Loving Summer Ch. 02

An adult stories – Loving Summer Ch. 02 by Karob,Karob Author’s Notes

All characters in this story who engage in sexual activity are 18 years of age or older.

Please check the story tags if there are erotic genres you find distasteful and prefer to avoid. I like to cover a lot of ground, sometimes.

Loving Summer, Chapter 2

In the morning, I woke to sunlight streaming across the room. I was no longer in Austin’s big metal bondage bed in the living room, but in the master bedroom’s king-size bed. Demarcus must have moved me as I slept.

I lay there for a while, comfortable as a cat in my little patch of warm tropical sunshine, listening to the soothing, low rumble of male voices from outside on the deck–Demarcus talking with one of the other men, I decided.

Eventually, I stretched, got up and went into the bathroom to shower. I was surprised how much crusty, dried cum I had on me. It was not only on my crotch and inner thighs, but also in my butt crack, on my tits, crusted in the corners of my mouth, and, of course, in my hair and eyebrows. I had even managed to get a little between my toes, though I couldn’t remember how. I tried to recall how many times Demarcus had cum on and in me; was it only two? It must have been more, but my memory of the night before was an almost psychedelic welter of shifting images and positions and sensations and nearly unbearable excitement that was difficult to pick apart into separate memories. At any rate, my morning shower was a long one.

When I had finished and toweled off, I looked around for something to wear, but the closet was empty. The only clothes I’d been given were the lingerie I’d left on the deck yesterday. I still had the sweaty hiking clothes I’d worn yesterday, but I didn’t want to wear those again. I also had my blue bikini in my pack, so I put that on.

When I came out onto the deck, I found Demarcus chatting with Austin. They fell silent, looking at me. I hesitated for a moment, wondering about the appropriate way for a sub to greet her dom, and decided the safest option would be to play my role to the hilt.

I circled around in front of the two men and knelt as Autumn had taught me–knees apart, hands behind my back, chest out, lips slightly parted–and waited to be addressed. Demarcus smiled at me like he wanted to paste a gold star to my forehead, and even Austin looked faintly pleased.

“Trash,” he said, “Demarcus tells me you did well in your first training session. Tell me what you learned.”

“I learned about cunnilingus, sir, and fellatio. And he, he fucked me.” I glanced at Demarcus and couldn’t help smiling happily.

“Yes,” Austin said, “what else?”

“Um,” I said, thinking. “Oh! He tied me up! That was…um….”

“What?”

“It was scary, at first, but…I liked it.

“Good,” Austin said. “Did you have any trouble with the other things?”

“No, sir,” I said.

“What did you like the most?”

“Oh, well….” I had to think about it. “The cunnilingus felt…really good, and the fucking, too…really good, but…the fellatio…I think I liked that the most.”

“Hmm,” Austin said, drumming his fingers thoughtfully on his jeans-clad thigh. “Okay. Demarcus will be leaving us now, and you might not see him for a day or so. Why don’t you two go inside and say your goodbyes, then you can rejoin me out here.”

Demarcus rose and took me by the hand, drawing me to my feet. Inside, he took me in his big arms and hugged me tight. I threw my arms around him and squeezed. It was like hugging a tree trunk.

“You did good, Trash,” he said, releasing me enough that I could look up at him. “Just remember, that name–Trash–doesn’t mean the same thing to everybody who uses it, and it won’t always mean the same thing to you that it does now.”

“Okay…thanks, Demarcus,” I said, spreading my palms across his broad chest, “I … I had a really good time with you…on the hike, and…everything else.”

He chuckled. “Me too, honey…me too.” He kissed me, a long deep kiss that stole my breath and left my knees quivering, then he turned and left, waving over his shoulder as he walked down toward the boat dock.

I returned to Austin, and he watched me as I settled to my knees in front of him, then continued to regard me silently for a time. At last, he said, “Are you wearing your buttplug?”

What? Then I remembered the plug Autumn had made me wear all afternoon day before yesterday. I had cleaned it and put it in my pack before the hike, then forgotten about it. “No, sir,” I said.

“Go get it,” he said. I jumped to my feet and hurried inside to get it. I found it in the bottom of the pack, wrapped in a towel, but I hadn’t remembered to bring lube. I went back out to the deck and said, “I don’t have any….” Austin held up a small tube. Of course, I thought, a dom would always have lube handy.

I gave him the buttplug. “Turn around,” he said. “Bend over.”

I turned and grabbed my ankles. He pulled down my bikini bottoms and rubbed lube on my rosebud with his fingertip. “Demarcus is a kind man, don’t you think?” he asked probing at my asshole with his lubed up finger.

