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[Britwitch]

With desperation I try to return the deep kiss, my mouth opening wider, my tongue trying to stroke yours but then your mouth is gone and then I feel the odd warm, thickness of spit hit my tongue

What are you going to do slut, are you going to cum when I fill you up? Are you going to enjoy every last second as I make you a slut, and everyone finds out you're fucking your ugly old teacher? Hmm?

I wamt to say no. I want to say, of course not. But I know, and you know, I will. That I'll be a writhing, sweaty mess, begging you not to stop, whimpering in torturous pleasure while the humiliation eats me alive.

You're wetter then a bitch on breeding day. You're going to cum so hard. I can feel it.

I wince a little as more saliva reaches my face but my wide eyes remain fixed on your face as you fuck me with punishing thrusts, going as deep as humanly possible. If not deeper.

You like every bit of this, don't you, slut?

I...I do...please Daddy, let me cum...please fuck me like the dirty little bitch I am, give me the fucking I deserve...please...please Daddy...please fuck your helpless little slut...

The need, the burning need, to cum is rapidly overtaking the humiliation within me. I'll say anything, do anything, if it means you'll let me cum.

 

[The_PG]

*My steady drilling continues. Just like a oil drill I slowly raise up, before slamming down inside of you. The delay will keep you just on the edge until one of the thrusts completely destroys whatever resistance you have left. I'm not so cruel as to believe you can possibly stop yourself from cumming, but the ultimatum I give will certainly help.*

Do not cum.

*I grin as the terror slowly washes over your eyes. I let it fester until I find a tear dripping out of your eye.*

Until.

*The sudden surge of hopeful exuberance reaches all the way to your pussy where it tightens suddenly. I grunt and punish the resistance powerfully, filling you with my cock before slowly dragging it out.*

You are the mumbling, muttering, screaming, slobbering, jerking, humping, fucking, squirming, squirting, retching, gagging, gasping, insane little slut that you are.

Hold it.

 

[Britwitch]

Do not cum.

I freeze. Panic taking a firm, chilling hold of my insides. Knowing that my body with disobey, every feeling already so heightened, my body so close to falling over the edge. It would take more than I have ever been capable of to hold myself there, to pull myself back. And I can tell from the knowing look in your eyes that you know it too. Hence your command. It's a test, another curious punishment to see how I behave.

My lips tremble and my eyes, tear bright from the humiliation of what we're sharing, fill rapidly and a salty tear slides down each side of my face. My body shaking as I try to hold back the orgasm thats building ten times as fast now that it has been denied. Like the wet paint that has to be touched to be proven so, my body wants to cum so veru much more now that it shouldn't

Until.

So much hope in that one word. I cling to it like a drowning woman. The hope that this torment will have a vaguely happy ending

You are the mumbling, muttering, screaming, slobbering, jerking, humping, fucking, squirming, squirting, retching, gagging, gasping, insane little slut that you are.

Hold it.

It won't take much until I am everything you call me. My body already tense and writhing beneath you. Unintelligible sounds leaving my lips as I try to block out the slow, steady, deep fucking my pussy is on the receiving end of, trying to somehow control my ragged breathing. My eyes sparkling with tears and need. My wrists red from pulling at the restraints. Breasts heaving beneath my open shirt. I'm almost an animal and it would take the lightest of pushes from you to turn me into one.
All I am away of is the plunging motion of your hips and the sickening, overwhelming pulsing in my clit.
I won't give in...I can't...I might...but I don't want to...god I don't want to...

 

[The_PG]

*In order to create the animal I want right now there are only two things I have to do. With a sick little smile I go about doing both of them. First, my cock which is hovering at the entrance to your pussy slams down like a hammer on the anvil. It's basically audible to both of us. The sparks fly, and I 'catch' one in my finger by suddenly and firmly pinching your erect clitoris. You won't be able to escape since I am pinching it through your wet skirt, and the friction will be useful quite soon.*

Are you there yet, cunt?

*I twist your clit, the use now becoming apparent as the delicate flesh is twisted roughly and when it can't twist any further the rough cloth grinds against every piece of nerve ending inside of you. I even make a slight jerking motion, like it is a miniscule cock.*

You're there...

*I whisper the words happily as I watch, and begin to fuck you powerfully. Not drilling, but a steady and rapid plunging that pushes through every wave of your orgasm, daring and forcing you to climb higher up the mountain of pleasure that you've built.*

Tell me what you are.

