She sighed as he withdrew. A moment later his hand tightened at her waist, and he pressed two fingers in there, all the way inside. Ruby had fucked her ass less than an hour ago but already, again, it hurt to be breached there. Not sharp, injuring hurt, but hurt that turned her on and opened her up. Her sphincter tensed around his fingers and she ached for more, for pain and torment to go with the invasion of her body. He withdrew and she could sense Liam move closer, taking his place.
It was Liam who gave her the first taste of impact, a warm-up spanking with a rubber paddle. In between sharp, light smacks, he groped her pussy, and then squeezed her ass cheeks with a firm, unforgiving grip. She tried not to cry out. It wasn’t time for that yet, but she struggled, making the cuff chains rattle. The grating metal sound made everything seem worse, made her feel she was in a terrifying predicament, although, rationally, she knew she could safeword anytime. It was more fun to feel scared and traumatized.
Rubio returned, and they started using floggers, still light, still warming up. They laid strokes up and down her back, then down to her buttocks and the backs of her thighs. Both of them worked in tandem, covering her body in heated tingles, taking breaks when the other one wanted to play. Floggers were thuddy and they sounded scary, but they didn’t hurt as much as the thinner implements did. It occurred to Petra that a long warm up like this meant they were planning to play hard with her. Well, that was the whole point, she reminded herself. For Liam to unleash his pent-up sadistic urges.
The floggers finally ceased. Petra stretched her arms and legs as well as she could in her restrained-and-spread position. There was more discussion, this time in soft tones she couldn’t hear. Their voices rose after a moment. “I’ll hold her for you, you hold her for me. Why not?”
“Because she can be a baby, that’s why not. Is better if she’s restrained.”
“Maybe it’s time to make her grow up a little.”
A pause.
Then, from Liam: “If we have to, we chase her. Right?”
Petra squeezed her eyes shut tighter. Holy hell. What were they planning? Rubio came to her and started working on the wrist cuffs. “You can open your eyes, girl. We’re letting you go for a moment.” His lips quirked up in a half-smile. “But not really letting you go. Okay?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Oh, Jesus, that sounds hot. Quick, suck me.” He urged her downward and she had to bend from the waist because Liam was still undoing the spreader bar. When her ankles were free she sank to her knees and sucked Ruby avidly, aroused by the flogging and spanking. “That’s good,” he said with a sigh. “Stick your ass out for me, pretty girl. Arch your back, that’s right.”
She rearranged herself, straining to maintain the position he wanted. Then, crack! A sizzling stroke lit up her ass cheeks. She looked behind her to see Liam wielding a long, narrow leather strap.
“No, forward,” said Ruby, hooking a finger in her silver collar. “Ass out.”
She did as she was told—reluctantly—but she couldn’t help crying out as the strap connected again, and again. Ruby held her collar so she couldn’t turn, couldn’t do anything but service him as ordered. She sucked harder, faster, as if that might mitigate the pain coming from behind. After a while, Liam started alternating the blows between her ass and the sensitive skin at the top of her thighs. The strokes came harder, faster, with excruciating accuracy, until she pulled away from Ruby and collapsed with a cry.
She waited for a reprimand, but she was only nudged back into position. “Your turn,” Ruby said to his friend.
Liam rolled on a red, cherry-flavored condom. Petra knelt before him in dread, not dread because it was Liam, but dread because Ruby had taken the strap and the position behind her. She looked up at Liam, finding no sympathy, only a steady gaze. “Maybe a little something to get her started,” he said to Ruby over her head.
With a gasp, she opened her mouth, taking him deep at the same time the strap burned across her ass. His cock was big, like Ruby’s, a challenge to deep throat. She gagged and cried, tears running down her face as the strap kept falling. Just suck him, Petra. There was a cosmic comfort, a release in just focusing on what she was supposed to do. She was giving the sloppiest, messiest blowjob ever, punctuated with pleas and whining, but Liam made her continue, and, from the look on his face, was enjoying it quite a bit.
Finally, he pulled away. “I don’t want to come yet. She’s not done yet.”
Not done yet? Petra shuddered, wondering what “done” meant.
Ruby gestured to some nearby equipment. “Let’s bend her over the horse.”
