Dirty Dozen- P.L.A.Y.- tales of sexual savagery and Daddy's Girl (Dirty Dozens)

by Aaron Evans

  "Shh." I struggled, but there was no way I was getting free. He squeezed my neck, briefly, and I stopped. He bore me to my knees, and held me there.

  Then, I saw the other men.

  They came from the shadows; each also dressed in an odd, tribal manner. One of them reached into his shorts and pulled a knife. I screamed, but the man holding me covered my mouth with a gigantic hand.

  It is impossible to explain what goes through one's mind.

  Of course I was safe. Of course Master Victor had planned this entire scene. It was possible that he had someone watching out for me, even now, as I had watched out for Kira.

  But your instincts? That place behind your mind that is only about eating, sleeping and fucking?

  There're only two answers that place has for you- fight or flee. So even though my mind could have calmed me down, my gut was screaming at me.

  For two thousand generations, this was the worst fear of every woman- being captured and used by a group of men. It was a hard voice to ignore.

  "Hold her." The man with the knife had a gruff, commanding voice. He brushed his fingers along my face and grinned.

  Then, he brought the knife to my neck. I screamed against the hand over my mouth, and tried to squirm away.

  He was cutting my clothing off.

  He held my dress, so that my thrashing wouldn't hamper him, and slowly cut the blue fabric off of my body. Of course, I had on no bra, no panties, so that dress was all I had to cover myself. I heard the men muttering appreciatively as the fabric slowly revealed my fair skin. The man doing the cutting focused on his work, and then looked me in the eyes. I was panting, tears running down my cheeks.

  "Hello, love." His voice was quiet, but dangerous. He handed the knife to one of the other men, and looked back to my eyes.

  "Open her legs."

  I fought again, immediately struggling with his words, but it was to no avail. Two more men, one young seeming and the other with a pony-tail stepped forward, and each grabbed one of my legs. I was powerless as they pulled them apart.

  The first man, (who I thought of as "Knife") smiled wickedly, and then reached for my thighs. I struggled, attempting to beg through my captor's hand.

  My desire was gushing down my legs. His fingers found my clit within moments, and he began stroking me. I moaned, gently bucking my hips. He rubbed faster, and I whimpered prettily.

  Oh, God. I did not want to enjoy this. My body had other ideas, however.

  "She loves it. The little whore loves every second." I didn't see who said it, but he was right. I moaned softly, my eyes fluttering. Another man reached down and pinched one of my nipples. I gasped.

  Fuck. They had me. I loved it.

  "There's a good girl." Knife nodded to my captor, ("Hands"? Why not. I had no names) and he released my mouth. My makeup was surely smeared, and I knew that I had trails of mascara on my face, but I didn't care. Knife's fingers were magical. I had never had anyone touch me so gently, yet persistently. I bucked myself back and forth, shoving against his hand.

  Then, Hands was attaching something around my head. Before I realized what it was, he had pushed a ring gag between my full lips.

  "Let's get her back to the bed." Knife grinned at the words, which were uttered by another man, one I did not see. Hands pulled me up, and I was over his shoulder in just a moment. By the time he got me to the bed, there were four men standing around it, none of which I had seen before. How many were there? Six? Seven? It didn't seem to matter whether there were two or twenty- they were going to use me. I was here for their pleasure and powerless to do anything about it.

  Hands unceremoniously dumped me on the bed, and the four men wrestled me down. I had a moment to notice that they were all wearing the tribal get-up before Master Victor's laughing words echoed in my memory.

  "I'm certain you will find yourself a proper barbarian or two before the end of the night."

  Then, they had me. With a man on each limb, Hand crept over my body and straddled my face. He pulled an uncircumcised cock from underneath his leathers.

  "Ready, little girl?"

  Someone was playing with my clit again, while thick, wet fingers explored my ass. I whimpered at the intrusion, which was all Hands needed for a big smile.

  Then, he was fucking my mouth.

