My heart throbs and I can just barely see the moving human shapes through the tight fabric weave. A figure I recognize to be Bash is a few feet away from me and taking off his pants. I turn my body so I can get an idea of who’s around me and that’s when I see two more figures. One is Mack and the other Patch. Mack is sitting on a rock or stump behind me, but not undressing. Patch stands behind me, folding my skirt.
“I’m going to be rough with you.” Patch’s deep voice vibrates my chest like the roar of a powerful motor.
“Rough? Like how?” I ask, suddenly rethinking this bondage/consensual non-consensual game I’ve agreed to play.
Patch’s unmistakable voice comes from directly behind my head. “Spanking, pinching, swatting.”
“Swatting?” I ask in barely a whisper.
“With a switch taken from a tree. It stings and will probably leave red welts on your body, but they’ll go away.”
“I don’t think I’ll enjoy the switch.” My heart is pounding furiously again.
“I’ll let you know when it’s coming and you can decide if you don’t want to try it, or be a brave little girl and give it a try. If you don’t care for it, you can say orange and I won’t use it again.”
He presses his hot chest against my back and glides his fingers down my tummy, sending shivers that stiffen my nipples. They slowly ease their way down between the slippery folds of my pussy and begin gently stroking my clitoris.
“I’ll reward you well if you take the punishments.”
“What if I scream?”
“Your screams are my reward. No one will hear your desperate pleas, so scream until your mouth runs dry. Just remember your safewords. What are they?”
“Orange and red,” I tell him with a mouth that suddenly feels very dry.
“Saying yellow means you’ve reached your intensity level. Do you understand?”
“Yes, I do.”
“I’ll start with a spanking using my hands. I’m going to swat you twelve times. Eight of those will be on your ass.”
“And the other four?”
“You’ll see,” he replies in his typical stern and assertive manner.
I feel safe with these men, even though one of them is about to physically hurt me, something I never thought I’d permit a man to do. His fingers leave my pussy, disappointing me.
“Open your mouth and taste your excitement.”
I do as instructed, opening wide. His fingers slip into my mouth and I close my lips around them, sucking my flavor from each digit. He pushes them deeper into my mouth, so far I fear I may gag. Ever so slowly he retracts them.
“I want you to count the spanks. All of them. If you miss one, I’ll add two to the count.”
His hand cracks down on my right ass cheek and I yelp. My heart is pounding so hard in my chest that it might break free!
“You aren’t counting. This is your one warning.”
The figure I’m fairly sure to be Bash stands a few feet in front of me and I believe he’s stroking his cock. He’s watching Patch punish me and it’s arousing him.
“One,” I retort. Another crack on the same cheek. I immediately yell, fearing he’ll add another. “Two!”
The anticipation of the third has me quivering. He pauses, remaining still and silent. I jolt when his fingertips brush across the burning handprints on my ass. I wait for another touch, not knowing if he’ll spank me or touch me tenderly. The anticipation of it builds butterflies in my tummy.
Crack! Yelp! “Three!” Another immediately follows. “Four.” The final two alternate ass cheeks. “Five, six!”
I’m gasping, tears welling up behind the makeshift blindfold.
“Your ass is turning a lovely shade of pink and I can see my giant handprints on your shapely ass. It’s making my dick hard.” He pushes his bare, rock-hard cock between my tightly squeezed legs. I tilt my hips toward him. I want him inside of me.
“Eager little bitch, aren’t you? You’re so fucking wet!” he purrs behind my left ear.
He reaches around me, cupping both of my breasts in his slap-happy palms. His hot fingers pinch my nipples, gradually increasing the intensity of the pressure, making me cry out. I wiggle to get away but it’s useless. He has them held firmly. The more I squirm, the harder he pinches and tighter he holds me against his chest.
I whimper, hoping he’ll take pity on me. He doesn’t. Instead, while he squeezes my nipples, he pulls them as if he’s trying to rip them from my breasts. I scream when the pain is too great. He releases them and then tenderly rolls them between those same punishing fingers. This feels really good, surprisingly hypersensitive to his touch immediately after the inflicted pain.
