”
I fall over the edge again, and my entire body contracts. I’m getting so tired. It feels good, but it’s starting to hurt.
“Admit that you’re a little slut who likes getting used, and this will stop,” he says.
You know, I could give in, or I could say “red,” but there’s a part of me that doesn’t want to. Not yet. I shake my head, and his eyes light up.
“Ooh, you’re a feisty one, aren’t you?” he says. “I can play this game all day.”
He turns up the toy and presses it even harder. Another orgasm hits me, and this one hurts.
“You’re going to keep coming until you admit it,” he says.
My legs are shaking. I don’t know if I can take it much longer.
“Okay,” I burst out. “I admit it.”
“Admit what?”
“That I’m a slut,” I say quickly.
“Good girl,” he says. “And you know what good little sluts get? They get rewarded.”
He quickly undoes the restraints, and I shake my hands and feet loose.
“Bend over the table,” he says. “It’s time for your reward.”