by Lacey Kane
“I’ll plug her,” Bradford said behind me, and my whole body tensed in anticipation. “I think she needs clamps on her tits.”
“My pleasure.” Jones moved away for a minute and started tinkering with some small, metal objects nearby.
Clamps? Hadn’t my breasts suffered enough for one night? I inadvertently let out a groan.
“For that groan,” Bradford said as something hard pushed into my asshole, “I think we’ll turn on the Fuckasaurus Rex while we spank you.” He pressed harder, and the plug went deeper and deeper, stretching my near-virgin hole beyond what I thought I could handle. Tears sprang to my eyes, and for once, I was thankful for the damned blindfold. For some odd reason, I was pretty sure that crying was not allowed, much like moving, making a sound, or having a damn orgasm.
Jones pulled on one of my nipples, stretching it out like he was trying to get it to reach the floor. My breasts are big—34 DD, thank you, Mother Nature—but damn. Then little metal fingers bit in and he released it. He did the same to the other, then put some sort of chain between them where, if I moved too much, or if he pulled on it, it would pull the clamps tighter, make them dig in more.
He tugged on the chain once to test it, and I jerked back from the shock. Bad move on my part. The motion shoved the plug up my butt deeper and faster than Bradford had been doing it, in addition to making my tits feel like they were being slowly cut from my body.
Jones laughed out loud. “If you stay still, sugar, this will be much easier on you.” Easy for him to say.
Finally, I felt the base of the plug move into place. Thank jeebus it couldn’t go any deeper. I felt like I’d split in two if that happened. Right about the same time as the plug was fully inserted, the wires attached to my electrodes jiggled, like they were being reconnected to a power supply.
Heaven help me.
“Open your mouth, Fuck Toy.”
As soon as I did, Bradford shoved a massive dildo inside, easily twice as thick as the stranger’s dong from earlier. He pushed it past my gag reflex and kept pushing, holding my head still with a fist in my hair.
The electrodes jumped to life and my whole body buzzed as I struggled to swallow the whole damn dildo. It went on seemingly forever. Finally, he stopped going deeper and started moving it in and out in a fucking motion, the squicking noises sounding like seriously sloppy, intense sex.
After a minute, he pulled it free and I gasped for air. The electrodes hadn’t stopped yet. In the van, they had come to life for a few seconds at a time and then they went off. Not so now. It didn’t seem like they’d ever stop.
“That’s going to be inside you in about a minute, Fuck Toy, once I attach it to the Fuckasaurus Rex.”
I only thought the butt plug was going to kill me. Holy hell, I couldn’t possibly survive if some fucking machine was plowing that massive thing inside my pussy…especially not if I already felt as full as I did from the thing up my butt. Dustin had the biggest cock I’d ever experienced, but he was maybe eight inches long and as big around as the dude from earlier. Even he, sometimes, stretched me more than I thought I could take.
But then, earlier, I’d had Jones’s whole fist inside me and survived, hadn’t I? His fist was definitely bigger than Dustin’s cock. Maybe it wouldn’t kill me. I still wasn’t looking forward to this, though.
But true to his word, before I could spend too long worrying about what was about to happen to me, Bradford lined that dildo up with my sex and made some adjustments, and then it was pressing slowly inside me, inch by aching inch.
It stretched me as much as Jones’s fist had done. And even on the first stroke, it was deeper than anything I’d ever managed before. I cried out before I could stop myself.
“Now, Fuck Toy,” Bradford said sarcastically, “you really ought to wait to scream until you’ve got something to scream about. We’re just getting you started. You’ve got a good three inches to go on the dildo. Plus the spanking…”
“And all of this is just a warm-up,” Jones said from next to my head. He lifted my head by the hair and shoved his tongue in my mouth, kissing me like his life depended on it.
Before he stopped, the fucking machine had ramped up in speed and kept moving deeper inside my pussy, rubbing against the walls and putting more pressure on the plug in my ass. I’d never felt anything like it. The fullness, the friction, the never ending vibrations from the electrodes, the constant pressure on my tits…it was all too much.
