by Rachel Nixx
Zee spoke powerfully. “She is mine. Only I say what happens to her in this space.”
God, would Zee whip her more in front of them? She tried to decide what level pain she’d been at. A six? Maybe a seven? She could take more, she knew she could. She craved for Zee to take her to nine. He knew where nine was, she knew it.
He went on. “I’m in charge, do you understand?”
Heads nodded. The redheaded tall man blinked as if to clear his vision.
“But,” said Zee, “I’m good at sharing. Who wants to touch the whore?”
“I do!” There was no hesitation on the part of the shorter, black-haired man. He wore a trucker’s cap that said, “Eat Play Shove,” and had two days’ worth of growth on his chin. Stepping forward, he said eagerly, “I wanna touch her.”
There was a chorus of hell, yeahs and uh-huhs from the other men.
“Can I have the whip?”
Zee shook his head, and Anna felt a sharp stab of relief. Zee, at least, knew how to wield it. She was frightened of the pain, but—somehow—understood that he knew what to do with it. The other men with the whip? How could she know what they’d do?
“Only your hand,” said Zee.
Suddenly seeming nervous, the stubbled man glanced over his shoulder. “What’m I allowed to do?”
“Anything you like.”
His eyes lit up. “Anything?”
Zee said, “Yes.” His tone was...what? Grudging? Anna tried to swing her eyes to look at him, but he took a step backward, just out of her line of sight.
The man gave Anna a nod, surprising her. “Joe,” he said. “Hiya.”
What did he expect her to do? Try to smash her muffled voice around the gag and introduce herself? Shake his hand? She was tied up. Anna gave him what she hoped was a chilling stare, but after his strange moment of formality, his eyes dropped to her body.
He touched her tentatively at first. A callused hand at her breast. A touch to her side. She felt his hand trace the welts at her stomach, then his fingers went lower, to the top of her mound. Jesus, he’d go right there?
She swallowed a cry as Joe tapped her, softly, right over her clit. The guys behind him laughed.
“Look at her! She likes it!”
“Do it again, bro.”
Joe stepped closer. Anna held her breath and closed her eyes.
“Eyes open,” said Zee. He’d moved so that he stood behind the men now. Anna tried not to notice that she wanted him closer.
Strangely, she barely felt Joe’s hand, moving slowly now over her pussy. Instead, the gazes of the other three men burned her skin. One was doubled over laughing, and she wasn’t sure what was funny. Was it her? Her face? The laughter unnerved her more than anything else had.
Joe stepped even closer, and Anna could feeel the shape of his cock pressing against her through his jeans.
“Enough,” growled Zee. His face was as dark as a winter storm.
Joe stopped, startled. “Sorry,” he said, still strangely polite.
Zee stepped between the men, taking Anna by the shoulders. “I think you deserve to be seen, don’t you guys?”
“Hell, yeah.”
Zee marched her toward the front of the room. “Up,” he said. “On the stage.”
Anna hesitated. It was clear today. No rain. More pedestrians passed on the sidewalks in front. Most of them walked quickly, their heads down, gazing at their cell phones, but all it would take was one person to stop and stare to draw attention to the window.
“Ah,” said Zee. “You see that, men? How she slows?”
They murmured assent behind her.
“We should punish her for that pause.”
More laughter, excited and high-pitched.
Roughly, Zee pulled her up onto the low stage in the window. Off-balance, Anna took a step forward to keep herself from falling.
Zee turned her so her back was to the window. “You think you’re gonna try to get away, slut? Did you see that, guys? I think we need to slow her down, what do you think? Stay put. Don’t move.” Quickly, he moved to the wall nearest the heater. He took down a black bar and attached something to the metal eyes at either end. He held it aloft like a baton. “She will like this, I think.” Again next to her, he knelt at her feet.