*That isn't what will get this to stop, but then again it might be.*

 

[Britwitch]

My groan of delight as you thrust into me is sharply turned into a squeal of pain and discomfort as you pinch my clit. My hips writhing as the tiny bud of sensitive flesh is over loaded again and again. My eyes rolling back slightly as I fight, uselessly, my impending orgasm

Are you there yet, cunt?

A howl of surrender and defeat as you torment my clit further, pushing me agonisingly over the cliff I have been trying so hard to get away from.

You're there...

My body is a shaking, throbbing mass. I trying in vain to keep my eyes fixed on you but my fluttering lids have other ideas. Each almost painful thrust crushes my exploding clit between your fingers, between our bodies, making me scream and scream again. A sheen of sweat swiftly coating my body, making my white shirt cling to my torso, lewdly hugging my breasts and their achingly hard nipples.

Tell me what you are.

My hips still grinding against yours as your words filter through haze of pleasure and defeat I'm swimming in and breathlessly and with a voice husky from screaming my submission, I reply. My glazed eyes finding yours and latching on desperately.

Your filthy, dirty, little cum-slut Daddy

 

[The_PG]

*I growl. Low and long. Yes, that is exactly what you are and you know it so very well. I could never tell you that. You would become too prideful and loose all your delightful features. Well, most of them anyways. The growl ends just as my own orgasm ends, and as painful as I know this will be for you I simply can't help myself from fucking you hard, and tearing at your clitoris with my fingers.*

Fuck it.

*I breathe deeply as I begin to fill you with cum.*

Take your daddy's cum, slut.

*I slip into the 'character' just as easily as you. Which is surprising.*

Drink it all up. Don't spill a single drop, it makes you horny? Mmm. I can feel it, you want more, don't you? Yesss.

*I slam into you, fucking through my orgasm as the table groans in protest.*

Fuck yes.

 

[Britwitch]

Fuck it.

That familiar, yet strange, sense of pride as I feel your hot cum start to paint my insides, my body going limp, accepting everything, every drop more than willingly

Take your daddy's cum, slut.

Yes, Daddy, give it me...give it all to me...

Drink it all up. Don't spill a single drop, it makes you horny? Mmm. I can feel it, you want more, don't you? Yesss.

Ooooh yes, more Daddy....more...

Fuck yes

My arms pull at the restraints, desperate to hold you, to draw you deeper...always deeper...feeling your seed already overflowing from my well fucked pussy and spreading onto my splayed thighs. My voice, little more than a whisper...

Thank you Daddy....

 

[The_PG]

*It's times like these were I am sorely tempted to step away and vanish in a moment. Maybe even bring in a crowd of men to jerk off and spurt cum over your vulnerable, innocent little face. But with a rush of emotion i shut down the sadistic impulse and shiver as the last several pulses of semen shot from within my balls. Imagining it is enough for now. Especially with a slutty schoolgirl still underneath him.*

What a good little slut...

*I catch a glimpse for our straining fingers and give a soft laugh.*

Oh, but baby... We're not finishes yet...

*I lean up and across your body to kiss you on the lips. My hot tongue slides against yours, and then brushes the roof of your mouth before I remove it and lick your lips. Not a delicate little lick either, but my entire flat tongue sliding across both lips to your cheek. I begin kissing down you body. Anywhere that your sweat soaked clothes do not hide your skin. Further, and further. I even kiss the erect nipples through the sweaty clothes.*

You're going to cum again and again for daddy. No matter how much you beg me to stop.

*My fingers suddenly replace my cock in your slick pussy. I slide them in and out, before rubbing over your clitoris and bringing the cum soaked digits to your mouth.*

Clean off his fingers baby.

 

[Britwitch]

What a good little slut...Oh, but baby... We're not finishes yet...

I return the kiss, as much as I'm allowed to at any rate. Then new straining on my bonds as my body lifts up off the desktop. Arching upwards to try and keep the teasing contact between your impossibly smooth, warm lips and my skin. A whimper as they pass over my nipples.

You're going to cum again and again for daddy. No matter how much you beg me to stop.

Oh...yes Daddy, anything for you....

An exclamation of surprise as your fingers slide inside me. My pussy clutching around them, drawing them in. Then a grinding from my hips as they pass over my clit

Clean off his fingers baby

More than obediently, hungrily, I open my lips and take your fingers into my mouth. My tongue stroking and massaging each digit as my mouth sucks hard. Tasting both of us together. My lips stretched around you as I look up into your eyes. My face flushed and glistening with sweat, my pigtails laying on either side of my head a reminder of how I entered this rooom.

