The Bitch (5 page)

Davis pressed
into my pussy again, grabbing hold of my hips and thrusting at a frenetic pace
that forced Bradford’s cock deeper inside my nether hole. After a minute, he
stopped again to add more aloe.

As much as I
hated to admit it, the stinging was beginning to ease. At least it was in my
sex. Not much had eased in my ass yet.

When Davis
entered me a third time, he slapped my cheek. “Breathe, bitch.”

I shouted in
shock, but then sucked in a huge breath of air.

Bradford used
that opportunity to drive himself another couple of inches inside me. My womb
clenched in pain, and he put his free arm around my waist to gain more
leverage, never easing up the grip he had on my hair.

The two men
rocked their hips in time, Davis embedding his cock fully within my womb on
each thrust though Bradford easily had a few more inches yet to enter me. Then
Bradford retreated and added more aloe to his dick. As soon as he came back to
me, he went deeper than he had before, lifting my whole body with the force of
his thrust.

They took turns,
fucking me and adding more aloe, Bradford going ever deeper in spite of my
tears, until he had managed to work his full length inside my bowels. With
every movement, my stinging subsided more, my gut cramped, my wrists and
shoulders ached, and a growing wetness built.

Bradford yanked
my head back by the hair again, and his other hand moved down to pinch my clit.
Davis released my hips and moved his hands so that he could twist my nipples.
Thwack, thwack, thwack. Slap, slap, slap. The scents of aloe and sex and sweat
mingled in my nostrils, and my toes started to curl with another mind-blowing
orgasm.

But how could
that be, when I was being fucked in both my ass and my pussy at once, when they
seemed determined to cause me pain more than pleasure, when I’d never been so
degraded in my life? Yet it was happening. Good god, was it happening.

The walls of my
sex and my ass both tightened, as though trying to keep those cocks inside, and
I struggled for breath and to fight back tears. But the tears came, fast and
furious, and tingles raced from my core out to my fingers and toes. Bradford
dropped his grip on my hair, but he moved his hand to tighten around my throat
just enough to make breathing almost, but not quite, impossible.

And then I
shattered.

Davis shouted,
and a stream of hot cum filled my sex. An instant later, Bradford let out a
grunt and came in my ass. They both pulled away before I could release, leaving
me hanging from the ceiling, swaying from their exertions.

Bradford walked
to the window and picked up several lengths of rope that had been on a table.
He and Davis methodically tied them around me, creating a tight harness that
squeezed my breasts and pulling a knotted rope down between my ass cheeks and
pussy lips, making certain the knot lined up precisely over my clit. Only once
they had the ropes exactly as they wanted them did they release my wrists and
ankles.

I fell,
exhausted and sore, to the floor at their feet. They connected another length
of the rope to the harness, tied it around my neck, and then knotted it in my
hair.

Davis gave the
end of the rope a little tug, and it nearly ripped my hair out and cut off my
airway. “Come on, bitch. Supper time.” He started walking, pulling me by the
rope, and I had no choice but to follow behind him on my hands and knees or be
strangled.

He led me
through the halls of the cabin, with Bradford following behind me and zapping
me on the ass and pussy with the electric wand every few steps. Every tiny
movement I made caused the rope over my clit to abrade it further. Eventually,
we arrived in the kitchen. Davis then used the rope he’d been pulling me with
to tie my wrists behind my back while Bradford put two bowls on the floor
before me. One had water, the other cold oatmeal.

“Eat, bitch.”
Davis removed my gag and shoved my face down toward the bowls. “Bitches are
dogs, so you’ll be eating like a dog.”

Crying wouldn’t
make eating any easier, so I tried to fight down my humiliation. I was
starving. This had been going on for hours now, and I hadn’t had a bite to eat
since a small salad at lunch. Lord only knew when they’d feed me again. So I
dipped my head down to take a bite.

Right as I did,
Bradford took his foot and pressed it down on my head, forcing my entire face
into the oatmeal. I instinctively jerked up, which ripped at my hair and
tightened the rope around my neck. Some bits of the oatmeal fell off my face to
the floor and spilled over the sides of the bowl.

“Your bitch is
making a mess of her supper,” Bradford said, walking over to the stove.

For the next
half hour, I tried to eat my oatmeal and drink my water, all the while ignoring
the smells of Bradford cooking steaks and baked potatoes for himself and Davis.
Every few minutes, Davis would press my face into the food or water, ensuring I
made a bigger mess every time.

When Bradford
brought two plates over to the table, half of my food and water was on the
floor in a big gooey mess, and none remained in my bowls. “Clean your mess up
with your tongue, Fuck Toy.” He pressed the sole of his foot against the back
of my head, forcing my head down to the floor.

I tried not to
gag as I slid my tongue out and licked the first bit of gruel up. Bradford kept
his foot on my head, guiding me where he wanted me, as he ate.

When the two men
had finished their meals, Bradford pushed his chair back from the table, spread
his legs, and pulled me by the hair until I was kneeling between them. I could
see the evidence of him fucking me all over his flaccid cock.

“Suck it clean,
Fuck Toy.”

But he hadn’t
just fucked me. He’d fucked my ass. I couldn’t possibly put that in my mouth. When
I didn’t start immediately, he pulled on the rope around my neck with both
hands, causing it to tighten unbearably, and guided my mouth onto his dick. I
gagged almost immediately and nearly vomited, but he held tight to my ropes and
wouldn’t let me retreat even an inch.

Davis moved
behind me, digging his fingers beneath the rope that was chafing my pussy lips.
“You puke and you’ll have to clean that up, too.” He moved the rope aside,
which caused the knot to tighten even more over my clit, and then started
fucking me again—doggy style, like the bitch I was.