“Yes, sir,” I said, and I knew he saw my honey begin to flow, as it always did when I said those words. He used his thumb to rub up and down my slit, spreading the juice over my puffy lips, even as he worked his finger deeper inside my butthole.

“I put you with Demarcus first,” he said, pushing his finger deeper and twisting it back and forth, “because he is such a considerate person.”

“…ohh, yes sir…,” I said distractedly, thinking of Demarcus and his big, strong hands, as well as Austin’s finger going in and out of my ass.

“What you need to understand,” he said, removing the finger and placing the blunt silicone tip of the buttplug in its place, “is that most of the people you’ll meet from now on will not be as gentle with you as he is.” He began to push the plug firmly into my butthole, and I concentrated on relaxing.

“Ohhhh…oh, uhmm…yes, sir,” I said, barely registering what he was telling me. Autumn had used two smaller plugs to work me up to this one, and I was feeling very stretched.

“Tonight,” he said, “you will meet some of the people I’m talking about.”

“…ohh, uuuh…okay…yes, sir…,” I said. My ass was so full. I couldn’t believe I’d had this thing in me for hours the other afternoon.

“Your date tonight will be with Rusty,” he said, holding my hip to steady me as he forced the buttplug deeper. “He will take you to a party at an estate on a private island nearby.”

“Oh…uh, oh my, it’s…um, party, yes…sir….”

“This party will be attended only by doms and their subs,” he said, splitting my ass with the plug. “Rusty will be your trainer and your dom in my stead for the duration of the evening.” He pushed it in another fraction of an inch, and then the thickest part was past my sphincter muscles.

“Ohhh, yes, sir…yes sir,” I moaned.

“Summer,” he said, “are you about to cum?”

“Oh yes, yes sir, I’m … I mean, can I…ohhh…please?”

“You can cum just like this?” he asked, sounding a bit surprised.

“Oh, yes sir, yes sir…please, sir…,” I panted.

“Fine,” he said, pushing the plug in more, then pulling it back against the constriction of my anus. “Go ahead.” He continued to fuck my ass lightly with the plug.

“…yes, sir,” I groaned. “Yes sir, yes…yes…OHHH!” Orgasm flooded from my core, and I clung to my ankles, struggling to maintain my position, knees trembling as my pulsing pussy throbbed and my butthole nommed at the fat plug in my ass. I seemed to cum for a very long time–despite the distraction of staying upright–but eventually my pussy settled to only occasional spasms, and I steadied, still bent double, breathing heavily.

“Hmm,” he said when I was finished, seating the plug firmly into my butt and pulling up my bikini bottoms. “Keep that in until Rusty tells you to take it out,” he said.

Austin ordered breakfast, and we ate on the deck. He asked me a few questions about Rockmorton and a lot of questions about my family, or lack thereof. I told him what I could, but he probably knew Autumn better than I did, and I’d never even met my father.

At length, he checked his phone, then said, “All right, Summer. Rusty will be here to pick you up for your date at about four. Clothes are laid out in the bedroom, but he’ll have some…accessories…for you. In the meantime,” he waved a hand in the direction of the beach, “do whatever you like. Order lunch when you get hungry.”

Austin stood, and pulled me to my feet, tipping my chin up toward him. He looked down at me seriously. “You’ve performed well in your training so far,” he said, “but training always gets harder. Do you understand?”

With a chill, I understood what he meant. Years of dance classes confirmed the truth of what he said. Training pushes you to your limits…so you can exceed those limits.

“Yes, sir,” I said, looking into those dark, dangerous eyes. “Yes, sir, I understand.”

After Austin left, I closed the door behind him and looked around for my phone to text Jody.

Summer: “1. Resort villa. Airport hunk.”

Summer: “2. Resort villa sun deck. Cowboy hunk.”

I reviewed her texts and saw that she’d fulfilled her daily jill-off quota at pretty much the same times every day in her bedroom at home. And here I was with a buttplug up my ass and a date tonight with another gorgeous man.

I tried to feel guilty that I was having so much fun, when my bff was back at her parents house spanking her own kitty–but all I could feel was excited and really, really horny. The buttplug was an ever-present sensation overload that went straight to that molten core where the pleasure came from.

I still had a few hours before I had to be ready for Rusty. Maybe I could jill off. It wouldn’t take much: a few touches, say the words “…no, don’t say them,” I thought, “not now.” I didn’t think my trainers intended me to spend my afternoon jilling off when I had training later, and…I guess I really just didn’t want to disappoint Austin…or any of them.

I went out onto the deck and sat on one of the chaise lounges, looking out at the ocean. The buttplug really pushed up into my ass in this position. It would have annoyed me…if it hadn’t been making me so fucking, maddeningly horny.