 

[The_PG]

*The way you hungrily reach and suckle sends a pulse through my body that does not go unnoticed, but rather ignored as I continue to dig my fingers into your sopping wet cunt. I pull out my fingers again and again; allowing you to clean off my fingers every time and with as much relish as you wish. Stopping only to wipe the spit occasionally off of them onto your face or chest. Once I collect most of it I stop bringing my fingers up, but rather begin working harder on your cunt. Pushing against your g-spot and tickling your clit at the same time.*

You're such a cute little slut. Look at you, you're drooling. Such a shameless little thing. You want more, don't you? Well, you're going to have to wait and cum. Cum lots. And when you cum... You have to tell me a secret. A naughty secret that if anyone else knew. You would die.

*I lightly kiss you, and then hold my lips inches away from yours. So close that you can feel my breath, but far enough that you can no longer kiss me. I stare into your baby blues. Waiting for the moment. Waiting for the secret.*

 

[Lady_of_Roses]

*Your name goes in one ear before getting stored in a deep, dark room that is full of cobwebs and abandoned things. Like the name of your friends friend. Who the fuck cares? I see you try your hardest to remain silent, and it's hot the dark room. The orgasm rippling through your body; ripping feelings from inside of you that i'm sure you did not know existed. Yet not a soul even turns to glance at you during this momentous moment in your history. Your pathetic excuse for a history, i should say.*

You made noise.

*That is my only comment as I wipe my fingers off under your nose, and kick the whip out of your asshole; allowing it to be dropped on the ground in order for my staff to clean up later. They know to use gloves. I trace my fingernails up your bare sides, all the way to your armpits before dragging them down in four ragged red lines until they reach the tips of your breasts.*

You bad little girl.

*I pinch your nipples viciously.*

I'm going to fuck you for that, but when I do there will be some strict rules. You will not be allowed to orgasm. Or make a noise, even if it hurts, even if it feels...

*I lean close and whisper in your ear.*

Like rape.

*I stand up straight and meet your eyes, strangely there is a touch of warmth in them.*

Because it's not. Is it?

*Body trembling as a fine sheen of sweat coats Sylvie's flushed skin, her breasts heave as she pants, eyes wide and frightened even though she just came, her body on high alert unable to sink into her usual post orgasmic bliss. Her mind is a race track, thoughts going round and round, feeling like a prisoner in her own body as it rides out waves of pleasure brought on by sheer terror. Never before has her body been used in this way, always she has been an instrument of pleasure, playing sweet shy submissive melodies.....never has her strings of terror, fear, degridation and deprivation been plucked. As her body quite literally vibrates to a new tune Sylvie is not so sure she likes what it does to her......and then she realizes that she was making noise at your words. A soft gasp slips out as she stops her keening, a droplet of ruby red blood slowly sliding down her chin to drop between her cleavage.

Unable to notice the pain in her humiliated state suddenly insult is literally added to injury as his musky fingers are wiped underneath her nose, leaving her to smell her own sweet and spicy musk, never before has she had someone treat her so cruelly, to not care that she came, not get pleasure from it, not praise her for it. Jerking violently as the whip was kicked away she whimpers again. Feeling his hands trace up her sides she tenses, groaning as her head falls back as he uses his nails scorring furrows into her skin, screaming softly as he twisted her tits.

Far from getting praised, now he's going to punish her....but by FUCKING? that made no sense....until she heard the rest of it.
" Ican't not make noise, I cant not cum, I don't think thats possible for me, I'll scream and cry and jerk about, please don't ask me to do that, you'll be upset with me, I'm not ready for that its beyond my limits even if you can't rape the willing." Sylvie was terrified, at what she'd done, what he asked and more than anything at the hint of warmth in his eyes that she had not a clue what it meant or that she deserved it......

 

[The_PG]

*You won't be able to with that kind of attitude. I don't say anything more. Not much caring to talk to you. Talking at you is a different story though. Without another word I remove the cuffs holding you in an X and allow you to tumble onto the floor. Your weakness leaves me feeling particularly... Aroused. It's obvious in the way my jeans bulge. In frustration I remove the belt and step out of them smoothly without breaking stride as I walk to pick up the piece of furniture we will be using. When I return I see you are at least in a kneeling position; that is a start. My hard cock is poking out of the waistband of my loose boxers, but unlike you I can easily ignore it as I set down the well polished and sanded box.*

Lay over it.