Anna’s heart couldn’t pound any faster. Zee gray eyes met hers, and she felt her insides turn to liquid again. He placed one enormous hand at the back of her calf and ran it up her leg. Curling from the back, his fingers stroked the cleft of her ass, spreading her cheeks. Then he gripped her waist tightly. “Spread your legs. Like last time.”
She could do this. She’d stood like this in the window before. At least so far her back was still to the glass, and she couldn’t tell if anyone was looking in. Did she want someone to be out there, looking in? Anna couldn’t tell.
She took a wide step sideways, pushing her shoulders back to ease the pressure of the bindings at her wrists. The move pulled the webbing tighter at her breasts, but she didn’t care. The deep breath she was able to take made the motion worth it.
Still kneeling, Zee gripped her ankle. A piece of leather went around it and snapped at her anklebone. He moved the bar until it was between her legs and then clipped another restraint onto her other foot.
God, now she was off-balance. How did he expect her to hold herself up? Anna wobbled wildly, trying not to pitch forward off the stage or backward into the plate glass window. Zee stood and reached behind her, grabbing her ponytail tightly. “Can’t you even stand up straight, slut?”
The short man with shaggy blond curls snickered.
“You,” said Zee. “Help me.”
“Oh, yeah,” he said, jumping up onto the stage.
“Hold her by the hair.”
Anna felt their hands trade places. The blond guy gripped her hair much tighter than Zee had, and the sharp bite into her scalp brought a quick flood of tears to her eyes.
“Hold her hard. I’m going to change her binding.” Zee glanced down at her. Jesus. What was this need she felt to be close to him? Every part of her longed to lean in toward him, to tuck her head under his chin, to feel the hardness of his cock against her stomach. She took a deep breath as Zee started tugging at the webbing behind her.
Making quick work of the knots, he undid her. Anna bit deeply into the ball as he unwound her breasts. She’d never have guessed it would ache so much, being released like this. Instinctively, she dropped her arms to her sides and uncurled her fingers, willing the blood to race to them.
Zee exhaled heavily. “Did I tell you to move?”
Anna shut her eyes.
“Nah,” said one of the guys. “He didn’t.”
Another said, “Open your eyes, slut.”
She did.
Zee took her wrist and, using white rope she hadn’t even seen him pick up, tied a solid knot around it. “You got her?”
The blond guy tightened his grip on her hair, which Anna wouldn’t have guessed was possible. “Yeah.”
Zee stalked to the very edge of the stage. He wrapped the other end of the rope around a large hook placed in the brick wall. Then he pulled so hard that her arm flew up and out. If the other guy hadn’t been holding so tightly to her scalp, she would have fallen.
Zee did the same with her other wrist, tying her to the other side of the stage. Now her legs were held apart by the spreader bar and her arms were up in a signal of victory, as if she were running across a finish line. But Anna had no idea where that finish line was, or if it even existed.
“Try letting her go. See if she stays up.”
The man released her ponytail.
“Push her,” said Zee.
Behind her, the man shoved her shoulders. Anna’s back bowed, and her pelvis moved forward, but the ropes held her steady. Her hands were already tingling, her arms going to sleep. With the men’s eyes on her, not knowing if anyone was behind her outside on the street, Anna felt as if electricity were coursing through her veins. Cold air hit he
r pussy now that her legs were held open, and she knew she was probably dripping visibly.
“Good slut. Suspended for anyone to see.” Zee’s voice was warm now. Approving. He circled her, ducking under the rope. “You have such an amazing ass. Everyone should be lucky enough to see it.” He rapped on the window behind her, and then laughed. “Got his attention, didn’t I?”
The men in front of her nodded and grinned, shifting their weight back and forth.
Zee said, “A homeless man is pressing his face to the glass, probably unable to believe his luck. I’d be surprised, too, to see such a glorious ass right here. Maybe he needs to see more of it.” Zee parted her ass cheeks with his hands, plunging one finger into her cunt, gathering her wetness. Anna choked on her own spit as the sensation of his finger inside her made her knees go weak.
“Oh, yeah, he likes the sight of your asshole, slut. Guys, wanna get in on this?”
