“Yes, sir.” She put the vibe down and stretched her arms out, lying exposed in her harness.
“So, how do you want to play this?” Trewin asked Cordwainer. “Should we tie her, or…No, I suppose we need to be able to move her about a bit.”
“I suggest we tie her once we’ve finished with her. Do you want to take turns or perhaps try some double penetration?”
“Double penetration,” mused Trewin, stroking his chin. “Is there enough room for three of us on that bed?”
“She’s taken four on that mattress before now.”
“Four? How the heck did that work?”
“One at the front, one at the back, one in her mouth and she was tossing off the fourth man with a free hand. She was on fire that night. I’ll show you the film sometime.”
“I’d love to see it. Okay. Let me think. What do you want, Charles? Pussy, arse or mouth?”
“I think you get first dibs, Phil.”
“Oh, thanks. Very well, I’ll take her arse. Did you hear that, slut? You’re going to get your arse fucked tonight, and I’m going to make sure you feel it. What do you say to that?”
“Thank you, sir. You’re very good to me.”
“I am, aren’t I? Get on your hands and knees and show me that bum. I want a good look at what I’m getting.”
Michelle obeyed, resting her head on her forearms in order to thrust her backside out as far as possible. The more her skin stretched, the more the cane marks came back to life, throbbing a rhythmic reminder of her earlier punishment.
Trewin gave the presented mounds a good squeeze, feeling them comprehensively before taking a bottle of lube from the toy drawer and unbuckling the harness strap that ran between Michelle’s cheeks.
“What are you going to do?” he asked Cordwainer. “Pussy? How would we work that?”
“I’ve done it in several positions,” said Cordwainer, smiling as Trewin pushed a greased thumb against Michelle’s anus. “She can sit on my cock while you pump her arse. Or you can have her lower herself onto your cock and lie back while I fuck her in the missionary. Or variations thereof.”
“Okay,” said Trewin, slapping Michelle’s bottom as she squirmed involuntarily beneath the insistent probing of his thumb. “It all sounds a bit gymnastic for me. Do you mind if one of us fucks her at a time, while the other plays with her?”
“It’s your decision,” Cordwainer murmured. “Very well. Why don’t you start fucking her arse and I’ll take her mouth. She looks good on all fours, doesn’t she?”
“It’s her natural position,” said Trewin. “Little slut bitches need to stay on their knees, don’t they, slut?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Right, then. I’m going to get undressed and then you can prepare for an arseful of cock as well as a mouthful.”
The men shed their clothes, and Michelle waited. Usually they were more vocal than this, almost chatty in a self-conscious way with each other, but tonight the rules were different. Trewin was in charge, and Cordwainer would follow his lead. It felt unnatural to Michelle, but perhaps it was just something they were trying out for the sake of novelty. She pressed her palms into the duvet and hoped.
Trewin’s hands were first on her, holding her hips while the end of his cock began to push, gently at first, between her bottom cheeks. Then she saw Charles’s flat abdomen and revived cock beneath her nose and she bent obediently to take her third helping of spunk for the evening.
“Here,” said Cordwainer roughly, putting a large dildo down in front of her. “Fill your pussy with this. You need to have all your holes stuffed tonight.”
Michelle worked the dildo in underneath her, trying not to throw Trewin off his stride as he edged farther and farther into her back passage. The feeling of fullness caused her to moan over the head of Charles’s cock. She managed to find the on switch and flick it, feeling the waves of sensation pulse inside her pussy while her arsehole stretched to fit her new master’s length and girth. It began to hurt and she gyrated her hips, whimpering around the fat fullness in her mouth, but soon it was all the way in and Trewin’s cock tip pushed up against the head of the vibrator, making everything wobble and unravel inside her, turning her mind to mush. Oh, here she was, a dirty slut filled with cock and vibrations,
Trewin’s stomach covering her bum and making the cane strokes sizzle with soreness. Here, at last, the intensity she always craved, making her forget herself and who she was and what she was outside the bedroom, making her this elemental creature of sex who just needed it constantly, needed so badly to be fucked into oblivion.
Charles possessed her mouth, thrusting urgently into her wailing throat, while Trewin began a slow, sliding up-down inside her arse. She wanted to ask for permission to come, but she couldn’t, so she came anyway, three times in total through a combination of the relentless vibrator and the feeling of utter submission and degradation. Trewin used her bum hard and then came all over her cheeks, hot splashes dripping along her welts while Charles withdrew from her mouth to decorate her breasts with pearly drops.
She remained in that position, the vibrator still humming inside her pussy, her bum and breasts sticky and cold and sore, waiting for permission to move.
But permission did not come, and she had to remain on her hands and knees, taking the vibrations and climaxing one more time while her masters sipped at schooners of sherry and talked business for half an hour.
When they were ready, Charles ordered her onto her back, removed the vibrator and fucked her pussy, holding her legs vertically in the air to stretch her as wide as possible until he was finally spent. Trewin moved in after him and repeated the process, pulling out shortly before orgasm to shower her stomach with his seed.