Bash walks toward me and the silhouette of his thick, erect prick swings with each step. He has a great cock. Having him inside of me makes me feel full, but it’s more than just a physical fullness. It’s a total mind-altering feeling that I can’t explain. All I know is I want more of that, more of him.
He slides the halter top higher up on my arms to expose my mouth, leaving my eyes shielded and then presses his to mine. He has the softest lips of all the brothers and his kisses are more tender despite his efforts to seem aggressive. Even in the height of his passion, when most men’s kisses are more eager, his puffy lips are like pillowed bumpers, protecting me from the harshness of the assault.
Bash slips his fingers between my sex, quickly finding my clitoris. His easy circles rim the hood in a tantalizing tease. I moan softly into his mouth.
Whack! Whack! I scream. The sharp burning of my ass cheeks combined with the arousal of my clitoris is thrilling!
“Count,” Bash whispers.
It takes me a moment to remember what number I’m at. “Ah ... seven, eight,” I manage.
My hips tilt toward Bash’s hand, pleading with him not to stop. His fingers slip further back and into my pussy. With the palm of his hand pressing against my clit, I’m coming closer and closer to orgasm. I hump against it, taking his fingers into me while simultaneously arousing my clit. I’m so fucking close!
He pulls his hand away just before my climax erupts. I beg and plead but he only steps away from me. Patch takes Bash’s place in front of me. He’s just as tall as Bash but so much larger and therefore more intimidating. I like the fear his size awards me, especially when I can’t get away. I know I’m safe, so the fear is more of a thrill than anything.
“Spread your legs wide,” he tells me while caressing my silky breasts with his gruff hands.
I do as he’s instructed but only able to spread my legs about shoulder-width, otherwise I’ll be on my tiptoes. I’m sure to step cautiously on the soft moss. Getting a stick poked in the bottom of my foot would be a mood wrecker for sure. I stand with my legs apart. The cool air caresses my hot, swollen clit.
“I’m going to spank your pussy.”
“No!” I shout. Before I can close my legs in protest, his thick hand swats my pussy lips, stinging my clit like a bolt of electricity zapped me.
I shriek from the shock of the sting and don’t want another, not yet anyway. My legs are shaking so hard I can’t lift them to pull them closed. Instead, my knees buckle inward, shifting my weight and putting more strain on my wrists.
“Open your legs or I’ll add another. Don’t forget to count.” His words ring loudly in the quiet forest, even though they were spoken in his normal tone.
“Nine,” I whisper. Realizing it wasn’t as painful as my mind led me to believe, I do as he orders, spreading my legs as wide as before.
“Ready?” I bite my bottom lip as if that will make what’s coming less shocking.
Slap! My pussy stings and burns. He doesn’t remove his hand after that slap, which seems to make the pain dissipate quickly because of his hand’s heat. Two of his fingers easily slide into my drenched hole, burrowing so deeply into me that I can feel his knuckles pressing against my opening. I’m not surprised by how soaking wet I am.
He waves inside of me, wickedly assault
ing my g-spot. The speed of his movements have me coming in a matter of seconds. I wail through a powerful orgasm that begins deep inside my body and finishes with a blast of my hot cum coating his hand. It continues to spurt, splashing against my thighs, tickling my flesh as it trickles downward. His fingers withdraw, leaving me panting and shaking.
He slaps my right tit, likely thinking I won’t enjoy it, but I do. Swat! “Ten!” I scream with a taunting laugh quickly following. I push my chest toward him, inviting another. I’m so fucking turned on that he could slap me anywhere and I’ll likely invite him to do it again.
Another slap, this one to my left tit. Slap! “Eleven!” I growl in a very uncivilized way. I’ve always thought of myself as a lady with very feminine tendencies but right now, I’m a horny bitch with a need for satisfaction.
Swat! I lurch toward him and scream, “Twelve! Fuck me!”
Bash rushes behind me, grasping my hips in his tough hands and lifting them until I’m balancing myself on my tip-toes. He lines up his cock and rams its full length into me, forcing the breath from my lungs with a loud, appreciative moan.