*I move toward you and whether you were thinking about disobeying or not that thought is in the past as I help you move over it. I like this box because of the position you end up in. It is high enough off the ground to support all your weight. It needs to, since the way I will be tying your hands and feet is particularly painful if there is too much weight on them. First, I fold your arms so that your wrists touch your shoulder, and your legs so that you heel touches your ass. Then I start a length of cordage at your knees and elbows and wrap it up each limb, so that they are each doubled over onto themselves. Like this.*

You are soaking wet slut. Anything to say for yourself?

*I kneel in front of you, and slowly remove my cock from it's confines. Allowing you to watch as it springs free and bobs in front of your lips with a shine of pre-cum over the throbbing head. I hunch forward, pushing the head towards your lips.*

Too late.

*I chuckle as my cock pushes against your tongue, and towards the back of your throat.*

 

[Lady_of_Roses]

*You won't be able to with that kind of attitude. I don't say anything more. Not much caring to talk to you. Talking at you is a different story though. Without another word I remove the cuffs holding you in an X and allow you to tumble onto the floor. Your weakness leaves me feeling particularly... Aroused. It's obvious in the way my jeans bulge. In frustration I remove the belt and step out of them smoothly without breaking stride as I walk to pick up the piece of furniture we will be using. When I return I see you are at least in a kneeling position; that is a start. My hard cock is poking out of the waistband of my loose boxers, but unlike you I can easily ignore it as I set down the well polished and sanded box.*

Lay over it.

*I move toward you and whether you were thinking about disobeying or not that thought is in the past as I help you move over it. I like this box because of the position you end up in. It is high enough off the ground to support all your weight. It needs to, since the way I will be tying your hands and feet is particularly painful if there is too much weight on them. First, I fold your arms so that your wrists touch your shoulder, and your legs so that you heel touches your ass. Then I start a length of cordage at your knees and elbows and wrap it up each limb, so that they are each doubled over onto themselves. Like this.*

You are soaking wet slut. Anything to say for yourself?

*I kneel in front of you, and slowly remove my cock from it's confines. Allowing you to watch as it springs free and bobs in front of your lips with a shine of pre-cum over the throbbing head. I hunch forward, pushing the head towards your lips.*

Too late.

*I chuckle as my cock pushes against your tongue, and towards the back of your throat.*

*My eyes widen at your words to me, wondering if you truly didn't lvoe hearing me say how terrified I was....wondering if you even listen to ANYTHING I say or if I'm nothing more than a source of terror and sex to you. My brain refuses to belive it as I sit in denial and insist that I have to have some kind of value to you or you wouldn't be taking your time with me. There were plenty of other women in this club that you could have chosen, and yet it was me that you picked out of the crowd. Wondering why it was me you picked....

suddenly I tumble free from my bonds, hands and knees smacking the floor hard the pain jolting me out of my thoughts as I nearly bite straight through my lip sending another droplet of blood dripping to splatter onto the floor. Quickly I scramble to my knees, not able to do more than that though....watching as you bring something over.

Before I can get the guts to move your helping me, moving me, propelling me forward. Resting my tummy and breasts on the cool block I sigh as I feel your hands upon me, body still begging for more. I let myself go limp and float as you tie me up, hitting the point where terror overcomes reason overcome by the desire to please and my body simply stalls into inactivity. Though I may be still I am by no means not paying attention my startling green eyes watch you intently, seeing what you are doing to me, not making any noise except for the rasping of my breath.

Once I'm tied up it suddenly dawns how helpless I am and I start to squirm about unable to move much, unable to run. As you speak to me my gaze darts to yours, terror plain. All I can do is keep my mouth shut and shake my head as I scream of sheerest terror builds up inside me.....

Seeing you strip and your cock spring free the scream gains power and speed....most importaintly breath as I inhale, I open my mouth to let it out, and you hear just the breifest high pitched wail of terror before your cock is shoved in my mouth cutting the scream off as you fuck my face. the scream still comming, sound vibrating down your cock before cutting off as I gag on your thick dick at the back of my throat*

 

[The_PG]

*Warning you again about making a noise seems pretty useless at this juncture. I decide I'll simply punish you for it instead, and in case you thought screaming would end this to on to a different sort of punishment, it won't. I'll finish this, and be particularly careful that I don't skip anything. My cock thrums as you scream on it, and then it throbs as your body begins to gag. I hold it inside of your throat for only a few more moments before I'm sure you won't be screaming again. Then I pull out until only the head is in your mouth.*

The better you suck it, the shorter I'll be in there slut. Besides.

