by Lacey Kane
I was dripping and shivering, but my muscles wouldn’t cooperate with me to fight against him. All I could do was hang like a limp noodle draped over his shoulder while he carried me back into the guest bedroom.
As soon as he put me down, the first thing I saw was Jenna on her knees with her arms bound with ropes behind her back in an incredibly uncomfortable looking position, with her hands somehow ending up near her head. She was kneeling in front of Alex and expertly sucking him to a massive hard-on.
I watched, enthralled, and almost oblivious to the fact that Dustin was pulling my arms behind my back and tying them in the same manner as Jenna’s. Even though I wasn’t gagged, I didn’t complain. By this point, I just kind of expected to be tied up or tied down.
The sharp angle Dustin placed my arms in forced me to keep my back in an arch, shoulders back…and breasts out. Once he had my arms situated how he wanted them, he moved in front of me with some crazy looking metal clips. He pulled my right nipple taut and clamped one of the clips into place, then meticulously tightened it until I was hissing in a breath. Then he repeated the process with the other tit. Just having them on me, as overly stimulated and aroused as I was, had me nearing another climax already.
But then he reached down between my legs and found my clit, and added a clip there, and I started whimpering.
“Hurts good, doesn’t it, bitch?” He laughed as he tightened that clip further than I thought I could handle.
When he stood up and backed away, Alex was bringing Jenna over to stand in front of me. I hadn’t noticed it before, while she was sucking his cock, but Jenna had a gigantic strap-on dildo attached to her. It had to be almost a full foot long and had as much girth as I’d ever seen.
Working in tandem, Alex and Dustin lifted me into the air, pulled my thighs wide apart, and lowered my pussy onto Jenna’s strap-on until they could somehow attach my clip to the base of it. It stretched me like I couldn’t believe, a painful push and pull of my sex. The men kept working, situating some sort of strap system under our thighs and behind our backs that spread both of our thighs and lifted us up off the ground, then secured it to some hooks overhead so we were hanging. They finished us off by taking the clips on my tits, pulling them closer to Jenna, and attaching another end of them to her tits so we couldn’t separate at all.
That was when Jenna, with a sadistic grin like I’d never imagined before, started thrusting up into me as hard as she could. Every movement she made pulled hard against the clamps on my nipples and clit, and her nipples too, and forced that massive dildo up into me higher and harder.
Alex picked up a flogger from a table nearby and started swinging it against my back. The pleasure-pain was too much, too intense, and even though I hurt everywhere, I couldn’t stop the orgasm from sweeping through me and causing my fingers and toes to cramp into contorted positions. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Dustin pick up a rattan cane and head back in our direction. He swung it, striking the soles of my feet repeatedly.
Through it all, I came and came, screaming out my pleasure while they kept up my torture.
At some point, Alex and Dustin put down their torture devices and started fucking us, Dustin in my ass and Alex in Jenna’s. That only drove her to jerk up into me harder, and so they thrust harder, too. Then they switched, so Alex was fucking me where I’d never allowed him to before.
Even after they’d both shot their loads up our asses, Jenna kept jerking her body and causing my climax to go on and on.
I finally passed out, still hanging there with a giant strap-on dildo deep in my cunt.
When I woke up (I don’t know where Jenna was, but I was sandwiches between Dustin and Alex with a cock in both orifices and a ball gag in my mouth, my knees drawn up near my shoulders and belted into place), Dustin explained the changes that would take place to my position at work. I didn’t know what I thought about it, at first. I mean, I didn’t know what I thought about any of it.
I mean, yeah, I think it was well established that I was a pain slut. I seriously got off on pain, to the point that it probably really wasn’t good for me. And I guess the kinkier things got, the better, in terms of my libido.
Who knew? I sure didn’t. At least not until that weekend.
But now, the whole office knew. Or at least all of the guys did.
Still…the idea that any time, I acted like a bitch (or, as Dustin was so keen to tell me, any time I acted like myself), I would be taken by one of the guys in the building to Mr. Tyson’s office, where Mr. Tyson and the offended guy would proceed to tie me up, spank me, and fuck me? I wasn’t too thrilled at the prospect.
At least not at first.
It didn’t take long, though, before I was finding excuses to be extra bitchy to one of them. And once I started down that path… Well, let’s just say it was no coincidence that I ended up how I was one night, about two months after my weekend with Bradford and Davis.
Now, don’t get me wrong. Luis really did lose a piece of mail, so he deserved to have a talking-to for it. But it wasn’t really an important piece of mail, so the massive screaming fit that I threw in the break room at lunch, when half the office was watching? Not quite called for.
I hadn’t been surprised in the least when Luis had suggested we take the issue before Mr. Tyson. What did surprise me was that seven of the other guys who’d been eating their lunch at the time thought they should join us.
That was how I ended up in Mr. Tyson’s office, tied bent over to a wheeled chair, my ass and thighs as red as a tomato, being passed around the room for one fuck after another. It was a Friday, and they hadn’t had enough of me by the time the office closed for the day, so Dustin sent Alex a message after he’d shot his load in my pussy, saying that I might need a weekend long punishment.
To no one’s surprise, Alex decided to join the party. To my surprise, he didn’t come alone. He brought Bradford and Davis with him, and a few other employees of Bradford’s Bond Services, and a whole lot of toys he’d bought for the play room (which had been the guest bedroom) but which we hadn’t gotten around to using yet.
They finally let me go today, Monday morning, when it was time to get back to work. I can’t sit, though. I can’t really walk, either. I’ve spent the whole day trying to find a comfortable position, which isn’t easy to do with a rope harness squeezing my breasts like crazy, a giant dildo in my pussy, another in my ass, and more rope holding them both in place. Oh, yeah. And how could I forget about the knot in the rope that’s right over my clit? There’s not a chance in hell.
Needless to say, I’ve spent the majority of my day thinking about what bitchy thing I can do next and who I should do it to.
Dear readers:
I hope you have enjoyed this jaunt into my fantasy world. If you have, would you please consider leaving a positive review at the site where you purchased this e-book? Thank you so much.
Wham, bam, thank you, ma’am,
Lacey Kane
I do not write romance!
Let me rephrase: there is nothing even remotely romantic about my stories. What you will find in the pages of my work is BDSM, smut, often consists of dubious consent, and is sometimes rather harsh.
My stories have been compared to those of JJ Argus. This is a much closer comparison, by far, than romance.
Do not purchase one of my books, hoping it will be even remotely romantic. You will be disappointed. You might be offended.
Additionally, the BDSM found within my stories is of a fantasy nature. In other words, my characters do not conform to the BDSM community's edict of Safe, Sane, and Consensual. Please do not attempt any act described in one of my books without first consulting an experienced BDSM practitioner as to its safety, feasibility, and/or legality.
All that said, if you're here for smut, I hope you try me out.
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