Jones stopped kissing me and bit a path along the side of one breast. When he reached down and pulled on the chain connecting my clamps, the first blow of the paddle landed on my ass.
I yelped.
The fucking machine went even deeper, so deep that I’d have come up off the metal contraption if I hadn’t been bound so tightly to it.
Another slap of the paddle to my other cheek landed as Jones moved to bite the side of my other breast. My tits had never felt so huge before, so swollen and sensitive. Everything they did only increased it.
The smacks of the paddle on my ass and upper thighs started to come down in time with the machine screwing me with the monster dildo.
Jones walked away, and I tried to focus on the pleasant sensations coming from the crazy fucking I was receiving, but that was hard to do when there was so much pain involved, and so many of my nerve endings were engaged.
“Well, what do we have here?” Jones said from a distance. “Her man sent a bag of things our guest had packed for her weekend. She’s got floggers with her, Bradford.”
Oh, hell. Those had been a joke. I hadn’t thought that we’d actually use them, but these two fuckers were insane enough that they would.
“Is that right?” Smack, smack, smack. “Lucky for this Fuck Toy, you’re a master at flogging a slut to orgasm. We’ll have to do that, when we’re ready to let her come.” Smack, smack, smack.
Flogging and orgasm…the two words didn’t compute together in my mind.
The sex machine was making juicy squishing sounds as it rammed in and out of my way-too-wet-to-believe cunt. It seemed like I was getting wetter each time he spanked me, but that couldn’t be. Could it?
“Why don’t you go ahead and break that bad boy in on her?”
A swish sounded in the air and the falls hit my back, leaving a sharp, stinging sensation in their wake.
“My pleasure.”
Then the flogging started in earnest. Jones moved around me, striking from every angle. He hit my back, my arms, my sides, my breasts, my legs. All the while, the paddling of my ass continued, and the fucking of my cunt.
After a few minutes, I was crying out, even screaming occasionally, from almost every strike. The more I screamed, the harder Bradford spanked me and the faster Jones flogged me.
“Yes, Fuck Toy. Scream for us.” Whack, whack, whack.
It didn’t take long before my throat felt raw from it, and my body ached for release, but the damned dildo in my pussy was moving at the wrong pace for me to come.
Bradford struck again, this time just over the plug in my ass, somehow driving it deeper into my body and I couldn’t hold back the crazy scream that ripped from my lips.
“Now you’ve asked for it, Fuck Toy.” He dropped his paddle and moved around to the front of the spanking horse by my head. The metallic sound of his zipper was my only warning before his massive cock was shoved down my throat.
He ripped off my blindfold and took my head in both hands, driving his salty meat into me faster and harder than the machine in my cunt. “Look at me while I fuck your mouth, Fuck Toy.”
I struggled to keep my eyes on him through my tears. The deeper he shoved his cock into my throat, the more tears sprang to my eyes.
Jones never stopped flogging me. He kept going, almost gleefully, striking me with his falls all over every inch of my inflamed body.
When Bradford shoved deep into my throat, deeper than anything before, and thrust in and out at a frantic pace without letting me up for air, I started to pani
c. It went on for so long that my lungs were burning and I struggled against all of my bonds, but it was useless. Jones stopped flogging me long enough to adjust the speed on the fucking machine and the intensity of my electrodes, and still Bradford didn’t release me to breathe. When Jones started flogging me again, it was from underneath me, and the very tips of his flogger were striking my clit, and I screamed in exquisite agony onto Bradford’s cock.
“Yes, Fuck Toy,” he ground out, still pistoning in and out of me, never relenting. “Scream like that again and I’ll let you breathe.”
I didn’t think I had enough oxygen left in me to scream again. But then Jones removed the clamps from my tits, and it took the choice from my hands. I let out the loudest scream I think I’d ever uttered from the shock of blood rushing back to my nipples, and finally Bradford pulled his cock out of my mouth. I gasped for air as he squirted his cum all over my face.
