The Bitch (8 page)

I could feel
that I’d been pulled up to my knees, which had been spread almost as wide as
they would go. We weren’t alone, whoever this man driving himself balls deep
inside my mouth was and me. Other hands were touching me. Strong. Hard.
Slapping my ass and twisting my nipples. Fingers slid inside my pussy and my
ass.

Christ on a
cracker, how many men were involved?

I’d barely
recognized just how precarious my situation was before I realized that the only
reason I wasn’t in a full split was because my thighs were straddling
something. Someone. A man with a huge cock that was now pushing against the
fingers in my pussy, fighting for entry.

He drove up into
me while hands on my hips and shoulders pressed me down, forcing him deep, deeper,
all the way in on a single stroke. I screamed in pleasure pain over the cock in
my throat, but another enormous dick forced its way into my ass before I could
somehow catch a breath.

Now I had hands
pushing down on me, pulling up on my head, pulling back on my hips as three
cocks impaled me at once.

The tingling
from the lubricant wasn’t merely a tingling sensation anymore. It burned,
stung, felt like every tiny part of my sexual anatomy had been caught in an
inferno. Hot tears spilled down my cheeks, and still more hands were on me. My
nipples and my clit were all pinched tightly, and the pressure only increased,
never released. Then there was a tugging on them, just before I felt
electricity zing through them and straight to my core.

Another painfully
intense orgasm took me, kept me in its grips as I fucked, fucked, oh my god did
I ever fuck like my life depended upon it. Because with the way I felt, it did.

Eventually, I
realized that the cocks that had been pounding into me had stopped moving. They
weren’t even there anymore. Yet I was still thrusting my hips, slamming my clit
down over something repeatedly in time with…with…what?

Smack!

Hard. Sharp.
Blinding pain.

A cane.

I blinked, and
realized the blindfold was gone and the spider gag had been replaced by some
sort of ball gag. Daylight streamed in through the window. I tried to look
around me, tried to see what was happening, but I couldn’t move my head.

My legs were
straight, my ankles strapped to a spreader bar below me that was chained in
place on the floor. I was bent over at a ninety-degree angle, a bar holding me
up by the waist. Some sort of vibrating protrusion was coming out of it,
pulsing against my clit.

My arms were
pulled up straight behind me, higher than could ever be comfortable. When I
tugged slightly, I realized that doing so jerked back against my head, which
then caused something to pull painfully against my nipples. My hair must have
been attached to my wrists in some way, and all of that then forced my body to
pull back against the tiny strings secured tautly to my nipples. Those strings
were attached to the floor, pulling and stretching on my breasts. The
combination kept me in this precise position, unable to move even an inch.

Well, except for
when the cane struck. Each time it snapped against my ass or the backs of my
thighs, it pushed my clit harder against the vibe. Then I would jerk forward,
which pulled my hair and tightened the strings around my nipples and tugged my
arms back harder…and all of it kept me in a constant state of orgasm.

A steady stream
of drool kept pouring from my lips and dripping onto the hardwood floors
beneath me.

I’d been aware
of the cane and all of the ways my body was in intense pleasure pain for at
least six strikes before I realized whoever was caning me was also speaking to
me.

“I can’t tell
you how hard it made me, watching them fuck you like the bitch you are.”

It was Alex. A
seriously turned on Alex, judging by the deep, growly tone of his voice.

The cane struck
the backs of my thighs again, lower down.

“Seeing you come
like this, over and over. God, Marina.” Another swish through the air, just
before the cane made contact with my left ass cheek. “So fucking hard. Constantly
hard, seeing what a pain slut you are.”

The cane rattled
to the floor, and I whimpered.

Alex came around
in front of me, naked, his monstrously hard cock bobbing in front of my face.
“Dustin let me fuck Jenna while we all watched, but it wasn’t enough. She’s not
you.” His hands released the buckle holding the gag in place, and the instant
he removed it, he thrust his cock deep into my throat.

I swallowed,
greedy for it. Greedy for him.

He held my head
still, driving into me with such force that my body flailed against my bonds.
Each thrust drove me harder onto the vibe, tugged violently against my tits,
jerked back against my shoulders and hair, but I didn’t care.

“But now I know.
And now all the guys you work with know, too…even your boss.”

My boss?
Mr.
Tyson
knew? Oh, god. Fresh tears filled my eyes, but Alex was so busy fucking
my throat he didn’t notice or didn’t care.

“He watched with
me, you know. Dustin filled him in last week, and he was curious to see how
this might affect your working relationships.”

He pushed as far
down my throat as he could, his balls pressed hard up against my chin, and held
himself like that while he shot his load. I was running out of air and gagging,
but he didn’t pull out until I’d taken every bit of his cum.

When he backed
away, his cock came free from my mouth with a popping sound, and a stream of
drool and semen poured down to the floor. I gasped for air, still coming
because of the vibe against my clit, while he put the gag back into place.

I moaned,
wishing I could tell him what an ass he was for putting me through all of this,
and including my coworkers, and especially for including my boss. All Alex did,
though, was pat me on the cheek like I’d been a good bitch, and then leave the
room.

While I was tied
up and alone, with a never ending orgasm from the stupid vibe he’d left between
my legs, I finally really took a look around me and realized I was at home.

Holy crap, I had
to have been really out of it for them to have brought me home without me
having a clue. But it was my guest bedroom where Alex had me chained up, only
he’d taken out the bed and dresser and usual bedroom furniture and replaced it
with all sorts of crazy bondage stuff like Bradford and Davis had been using on
me all weekend.

