Jess had been naughty. Her Master had been away for a week, and she had been instructed to send him videos of her taking cock every night; something that she did every night except the last. She had decided to ‘fail’ at obeying his orders to see how he would handle it; to see if he would just roll his eyes and call her a cheeky girl or if she would be punished.
She didn’t expect this, though.
When Master came home and put his things away, at first he didn’t say anything about it; he had some lunch. Let her know that he had some friends coming over, before hopping in the shower. Truthfully, she had been a little disappointed; she had expected at least a spanking, but the man didn’t even bring up the fact that she hadn’t obeyed him properly.
She wasn’t ready, but she was excited.
She should have taken it as a warning when the friends who came over were the three men who Master had shared her with; the friends who used her like a fucktoy when she called them over. Outside that, they were regular, friendly guys; mostly unremarkable in her life as unlike Master, they didn’t have many hobbies in common. Well, she and Oliver liked the same You tubers, but that was their only connection other than the fact that she loved when he filled her ass with cum.
Jess knew she had to be a good girl.
When Master came out of the shower, he wore his favorite red robe, before sitting down on the couch, as one of the men excused himself. With a small snap, he looked at his friends, and said only two words. “Get her.”
At that, the other two men sprung into action, practically pouncing on Jess. Hands pulled her arms behind her back, others grabbed the front of her shirt and tore it apart. Eyes wide, Jess tried to struggle, but as Master walked over and got his fist in her hair, he slapped her as his friends stripped her roughly. Squealing, struggling, she whimpered. “I’m sorry!” she bellowed out, to which her Master grabbed her face.
“No you aren’t,” he said, a sadistic smile coming over his face.
The third of his friends returned to the room and she tried to look his way but his fist in her hair kept her facing forward. Jess was stripped, brutally and roughly, hands grabbing her breasts and her hips and grabbing and rubbing her pussy as it grew wetter. She whimpered as she had a ball gag forced into her mouth and a blindfold put over her eyes.
Her feet were put into heels and locked; a metal bar was slipped under the arch of the heels and then chained to her feet with a light chain, keeping her trapped and forcing her to stand up straight in heels. Her hair was pulled into a braid and pulled back into the rope binding her hands behind her back. She felt her breasts pulled outward, pinched lightly as she was forced to stand straight and she felt varnished wood clamp around her breasts as they were put in stocks and rope was bound to the living room’s hard point and she was made to stand straight. The ball gag and blindfold left her helpless as four men’s hands squeezed and teased her breasts.
One hand slapped her left breast, sending sensation rushing through her, before another one slapped her right. Jess whimpered and tried to jerk away, but between the stocks, rope, and the heels keeping her standing up straight she was helpless. Shaking, Jess moaned in her gag as Master’s friends continued to slap her breasts, before teasing them with their nails.
“Now,” Master’s voice said. “You were to take cock seven days in a row. Not six. Seven,” he punctuated, and pain shot and ripped through her ass as a crop hit it, causing her to scream into her gag, knees shaking and pussy throbbing. The pain dulled into pleasure as Jess whimpered and writhed helpless, incapable of even clamping her thighs together. “Seven,” he said, striking the other side of her ass.
It was overwhelming, intense. Just two blows and Jess was apologizing profusely into her gag, begging to be let go or begging to be fucked, pussy soaking from those two little blows.
Master began to strike her ass with the crop, slowly and methodically. She squealed and cried out, tears burning in her blindfolded eyes as her left nipple was pinched and the breast was slapped. Pain shot through her from both directions. Warmth wrapped around her right nipple as one of Master’s friends leaned down to suck on it, and she started moaning as the pleasure contrasted to the pain; every strike hurt more, but the sucking felt so good.
Master landed another blow, carefully avoiding where he struck the last time; welts rose on her ass as heat ran through it. The feeling of that sharp pain began to dull; almost numbing as she felt light-headed, high from the blows. Hands began to run nails along her shoulders and neck, sending shivers through her. Jess’s puss throbbed and ached, desperate for something. The blows had not just made her pussy wet, but soaked it; she clamped her thighs together and groaned, shaking and twisting with the tiny amount of movement availed to her.
The man on her left breast stopped slapping and began to suck and tease; the feeling of tongues on each nipple, sucking and flicking against her felt blissful. The brutality of Master’s cane felt wonderful; made her feel like she was a bad little beloved slut getting the correction she desperately needed. Moaning, clamping her thighs, in her gagged state she started to repeatedly apologize; not out of fear, but out of wanting to be Master’s good little slut. Not that it mattered; he couldn’t hear what she was saying. All he knew was that she was drooling, her pussy was dribbling, body trembling and knees shaking.