  I have always hated ring gags. The implication was that I had to be forced, when I loved sucking cock. I knew this little scene was supposed to be frightening- and it was- but I couldn't help but sigh contentedly just before he began to earnestly, fiercely, fuck my face.

  "Fuck. Oh Fuck." Hands was moaning as he forced himself past my full lips. Someone else was holding my head for him, but that wasn't really required. I loved it. I loved his taste, loved the way his scent surrounded me.

  As Hands fucked my mouth, someone else took up position between my legs and pushed his way into my cleft. I gasped as the man started to fuck me. I couldn't see who it was, past Hand's thrusting body, but really didn't care. Whoever it was fucked me so hard that the bed rocked back and forth. I felt my nipples grow hard, like little pebbles, as I thought of him using me. They were all using me. They were going to take turns fucking me and coming on my face and tits…

  Then Hands pulled himself out of my mouth. He held his hardness in front of my face, stroking it.

  "What a good little slut you are. God damn…"

  He yelped as I poked my tongue out and gently licked his sack. It was difficult with the ring gag in, but my pink little tongue went out as far as it could and I slavered over his balls.

  "SHIT!! Oh Jesus! Oh…"

  And then, he was stroking his cock and coming, long thick strings of it splashing on my face and hair. I tried to lick my lips, but really couldn't. It seemed like he came for long minutes, moaning and gripping my hair.

  "Fuck. Fuck me." He half- laughed, even though he was still panting. The grin on his face was amazing.

  I loved being this. I loved making men feel whole, happy.

  He looked down at me and saw the glazed look on my face. He smiled. "We don't need to wear this, do we?"

  I shook my head, moaning softly at the fierce fucking his friend was giving me. "No, Sir." My words were weirdly twisted by the ring, but he understood.

  Hands gently took the ring gag from my mouth and tossed it aside. Then, he used one of his large fingers to wipe his come from my face, and offer it to me on his finger.

  "Thank you, Daddy." I opened my mouth and greedily sucked his come off of the finger, keeping my baby-blues on him the entire time, whimpering as I was being fucked.

  "God damn." He shook his head in admiration, and then looked around. "Who else wants a turn with her mouth?"

  It was less than two minutes into sucking my second cock when the man fucking me began to tremble and swear. I felt him tense up, and then start to scream as he filled me. Just as he was coming, he began to madly rub my sweet nub, and I moaned around the man who was fucking my mouth. I thought I might come, finally, but Knife stopped things before I could.

  "We'll never all have her this way." He smiled sadistically at me. "Bitch has three pretty holes; let's use them all."

  My heart pounded at his words. I knew I could take them however they pleased, but all at once? I had never been filled like that before.

  I was grabbed and pulled off the bed, and Knife lay down in my place. He smiled at me. "Can you sit on my cock like a good girl, ‘Tasia?"

  I blushed. "Yes, Sir."

  "Get over here then, sit on my cock and let me feel that tight little pussy."

  I walked to him, feeling the eyes of the men devour me. I stepped up to the bed, and swung a leg across his lean body. After just a moment, I got positioned and lowered myself onto his up thrust hardness. I was so close to coming it was hard not to whimper as he filled me.

  "That's a good girl." He gently thrust inside me as he reached for my nipples. I gasped as he twisted them, and pulled me down close to him.

  "Who's going to come
fuck her pretty mouth?"

  A dark skinned man with dreadlocks stepped up to the front of the bed. My eyes grew wide when he pulled out his cock. He had a large gauge piercing in his purple head.

  "It's my little tooth chipper." He grinned at me. "You going to give me a little of what you gave Leo?"

  Hands laughed. "She doesn't know our names, fool."

  Dreads caressed my face. "It doesn't matter." He smiled. "I'm going to take your mouth, you sweet thing. Are you ready?"

  Knife was furiously fucking me, every thrust making me gasp, just a little bit. He kept twisting my nipples, so I alternated between little squeals of pleasure and biting my lip against the pain.

