Continued from Part 10.
CW: Humiliation, BDSM
“How are you feeling?”
Chris had come to check up on her three days after Martin and his men had had their way with her. The bruises on her thighs and ass were fading rapidly.
“I’m fine. It really wasn’t that bad. I had expected much worse.” She was only partially lying. The pain had been bad, but not unbearably so. The worst had been not knowing whether she could trust Chris to stop the men before they would go too far. Now that she knew he was willing to stop them, she wanted more.
“Much worse?” Chris pulled her closer, causing her to lose her balance and fall against him. He kissed her, then released her. “Take off your clothes.”
With a grin she pulled her dress over her head and flung it onto the floor. She was naked underneath.
He walked around her, his fingers tracing the bruises left on her skin. She shivered with anticipation.
“How much worse were you expecting?”
“I was promised a whipping.” Heat gathered in her core as he continued to caress her. “And considering you call me your cumslut, I was given no cum to swallow.”
Chris emitted a low grunt and Rachel stifled a smile. “I didn’t think you were ready for whipping yet. I hadn’t had a chance to train you.”
She turned to face him. “I’m not a delicate little flower. You don’t need to protect me. I want the pain, I crave it. I’ve been beaten by hand and with paddles before. I want new experiences.”
She held his gaze and saw respect dawning in his eyes. “Are you sure about this?”
She lost her patience. “Fuck you. I thought this—” she gestured wildly around her “—would be a carefree way to satisfy my kinks. But if you’re too much of a wuss to play along, maybe I have to find myself another man. Someone who doesn’t shy away from the heavier stuff.”
“I was only—” he began, but she cut him off.
“I appreciate your concern, but it doesn’t get me off. What gets me off is a man who takes what he wants. I thought we had established that already. I have a safeword. I’ll use it when I need it. So far, I haven’t come close to needing it.” That was a lie, but she was too fired up to care. “So fuck me, use me, whore me out and have those men abuse me in any way they like. Or maybe I should just ask Martin to take me himself.”
Anger blazed in his eyes and he grabbed her wrist. “Don’t you fucking dare. You’re my cumslut and I’ll make sure you get what you need.”
He pushed her onto the floor and penetrated her roughly. She stifled a cry of relief as he fucked her hard, pushing her breasts against the carpet so they chafed and burned. An orgasm tore through her, making her cunt convulse around his cock. He pulled out and came on her back, his hot seed dribbling down into her ass crack.
He wiped his cock on her thigh and got up. “I’ll pick you up tomorrow night.”
She smiled with satisfaction as he left the library.
The next day, Chris took her to the same place again. He led her to the basement.
She fumbled with the buttons on her dress. Chris strode over. He grabbed her dress and tore it open. The buttons dropped to the floor. Chris pulled the ripped garment off her and tossed it aside.
Fear coursed through her. Chris had clearly taken her words to heart. There was no tenderness in his eyes at all. He grabbed her by the wrist and pulled her to the middle of the room. He left her standing there as he strode over to a set of drawers along the wall. He rummaged in a drawer, then came back to her with a collar in his hands. He fastened the collar around her neck, then attached a leash. He tugged on the leash, making her stumble.
“We have company upstairs. You’re going to be the entertainment. You won’t be gagged tonight so you can use your safeword if you need it.”
Her mouth was dry and she swallowed with difficulty. As he pulled her behind him up the stairs, she could hear both male and female voices laughing and shouting.
Chris pulled her along, keeping tension on the leash. She was naked except for the collar. They reached the top of the stairs and entered the kitchen. Chris pushed her roughly through the open door into a dining room.
There were four couples seated at a long dining table in various stages of undress. Most of the women were naked and the men were at least half-naked. Some of them were lazily stroking their cocks. One woman was on her knees in front of another man, sucking him as if her life depended on it. Rachel’s cunt flooded at the obvious display of sex. This was more like what she had had in mind.
A hush fell over the table when the guests spotted Chris.
“Who’s horny?” Chris asked with a grin.
This was met by cheers and shouts.
Chris pushed Rachel forward. “Some of you have already had the pleasure of tasting this slut. She came begging for more, so here she is. Don’t hold back, I want her completely ruined.”
More shouts of joy. The man nearest Rachel grabbed the leash and pulled her to her knees. She winced when her knees hit the ground hard.
“Just what I needed,” the man growled. “A willing mouth for my cock.”
The woman next to him grabbed the back of Rachel’s hair, pulling her away from the man’s cock. “Why should you be the first to have fun? Let me have a taste.”
She got up, pulling Rachel onto her feet. “Clear the table,” she commanded. Someone swept the dishes to one side and the woman pushed Rachel onto the table. In an instant, her mouth was on Rachel’s cunt, licking and sucking her.
The other guests jeered. The got up as well to join the fun. Hands pulled Rachel’s nipples, tweaking them hard. A man pushed his cock in her mouth, making her gag before she could suck him properly. The woman between her legs pushed three fingers inside Rachel’s cunt and started fucking her. A man folded Rachel’s hand around his cock and she started milking him.
The woman between her legs knew what she was doing and Rachel could feel her orgasm approach her fast. She bucked her hips against the woman’s mouth trying to get more pressure. The woman sucked Rachel’s clit into her mouth. Rachel cried out as delicious pleasure ripped through her.