He pounds himself into me with a fierceness that I’d been hoping for. My head is spinning, the darkness is pulling me further from reality as orgasms ripple through me, one after another. I have no concept of how long he fucks me, but it seems like forever yet not long enough. He slides his gorgeous prick from my twitching cunt and I whine like a child who dropped their sucker in the dirt. “More!”
My hands are untied and set free. They feel heavy and tingle as my blood rushes through them. The shirt covering my eyes is yanked off, but I can’t seem to open my lids. The brightness of the sun has me squinting as my lashes shield my protesting eyes.
My hair is grabbed and I’m forced onto my knees. After my head is yanked back, a cock is shoved between my parted lips. Whoever it is is fucking my mouth quickly but not deeply. I wrap my lips around it and suck as it pulls and pushes. The sound of someone to my right unzipping his pants seems very loud.
The hand releases my hair, but another quickly takes its place. I can tell it's someone else because of the easiness of this guy’s hair-pulling. This man isn’t as brutish in his guidance. His cock pushes into my mouth and I can tell it belongs to Mack. Its smaller size gives him away. It’s long but thinner than his brothers’ pricks. He glides in and out of my mouth as my lips encircle him.
My hair falls free, but I continue to ravish Mack’s hard cock. My forehead bounces against his strong belly as I take him deep into my throat, amazing myself with my ability to control my gag reflex. His moaning is lengthy and appreciative of my talent.
Two hands grasp me under my arm and I’m suddenly being lifted to my feet. This is disappointing; I wanted to make Mack cum down my throat. Mack lines up my boots for me to step into, wiping the dirt and moss from my soles before guiding them in.
Bash takes my hand and walks me over to where Patch is standing, fiddling with a rope. I can finally see clearly without the sun burning my eyes. Seeing three extremely handsome, well-built men walking naked through the forest with their stiff cocks wagging free in the breeze has my pussy twitching. I want them, all of them.
Chapter 7
Patch waves me toward him. He stands on the opposite side of a downed tree. The trunk is thick and level at my hips. I stand with my hands resting on its bark, admiring its texture.
“Give me your hands,” he instructs.
Without hesitation, I lift them and put them together just as they were before. He binds them with a slight difference from the last time. He slowly pulls the rope, forcing me to step forward until I’m leaning over the trunk. My tummy rests on the scratchy bark. It’s not very comfortable, that’s for sure.
He squats down, tossing the rope ends through a gap under the trunk. I feel it hit my boots. My calves are wrapped separately using each end of the rope. I can move my feet wider apart but can’t step back without my hands being pulled further beneath the trunk. I’m bound around this tree, vulnerable and unable to fight back—not that I’d want to.
Large hands separate my ass cheeks and then a thick cock is pushed between my slick pussy lips until it's forced deep inside me. Bash pounds into me and all I can do is lie there and take it. The warm bark digs into my soft skin, scratching its top layer. It hurts, but it’s adding to the whole experience. Oh, fuck! This is so incredible!
Just before I cum, he pulls out of me, leaving me panting and grunting in protest. Another cock is buried into me and this time I know it's Mack’s. He slides easily in me. His cock being slimmer allows me to focus on its firm tip poking at my cervix with each thrust. I like it a lot. He also isn’t kind enough to let me cum.
He pulls out and is quickly replaced by Patch. His thrusts are relentless and much more powerful than those of his brothers. The thunderous pounding of his thick thighs is painful, but I want more. The bark feels like it’s cutting into my skin, but I don’t care. At this point, I’d let a wild horse fuck me. Without giving him any warning, I start coming—hard.
He yanks his cock out of me and cracks my ass with a widespread hand, reigniting my burning ass cheek. The sting is incredible, more electric than before. It adds another level of intensity to my already all-consuming orgasm, ending it with my shrieking wail that echoes back at me from the deepest pockets of the surrounding forest.
As I gasp to catch my breath, something long and thin trails down my spine. My head jerks up, turning as if I’ll be able to catch a glimpse of what it is.