After a few minutes of fidgeting, I realized that my bikini bottoms were half-soaked with honey. Happy to get up from the torturous pressure of the seat against the plug, I found the stairs down to the beach.

When I waded into the sea, I washed the pussy drool out of my pants, but the lapping waves just made my core hotter. Every step I took, every wave that shifted my balance, the buttplug reminded me of its presence. I wanted with every fiber of my being to finger myself, to just say the words, just get a little relief.

But I didn’t. I wouldn’t. It was a long afternoon.

I made myself stay out on the beach for several hours, tormented every second of them. Finally, I went inside and showered.

Laid out on the bed in my room was a very classically styled “little black dress” and lacy black underwear; on the floor, a pair of black heels. I dressed and sat on the edge of the huge metal bondage bed to wait.

Finally–finally–Rusty knocked, and I jumped up to answer. I opened the door, and there he was: a grinning, cocky, sandy-haired mass of muscles, scars, and gritty charm.

“Hey, doll,” he said. He was wearing grey slacks and a black shirt unbuttoned enough to show his sandy chest hair.

“Hi,” I said, diffidently, but it was like I was pulled directly out the door and into him, my hands going to his heavily muscled chest as if drawn there by a magnet. “Hi,” I said again, looking up at him.

“You look great, doll,” he said. “Let’s go.”

He led me down to the dock where his boat was tied up. Lifting me onto it, he somehow managed to twang the buttplug with a finger. “OH!” I yelped, and he grinned.

It was only about ten minutes to a dock by a restaurant on Taveuni. As I climbed the stairs to the deck, I was intensely aware of the buttplug with every step.

We waited a few moments for a hostess, who led us to a table. Rusty held my chair for me to be seated. Gingerly, I lowered myself onto the plug, fighting the raging desire to cum. I felt as if I were sitting on a live hand grenade.

Rusty ordered drinks and asked the server to give us some time with the menu. Then he gave me a long, slow once-over.

“Trash,” he said.

I gritted my teeth, bracing myself. “Yes, sir,” I replied, immediately feeling my need to cum double.

He reached across the table to touch my hand. “You look like you’re wound a little tight,” he said.

I nodded stiffly, hoping he wouldn’t expect me to say the words again.

“Maybe you need a little something to take the edge off, hmm?”

“Oh, yes,” I said, “yes, s…yes, please,” I stammered.

“Okay,” he said, and leaned back in his chair, looking around the restaurant. After a few moments–that I spent fidgeting atop my buttplug–he said, “Okay.”

Leaning toward me, he laid something on the table and pushed it across to me. It was a folded $100 bill. “Take this,” he said. I did. “See that young guy over there at the cash register?” I looked, and saw a tall twenty-something standing behind a counter in front of the entryway.

“Give this to him,” Rusty said conspiratorially. “Tell him you have to suck his dick. Get behind the counter and suck him off.”

I might have said something like, “You want me to do what?” and made him repeat his instructions, but I didn’t expect he’d be very impressed with that sort of pretense. So, I picked up the money and approached the unsuspecting young man.

He was a tall, slender young guy, maybe twenty or a little older, with dark hair and a tentative attitude. “Hi,” I said.

“Uh, hi,” he replied.

“Um, I have to ask a favor,” I said, putting on a bit of shyness.

“Uh, I’m not supposed to…,” he began, then I placed the hundred on the counter, mostly covered by my hand. “Uh,” he said.

I decided to take the direct approach. “This is yours,” I said. “You just have to follow my lead for the next ten minutes, okay?”

“Uh … okay,” he said.

Quickly, I slipped behind the counter, dropping to my knees in front of him, shuffling under the counter as much as I could to avoid being seen by other customers.

“Uh, what…?” he blurted, as I unbuckled his belt and unbuttoned his pants. I unzipped him and pulled his underwear down in front. “Uh, lady, are you sure…,” he said, then his half-hard cock popped out.

It was longer than I’d expected, and skinny. The shaft was very pale, and the head was pink. I put it in my mouth and tongued it. The guy grunted.

Just as his dick had gotten nice and hard, I heard a bell ding; the front door opened, and a group of customers entered. My heart raced as I thought how easy it would be for someone to catch a glimpse of my blond head bobbing up and down just below the edge of the counter.

“Welcome to…urgh, Sammy’s,” he said. I wrapped my hand around his shaft and gave a light squeeze, tasting the slick drop of cock juice that oozed onto my tongue. “Ugh…a hostess will seat you in…ahh, just a minute,” the guy managed.

I settled into the breath rhythm Demarcus had taught me, and in moments my mouth was flooded with spit. I licked the slim cock all over, getting every inch wet, then stroked it while I sucked the head. My other hand crept beneath my skirt and down the front of my panties.