Did that asshole
think we were going to do this kind of shit all the time now, just because he’d
sent me for a weekend of the most intense sexual experiences I had never even
dreamed of? He had another think coming if he thought he could get away with
that.

Sun was
streaming in through the window, but since I had no recollection of returning
home, I knew there really wasn’t any telling what day it was. Saturday? Sunday?
Had I missed work?

If I had missed
work, I had no doubt Mr. Tyson’s response wouldn’t be good, especially since
he’d apparently seen what all they’d been doing to me.

The craziest thing
was I didn’t feel hungry. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d been through
that whole mealtime ritual where I ate gruel like a dog, it had been so long
ago. But I wasn’t experiencing any sort of hunger pains. No growling. I was
just…okay. Well, as okay as I could be, given the circumstances.

I was alone like
that for a long time. I couldn’t tell how long, because even if Alex had left
the clock on the wall, I couldn’t contort my body in a way where I could see
it. The longer I was there, the harder it got to stay still. But every tiny
movement hurt like crazy. Even just shifting my weight from one leg to the
other created all sorts of unexpected changes in where the pain was coming in.

By the time Alex
came back, I was twisting and straining despite the pain it caused, because it
hurt worse to stay still.

He laughed while
he set to work untying and unhooking me from everything. The last things he
released other than my wrists and ankles were those tiny strings tied tightly
around my nipples. When the pressure was released on the first one, the right,
I screamed into my gag and fresh tears poured down my cheeks.

Alex sucked my
aching breast into his mouth, suckling against it, which only hurt more. I was
sobbing by the time he closed his teeth over the areola and bit down hard
enough I saw stars. He kept rolling it between his teeth, alternating between
little nibbles and harder bites.

When he pulled
back, he sat back on his heels and licked the stream of tears on one of my
cheeks. “Dustin and Jenna are on their way over. The three of us are going to
fuck you harder than you know how to handle, and then I’ll let Dustin explain
how things are going to change for you at work.”

I couldn’t think
about any more fucking. That was all I’d done for so long, I didn’t think I
could handle any more. I shook my head, trying to tell him I didn’t want it,
but he was already untying my other nipple.

He repeated the
same process on this one. I was a shuddering, quivering, sobbing mass of
electrified nerve endings by the time he left my tits alone and released my
arms and legs.

All I wanted to
do was curl up in a ball somewhere and sleep, but he picked me up, tossed me
over his shoulder, and carried me to the bathroom. After he allowed me to pee
and brush my teeth, he drew a hot bath and put me in it. It felt so soothing on
my used and abused body that I groaned and sunk down in the water.

“I’ll be back
for you in just a bit,” he said, winking at me. Then he pulled the door closed
behind him and left.

I hadn’t been
left untied and by myself in so long, I almost didn’t know how to react. But I
took a loofa and some soap, and I went to work. Who knew how long it would be
before I had that kind of freedom again?

Even after I’d
finished cleaning myself, though, Alex still hadn’t returned, so I just sunk
down into the water and tried to rest. And I fell asleep.

Someone was
lifting me up out of very cold water when I came to, and it wasn’t Alex. I
screamed from the shock of it before I remembered what he’d said. Dustin and
Jenna were coming over to fuck me. Oh, hell.

“Put me down,
asshole.”

Dustin tossed me
over his shoulder and gave me a sharp smack on the ass. “That’s the bitch I
remember. Screaming like a shrew and calling people names.”

I was dripping
and shivering, but my muscles wouldn’t cooperate with me to fight against him.
All I could do was hang like a limp noodle draped over his shoulder while he
carried me back into the guest bedroom.

As soon as he
put me down, the first thing I saw was Jenna on her knees with her arms bound
with ropes behind her back in an incredibly uncomfortable looking position,
with her hands somehow ending up near her head. She was kneeling in front of
Alex and expertly sucking him to a massive hard-on.

I watched,
enthralled, and almost oblivious to the fact that Dustin was pulling my arms
behind my back and tying them in the same manner as Jenna’s. Even though I
wasn’t gagged, I didn’t complain. By this point, I just kind of expected to be
tied up or tied down.

The sharp angle
Dustin placed my arms in forced me to keep my back in an arch, shoulders
back…and breasts out. Once he had my arms situated how he wanted them, he moved
in front of me with some crazy looking metal clips. He pulled my right nipple
taut and clamped one of the clips into place, then meticulously tightened it
until I was hissing in a breath. Then he repeated the process with the other
tit. Just having them on me, as overly stimulated and aroused as I was, had me
nearing another climax already.

But then he
reached down between my legs and found my clit, and added a clip there, and I
started whimpering.

“Hurts good,
doesn’t it, bitch?” He laughed as he tightened that clip further than I thought
I could handle.

When he stood up
and backed away, Alex was bringing Jenna over to stand in front of me. I hadn’t
noticed it before, while she was sucking his cock, but Jenna had a gigantic
strap-on dildo attached to her. It had to be almost a full foot long and had as
much girth as I’d ever seen.

Working in
tandem, Alex and Dustin lifted me into the air, pulled my thighs wide apart,
and lowered my pussy onto Jenna’s strap-on until they could somehow attach my
clip to the base of it. It stretched me like I couldn’t believe, a painful push
and pull of my sex. The men kept working, situating some sort of strap system
under our thighs and behind our backs that spread both of our thighs and lifted
us up off the ground, then secured it to some hooks overhead so we were
hanging. They finished us off by taking the clips on my tits, pulling them
closer to Jenna, and attaching another end of them to her tits so we couldn’t
separate at all.