There were a few events that pushed Alex pretty hard. She awoke one Saturday morning to Jeff stroking her hair. She reached for him, but he pulled her to sit up and handed her a small tube. Puzzled, she examined it and saw it was an enema. She was shocked and looked at him in confusion.
“Before you protest, Alex, I promise you that we wouldn’t ask you to do this if it wasn’t necessary. It will really make things better,” he suggested.
“What are you going to do?” she asked him, already wavering under his pleading look.
Devon spoke from the doorway. “I wanted to give it to you, Alex, but Jeff is softer than me. So, you have a choice.”
“For Christ’s sake, Dev. Just this once can you relax a little?” demanded Jeff.
“Nope. And if she doesn’t get her sweet little ass into that bathroom, you’re going to hold her down and I’m going to shove that nozzle in there.”
Alex scrambled away from Jeff and out the other side of the bed. She glared at Devon, who advanced on her. She retreated, heading for the bathroom, and Jeff tossed the tube to her.
“See you for breakfast in half an hour or so.” Devon winked.
Alex used the enema, a bit humiliated and a little furious for giving in, but such was her desire to please Jeff and Devon that she got over it. She showered and went for breakfast. Both men were clearly aroused and anxious for her appearance. She wore a silk robe and ignored their warning glares. To her, it was a fair trade for what she’d just done. Breakfast was a bit strained, but Devon soon recovered his cheerful attitude and Jeff, of course, took good care of her, fixing her coffee just right and giving her the best of the strawberries. After breakfast, Devon practically dragged her off to the playroom.
“We like to play doctor, Alex, and now you are ready for it,” said Devon, raising his eyebrows comically. Alex nearly laughed but was still a bit concerned about what was going to happen next.
She allowed Jeff to lead her to the examining chair, and he lifted her to sit on the padded seat, pulling off her robe as he did so. Devon had her lie back on the table and then restrained her hands. Alex actually liked having the control taken away from her. That way she could blame them for being perverted, taking away her ability to defend herself. When her legs were fitted into the stirrups and secured, she rethought things a little. Devon rotated the table to raise her head slightly and also raise her hips. He inserted a small firm pillow beneath her bottom and then arranged the stirrups so that her legs were up and spread. A strap across her abdomen further immobilized her. Alex felt deliciously helpless and exposed to them, and her pussy wept. There was definitely a place for her in hell, but not today, she hoped.
* * * *
Devon stared down at Alex’s pussy, and his cock hardened to the point of bursting. Seeing her restrained and open in this manner of kink was like the best kind of porn, but made all the better by this woman’s inexperience yet apparent willingness to trust and please them.
Jeff shouldered him out of the way and pulled a stool up to sit between Alex’s legs. He pressed a kiss on her pussy and ran his tongue up her slit from anus to clit. He held up the speculum for Alex to see.
Devon stood at Jeff’s shoulder and stared avidly as Jeff lubricated the device and inserted it into Alex’s vagina. He murmured soothing noises to her while Jeff slowly cranked it open until her cervix and walls could be seen. She was so pink and wet, and there was her G-spot. Jeff reached in with his baby finger and stroked it. Alex shrieked and fought the strap.
“Relax, honey,” Devon urged, handing Jeff another, smaller speculum. Jeff covered it in lube and pressed against Alex’s anus. Alex protested even as she pushed against it, and Jeff eased it deep, moving slowly but relentlessly, until he had it seated deep inside of her. He carefully cranked it open, and Alex moaned and whimpered. They could see her empty colon now, nerve endings obvious and pulsing as she clamped against the plastic. Devon inserted a finger and stoked teasingly. Alex wailed and fought harder, her head thrashing from side to side. Her pussy walls dripped with moisture, and it ran down over her anus.