There was no hesitation this time. All four of them stepped up to stand on the edge of the stage. Their hands pinched her nipples and slapped her breasts so hard Anna momentarily forgot how to breathe around the gag and choked again. Zee still held her ass spread open.
Then, without warning, he jammed his thick finger, still coated with her own wetness, into her asshole. She screamed at its invasion and arched forward again but couldn’t get away from Zee’s assault.
“Oh, pretty. See how the whore bucks?” He twisted his finger, pushing it farther up and inside. “It’s too bad I can’t reach around and fuck her pussy with my other hand, but I’ve got to hold her open so Mr. Shopping Cart outside can see inside her.” Zee spoke over her shoulder, his low voice loud in her ear. “Any volunteers?”
The man wearing a puffy blue coat said, “Me.” He was older than the other men, forty-five at least. He was handsome though weathered, and as he closed the small gap between them, Anna smelled bay rum and cigarette smoke.
“Don’t go slow,” said Zee. “I didn’t. She can take it.”
Beaming, the man cupped his fingers and jammed what felt like three of them into her cunt. He slid in deep, his fingers thick and rough. Anna lost her breath then, and didn’t know when she’d get it back.
Full, she was so full. The older man fucked her pussy, hitting her G-spot like he knew what one was, and Zee rammed her ass with his huge finger. She felt their fingers pressing against each other, fighting for space inside her. On either side, a man had hold of each breast. Both twisted and pulled, clamping her nipples painfully, letting go, and starting again.
“Fuck the slut,” said Zee, moving faster inside her. The older man groaned and thrust another finger inside her. That had to be four, at least. She couldn’t be stretched much more.
“Ah. Our homeless friend has been joined by another man,” Zee said in her ear. “And another one is slowing down...yes. They’re all watching you. Watching me fuck your ass with my hand. Watching these guys abuse you. You like this, whore?”
She did. Oh, God, she did. The older man might be rough, but he knew what the fuck he was doing. He’d curved his fingers and was dragging them against her G-spot, pressing and rubbing her hard with each thrust. With no gentleness, he pushed his thumb against her clit. It burned. And Jesus, he would make her come if he kept doing that. There was no pain right now, none at all. Even Zee’s finger in her ass felt good. She needed...more, just a bit more...
There was a click on the glass behind her. Zee laughed. “Your audience is now up to six. Two of them have their cell phones pressed against the window. You better keep them there, whore. Don’t you dare lose an audience member.”
Anna moaned against the gag. More. She arched her back, pressing against Zee’s finger, bucking as much as she could against the other man’s hand. Dragging her weight from her outstretched arms, she pressed down, rocking herself forward and back.
“One just walked away, slut. You have to give a better show than this.”
What could she do? She couldn’t move any more than she was. It was taking all her strength to do this much.
And still, he wasn’t hurting her. She needed to know if she could take it, needed that so badly. Sure, her arms ached, burning at her shoulder sockets, and her ass was on fire. But the way her pussy was clenching made all the pain go away.
Zee removed his finger from her ass and leaned forward, pressing his pelvis against her. His cock, even through his jeans, felt hot. Anna felt fingers at the corner of her mouth, and felt a pop as he released the band around her head. The ball gag dropped to the floor, and her mouth was suddenly free, spit dripping from her lips to the floor.
The man in front of her stepped back, his eyes wide, waiting to see what would happen next. He rubbed the back of his hand against his crotch, and one of his friends said something Anna couldn’t quite catch. She got its meaning, though, no doubt about that.
Zee unwound something on the wall which loosened the ropes. She could lower them a bit, just enough for the blood to rush to her fingers. He made the ropes long enough that she could lower her arms all the way to her sides.
“Now you can do this.” He pushed her forward at the waist again. Anna’s buttocks thrust into him again, and she loved the feeling of his fingers driving into her hips.
“You,” Zee said, and the man who’d had his fingers in her pussy stepped forward. “Fuck her mouth.”