Tears streaming
down my face, I licked and sucked Bradford’s cock, trying to ignore the taste
and horrified that he was hardening and lengthening by the moment. By the time
he was fully erect and forcing his length repeatedly down my throat, Davis was
ramming me like a freight train from behind.

My body started
to convulse from the constant attention to my clit, and my pussy walls
tightened against Davis’s cock again. But before I could orgasm, he pulled out
and jerked the rope away from my asshole, and started fucking my ass just as
hard as he’d been fucking my cunt.

The changed
angle on my clit knot only added to my frenzy for release. I rocked my hips
back against him, despite the pain it caused. At the same time, Bradford pulled
up on my neck rope and fucked my throat just as hard as Davis was in my ass. I
couldn’t breathe, but I didn’t care because I was about to have the biggest
fucking orgasm of my life.

Davis was longer
than Bradford, and he was thrusting deeper into my bowels, and my insides
knotted into a thousand cramps that made me scream in an intensely painful
climax over Bradford’s cock. Bradford released me and pulled back, then covered
my breasts with his cum. When he finished, Davis pulled free from my ass with a
pop, then flipped me onto my back and straddled my face, fucking my throat and
mouth just as ferociously as he had been my ass. A minute later, he shot his
semen down my throat.

I wasn’t sure
how long I lay there on my back, tied up in ropes and covered in cum and sweat
and the remnants of my oatmeal gruel. When Bradford and Davis came back, Davis
helped me up into a sitting position and put a medicine cup to my lips.

“Drink up,
bitch.”

I had no clue
what he was trying to drug me with, but I wasn’t going to take it easily. “Fuck
you.”

“You already
have, and you will again. Take the fucking medicine.”

I squirmed,
trying to turn my head away. “What is it?”

Bradford moved
in behind me and pulled on my hair, forcing my head back. He gripped my jaw
with his other hand and forced it open, and Davis poured it down my throat.

“Triple dose of
a laxative,” Bradford said when I’d finally swallowed. “We’re going to keep
that all nice and cleaned out so we can make use of your ass as often as we
want.”

He untied my
wrists and they used the rope to lead me to a bathroom. As a team, they untied
me while restraining me with their superior strength, then proceeded to groom
me. They brushed my teeth and had me gargle. They scrubbed my face. They shaved
my legs and armpits and pussy. They were just about to put me in the shower
when the sudden urge to relieve my bowels hit.

They wouldn’t
even leave me alone for that, and as soon as I was done, they tossed me into a
steaming shower and scrubbed every inch of my body. And I do mean every inch.
They slathered their hands with soap and worked them inside my aching sex and
ass, over and over again while I could do little more than writhe and moan.

Finally, they
released me. I dropped like a limp noodle to the floor of the shower and lay
there, unable to move even a muscle, while they cleaned themselves.

When the water
shut off, Bradford lifted me bodily and carried me, dripping, into another
room. “Time for bed, Fuck Toy,” he said just before flipping on the lights.

But instead of a
bed in the center of the room, there was a curvy piece of furniture, a hump on
each end and a dip in the middle, fitted with loops on the sides. He tossed me
on it on my stomach, with my knees dropping to the bottom of the dip so my ass
was raised on a hump. He and Davis set to work immediately, fastening leather
cuffs to my wrists and ankles, and attaching those by clips to the metal loops.
My arms were spread in a V in front of me, and my legs were tugged back and
apart just enough that I couldn’t possibly support myself with them.

“Try to get your
rest. God knows you’ll need it.” On his way out the door, Bradford smacked my
butt—one solid strike on each cheek.

I yelped,
because it stung. But he and Davis both just walked out, leaving the lights on.

It was seriously
uncomfortable. Because of the cuffs, I couldn’t shift my position at all. My
ass was sore, my sex ached like it had never ached before, and I felt more raw
and sexual than I’d ever experienced in my life.

And I was cold.
The water from my shower had still not fully dried. It drenched the fabric
covering whatever it was I was on, it dripped from my hair, and I was
shivering. Sleep? Not likely.

I lay there for
a long time, knowing that whatever was in store for me was bound to exhaust me
equally as much as the last twenty-four hours had, if not more, so surely I did
need to rest. But I couldn’t stop thinking about how empty I felt. I’d spent
all of last night fucking Alex and Dustin. I’d spent the entire day at work
with a vibrator in my pussy. And since I stepped into that van, I couldn’t tell
you how many men and objects had been inside me…even in ways I’d never before
allowed.

But now?
Nothing.

That should have
been a relief. I had been desperate for a break. My body had been through more
sex in that time than I’d probably had in months, so surely I needed to let it
recharge.

So why was I
grinding my hips into the hump beneath me?

No matter how
hard I pressed my empty sex against the fabric, though, there was nothing
inside me, nothing pressing on me, nothing touching me in any way…and I
couldn’t get myself off. I couldn’t seem to shift my weight enough, couldn’t
seem to gain enough traction to create the friction I needed.

I twisted and
contorted my body, desperately trying to get myself closer. I had to have spent
close to an hour in my wasted efforts before finally collapsing against the
hump, physically spent and sexually frustrated.

Eventually,
despite my discomfort, I drifted off.

Not for long,
though. I couldn’t have been asleep ten minutes before I woke up screaming from
the surprise of a sudden slap to my ass. I blinked, my eyes blinded in the
bright light of the room, twisting my head to see if I could discover what was
going on. Another slap. And another. Finally, I craned my head around enough to
see Bradford swinging his arm back to spank me again.

Each blow made
my whole body jump. They were sharp, leaving pinprickly tingles behind.

“What—ouch!—what
are you doing that for?”

Instead of
answering me, he grabbed a fistful of my hair and jerked my head back by it,
then spanked me hard enough tears shot to my eyes. I hadn’t been spanked since
I was a little girl. Who the fuck did he think he was?