“How was, uhh…you, your, uh, everything?” Stammered the guy, and I realized some diners had stopped on their way out to settle their bill. I shifted my hand to cup his balls and pushed his cock to the back of my mouth, wiggling my tongue furiously against the underside. “Ahh! Thank, thank you, come … again.”

I slid my lips back up to the head of his dick and let my tongue dance against the tip as I stroked his shaft vigorously. Inside my panties, my fingers pressed between my folds, seeking my nubbin.

Cupping the guy’s balls again, I leaned into him, forcing his long, skinny member past my tonsils and down my throat a little. “Ugck,” I gagged, and did it several more times, gagging myself as quietly as I could, then pulled him out, coughing up a glob of foamy goo. I spit it on his cock and stroked him, rubbing it all over his stalk and flicking his tiny slit rapidly with the tip of my tongue.

“…ah, shit…,” he whispered. My middle finger found my clit and pressed it lightly, and something like an electric shock jolted through my body.

“Mmmm,” I moaned around his cock, and shoved it roughly down my throat, squeezing his nuts and fingering my nub madly. “Guck…ugk, glurk,” I grunted.

“…fuck,” he groaned, “fuck, lady, I’m gonna….” His cock expanded inside my mouth, the inch or so I had down my throat swelling so it felt like a tennis ball lodged in there.

I pressed down on my clit and thought, “Yes, sir…yes, sir…,” and his cock exploded down my throat, spurting stream after stream of cum into me. At the same instant, my pussy erupted in an orgasm that shook me so hard I had to fight to remain concealed and not to bite him.

He started to pull away when his ejaculation was finished, but I grabbed his butt and held him where he was until his cock softened. I took my hand out of my panties and let him slip out of my mouth.

I examined him for stray drops of semen, but it looked like all of it had gone straight into my belly. I squeezed him slowly, from base to tip, and one last thick dollop of cum oozed out. I licked it up, then sucked his head for a moment to make sure none was left.

Finally, with a sigh, I kissed his cock and tucked it back into his drawers, zipping and buttoning him back up tenderly. With one last caress of his penis through his pants, I stood up and slipped back around to the public side of the counter.

I smiled at the guy and licked my lips slowly. “Thank you, I needed that.”

He goggled at me in shock and muttered, “…thank, uh, thank you…come again…er, um, that is…enjoy your meal…I mean, uh….”

I patted his hand and strutted back to our table, the buttplug no longer feeling like such an intrusive presence, but more of a sexy turn-on. I sat down and smiled at Rusty, shifting my hips so I was sitting directly on top of it, shoving it deep inside my ass.

“Feel better?” Rusty asked, reaching across to thumb a drop of cum from the corner of my mouth. He showed it to me, and I stuck out my tongue. He wiped his finger off on it, and I kept it stuck out at him for a moment before eating the cum.

“Mmm,” I said, “yes, thank you, Rusty.” I glanced over at the counter guy, who stared back, eyes wide, mouth hanging open.

Rusty took up the menu and handed me one, but I just smiled and shook my head slightly. “You order for me,” I said. He grinned and did so, ordering me a salad and something French-sounding that tasted like butter and heaven.

He also ordered a bottle of red wine and kept filling my glass so that, by the end of the meal, I had guzzled down more than half the bottle by myself, and I was feeling decidedly festive.

I clung unsteadily to his arm as we left the restaurant. “Thank you, come…er, again,” said the counter guy, and I gave him a smile that made him turn bright red. Rusty grinned at him and gave him a thumbs-up as he led me out the door.

“I think that young fellow has fallen in love with you,” Rusty wisecracked as he all but carried me down the stairs to the dock.

“Nah,” I replied, “he jusht likes my, um, face hole, heehee.”

Rusty guffawed and lifted me onto the boat, where I stayed on my hands and knees because I wasn’t sure I could keep my balance if I tried to stand up on the rocking deck. He climbed up and helped me into the leather chair next to the steering wheel, then started the engine and cast off.

The brisk ocean breeze sobered me up a little, and I enjoyed the short journey to the private island where tonight’s party was being held.

Rusty pulled up to a dock toward one end of a long beach. Up-shore of the beach was a broad grassy field, dotted with little gazebos and pavilions filled with comfortable lounging furniture. At the top of the gentle slope was a large, white mansion on the other side of a sizable swimming pool surrounded by expansive patios and pergolas.

I stood on the boat, taking it all in, while Rusty tied up to the dock. Then he took my arm and turned me to face him.

“Okay, Trash,” he said. “This is a special sort of party. Did Austin tell you?”

I thought back to this morning and vaguely remembered some things Austin had said while stuffing my ass with a buttplug and making me cum. “Uh,” I said, “just doms and subs, right?”