“You kidding me?” he asked, and then barked a laugh. “Don’t have to ask me twice.”
The man’s cock, thin but long, was inside Anna’s mouth as soon as she opened it. She’d barely even seen him unzip. She swallowed him down, ignoring the urge to pull her head back, breathing around the urge to gag. If Zee wanted her to do this, then she would. It felt good to have the stranger’s dick inside her mouth, almost as if it were Zee himself who stood in front of her.
And still she felt Zee behind her, massive, an unmovable object, heated and steady.
She heard another zipper. Felt a push against her asshole, a dripping of something shocking and very, very cold. Zee’s finger again pushed into her, driving the lube inside, up and down her crack.
He leaned forward, cupping her body with his own. In her ear she heard, “Hold your breath, kid.”
As she deep-throated the stranger, Zee pushed his cock into her asshole. Instead of impaling her fast and hard, though, he took his time. First the head of him. So broad, so thick. Anna thought at first he’d never be able to fit inside her. She’d break open, break into a hundred tiny shards, and he’d have to sweep her up with a broom afterward.
But she concentrated on breathing. Every time the older man pulled backward, Anna caught a tiny breath just before he rammed himself into her mouth again. And still Zee pushed at her narrow opening. Slow. Steady. Insistent.
It hurt. A lot. Was this what she’d been waiting for? It felt as if he were pouring molten metal at her rim, pushing a flame directly inside her. Yeah, it hurt like a motherfucker.
But it wasn’t what she’d been waiting for. She’d expected this kind of pain to come with automatic tears. She would break down, and come apart, and then she’d be able to start fixing herself.
What she was feeling then, was completely unexpected.
Anna felt joy.
Zee must have been half way inside her now, moving millimeter by millimeter, surprisingly gentle for such a huge beast of a man. He was inside her and the stranger was fucking her mouth and she was still teetering on the outsides of her feet, spread apart with the bar, and instead of wanting out, wanting to get away, Anna just wanted more. How was that fucking possible?
With a scream that vibrated against the stranger’s cock, Anna pushed her ass backward, completing Zee’s assault for him. She heard his breath leave his body in a whoosh and all was sensation, all was heat and friction and pain and breath and sound.
It was just right. Just fucking right.
The front door clicked. If Anna rolled her eyes as far as she could to the left, she could just see Corinne there, gesturing at someone. Oh, god,
the people outside. They were coming in, all five of the new strangers. One woman was with them, too—she was young, not more than twenty-five, with bleached white hair and multiple facial piercings. There were grins and nervous laughter, and their heads nodded in time as their eyes widened, taking in the scene. The girl in particular, had the widest eyes, and as she met Anna’s gaze, Anna saw something else there, too. The girl was jealous.
And why wouldn’t she be? She’d just entered a room where a woman was getting fucked in front and back at the same time. Anna brought her eyes and her focus back to the man whose cock filled her throat. He was fucking her mouth so fast she knew he was seconds from coming. Shit, she was almost jealous of herself. Just about everything that could be done was being done to her right now. All at once.
Or at least, that’s what Anna thought until Corinne offered a set of nipple clamps to a guy in blue Doc Marten’s. The man in her mouth shot his load onto the back of her throat, shoving himself in as deep as he could, squashing his balls against her chin. As he did, the other guy reached under and attached the clamps, both of them biting her nipples at the same time. Pain, red and furious, filled her vision as the cum filled her mouth. The man slipped his rapidly-softening cock from her lips, stepping away from her with a laugh, and from behind her, Zee grabbed Anna’s hands which were still tied at the wrists by the rope, pulling them backward as much as the bindings would allow.
Her back arched and the nipple clamps sent pain screaming through her. Zee fucked her asshole harder, a steady, driving rhythm. Timing each word with a thump to her ass and a yank on her arms, he said, “How do you like this, slut?”
Anna gasped, “I love it.” Cum dripped from her lips.