“It’s a switch,” Patch informs me.
“Are you going to hit me with that?” I pant.
“Yes, I’m going to swat you five times. If you accept all the swats without telling me to stop, we will all fuck you until you can’t discern one cock from the other. Are you ready?”
“This is going to hurt a lot, isn’t it?” I ask, not really needing him to confirm what I already know.
“Yes, but you might like it,” Bash suggests. He’s standing several feet behind me.
Patch swats me with the switch and it fucking hurts. The sharp sting overwhelms me. I can’t scream. I was expecting the pain but when it tears through my body the way it does, my mind snaps back to reality. I’m no longer lost in the delirium of an orgasmic fog.
“Breathe, Goldilocks,” Patch instructs. He places a warm hand on the small of my back and it helps to ground my mind. I inhale slowly, letting it out in silence. He rubs my lower back. “Prepare for another, a little harder.”
Twack! Aargh! My head is spinning. I’ve never felt anything so abrupt in my entire life.
“Take in the pain. Absorb it. Don’t let it overwhelm you.” Patch is leaning over me, whispering in my ear. “You are stronger than your pain.”
I breathe slowly, my eyes blinking away the eruption of tears that are starting to blur my vision. To stop them from building, I close my lids. I nod slowly, letting him know I’m ready for more. Two down, three to go.
The third swat hurts like hell but I don’t cry out. I’m trying to take his advice, to absorb the pain and not allow it to overwhelm me. I’m shaking, thankful the ropes are holding me in place, otherwise I’d be on my ass.
Another whack! I wasn’t ready for this one. I scream, letting the pain escape me through my voice. The sound of my scream drifting into the thickness of the forest draws my mind away with it.
Another crack, this time harder than all the others. My wail is that of a woman lost in her pain. The sound seems to come from someone else, not me, definitely not me. This woman’s voice sounds different; deeper and more animalistic.
My ass is caressed, each welted scar from the switch traced with the feathery touch of a tongue. Fuck! It hurts but my pussy is tightening, begging to be touched, licked or fucked. I can’t focus my thoughts on any one particular thing. It’s as if I’ve left myself; my inhibitions, fears and insecurities and escaped to a freer state of existence.
Suddenly, my pussy is plundered with a very hard cock. Mack
stabs at my cervix, thumping against it in a sensational way that forces me quickly into orgasm. Oh yes! I want more!
His hips bounce off my sore ass cheeks, but I don’t care how much they hurt or how the bark scraping the flesh on my body irritates. I want to be filled, to feel the closeness of a warm body. I want Bash!
Mack humps erratically, groaning and panting like a man taking his pleasure. His prick pulls from me, but I hear the whimpering sounds men tend to make when they orgasm, and it pleases me to know that my body was a vessel he used to give himself that much pleasure.
Patch slams his thick dick into me and immediately begins humping into me like a wild animal taking what’s his. My pussy spasms around his cock within seconds. I’m overwhelmed, lost in another orgasm, and then another and yet another. I hear him cry out just before his thickening prick yanks from my depths.
At some point, and I don’t know when, my ankles and wrists were untied. I could have moved at my own will, had I chosen to. If I had, I’d have been a fool to deny myself this pleasure.
I’m lifted off the fallen tree and carried in a pair of strong arms. My body is laid down on the mossy patch beneath the tree branch I was hanging from originally. It seems like it began so long ago.
Bash’s lips press to mine, and the world seems to disappear around us. My arms wrap around his neck, holding his face to mine so my lips can easily reach his. The softness of his hot skin feels like cotton compared to the roughness of the warm tree bark.
He slips his huge cock into me and rests his hips between mine. Instead of fucking me, he holds himself inside me while he lovingly kisses me. His breath fills my lungs and mine his. He is mine, the one I truly wanted. The others don’t matter, they’re only bodies there for the purpose of my entertainment.
My legs fall open listlessly. His hips gently roll between my thighs, burrowing his hot thickness deep into my soul. My fingers weave into his thick, dark hair. We are panting together, loving the way our bodies move perfectly to complement each other’s motion.
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