When Jeff began to stimulate her G-spot, Devon caressed the nerve endings in her colon, and Alex screamed the walls down. Her vagina squirted copious amounts of fluid around Jeff’s finger and poured down over his hand and then Devon’s. He motioned to Jeff to undo the strap, and then they began again, with Jeff also sucking her clit hard against his teeth. Alex bowed up off the table and screamed hoarsely, bucking, her toes curling, thighs clenching. They withdrew and removed the speculums, their movements sure yet clumsy with controlled desire. As soon as Devon released the restraints, he pulled Alex down on top of him and centered her vagina over his cock, sinking deep. Her vagina was still pulsing from the last climax, and he fought for control as she milked him. He flinched as Jeff pushed into her still-open anus and stroked for room against Devon. They sparred within her, hot and full of lust from the intimacy of what they had done to her and seen. She curled, unresisting, between them, then spasmed when they came groaning and shouting hoarsely, filling her with their cum.
Devon then took Alex to the hot tub and gently lowered her inside. She was quiet, unresisting, and he was afraid they had hurt her or that it had been too much. “Okay, baby?” asked Devon.
Alex opened her eyes and looked at the overhang above the hot tub. “I can’t do that again for a long time. Please.”
“No problem, sweetheart,” breathed Jeff. “It was pretty intense.”
“You may have spoiled me for anything else, you jerks,” she mumbled, but they heard her and smiled smugly at one another over her head. Alex smacked them both on the chest.
Chapter Eleven
They had rules for her, too, though they abided by the same ones. They wanted to know where she was at all times and whom she associated with. Alex was sure they checked those people out, trying to make sure she was always safe. They expected her to carry her cell phone and check in regularly, particularly at night. Alex knew it wasn’t a trust issue, but caring and concern, and rarely disobeyed, and then only out of forgetfulness. She truly didn’t want to worry them.
One night, returning from a university faculty meeting, Alex got a flat. It was drizzling and the roads were a bit slippery, but she managed to get over to the side and pull up well off the pavement. It wasn’t that late, but traffic was scant on this particular road, which was why Devon and Jeff had recommended she not travel it at night. Alex wished she had listened to them at that moment, but that little rebellious demon sometimes took control. To make matters worse, her cell phone was dead. She’d forgotten again to charge the battery and of course didn’t have the car charger with her. She was so in for a lecture when she got home. She was able to change the tire herself. Alex had been on her own for long enough to be quite independent, and there were certain things a girl should know. Tire changing was one of them. She was soaked through by the time she finished, and her clothes were filthy. She had streaks of dirt across her face where she had pushed back tendrils of hair. And then she had to plod home on the pathetic tire. All she wanted was a hot bath and some commiseration from her guys.
The house was lit from end to end when she pulled up. She recognized Greg and Lacey’s car and saw Greg exit the house, wave at the window, and come down the driveway.
She rolled the window down and anxiously asked, “Is something, wrong, Greg? Is Lacey okay?”
Greg shook his head and looked at her grimly. “Everything’s fine now that you’re home, Alex,” he said. “Except maybe for you when you get inside. Devon and Jeff are waiting.”
Alex thought she might put her little car in reverse and head out, but she wasn’t a coward and never put off facing problems. She nodded to Greg, wound the window back up and parked. She got out of the car and forced her feet to carry her into the house.
Devon and Jeff were standing in the living room, their faces dark, eyes glittering. Alex shivered and started to apologize, explain.
“You changed a fucking tir
e in the fucking dark in the fucking wilderness?” Devon shouted incredulously.
Jeff actually yanked at his hair. “For fuck’s sake, Alex, we’ve been sick with worry. You didn’t call, you weren’t at the university, and the patrol cars didn’t see you on the highway. You took that goddamned back road, at night.”
Alex stood, damp and dishevelled in the foyer, shrinking at their censure, sorry that she had caused this mess. Before she could open her mouth again, Devon had her over his shoulder, smacking her bottom when she protested. Jeff was ahead of them, opening the door to the playroom.