“Right,” he said. “But, there’s a dress code…for the subs, at least. First, there’s this.” He held up a small, black, leather belt, like a dog’s … with a chill, I saw that it was a collar. Picked out in rhinestones on one side was the word, “Trash.” Three metal rings were spaced equidistantly around it.

“Hold up your hair,” Rusty said, his voice low and soothing. I obeyed, and he buckled the collar around my neck. He stepped back and picked up another item. It was a set of padded leather cuffs, like those Demarcus had used to bind me to Austin’s bed. They were connected by a short chain.

“Oh, Rusty,” I blurted. “I…I’m…I mean, do I have to?”

“All the subs are bound,” Rusty said gently. “It won’t just be you.”

“Oh,” I said, feeling helpless already. “Okay.”

He stepped around me and pulled my arms behind my back, buckling the cuffs onto my wrists. When he was finished, I pulled experimentally. There was no way I was getting out of these without help, I realized. A wave of fear washed through me and settled in the pit of my stomach, leaving me trembling.

Rusty stepped back around in front of me and gathered me into his arms, holding me to his big, hard chest as my heart raced and I tried not to hyperventilate. “Shh,” he said. “It’s all right. I’ll be right beside you all night. Nothing will harm you, I swear.”

Slowly, my breathing evened, and my heart rate slowed to something approaching normal. He stepped back a little and examined me. I ordered my face to generate a smile, and whatever weak excuse for one it produced was apparently enough for him. He gave an encouraging nod, and said, “Good girl. Let’s go.”

“Uh, how do I get down?” I asked querulously, looking at the big gap between the boat and the dock. Rusty laughed and picked me up, tossing me over one shoulder, fireman-style. Effortlessly, he jumped to the dock. I squeaked in alarm, but he landed as gracefully as a cat and set me on my feet all in one smooth motion.

“One more thing,” he said. He reached into his pocket and brought out a black leather leash, clipping it to my collar. I stood there, frozen, as he looked me over. “You look great, Trash,” he said enthusiastically. He gave the leash a sharp tug, and I stumbled toward him a step or two. He grinned and led me up the walk toward the mansion.

He went slowly, which was good, because my balance was off with my hands cuffed behind me, and I wobbled a bit on my high heels, trying to adjust.

As we made our way closer to the residence, I began to notice other people arriving or moving around the grounds, mostly men who were obviously doms, each accompanied by one or two bound and collared subs. Seeing that I wasn’t the only one handcuffed made me feel a little more confident.

When we got nearer the house, Rusty led me off the walk and out onto the vast greensward, moving even more slowly as I struggled to manage the heels in the grass. This effort absorbed most of my concentration, so, when he came to a stop, I almost bumped into him before I realized we had been approached by another couple.

“Rusty,” said a big, red-faced dom holding the leash of a very small, naked woman with extremely pale skin, small tits with enormous nipples, and raven-black hair. “Is this Austin’s new acquisition?”

“How are you, Feston,” Rusty responded. “Yes, she’s a beauty, don’t you think?”

“Indeed,” said Feston. “May I?” He gestured in my direction.

“Of course,” Rusty said.

Feston came close, looming over me, and took my chin in one hand, tipping my head to the side and holding back my hair to read my collar. “Trash,” he said, with a mean little smile. He let my hair fall back over the collar, then put his hands to my shoulders.

Delicately, he lifted my dress straps and pulled them off my shoulders. I gasped, and I know he could feel me trembling, but it just made him smirk cruelly at me. Slowly, he drew the straps down my arms, dragging my dress down to my waist and revealing my lacy, black bra, all but bursting at the seams trying to contain my almost-too-large boobs.

“Ah,” said Feston appreciatively, stroking his thumbs across my breasts where they bulged over the top of the bra. My breath came heavier, and I could see the tender flesh beneath his hands quivering with the force of my heartbeat.

“How old?” he asked Rusty, who laughed.

“Three days,” he said.

“Hmm,” said Feston. “Tell Austin I’d like to see some more of this one, after she’s a little further along.”

“Sure thing,” Rusty replied, and led me away, leaving my dress pulled down.

As I tottered along, pausing every step or two in order to pull one heel or the other out of the moist earth, we passed a gazebo where some sex was taking place. Rusty noticed me looking and drew to a stop so we could watch.

Atop a low table–sort of a big, padded black leather ottoman–a skinny young man in a leather bandolier posed on his hands and knees, his hands cuffed in front rather than behind. His very long cock dangled into the mouth of a slender blonde woman, while another young man with a strap-on dildo over his mouth tried to put it in the kneeling guy’s butthole. He wasn’t having much luck, however, because he was wearing heavy black goggles over his eyes and apparently couldn’t see what he was doing, nor could he use his cuffed hands to find his target. A handsome, dark-haired dom lounged nearby, watching.