By the time he stopped shooting his load on me, Jones had stopped all of the various things working on my body. The fucking machine had stopped with the dildo as deep as it could go inside my cunt. The jumping electrodes lay still. No more flogging or spanking.
Bradford moved away and zipped his jeans again.
Jones came closer and wiped my face clean of Bradford’s cum with a towel. “I want all your attention on me when I fuck your throat, sugar.”
Good God, I wasn’t done yet? But of course I wasn’t. Maybe after I’d gotten him off, they’d let me finally come. I hoped so.
After he unzipped his jeans, he pulled out the longest cock I’d ever seen. Thank goodness he wasn’t as thick as Bradford, or even as thick as Dustin. Still, if he got that thing down my throat, he might reach halfway to my stomach.
He winked at me. “I get that reaction all the time. Open up and take it.”
For as easygoing as he acted, Jones could sure as hell take charge. The second my lips parted, he shoved his head inside and didn’t stop pushing back till I was choking on him.
“Swallow. Don’t you fucking dare gag on me.” He pulled on my hair and angled my head back, opening my throat wider, and kept pushing until his balls were pressed tight against my chin, and still kept pushing. “Lick my sac. Suck it inside your mouth.”
Somehow, I did what he ordered me to do, and then he started to move within me, in and out, in and out, never giving me more than a second or so at a time to gasp for air.
“Suck it,” he ordered. “Suck like you’ll get air from my cock.”
I tried, but didn’t succeed.
Jones pinched my nose closed and kept my face buried against his body. “Figure it out.”
I fought with it and tried sucking again, and finally managed to a little.
He groaned and sank deeper inside my throat somehow. “That’s it, sugar.” After I’d managed a decent suctioning action a few times, he pulled out enough for me to gasp for air and then went back in. After several repetitions, his sac tightened and drew up, and then his cum exploded down my throat.
Once I’d cleaned up every drop of his cum, he picked my blindfold up off the ground and put it back over my eyes. Fuck me, I’d been so caught up in watching these two men face-fuck me that I hadn’t had a chance to really look around.
The fucking machine whirred to life inside me again, and then the electrodes started jumping. Jones pushed down on the plug in my butt, bumping it against my inner walls and putting pressure on the dildo sliding frantically in and out of my cunt. I moaned and the dual pleasure-pain it gave me.
“Hmmm, can’t have you making noises right now, sugar.” Another gag was pressed between my teeth, forcing my jaw wide. He buckled it into place behind my head. Then, as a final touch, he attached some sort of suction cup thingies to my breasts.
“Now, you just stay put for a while.”
Like I could move.
“Bradford’s already inside, getting everything ready for you. Don’t come. We’ll know if you do. We’ve got you on the big screen in there.”
He smacked his bare palm hard on my ass, and then he was gone.
Don’t come. Easier said than done, when you’re as sexed up as I was. I tried to just lay there and pretend I was at home—in bed, in the shower, fucking Dustin—anything. It didn’t work. I couldn’t stop the crazy sensations flooding through my body.
But the longer I stayed there like that, the colder I got. It hadn’t been too bad while both men were out there, spanking me and flogging me and fucking my mouth. But all of that had gotten me so freaking hot and sweaty, and now the sweat was just cooling off in the near-freezing beach air, and I was shivering with both cold and a desperate need to come.
Finally, I heard a door slam somewhere behind me, and then a minute later they were back. They turned the fucking machine off and pulled it out of me, and I instantly felt the loss. The electrodes turned off next. Rough hands undid all of my bindings, and I was dragged to my feet, the butt plug still deep in my ass.
“This way, Fuck Toy.” Bradford’s hand took mine and I had to scramble to keep up with his brisk pace, particularly considering my muscles weren’t used to moving, and I had a foreign object sticking up my ass, and I was in some insane four-inch stilettos, and I had huge suction cups sucking the life out of my tits, and I was wearing a damn blindfold. He didn’t seem to care about any of that, though, just kept dragging me, shivering, along in his wake.
Jones’s flogger hit my ass if I fell too far behind Bradford, so I fought through the rather awkward journey.
