SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
“A few hours seem fair.” Mauro let out a gasp. “If you find something else to occupy your cock besides that amazing pussy.”
“I can think of something.” Reynard pulled himself free and then I felt him pushing between my cheeks. “Something just as fucking tight.”
I had never been fucked in my ass before—neither of them did that when I was their captive. It hurt when he started to push himself inside me, but the pain was delicious. I craved it. I felt myself slipping into a dark place where the only thing I could feel was the beautiful surrender of my body. My pussy was on fire, my body was aching for an orgasm, but instead—they just used me for their own lust. Mauro was the first to start throbbing—and then he unloaded in my mouth. I swallowed as fast as I could, forcing his cum down before it slid down my chin. Then my mouth was unoccupied and all I could focus on was the thunderous thrusts being hammered into my ass by Reynard.
“I’m going to make this nice and slow—make sure you suffer as long as possible.” He grabbed my hair and yanked my head back.
Yes—please—hurt me, Master!
Reynard controlled his thrusts for so long that I thought I was going to die if I didn’t get an orgasm. I tried to rub my clit against the bench, but the straps prevented much movement. Reynard’s cock teased me when the thrusts got faster because I could feel the twinge of pleasure in my pussy, but it wasn’t strong enough to make me come. It was like being roasted over a flame, but never feeling the fury of the fire. I finally felt him start to throb and there was nothing I could do but take his load. He drove his dick deep into my ass and filled it with his burning cum. Then he was gone—he pulled out and they left me laying there while they inspected the other implements that could be used to torment me.
They each returned with leather straps—about the width of a belt, but just a tad thicker. They slapped my ass several times, each of them taking a turn so that I never got a chance to prepare before the next one was landing. The straps were painful, but they didn’t swing them hard enough to leave more than red marks on my ass. The stinging sensation coupled with the barrage of their leather wrath left me aching for an orgasm. Mauro removed the gag from my mouth and knelt down with his eyes locked on mine.
“Beg for what you want.” He tilted his head to the side. “Beg for it and we’ll give it to you.”
“I want—please keep going.” I looked at him and pleaded “Don’t stop, Master.”
They returned the straps to the wall and came back with clamps. The cuffs were removed, and I was pulled from the bench. They took me to the center of the room and Reynard pulled down a set of cuffs that were hanging from the ceiling. They were wrapped around my wrists and fastened—then Mauro tightened them until I was almost suspended. Reynard put clamps on my nipples and Mauro lit a candle. The end of it was pushed into my throat and I was forced to hold it there as the wax started to drip down on my body.
This is the torment I craved—the ability to just let go—to succumb to their desires in order to feel my own.
They punished me with various implements while the candle burned. My body ached for more, each time I felt the pain sear my flesh. I was on the edge of bliss and I thought I was going to orgasm without even having one of them inside me—I was going to get off on the pain. Right before my body finally gave in to the lust simmering below the surface, they stopped punishing me. Reynard removed the candle from my mouth and walked behind me. I felt their cocks, hard and throbbing for me again. Mauro lifted my leg and forced himself inside my pussy. I barely had time to adjust before I felt Reynard entering my ass again. They were going to fuck me at the same time—there was no way I was going to be able to hold back much longer.
“Now, sweet Lizzy…” Reynard growled into my ear. “We’re going to make you come so many times you beg us to stop.”
“Never…” I exhaled sharply and felt them start thrusting. “Please fuck me!”
Their thrusts started fast and only got faster. One of them in my ass—the other buried inside my pussy. They were in touch with the primal side that made their beast roar, and both of them were unleashed on my body at the same time. The thrusts were in unison—each one of the Jackson brothers going deep at the same time. It didn’t take long before the first orgasm ripped through my body, and I knew it wouldn’t be the last. I could already feel the second one before the first was done. I was suspended between them and their thrusts were so hard that they were lifting my feet off the ground. My vision blurred—my mouth opened wide—and the second orgasm made me scream.
“Harder, Master!” I started gasping for air.
“Which one of us.” Mauro hammered himself hard, making my g-spot pulsate against his cock as I spasmed from the orgasm.
“Both!” I screamed again with bliss consuming my soul.
I sank into a place between pleasure and pain. The orgasms just kept coming and I was in constant euphoria. I let go of myself—let go everything except the nirvana that made me feel like I was floating. I finally felt both of them throbbing—they were about to erupt for the second time. My body was nothing more than a tool for their pleasure at that point but feeling their cum brought me back to the depths of reality long enough to orgasm for what felt like the hundredth time. My muscles were sore. My body was ravaged. I wasn’t even sure that I could speak—and I was in absolute heaven. Once their seed was inside me and their lust was satisfied, they removed the cuffs. I slumped forward into Mauro’s waiting arms.
“I guess we should carry her to the bedroom.” I heard Mauro’s words echoing in my ear, but they were ringing so bad it was distorted.
“No. She should spend the night in her cage.” I felt Reynard’s hands on my back.
Yes, Master—that’s exactly where I want to be.
Reynard
A few hours later
“Yes, that’s right.” I held the phone up to my ear. “Those two guys that were in jail with us—you know what I’m asking for.”
Josef Weber’s very painful—very unpleasant—immediate demise.
“You made the call?” Mauro walked in as I hung up the phone.
“Yes.” I nodded. “It’s done.”
“Good.” Mauro handed me a drink. “I don’t want that mother fucker to see another sunrise.”