*My comment works somewhat as you try to speed up, but don't provide any TLC to my cock. So I stop your bobbing head with a powerful hand digging into your dark hair, and twisting it so that you cannot move it an inch up or down anymore.*

Stop stop stop... Kiss it. Suck it. Love it. Don't just fuck it.

*I release some of the tension, and press only the head inside of your mouth this time. Allowing you both time and space to do exactly what I've told you to do. Just a like a child I find that ignoring some of the more impassioned screams of pain or terror often shows them that there is nothing wrong. Rather then trying to convince them with any words. I smile as I realize that is what you are, nothing but an innocent child when it comes to games like this.*

 

[Lady_of_Roses]

*Gagging on your cock I have to stop the scream or choke myself, I do so and force myself to relax just as you pull out of my throat. Freezing as you pull back I suddenly spring into action at your words, sucking you off as hard and fast as I can as I realize that despite what you have said, despite the fear and the terror my body is desperate to have you in my pussy, I know full well that I will likely cum, as I'd never been able to hold back from cumming very well and I look forward to the second release even as my heart pounds in terror at the thought of the punishment I will receive as the words " I just may kill you" echo through my head.

Without warning my head is jerked up, held so I can't move my mouth freeze and I still like a mouse caught by an owl, knowing there is no point in thrashing about right now. Holding my breath I listen for you to talk to me, to tell me what I have done wrong.....

Cursing myself and cursing you inside the saftey of my own head I set to doing as you asked, wondering why you get the sweet treatment from me, and expect tenderness when you don't give it as I languish at the injustice of it. But since you wanted me to be sweet I will show you just how sweet I can be....

Pulling off the head of your cock I start by placing a feather light kiss just at the tip of your head, right over the opening, Gently I flick my tongue out and lick up a droplet of pre that oozed out, holding it out on my tongue like a prize for a moment before swallowing it down, Lowering my head I set to loving your shaft, eating little nibbles up the underside, placing soft kisses along it and gently flicking my tongue at the sensitive spot where your crown joins the shaft.

Now that I have once more reached your tip I squiggle forward just a bit so that I have leverage to suck the head of your cock slowly into my mouth, sucking hard as though drinking a thick milkshake. My tongue dances and weaves about it, teasing it, caressing it, letting you knwo how much I love that you've given me this opportunity without making a word or a sound, lapping at it like the literal kitten with a bowl of cream....

 

[The_PG]

*The way you are sucking my cock changes one of many impressions I have about you; your naivety only extends into my realm of darkness, not the entire world of sex. This is by far one of the sweetest blowjob's I've ever received. Your tender desire excites me just the way I planned for it too, and the moment you've gotten into a rhythm and are enjoying yourself I fuck it up by giving my hips a thrust and starting that beautiful gag reflex once again as my slimy head shoots down your throat. I hold it there with ease as you have little to no ability to fight against the pressure. Then all of a sudden I whip my cock out; spilling spittle and pre-cum over your lips and chin, I kneel and give you a smile that is colder than ice on a windy day.*

You ready for this, cunt?

*I walk around behind you; ignoring whatever answer you give, to your ass where I give the well rounded cheeks a nice and powerful slap. Your tail skitters around, and I laugh before grabbing it and leaning over to whisper in your ear.*

Cock got your tongue?

*I push the head of my cock down from where it arch's against my belly; rubbing the head along your wet lips, between them, but not quite entering you yet.*

Just remember... There is nothing you can do.

*I push inside of you suddenly, pulling on your tail to give myself a little extra force so that I am balls deep in a second. I hold myself there and listen to your reaction.*

To stop it.

 

[fuckmeat]

*On this visit, it's late and I've quite obviously already been partying. I check my coat with Jack at the bar and kick off my shoes, leaving me barefoot and in nothing but a long, sheer white dress with a matching G string. The tab of E I dropped in the taxi on the way over is singing in my veins and evident behind my eyes. Jack goes through the preliminaries, telling me what floors I can access freely, until he remembers that he's seen me before. He looks high, so I'm not surprised that it took him some time. I express a desire to visit the fourth floor and let my gaze run up and down his body before I suggest that he escorts me up. His surprise is obvious but he doesn't refuse. I ask if the proprietor's around, by which of course I mean not currently busy with someone else.