They almost tore her wet clothes off of her, smacking her bottom whenever it came into reach. When she was naked, Devon pulled her over the spanking bench and secured her. He hadn’t finished before Jeff brought the paddle down on her buttocks. It stung, it hurt like hell, and she whimpered and began to cry.
“Fuck, Jeff, you hurt her,” snapped Devon.
“Good,” Jeff answered, laying another one down.
Alex couldn’t believe it. Her Jeff, the soft one, actually didn’t care if her bottom hurt. Jeff had his darker side and was as perverted as Devon, but he always intervened if Devon pushed her farther than he felt she was able to go.
“Fuck.” Jeff threw the paddle aside and worked at the restraints. “I want to beat this ass raw, Alex, for what you did. We could have lost you tonight.”
Devon grunted beside her head as he wrapped his hand in her damp strands and lifted her to face him. “I have a better idea, Jeff.”
He punished Alex with a kiss that took her breath and pulled her to kneel in front of him. She opened at the press of his cock against her lips and sucked him inside. He held her face between his hands and ordered her to put her hands on her thighs and keep them there. In and out, he thrust his cock just inside her lips, then pulled back and pushed deeper, never allowing her to match his rhythm. Jeff pulled her thighs apart from behind and pushed two fingers up inside of her.
“She’s wet, Devon,” he said, almost grimly. “We’ve been through all kinds of hell, and she’s excited.”
Devon kept at her mouth, though his grip on her face gentled. Jeff worked her opening and then stroked her clit. Alex squirmed to give him access, and he immediately stopped, only starting again when she stilled. Devon pushed hard to the back of her throat, and Alex swallowed against him. He came, jerking against her, his ejaculate lashing against her palate and throat while Alex swallowed frantically. Jeff withdrew his fingers, and she gasped, aching for an orgasm.
Jeff hauled her up to hold her against his chest. He chuckled against her ear.
“Not so fast, darlin’,” he crooned. “We have lots more to do tonight.”
Alex willingly accompanied him to the bedroom and lay back on the bed while he positioned her feet on the floor, thighs spread wide. He then slid up over her to loom above her face, planting his hands on either side of her, only higher on the bed. He pushed his cock at her, and she opened her mouth, trying to catch the head. It took her a few tries, as he wouldn’t let her use her hands, but she finally took him in.
“Just hold your mouth open, lips around me, darlin’, and don’t move,” Jeff warned, “or I’ll tan your backside.”
Devon shoved his face between her legs, and she felt him suck her clit then release it. He had put on a clit clip. She felt it restrict the blood supply to her engorged nub and wanted to scream but thought she’d choke on Jeff, who was powering with shallow strokes in and out of her mouth. Devon began to lap at her, darting his tongue against her anus, sweeping up over her perineum, pushing just inside her vagina but avoiding her clit, which was begging for his attention. He held her tightly by her hips, and she knew she would have his marks there in the morning. Alex finally realized just how angry they were with her, and that their anger was a defence against the worry they had experienced for hours. She resigned herself to her punishment.
Jeff suddenly held himself against the top of her mouth and came. Alex choked on his semen, and he rolled her to her side, allowing her to swallow and get her breath. Devon never ceased his lapping between her legs, and she began to work toward her own orgasm. And he withdrew.
Alex was totally frustrated. Okay, she had worried them, but Jeff positively spanked her bottom, and they both had got theirs. Fair was fair. Alex could feel that their anger had lifted as a result of their release and could only hope that they weren’t carrying a grudge.
Devon turned her onto her stomach, pulling her up to the headboard. He tied her hands to it and shoved a big pillow under her belly. Jeff pushed a hand under her to tweak her nipples.
“Should have clamped these, Devon,” he said. “I’ll be right back.”
“Bring the butterfly and maybe the new gel dildo with you. There’s a plug in the table here.”
“C’mon, guys,” she begged. “Enough already.”
