Chapter 25
The fucker is carrying me like a sack of potatoes, but I don’t want to make it worse. My fists clench the back of B’s shirt instead of banging on his back.
C opens a door, and Al trails behind us. When I crane my head up, I see it’s the sex room I was in last night.
C is lifting the slate on the footboard and the holes separate. Bravo puts me on my feet, grabs my hair and forces me towards it.
I curse them out, but the stupid gag only allows gargled noises to come out. I dig my heels into the rug, trying to pull out of his grasp, but it’s no use. B bends me over and sits my neck in the bigger circle while Al grabs my hands and fits them into the smaller holes.
The board comes down and traps me in place. I wiggle my hands in an attempt to free them, but there’s no give. I can’t see anything except the bed, but I can hear them moving around behind me.
Something smooth traces over my ass, and my body stiffens. I’m not sure if it’s Al or B that speaks up. “I’ll be nice and start with a beginner flogger. You’re lucky I didn’t bust out the cat.”
What’s he talking about?
I’m so confused and don’t expect what’s coming when something whips across my flesh. It makes me cry out as pain sears my ass cheeks.
I brace for the second, and this one comes to the back of my thighs, below my ass cheeks. Fiery pain consumes me, tears sting my eyes as the flogger's tails kiss my skin.
The third is on my ass again, my rump heating up. Whoever is doing it is switching between the backs of my legs and butt cheeks. On the 6th lash, a sob breaks free and tears stream down my face in heavy droplets.
Someone’s hand grabs my ass, and I whimper as callous fingers dig into the sensitive flesh, pushing down on the welts. A weird mix of pain and euphoria floods my nervous system.
The hand softens and strokes my abused cheeks. I can hear them talking to each other, but I can’t make out what they are saying. My heartbeat echoes in my ears with my pathetic sobs that get stuck behind the gag.
The hand trails down until it’s between my legs, running its fingers through my lower lips and retreats just as quickly. I’m mortified because I can feel the slick between them.
My body likes what was done, and that terrifies me .
But I am.
I hear the faint sound of a zipper and feel someone step up behind me. The fucker runs his dick up and down my drenched folds, circling my clit with the head, and fuck me because it feels good. Nothing they do should feel good.
Have they already broken me?
How could I enjoy being whipped?
It’s unnatural and wrong!
The cock notches at my entrance, something cold circling the head of his dick, almost like metal. Oh, fuck, it’s the same feeling from when my ass was torn apart . I’m dealing with C.
He slams in, his pelvis flush with my ass as I scream, a row of piercings digging into my inner muscles as I clamp around the intrusion. The fucker has more than one rod on his dick! Who does that?
C doesn’t give me a moment to adjust. He pulls out to the tip and pounds back in. Jack hammering his hips as he decimates my poor vagina.
At first, I’m gasping and sobbing, then it slowly turns to moans and whines as the pain morphs into pleasure. My pussy pulses and sucks him deeper into my hole. Shame floods my body as I realize I’m acting like the whore they accuse me of being.
I’m so lost in bliss from the fucking that I barely notice when pain flashes across my back. Al or B must have picked up the flogger.
Whoever it is lashes me from my shoulders to the top of my ass. I scream as each strike of the whip fuels the fire that’s burning inside me.
My orgasm builds below the surface, and I’m on the edge in a matter of thrusts. C digs his fingers into my hips. The pain is sharp and precise, and it sets me off.
I scream out as I cum, pain and pleasure flooding through my body. My pussy tightening around him, refusing to let go as I milk h is cock for everything it has.
I feel his hips stutter and then hot spurts as C cums deep inside my pussy. He’s breathing heavily as I shake and tremble beneath him. My legs are jelly, and I’m struggling to hold myself up. If I drop, I’ll choke myself.
C pulls out, and a rush of cum drips out of my abused slit. I sigh in relief, thinking it’s over. Until I feel someone step into his spot.
“This morning wasn't enough, Red. Your pussy is fucking addicting.” B purrs out as he lines up, I feel him move and then pain. I cry and bite the ball gag as his teeth sink into my ass cheek. He’s biting so hard that I’m probably bleeding.
When he stands up, he pushes his cock inside. My walls are still spasming with the force of my orgasm and C pounding. I’m guessing the fact that his brother’s cum is in me isn’t a turnoff.
B sinks in halfway before he pulls out, doing this slow, maddening pace of half strokes. I’m trembling and moaning like a whore while mentally begging that he stop playing and just fuck me. I buck my hips back at him in a silent plea.
I need this.
The pain.
The pleasure.
Need it!
That works cause the next time he thrust s he shoves all of his dick in me, filling me completely. I hear him hiss as he sits there for a moment. Just as my walls relax, B snaps his hips back and thrusts deep.
At first it’s calm and rhythmic, but it’s not long before they become frantic and hard . The sound of wet skin slapping together hits my ears, blending with our moans in a fucked up song of pleasure.
My legs shake and my walls clamp down as a second orgasm rushes through me. My eyesight whites out, and I swear I see stars.
B pumps a few more times before I feel him add to the cum already inside me. My breathing is choppy, my legs are shaking, and drool pours out of my mouth between the gaps in the gag.
I’m trying to calm myself down when I feel the bite of the flogger hit my ass again. My body is numb, so it doesn’t hurt as much as it did.
Or am I just so fucked up that I enjoy the pain?
It has to be Al. He’s the last one. I can handle 5 more, but as the flogger cracks, it hits my back with more force than before.
My knees give out, and I fall, choking as the wood drives into my neck. I scramble to get back to my feet as he continues to hit me again. Al covers my ass, thighs and back. The last strike hits my exposed, mangled pussy.
Even though it’s muffled by the ball, my bloodcurdling screech fills the room. It's pure agony, but my traitorous pussy gushes.
Whether it was the guys’ cum or my own, I don’t know. I hear the flogger hit the ground before Al’s dick is being forced inside me, his hips immediately snapping and thrusting harder than the other two.
No sound is coming out, and if it weren’t for him holding me up, I would fall down. My legs have logged off, and I’m limp like a rag doll.
My body vibrates, and a deep pulse in my stomach flutters before I fucking squirt. I’ve never in my whole life squirted.
It drips down my thighs, and I hear him curse as he pistons harder. The last thing I feel is his cum flooding my wrecked hole before everything goes black .