After a moment, the dom said something, and the blonde girl jumped to her feet, listened to his instructions, and ran across the grass toward us. She was naked except for her collar, handcuffs and some kind of metal belt with a big padlock on the front and a perforated metal plate that covered her sex.

The girl sank to her knees in front of Rusty and said, “Excuse me, sir, but my master instructed me to request a favor.”

Rusty nodded for her to continue. She jumped to her feet and stood on tiptoe to whisper in his ear, and he nodded. “Trash,” he said.

“Yes, sir?”

“Get on your knees.”

“Yes, sir,” I said, and got on my knees in the grass.

The blonde girl went behind me and began to fumble at my back with her cuffed hands, trying to find my bra clasp. My heart beat faster as I considered that I would soon be walking around topless in front of a lot of very kinky people.

The girl found the bra clasp, and, after a few tries, unhooked it. My tits immediately plumped up with the release of pressure. She fumbled at my shoulder, squatting awkwardly, until she could pull one shoulder strap off, then did the other. Then she ran back to kneel in front of her dom.

I looked down as Rusty helped me to my feet. My bra was still on my breasts, and covering them reasonably well, but it would slip off if I wasn’t careful.

I glanced back at the group in the gazebo. The blonde girl had her face to the floor, her butt in the air. As I watched, the dom took up a bamboo cane and began to beat her across the ass and thighs. She moaned loudly, whether in pain or pleasure, I couldn’t tell. Oddly, he seemed to be staring angrily at me as he abused her.

“Rusty,” I said. “Why is he doing that?”

“She’s being punished, Trash,” he said. “Her assignment was to take your bra off. She failed.”

I looked down at my tits. A moment ago, I’d felt pretty lucky that my bra hadn’t slipped off yet, exposing me to the view of everyone, but it was bound to slip off at some point before the evening was over, or someone else would eventually take it off.

I shook my shoulders as I looked up into the hot eyes of the dom, still beating his sub viciously. My bra loosened, but didn’t come off. I shimmied harder, and the cups flopped away from my boobs, slipping down to my waist.

The dom stopped beating the girl as if he’d forgotten she existed, staring intently at my tits. I arched my back and thrust them out for his inspection. After a long moment, he spoke to his sub. She jumped to her feet and ran back across the grass to us.

As she neared, the tear-faced girl shot me a look of real gratitude, and whispered in Rusty’s ear again. When she finished, she assumed the standard kneeling position at his feet.

“Trash,” Rusty said. “This is Dumb. Her master has requested that I allow him to reward you for your kindness to his sub.”

“…reward me?” I asked, hoping my generous impulse hadn’t gotten me into trouble.

“Ordinarily,” he said, “I would accept or deny on your behalf, but, in this particular case, I’m going to leave it up to you.”

I looked down at Dumb, who gave me a friendly smile. “Okay,” I said, and she beamed, leaping to her feet and racing back to kneel in front of her master. Rusty led me across the grass to the gazebo. He nodded for me to kneel beside her, and stepped aside for a murmured conversation with her dom.

I watched them for a moment, then looked over at Dumb. She gave me an open smile, but didn’t speak, so I decided to keep quiet, as well.

Rusty came back and led me aside, while the other dom spoke to his subs. “Master J wants to reward you with orgasms, Trash,” he said with a grin. “What do you think of that?”

I smiled. “I like orgasms,” I said.

“That’s my girl,” he said, leading me back to the gazebo.

Master J had rearranged his subs so they were each kneeling on a different side facing the big leather ottoman. Dumb was on the side nearest me, opposite the boy with his entire face covered by the strap-on and the blind goggles. To the left knelt the one with his hands cuffed in front. Rusty led me up to the other dom.

“Trash,” he said, “I hereby pass your submission to Master J for thirty minutes, subject to my intervention.” He pressed a button on his watch. “Beginning now.” He handed the leash to Master J.

Master J held my leash as he studied me. “Trash,” he said, as he stroked a thumb across one nipple. It stood promptly to attention. He brushed the other, watching avidly as it stiffened. I stood up straight for him, though I trembled.

“Yes, sir,” I said, feeling my panties grow wetter. Suddenly, I saw that he held the cane. He raised it up in front of me. My knees shook.

He stepped to one side of me and laid the cane across my breasts, touching the tops of each aureole, just above the nipple. I struggled to control my breathing, to keep my knees from buckling.

‘Tap. Tap. Tap.’ The bamboo cane smacked lightly against my tits, and I wobbled on my heels. “…ohhh…” I moaned softly. My nipples drew up hard, my aureoles puckering.