On reaching the fourth floor I get a bottle of water and start to dance, undulating to the insistent rhythm. Jack will either take the hint and join me or he won't but for now my own imagination is enough to keep me occupied.*

 

[The_PG]

*Jack is a little fucked up. Not just by someone else, but it's his own doing as well. Still he is 'here' just enough to send me a message on my blackberry. I take a glance, and it's you in that slutty dress. He asks, 'Can I hit it?' Which makes me chuckle and reply, 'Not yet.' Before heading downstairs to the 4th floor I throw on a white button down shirt that I leave open; with nothing underneath. My jeans are sliding down revealing no tan line, just a nicely tanned pelvis, but I figure it doesn't matter since they won't be on long.*

Well look at that...

*I whisper to myself as I arrive and find Jack dancing with you. His pushing against your ass, obviously aroused and a little high. I catch you eyes and find you the same way. A ripple spreads through me, who told you that you were allowed to get high?*

What'r you doing, cunt?

*I ask as I step right in front of you; shoving a knee into your crotch and trapping you between myself and Jack. I have no problem being this close as his scabbed face watches, he understands me better than anyone else. My eyes narrow as I squeeze your chin and force you to look into my eyes. The glassy gaze in unmistakable.*

You know what happens when you are high, don't you slut?

*I chuckle, realizing that you do indeed.*

Is that what you want to happen?

 

[fuckmeat]

*Most women would take one look at the state he's in and run screaming from Jack. Not only am I not most women, I know that Jack is not the real threat to me in this place. I let him dance with me provocatively, knowing full well that somewhere you'll be watching. The intermittent cascades of water are incredible on my hypersensitive skin, as I knew they would be. Jack's calloused hands are the perfect counterpoint and I get lost in it all until you appear in front of me and jam your knee into my cunt.

Even if I was more lucid, I still wouldn't recall hearing you say anything about what would happen to me if I came here high. As it is I'm too far gone to care much, to see the suicidal danger in trusting you. My chin tilts and the world lurches as I gaze up into your narrowed eyes.*

I want you to happen to me.

Both of you.

*If I'm very lucky, I might just live long enough to fail to regret those words.

My gut lurches with excitement and fear, making my stomach pull itself in as my upper body bends a little, as though I've been punched in the stomach*

 

[The_PG]

*Maybe it is the drugs making you so bold? No. You can be like this, you are just... More aroused. The way your body reacts to Jack's firm hands and my gaze makes it quite obvious. The pulsing crowd gives us space, but only just enough to get by. His grasp is just as firm as mine, but it's not quite as natural. Just a bit rougher around the edges, he doesn't go for any nerves or erotic zones; instead he grabs whatever he can and holds it firmly in an iron grip.*

You're going to get all you can handle cunt.

*My finger on your jaw slip to a hand around your throat. I squeeze and push you into Jack who wraps his arms around your torso. Pinning you against his iron body; letting you feel his arousal which is not natural and not a little chemically induced. It is literally a iron crowbar in his pants pressing against your ass and tiny g-string. I hold you against him at arms length, squeezing just enough to get your nose flaring, but I don't want you passing out. My hand disappears into my pocket and comes out with a knuckle threaded through my fingers. I only use it because I don't want my own hand broken.*

*I punch you directly below your solar plexus. Anything higher would probably kill you. As it is you simply won't be able to breath. Not as I whip the iron across your cheekbone; just hard enough to split the skin, not the bone. Then I pull back and land another uppercut deep into your belly. Jack doesn't let you double up. In fact he squeezes even harder; compressing your chest as his other arms begins to rub the sheer fabric to shreds. Not off your body, just into pieces.*

You're not ready for this, bitch. *He says.*

Yes she is.

*I quickly correct him, but he knows he is right, and I am right. You're ready. Because you said you were.*

 

[fuckmeat]

Jack's grip quickly has me moaning and squirming, his fingers bruising wherever they grasp my pale body. I hold your gaze as you choke me. The water all over my body does nothing to disguise the hot, slick wetness seeping out from beneath my G string and when Jack's bone hard cockhead finds it I hear an aroused groan from behind me. My eyes would widen at how hard he is if you weren't already making them pop out of my skull as my face reddens and then purples.