Devon slapped her buttocks then rubbed the sting away. Warmth drifted between her legs, and Alex hoped harder. He kept slapping her, almost idly, smoothing the place his hand had fallen, until Jeff returned. Jeff turned her up on one side, sucked a nipple into his mouth then clamped it, hardly allowing her to adjust before clamping the other. Alex panted through the bite of pleasure, and the rub of her sensitive nipples now pushed against the soft cotton of the sheets as she was pressed back on her stomach.
She felt someone lubing her back hole and then a slender object breached her. One of them stroked her back, calming and settling her.
“A big breath now, Alex,” Devon told her.
She opened her mouth to ask just as an impossibly wide rubber object was shoved into her wet vagina. Oh, so full, so stuffed, her bottom hot, her openings stretched, nipples tingling. If only someone would rub her clit, she’d go off like a rocket. And still she waited.
The vibe in her bottom started to vibrate, just a low hum, but it awoke all those nerve endings she had discovered over the months of play, and Alex moaned. The dildo was swirled, the tiny teeth catching on her walls and teasing her G-spot. The base of the vibe was tapped deeper into her, and then the dildo started to vibrate. Nothing was in the same cadence, and Alex couldn’t adjust. She whimpered and panted and strained to let go, but with the clip on her clit she felt restricted. She begged and pleaded to no avail.
They were enjoying watching her suffer, those jerks. She tried to think of ways to pay them back, only to have her thoughts interrupted by an increase in the vibration at her backside, punctuated by slaps to her cheeks and the tender crease at her thighs.
Alex screamed at them to do something, anything, to make her come and take away the torment, trying to rub her distended clitoris on the sheet, but was thwarted by the lift the pillow created. She hung suspended for what felt like hours, and then everything stopped. The toys were pulled out, and she was flipped over onto her back, legs spread wide, hands still tied above her head. She saw spots behind her eyes and opened them to glare at Devon and Jeff, who sprawled on either side of her, watching with hooded eyes and evil intent.
“Learned anything, Alex?” asked Devon as he teasingly stroked around her clit.
“Okay, I promise,” she choked out.
“Spell it out, darlin’, or I’ll have to go look for that butterfly Devon wanted,” advised Jeff.
“No! Please! I promise not to drive that road at night anymore. I won’t change a tire alone. And I’ll keep my cell charged, I swear. I won’t worry you again,” Alex babbled.
Devon’s hand came down across her pussy, striking her clit with a wet, smacking sound. Alex shrieked and flinched back, only to arch up into the next blow. He struck her to cover her labia fully, but the focus was on her clit, unprotected and displayed as it was. She came on chaotic sensation and sound, and Jeff sprang the nipple clamps free, prolonging the pleasant agony of her climax, then added to the sensation by releasing the clit clamp. Alex had no breath to scream and gasped for air as Devon freed her hands.
The lights went off and a hand pulled the covers up as her men settled
on either side of her.
“Night, sweetheart.”
Chapter Twelve
A month before her world came crashing down, Devon and Jeff took her out for dinner and proposed. Not real marriage, but a lifelong commitment. They had small charms made for her to attach to her white gold chain. Two oval pendants held their birthstone, an amethyst for Jeff and a peridot for Devon. A round pendant featured a diamond, for her. They fit into the hollow of her throat when attached to the chain, and it was clear that they were claiming her, one on either side of the diamond. Alex felt complete and rejoiced. She fingered the charms constantly, especially when she was anxious or thinking hard. They soothed her like nothing had ever done in her life.
Then one Tuesday afternoon trouble came knocking at the door.
“Come in, Melissa,” invited Alex. “I’ve just made some iced tea and planned to sit out back while I take a break from work.”
“Thanks, sweetie, that sounds wonderful what with this heat.”
Melissa waited for Alex to pour the drinks then followed her out to the deck, each choosing a lounge chair set back in the shade of the house. The insects droned and the birds made sounds muted by the heat.
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