On impulse, I said, “Thank you, sir.” I really did appreciate that he hadn’t slashed the cane across my tits like he’d done with Dumb’s red-striped ass.

He nodded slightly at that and moved the cane down, so it touched the bottoms of my aureoles, just below my nipples. ‘Tap. Tap. Tap.’ The impacts were too light to really hurt, but each strike against such a sensitive place forced me to suppress a flinch.

Setting the cane aside, Master J stroked his thumbs across my nips. They were hard as wood, my aureoles shrunken almost to invisibility, and were so sensitive I could feel his thumbprints grinding against their tips like sandpaper. “…ohhh, sir…,” I moaned, squeezing my knees together as my panties grew too wet to absorb more honey, and it started to trickle down my thighs.

Master J nodded approvingly and showed me a hint of a smile. Taking up my leash, he led me to stand beside the sub whose hands were cuffed in front of him. “Boyhole,” said Master J, “you may remove Trash’s panties.”

Boyhole smiled at me reassuringly and reached up beneath my skirt to find the waistband of my sodden panties. He pulled downward, but his hands were cuffed too close together, and the wet underwear wouldn’t slip off over my round ass.

With an apologetic glance, he reached over to one hip and pulled the band down a few inches, then tugged down on the other side. Finally, he reached awkwardly behind me. I helped by turning my hips, and he dragged my panties off my butt, only for them to snag on the buttplug. I gasped as the fat plug pressed outward against my anus.

“Is there a problem, Boyhole?” Master J asked.

“No, master,” he said. “It’s just….”

Deciding to take the initiative, and hoping I wasn’t asking for trouble, I turned my back to Boyhole so he could dislodge the waistband of my panties from the flange of the buttplug. Master J arched an eyebrow at me.

“True to form, Trash,” he murmured. “Always looking out for others.” He leaned in and tapped me on the nose with one finger, saying, “that’s going to get you in trouble one of these days.” He straightened and quirked his almost-smile. “Not today, though, at least not with me.”

Boyhole had worked the honey-soaked panties down to my ankles, and I stepped out of them. He picked them up and handed them reverently to Master J, who lifted them to his nose and took a deep sniff, then put them in his pocket.

He led me to the open side of the big leather ottoman, unhooked my cuffs, and arranged me on my back. The furniture was just wide enough for my butt to be at one edge and my head–tipped back a little–at the other.

After attaching my cuffs to short chains on either side of the ottoman, Master J moved to my feet and hooked leather stirrups to eyelets at the corners of the bench, slipping the heels of my shoes into them so my legs were held comfortably open, my wrists confined at my sides.

I looked down between my open thighs at Dumb’s pretty face, happy and eager, like the birthday girl regarding the biggest present. She scooted forward on her knees and began to lap at my honey-soaked cunt like a kitten slurping at a saucer of milk.

I laid my head back and looked up at the blind, dildo-faced sub, kneeling above me. He sat quietly, waiting for instructions. Boyhole knelt to my right.

Master J sat on a wicker chair to my left and laid his cane across my tits again. I flinched at the touch, but he only brushed it back and forth across my nipples, teasing them until they firmed and stood up proudly.

It didn’t take long for the first orgasm to rise–though Dumb’s cunnilingus was clumsy compared to Demarcus’–but, just as it was about to burst, Master J’s cane went ‘Tap, Tap, Tap’ directly on my turgid nipples. “Oh!” I squeaked, startled, and my orgasm receded slightly.

A minute or so later, Dumb’s sloppy but eager attentions brought my climax up again–so close–but the cane came down again: ‘Tap, Tap, Tap.’ I was ready for it this time, but it struck harder, too, stinging my nips and forcing my climax back down. “…ohhhh…” I moaned, my hips thrusting themselves at Dumb’s open mouth.

She licked me furiously, shifting back and forth between shoving her tongue as deep as she could into my sopping cunt and lashing it against my tiny clit-boner. My orgasm decided to stop fucking around, and I could feel it bearing down on me like a runaway freight train.

Here it comes, I thought as my feet strained against the stirrups, lifting my hips so high Dumb had to kneel up to reach me. ‘TAP!’ The cane smacked me hard across the tits, and I squealed, but my climax would not be denied.

“OH, FUCK!” I screeched as I came, my pussy clenching against nothing, my ass chomping down on the fat buttplug. “Uh, uh, UUUUH!” I grunted. ‘TAP, TAP, TAP,’ went the cane, sending sharp spikes of pain through my hyper-sensitive nipples, and a new round of spasms wracked me. “Oh, fucking fuck…,” I gasped, my asshole chewing on the plug like a dog with a bone.

Everyone watched me as I twitched and moaned through my orgasm. When I settled, Master J stroked the cane lightly across my nipples, and I shuddered, goosebumps quivering down my back, pussy clenching in anticipation.