The woman was replaced by a man who sunk balls deep into her. She didn’t get any time to recover from her first orgasm before she felt the next one overtake her. She sucked hard on the cock in her mouth. The man grunted and, without warning, he dumped his cumload into her mouth. She gagged and swallowed.
The man grabbed her hair. “Make sure you don’t spill a drop.”
Hands pulled her off the table and led her to a sofa. She was bent over the back of the sofa. Another cock was thrust into her mouth while the man she’d been jerking off finished himself off, spraying his cum onto her back of her neck. The hot liquid dribbled down her neck onto her breasts. A woman crawled underneath her and started licking her clean, sucking her nipples until she came again.
Another man grabbed her hips and rammed inside her. His cock was huge, stretching her painfully. He didn’t give her time to adjust but fucked her purely for his own pleasure. He slapped her ass hard at each thrust. Another orgasm built, but before she could come, the man grunted and stilled inside her. A moment later she could feel his hot cum squirt against her cervix.
One of the women dragged her to her feet and pushed her against the wall. She spread Rachel’s legs and pushed her forward so that Rachel’s ass was sticking out. Cum leaked out of her cunt, staining her thighs. A hush fell. Rachel wanted to look around to see what was going on, but she didn’t dare. A woman knelt between Rachel’s outstretched legs, her back to the wall. She grabbed Rachel’s hips and started fucking her with her mouth and fingers.
Rachel was lost to the pure ecstasy that was coursing through her. She moaned and tried to push her hips against the woman’s mouth, but the woman held her tightly in place.
A moment later Rachel heard the sound of a whip cracking. A split second later, searing pain erupted on her back. She cried out. Two more lashes followed in rapid succession, each more painful than the one before. Rachel whimpered. As the third lash stung her ass, the woman’s tongue and fingers pushed her over the edge. Pain and pleasure mingled together in such a heady mixture Rachel feared she might pass out.
Someone kicked her legs from underneath her and she fell to the ground. Her breath was knocked out of her. Another last hit her thighs. Someone pushed her onto her back. The carpet chafed her sore back and thighs, but she welcomed the pain.
Mouths sought her breasts, tongues teased her nipples. A man sunk his cock into her cunt. Two other men were jerking off above her, their faces contorted with lust. A woman squatted above her, pushing her cunt into Rachel’s face. The woman writhed and moaned as Rachel licked and sucked the hot, wet folds.. Rachel’s cunt was sore, her legs shaking from all the orgasms and still, she wanted more.
The woman came with a loud cry, gushing all over Rachel’s face. Cum squirted over her belly and breasts as the two men orgasmed simultaneously. Her cunt was still being pounded by the last man, but she wanted another cock in her mouth.
“Please,” she begged, her voice no more than a croak. “More.”
“Fuck, she is a real cumslut,” one of the men remarked.
Yes, she was. She loved how she was being used. In the fog of pleasure and pain, she could only register the need to take more cock.
She felt like she was being ripped apart by the huge cock pounding into her. She felt herself floating outside of her body. A primal cry ripped from her throat as the man inside her came, pushing her over the edge once again. He dumped his load inside her cunt with a grunt, then withdrew. A woman took his place, feasting on Rachel’s cunt as if to clean up every last drop of the man’s cum.
And then Chris hovered into view, his body gloriously naked. She mewled with lust at seeing his erect cock standing proud between his legs. He knelt on top of her and shoved his cock deep down her throat. With a moan of happiness, Rachel started sucking him.
Chris didn’t last long. Even before the woman was finished cleaning Rachel out, Chris came, shooting his load into Rachel’s mouth. She greedily swallowed and sucked until she had extracted every trace of cum from his cock.
The woman between Rachel’s legs had two fingers inside Rachel’s cunt, scooping the last drops of cum out. Rachel didn’t have the energy anymore to moan. Everything hurt and everything felt exquisite. She was on the cusp of another orgasm, but she didn’t know if she had it in her anymore.
“Glad you decided to let us play with the whore,” one of the men remarked. “I thought you would’ve stopped us by now.”
Chris looked down on her, his face a scowl. “The slut got what she deserved.”
That pushed her over the edge. With a cry, she gushed all over the woman’s face.
And then it was over. She didn’t know whether the guests were spent or whether Chris told them to leave. She was floating on a cloud of satisfaction. Her abused cunt throbbed, but it was a good pain. She had finally received what she wanted.
Continue reading Part 12.
It’s the roaring twenties.
Desperate to escape the stifling confines of her life with her aunt and uncle in New York, Jane Travers arrives at her friend Rachel’s country home determined to enjoy a summer full of fun and excitement. Rachel has promised her risqué parties, but what awaits Jane is beyond her wildest dreams. Guided by her old flame, Sidney Fitzroy, and the sensual singer Lillian Smith, Jane enthusiastically embarks on a journey of sexual self-discovery.
With Sidney and Lillian both satisfying her deepest desires, Jane sheds her restrictive upbringing and embraces her newfound freedom. As her feelings for both Lillian and Sidney intensify, Jane faces an impossible choice: a stable future with Sidney or a lifetime of excitement with Lillian.
But how can she choose when her heart belongs to both of them?