I'm fighting to breathe when you let me go, so I don't see your hand drop into your pocket. The punch to my chest is so sudden and it takes a couple of infinitely long seconds before the pain starts to blossom and I realise I've been hit by more than your clenched fist. I'm left to asphyxiate for a long moment that is punctuated by a hard blow to my cheek. My head snaps back as hot blood gushes down my face. It feels like having been hit by a knifeblade.

Jack is unperturbed by all this, he's only interested in getting me naked. My dress shreds in his hands. Only when I'm convinced I'm about to pass out do my lungs start working again, howling with pain as my survival instinct forces them to make my ribs move.

You're not ready for this, bitch. *He says.*

Yes she is.

Of course, the drugs make everything so much worse and time somehow slows and stretches. I let Jack keep me from falling to the floor at your feet, retching and gasping. Instead I fight to breathe with my gaze locked onto yours.*

 

[The_PG]

*I catch Jack's nose flaring as the bloody aroma seeps into the air mingled with damp, sweaty bodies all around us. He roughly turns your head to the side with a handful of your wet hair and licks at the blood; groaning as he does so. Meanwhile I reach down and easily snap the g-string from your body. You don't glow anymore save for the shreds of sheer white that cling to your body like wall paper. I slip the knuckler off, but leave it in my pocket for now. Wiping the blood off on my collar as I pop it and droplets of water go flying. I reach over and separate you two lovebirds by slapping Jack's hand and wrenching your hair away. I force you to stare into my eyes. Jack knows what to do.*

You might regret this cunt.

*His cock penetrates your asshole dry, save for the few droplets of water that reached it from the time he slipped out of his pants and into your asshole along with the beads of sweat and water dripping down your back. You slam into me, and seconds later my cock slips into your hot pussy. Before you can moan or scream I shove two fingers into your throat. Fishhooking your face to the side and baring your bloody neck to Jack where droplets have been falling from your cheek.*

Go ahead, vampire.

*He bites you this time. Missing the artery, but drawing blood anyways. I use my hands to lift you, and then let you fall straight down onto both of our cocks. Over and over again.*

 

[fuckmeat]

*Jack twists my head, licking at the wound on my cheek and I arch back into him as he groans. Knowing how many other women you have fucked around here, it gives me a dark thrill to be doing this in front of you, enjoying another man. I feel the G string get ripped away but am in no position to look at what you're up to, until you slap Jack's hand away from my hair. It's clear who's in control of this twisted bromance, though I do wonder what would happen if Jack ever really got the rise on you. I stare back into your eyes, mine glazed with drug fuelled horniness. Then my gaze drops down your hard torso to the waistband of your jeans. It gets no further before I can feel Jack freeing himself behind me, fumbling around in the slick mess between my legs with his rock hard cock.*

You might regret this cunt.

*My eyes widen. There's enough sweat and water flowing down my asscrack to facilitate Jack's entry but not near enough to mitigate the pain of it. I draw breath to scream as he grips my thigh from behind and lifts my left leg sideways to let him get in deeper, while I perch precariously on my right leg. I'm way too short to be fucked standing up and Jack's savage determination to fill my ass has me flailing around in mid air as gravity impales me on him. The raw, dry pain in my torn asshole makes my cunt flood with hot juice. Jack's first powerful thrust lifts me up and throws me towards you, where your own cock is free and waiting to be serviced. I buck helplessly as you ram into my cunt, trapped between two hard, wet chests, held clear off the ground by two huge cocks. I wrap my legs around your waist reflexively, clinging to you.

Your thick fingers drive down into my throat and turn my head towards Jack. There's an inexplicable rightness about being filled in all my holes at the same time. A scream rises up through my chest but only allows your fingers to gouge deeper, nails curling into my delicate internal flesh.*

Go ahead, vampire.

*At first I assume Jack is going to lick up more of the blood from my face but now it's been diluted, he takes a more direct approach. I manage an audible scream onto your fingers as Jack bites me, his teeth biting deep until they draw blood. My holes flex and my hips buck as pleasure washes through me. What with the E tab and the sensory overload of being double fucked by a pair of violent psychos, I'm already helplessly close to cumming.