  "Yes, Daddy. Please fuck my mouth." I whimpered. The angle that Knife was using bounced him against my cervix, over and over. It hurt a little, but I was absolutely melting around his hard shaft.

  Then Dreads took my mouth.

  It was hard, getting his long cock down my throat with that piercing in it. I gagged at first, but he obviously didn't care. My eyes began to tear up, and mascara ran down my face as he cradled my head and fucked my pretty mouth.

  "You have a mouth like a poem." Master Victor's words always made my heart shine. Dreads didn't care about poetry, however. He pushed that piercing deep into my throat, making me gag again. I was crying, and mewling as Knife fucked me, and all I could think about was that I was just their fuck toy, just a piece of meat they were using to satisfy themselves. Just the thought was enough to drive me toward coming, and I knew then that I would- I would come on Knife's cock while Dreads plundered my poor throat.

  That was when a thin stripe of white fire burned its way across my ass.

  Dreads was cradling my head, and he was buried in my throat, but still I screamed. Tears burst from my eyes at the unexpected pain. Knife didn't stop his fucking me, however.

  "Can't exactly get away, can you, little bitch?" His grip around me tightened and he bit my neck. I couldn't help but moan at that; I love having my neck sucked and bitten on.

  Then came the second cut. I heard it this time, a thin, high pitched swoosh. I screamed again, and now started to blubber and cry in earnest. Dreads didn't care, and neither did Knife. If anything, they fucked me harder as one of the men started to cane me.

  That's all it could be. Nothing hurt like a caning.

  The next several moments are lost to me. I was powerless, held and used in the fiercest possible way. I know that I was struck several more times, in rapid succession. I know that I stopped sucking Dreads, but he didn't care, he just kept using my mouth. Knife dug his nails into my flanks, and began to tremble.

  "This is what I wanted, you little whore." His voice was a whisper. "I watched Victor beat you, and stroked my cock while he did it. I got so hot I had to tie my woman to the bed and fuck her until she couldn't walk. I took every hole she had, and thought of you the entire time. She screamed, but I never stopped."

  I moaned, incoherent.

  He was trembling. "Jesus, ‘Tasia, Fuck." He began to pump faster. "I'm going to come inside your sweet pussy, ‘Tasia."

  I was beyond caring, beyond doing. The caning had me riding high on endorphins. It was everything I could do to concentrate on Dread's long cock, sucking him, looking up at his face while he used me. Then, Knife suddenly twisted my poor nipples, harder than he had before and I squealed around my mouthful of Dreads’ cock.

  "FUCK!!!" I felt him pulsing as he filled me. "Oh, ‘Tasia, fuck." Almost as if by chance, whoever had been caning me swung again, one intense, severe strike. I screamed and jerked back. Dreads’ cock pulled out of my mouth.

  "DADDY!" I was crying. "Please stop beating me Daddy! I'll be good. I'll be a good girl." I was sobbing, practically incoherent. Dreads held my head and caressed my face as I cried. Knife kissed the skin between my breasts and held me, his cock still pulsing inside me.

  We lay like that forever. I cried, and they held me, like a precious thing.

  "Tasia, we need to get up." Knife was looking me in the eyes. I was still crying and my ass was on fire, but slowly I was able to sit up. He moved out from underneath me, and crouched on the bed next to me. He caressed the side of my face, and wiped away a tear.

  I sniffled.

  "We aren't done, pretty one. There are still several men here. Only two of us have come so far. We have a long night."

  I was crying again. If they were going to continue caning me, I couldn't take a long night. Unfortunately, there was no choice.

  I thought of Master Victor, his beautiful eyes, and the way I felt when I heard his voice.

  "Yes, Daddy." I sniffled and smiled weakly at him.

  "We're going to get someone else underneath you, pretty girl. You'll have the same man in your mouth, and we'll get another to take that pretty asshole."

  I actually smiled. Being fucked by three men at once sounded much better than the caning. "Yes, Daddy. Thank you, Daddy."