We stopped before we got inside. I’d been hoping for somewhere warm. Guess that wasn’t going to happen just yet.
Bradford took my arms and stretched them high above my head, so high I was on my tiptoes to reach. While he fastened them in place with some sort of leather cuffs, Jones released the suction cups from my breasts. I’d only thought my tits were heavy, swollen, and sensitive before. The tiniest touch to my nipples now was like they were being squeezed in a vise.
Bradford took the blindfold off of my eyes but left the gag in place. I was chained to a basketball hoop, with no building in sight to provide warmth, still standing on sand. A series of cameras were all around me, and bright spotlights shone in my face.
Jones started flogging me again, focusing all of his efforts on my tits. I screamed into my gag with each blow, and Bradford disappeared from my sight, lost amidst all of the blinding lights. In just a minute, my body was on fire again, burning, sweating, desperate for more pain, for the pleasure of a damn orgasm that never seemed to come. My screams turned to raw, ragged moans.
“Fuck Toy, you’re such a dirty girl.”
My eyes shot over to Bradford. He’d come back within the circle of cameras, and he had a water hose with a spray nozzle attached to it. What the hell? I struggled to move out of the way, but it was no use. All my thrashing did was pull harder on my arms and dig a deeper hole in the sand, until I could barely reach with my toes.
“Yep, covered in sweat and drool and tears and pussy juice and cum. Filthy little fuck slut. Time to wash you off.”
Jones chuckled and moved back.
Bradford lifted his nozzle and took aim. The cold water hit me like a brick wall. A painful, powerful stream moved over my entire body. The force of it knocked me off my feet and I was just hanging by my wrists, thrashing about.
He focused on my breasts for a long time, drilling the powerful jet of water onto my hyper-sensitive nipples. Then he moved below me and shot it up, into my cunt. I tried to press my legs together, but he pulled them apart and moved the nozzle closer to my body with the brunt of the stream focused directly on my clit.
Finally, he shut it off and moved back. The water had hit me so hard, it had washed all of my electrodes off. Jones brought some sort of bar over and connected each end to one of my ankles, forcing my legs to spread wide. I was hanging by my wrists, frozen and wet in the wind, and couldn’t do a damn thing about it.
Then the flogging started again, and he focused entirely on just my tits and pussy.
Over and over and over again, the falls bit into me. My shivering, limp body heated through again, fiery with need. Thwack. Thwack. Thwack. Each strike left me wetter, hotter, more desperate.
Another flogger started behind me, Bradford focusing on my ass and thighs. “You want to come, Fuck Toy?” he growled as he swung again.
I moaned into my gag, unable to respond in any other way.
“Look in my eyes, sugar.” Jones moved closer, focusing faster, sharper, harder strikes on my pussy.
I whimpered and a new wave of tears fell from my eyes. My need to come was so great, and I was so close.
Bradford pulled the bar up in front of me, lifting it all the way up to my head, leaving my gaping pussy completely open to Jones’s assault. With the better angle, his strikes centered in directly on my clit.
Using one hand, Bradford released my gag and pulled it out of my mouth. “Come, Fuck Toy.”
My scream echoed in the night air and I fell to pieces, even as the flogger kept raining strikes down on my clit. The continued attention kept wave after wave of pleasure rolling through me. It was the longest, hardest orgasm of my life.
When I finally stopped convulsing, Jones stopped flogging my pussy and Bradford released me from the basketball hoop. Leaving the bar in place, he carried me. I didn’t know where he was taking me. I didn’t care. Couldn’t think any longer.
After a couple of minutes, we were inside a cabin of some sort with a fire burning in the hearth. He dumped me, face first on my hands and knees, on the floor in front of the fire and threw a blanket over me.
I didn’t have the energy to move, so I just stayed how I was, tingling all over as I thawed out and dried off before the fire.
Sometime later, Bradford was back, kneeling on the floor beside me. He’d taken off all of his clothes, and for the first time I could see all of the muscles etching his hard body.
“How about we take that plug out, Fuck Toy?”
“God, yes,” I mumbled.