The caning stopped. The hands on her shoulders let them go, before suddenly a hand wrapped itself around her neck and began to squeeze. Desperate, fearful breaths through her nose made her heart race, and she felt that heartbeat throbbing so hard on her pussy. Whimpering, she choked out a sound of pleasure.
Jess wanted it. Jess wanted to be fucked by all these men. She wanted their cum filling her, mixing inside of her, dripping out of her pussy; she wanted the feeling of hot cum deep inside of her ass, filling her with that warmth and thickness.
Without warning, her pussy was filled. She let out a cry as she felt the rush of heat from her Master’s hard cock, throbbing inside of her. She was helpless; all she could do was weakly try to push back against him, but so off-balance she couldn’t do that.
All she could do was accept his cock as he grabbed her hips and dug his nails in hard enough to leave bruises. Pulling her back onto him, the sound of their bodies slamming together overwhelmed the sound of her screaming into the gag. Without warning, she felt energy rush through her and she felt every muscle tense up, going light-headed as she came hard on Master’s cock. Squealing, she whimpered, shuddered, trembled as he used the feeling of her pussy being even tighter to pound her harder and harder. He jerked back brutally on her; her breasts feeling the tightness of the stocks clamping down as they grew slightly numb, the feeling of her scalp being pulled by rope.
Jess was a helpless little fuckdoll and all she could do was cum. Her cunt, greedy for his cum, clamped down and tried to make it hard to thrust into her, and snarling, growling like a monster, he slapped her ass. The feeling of her welts being slapped made Jess scream and her pussy clamp down even harder, milking his massive cock and begging it for cum.
There was a rush and Jess shook, muscles shaking and body shuddering as she felt Master fill her with cum before her pussy sprayed him, squirting all of him. The ground was covered in her cum as she shook, crying out and whimpering. Her body went limp; Jess was worn down, exhausted, a half-broken and entirely satisfied little fucktoy for Master. When he pulled out, Jess whimpered, cold air rushing onto her pussy as soft moans escaped her lips as Master’s warm cum began to slowly dribble down her thigh, cooling on her skin as the hands choking her and mouths teasing her breasts pulled away.
Jess had little warning as she felt a hand press onto her hip. A whimper was muffled by the gag; her pussy was sore, but still craving more cum. There was a moment when she felt the tip of a well-lubed cock press against the pucker of her ass, before it slowly pushed into her. Jess’ body stiffened as a hint of fear of a forceful thrust filled her as the slight stimulation filled her with pleasure.
The man teasing her ass with the tip of his cock pushed in a little further. The feeling of cum dribbling out of her contrasted to the sensation of her ass being filled, slowly. The thrusts were delicate, gentle; this man didn’t want to tear her ass apart. Instead, he slowly pushed into her, forcing her deeper and deeper into subspace. A gentle thrust, and then pulling back. Pushing himself a little deeper into her. Her hips pushed back against him, craving even more of his cock.
Finally, the man got his cock all the way inside of her and put both his hands on her hips, pulling back on her ass as he thrusted up all the way into her. Jess let out a low, guttural, long moan as she savored the feeling of her ass being full, closing her blindfolded eyes in bliss. The man pulled back and began to truly fuck her ass; rather than gently teasing in, getting her body more used to his cock, he was thrusting, starting to pound her. She squealed and screamed into the gag. Every thrust sent a spike of pure bliss from her. Every thrust made her tight pussy clamp down on nothing.
Someone reached between her legs and put a wand to her cunt and with a single flick of a finger, turning it on, forced an orgasm from her. Pussy clamping down, ass clamping down and squeezing the massive cock in her ass, she heart a guttural growl from behind as she was pounded harder and harder. The cock forcing itself into her as the vibrations drove her to higher and higher bliss, she squealed and gushed, the cock in her throbbing and twitching at the way that her body clamped down on it.
Without warning, the feeling of heat filling her ass, matching her pussy with the thick cum tipped her over an edge, driving her into an overlapping orgasm as she screamed herself hoarse. Shaking, whimpering, Jess began to shake and tremble and whimper. She felt well-used, exhausted, fucked into oblivion.
And when that second cock pulled from her and she felt herself being taken out of the stocks and rope, she knew the night wasn’t over; there weer still two hard cocks, and she knew her Master would want round two, and round three.