“Good idea,” said Liam. “We’ll crop her like a recalcitrant filly.”
“Like a—what?”
“Nothing. Who’s going first?”
Rubio went first. Petra knew how much he loved riding crops, and how good he was at flicking her all over the place until she was begging to escape. He started hard, with a volley of punishing strokes. When she couldn’t stay bent over, when she started kicking, Liam went around to the front of her and captured her hands, and stretched her arms in front of her so she couldn’t twist away. Ruby continued the cropping, placing red-hot bites all over her ass and legs. She wanted this, she loved it, but it hurt so much… “Please,” she begged, staring up at Liam and trying to pull away from him. “Please!”
“Please, harder?” asked Liam, tightening his grip. “Hey, man, she wants it harder.”
Ruby grinned. “Maybe you should take over then.”
“Okay, you hold her. She’s getting kind of feisty. Maybe some clamps? I’ll get the whip. And the cane.”
“The cane?” Petra cried.
“She’s never been caned,” said Ruby as Petra straightened and regarded both men in fear. Clamps? Whip? Cane? How long was this session going to last? She was already aching hot, with a scarlet ass and thighs, and they were ramping up to ouchier things. Rubio nudged her back down over the horse, taking the clamps when Liam brought them.
“Please, no,” she begged as he knelt in front of her. “Please, no more clamps.”
“She doesn’t want the clamps,” Ruby said to Liam.
“That’s funny,” his friend replied. “It’s kind of like she thinks she has a choice.”
“Yeah. Could you give me a hand?”
Liam lifted her and held her back against his chest. His cock pressed against her ass cheeks as he gripped her arms hard at the small of her back. She took quick, frantic breaths as Ruby approached with the first clover clip. Oh, God, mother of God. That fucking hurts. Liam’s grip tightened as she struggled; she wasn’t going anywhere. He licked the side of her ear, his long hair brushing over her shoulders. “It’s not so bad,” he whispered. “You need this.”
Tears gathered in her eyes, because it was true. She hadn’t always needed this but now, now that she’d experienced how much pleasure she got from enduring pain, she did need it. She gritted her teeth as the other clamp closed on her sensitive nipple. Ruby gave the chain a playful tug.
“Lean her down.”
She groaned as Liam pressed her forward. This chain was heavier than normal, weighted. As she bent over the horse, gravity did sadism’s work, tightening the grip.
So, so, so, so much pain, and it was only the beginning. She cried out as the first whip stroke fell, and struggled to get away. Rubio came closer and secured her with his arm around her waist. “Don’t fight it so hard,” he said. “Be a good girl.”
“But…but…”
Another stroke fell, a line of fire right at the apex of her thighs. Then another. Tears flowed down her face, her voice one long wail. “I can’t,” she cried. “I can’t take it.”
“Use your safeword then,” Ruby said calmly.
She bit her lip, sobbing through another stroke. The chain swung from her breasts, a constant ache in her nipples that exacerbated the pain of the whip. Before, she’d been excited-scared. Now she was holy-shit-scared. How much would they give her? She was already nearing
the limits of what she could take.
“Cane now,” said Ruby.
“No! Please,” she begged.
“Just try it,” he said, tightening his grip on her. “You might like it. He’ll start slow.”
“You should do it,” said Liam, “if it’s her first time.”
“No, you. Me and Pet will have plenty of time for canes later. Won’t we, baby?”
Oh Jesus. Petra hadn’t forgotten about the Plexiglas cane under his bed. She went limp over the sawhorse, her way of psyching herself up for more pain. I can do this. I can survive this. It’s not my body, it’s theirs. I’m their toy, their instrument to play with. I have to let go of everything, including my will…
She felt the teasing caress of a slender cane, then Liam’s fingers probing her pussy, filling her until she squeaked. “She’s still wet,” he announced. “Wetter than ever.”
She whimpered. Whimpers, squeaks, wails. It was as if she was losing her power of speech along with her will. “I’m scared,” she managed to say.
“You’re a good girl,” Liam replied. “And so beautiful, submitting this way.”
Her reward for her submissive “beauty?” A sizzling cane stroke across her already aching cheeks. Ruby was right; Liam hadn’t lit into her full strength. It hurt, but not unbearably.
Still, it hurt.