The guys finally settle into the process of actually fucking me. You lift me up and drop me onto the two cocks, letting gravity and our soaking wet bodies do the rest. There seems to be no beginning or end to this fuck, both of you are sliding against my internal membranes and external skin with equal ease, though Jack has yet to pound my ass into gaping for him, it's still stupid enough right now to be trying to push him back out. The tight arch Jack keeps me in so he can chew on my neck thrusts my tits out at you. My ass curls firm and snug against Jack's pelvis but my legs are curled around your hips. People nearby are starting to stand and stare now, but then I guess we've overstepped the level of play that happens here by quite some margin. Personally, I could not care less. I've never been so filled up, stretched out and used. Something about being at both their 'mercies' at the same time, of being objectified and abused by two men at once... well it's a huge kick.

My stomach lurches and I hope you take note. Vomiting all over you would kill the mood somewhat... well, I dare to hope so.*

 

[The_PG]

*I don't particularly care to be starting at Jack's face that is bruised, swollen, and now dripping with blood from around his jaw. I glance around and smirk at the gawking clubbers. Most of this crowd thinks they are the extreme ones, venturing past the second and first floor while remaining cool. Well, I suppose it's time they find out what this club is about anyways. Your pussy is so wet and so tight i can honestly say I don't mind fucking you at the same time as Jack, not that he has to do much as we lift your mostly weightless body together. In fact it quickly gets to the point that we're both lifting, and shoving you down. Fucking you quicker and harder than gravity can. I am a little taller, and a little longer, so my cock doesn't quite ever exit your cunt, while his constantly slips out before busting open your tight sphincter again and again.*

Trashy little whore. *I whisper.*

She tastes like sugar. *He says, spilling some blood onto your chest.*

*I crane my neck and swipe the blood off of your chest. Then nibble on your skin before straightening up and agreeing with a nod. My face darkens slightly as I feel your stomach beginning to churn.*

How much is it, a lot?

*You shake your head. Just a reflex gag, not a whole dinner, I smirk and suddenly cover your mouth with the hand that was inside of it. Pinching your nose at the same time. I hope you are right, or else you'll be aspirating your own puke tonight. Our cocks punch inside of you and begin the reflex all at once. I can feel the hot, mostly liquid vomit sliding against my hand in your mouth. Not being able to expel it causes you to panic. Calmly growl at you.*

Swallow it, cunt.

*Jack makes a sickened face, blood dripping from his lips.*

Sick fuck. *Is his comment.*

Shut the fuck up. *We both hammer inside of you.* Do it. Watch, she'll probably even cum.

 

[fuckmeat]

*It hurts like hell to have Jack popping in and out of my asshole like a pneumatic drill but the pain of my other injuries masks it somewhat, making it less relevant. Both my holes are stretched so wide and tight that it feels like I might split in two at any moment. I would be yelling the place down if you didn't have your fingers down my throat. There is no move I can make here, I've been rendered a helpless fuckdoll.*

Trashy little whore.

*Your whisper makes my neck arch more deeply and fresh wetness rushes down around his cock in reply. It also gets me hot as hell to have both of you sampling my blood. There must be a fair amount lubricating my asshole too by now. My gut lurches at a savage thrust from Jack and your glare sends a new rush of fear through me. Once you realise you're not going to get covered in my last meal though, your hands go over my mouth and pinch my nose. Your expression is pure evil and it makes me melt. Then the bile rises and I'm fighting it frantically, the whole mess being churned around my mouth by the way my body's rising and falling. I try to fight the panic and am mostly successful. It certainly distracts me from my physical pain.*

Swallow it, cunt.

*Really? Why didn't I think of that? I am trying to swallow it all down but it's easier said than done. My body's trying to expel it, so I'm fighting the fact that my oesophagus is determined to move everything the wrong way. I swallow again and again but the vile stuff just keeps coming back. By the time I'm reasonably sure I'm winning that battle I'm truly nauseated and the way I'm being thrown up and down doesn't help.*

Sick fuck.

*It seems there are things that even Jack can't eroticize. I confess myself profoundly shocked.*

Shut the fuck up. Do it. Watch, she'll probably even cum.

*They're holding me still now and pounding into me, ripping my holes apart with equal enthusiasm. I know you're right but I also know that telling Jack I'll probably cum is in no way the same as telling me I'm allowed to cum. It's all too much though, my body needs the release too much to mitigate the pain and the two cocks in my holes just feel too damn good. I'm yelling and coughing as you release my mouth, presumably so Jack can play with my gag reflex. I feel the blood ooze down my face and hope desperately that I survive Jack making me choke on my own vomit.

Despite that and despite the fact the nausea in my gut is marring my enjoyment of things somewhat, I'm still close to cumming and when it happens your consent will be a moot issue.*