  "There's more than that, little one." Another man handed Knife a small device. "Master Victor has given us a very special privilege." I looked at the silver machine, my eyes wide.

  "You're going to pierce me?" One of the men chuckled.

  "If you can be a good girl for us, then we get to give you your first ring."

  "Your right nipple." That was Dreads. "We will piece you in the nipple closest to your right arm. Master Victor claims that side of you. You use your right hand to write. You are his tool. He marks you thus."

  I shuddered, looking into Dreads eyes. "Thank you, Daddy."

  “Well, that's not yet." Knife got up, and another man, one I hadn't seen before lay down. He smiled at me.

  "I'm the one who's been caning your pretty ass. Now, you're going to service me with your hot, tight pussy until I come." He has the slightest accent. British?

  I looked down. I decided his name was "Switch,” for the caning. His green eyes were intense, predatory. "Yes, sir." I straddled him, sinking my wetness over his erect cock. He felt amazing. Something about his curve hit my G-spot just right. I sighed contentedly as Switch began to fuck me.

  "Not so fast, little bird." Dreads walked back to the front of the bed. "I still need to feed you my come." I leaned forward, reaching for him with my mouth, when I felt another set of hands on my ass cheeks. A large finger pushed against my tightness, coating it with a cold, slippery wetness. There was hardly a pause before I felt a velvety smooth cock head against my nether opening.

  My eyes went wide as the cock pushed its way inside me. I trembled. I thought I was going to explode, right then.

  "Oh. Oh, fuck me." Switch began bucking underneath me, his pubic bone pounding against my clit like a drum. Behind me, the stranger was sliding rhythmically in and out of my ass, chuckling with pleasure.

  "Oh, fucking God," he groaned from behind me.

  My heart was going to burst from my chest. I couldn't move. The men held me tightly, fucking themselves in and out of my body with no particular rhythm. I felt full, and could tell that with Switch's pounding, I would come soon. I would come with both of them inside me.

  "Exactly." Dreads nodded sagely, as if I had spoken some lost wisdom. He took the back of my head and guided my mouth to his pierced cock.

  Then, the men began to fuck me in earnest.

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  P.L.A.Y.- scenes of sexual savagery

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  A Sextet in P.L.A.Y.

  Six exotic encounters

  This book includes:

  Prey

  Dominant

  In Heat

  Disciplined

  Bred

  Predator

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  Prey

  A Sextet in P.L.A.Y.

  Six exotic encounters

  This book includes:

  Prey

  D
ominant

  In Heat

  Disciplined

  Bred

  Predator

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  Prey

  "I feel terrible."

  "Stop it. Come on." The Wolf led me through the hallway. I gave one last glance back at Rob, but he was already turning away. I could see the pain in his eyes, and it tore at me.

  But we weren't good together. It was better this way.

  I had been trying for months to get Rob to see who I was- what I was. That was why we had come to the P.L.A.Y. convention. I had hoped that when he saw all the other animal-souled people, dressed in their skins, that he would understand how wonderful this all was. I needed him to see how only a few people in the entire world got to shake themselves loose of the mundane and have a truly special relationship.

  But that's not what he had understood. For Rob, it was all about money, and me moving in with him. It was as if all he could see was his increased responsibility.

  What I had wanted was for him to see me. I wanted him to see what a good little pet Bunny I could be.

  More than anything, I had wanted him to want this, to need to be my owner as much as I needed one.

  Now, it looked like that would be lost forever.

  Wolf stopped once we were two hallways away. He reached for me with the one arm he had bare, and caressed the side of my face. Wolf only wore a half-mask, on the left side of his face. The right side, his human side was compassionate, even sweet. His chocolate eyes were beautiful.

  "You're mine now, little Bunny. Isn't that what you want?"

  I hated myself for it, but it was. There was some deep, secret part of me that wanted to belong- to someone, to feel as if I had a place, as if there were rules, boundaries. Rob would never give me that. All Rob wanted to do was have a life separate from me. He didn't want to own me.

  It didn't matter how I felt about him; we would never work.