“Very nice, Trash,” he murmured, stroking the hard cane ceaselessly back and forth across my nipples, “very nice. That’s one. Let’s have another from you, shall we? Boyhole, switch places with Dumb.”

I lifted my head slightly to see Dumb–her face glistening from nose to chin with my girl cum–move to the end of the ottoman above my head, while Boyhole took her place, standing between my legs.

I looked up at him. He was a lean, muscular young man of about twenty–naked–except for a light leather bandolier, of sorts, cross-crossing his chest so the straps covered his nipples. I couldn’t see the purpose of it until I realized that his nipples were pierced, the rings locked to the bandolier so that, every time he moved, the straps would tug on the nipple rings. I shivered and squirmed uncomfortably at the thought of wearing such a thing.

Master J tapped his cane against my own stiff nipples in a light–almost monotonous–rhythm, only occasionally hard enough to make me flinch slightly. Boyhole stood there, looking down at my sloppy, open cunt with an expression of faint distaste, stroking his flaccid cock between his cuffed hands.

I looked down at his cock. It was quite large, though not at all hard yet. I looked up at him encouragingly, spreading my knees wider in invitation. ‘Tap, Tap, Tap,’ went Master J’s cane on my nipples. I glanced at them and saw they were so pink they looked like they were glowing…they felt like they were glowing, too, each ‘Tap’ sending a tiny jolt of pleasure/pain flashing through my body.

I gazed up at Boyhole, my whole body vibrating with need. My knees strained apart as far as I could force them, my pelvis arching toward him. “Please,” I thought, “please….” ‘Tap, Tap, Tap,’ went the cane. “Yes, sir,” I whispered under my breath, “yes, sir,”and I felt my cunt gush with honey, opening wide in invitation. Boyhole actually took a half-step back, looking almost intimidated by my juicy hole.

“Fuckface,” said Master J mildly, watching my incandescent nipples attentively as he ‘Tap, Tap, Tapped’ the cane against them. The blind, dildo-faced sub sat up straighter. “It appears that Boyhole requires your assistance in completing his task. Dumb, you may help him.”

Dumb stood and took Fuckface by the arm, guiding him to a kneeling position behind Boyhole. Awkwardly, hands cuffed behind her, Dumb fumbled a tube of lube from atop a table, and, as Fuckface crouched, smeared it liberally on his face dildo. With her shoulder, she nudged Boyhole, who leaned forward over me, limp dick dangling, and planted his cuffed hands on the ottoman between my waist and my bound right wrist. As I peered past him, I couldn’t help noticing his hard muscled torso, six pack abs, and taut flanks. ‘Tap, Tap, Tap,’ the cane gently punished my flaming nips.

Dumb gripped Fuckface by the dildo and placed it between Boyhole’s buttcheeks. She moved behind him and leaned against his shoulders. Boyhole’s face twisted, and he arched his back, muscles writhing beneath his skin. ‘Tap, Tap, Tap,’ the cane rang against my nipples like the clangor of some mighty bell, and the dreadful power of those tiny impacts jarred me to the very bone.

Boyhole grimaced and gasped as Dumb pushed Fuckface forward, and my soppy cunt responded sympathetically, opening even wider and gushing fluid down my ass cheeks. “Please, please,” I begged in my mind. ‘Tap, Tap, Tap,’ the cane smacked against my nips. Was Master J striking them harder now, or were they just more sensitive, more inflamed? I looked down and saw they were now both an angry red.

Groaning, I thrust my hips up at Boyhole. He glanced down me–taking in my flushed, pleading face; my plump breasts with their enraged nipples; my gaping pussy dripping with honey–then closed his eyes tightly and groaned again as Fuckface impaled his asshole. ‘Tap, Tap, Tap,’ Master J rapped out on my bosom, and every impact shook me right down to that secret place in my belly where the orgasms were born.

Boyhole’s body began to shift rhythmically above me as Dumb shoved Fuckface’s head back and forth, driving the dildo into his butt. I glanced down to see his cock finally getting hard. ‘Tap, Tap Tap,’ spoke the cane to my nipples in its single word of pain, and my pussy gushed desperately, gaping like a hungry chick.

‘Tap, Tap, Tap,’ went the cane, and I bit my lip hard, wanting to scream with pain and need, eyes locked on Boyhole’s slowly burgeoning rod of pink meat. It was big: every bit as long as Demarcus’, but not quite as thick. It was almost hard, now, and I thought I could see a tiny droplet of cock cream beginning to form at the tip.

‘Tap, Tap, Tap,’ went the cane. I whimpered, my nipples screaming with agony, but shooting bolts of electric pleasure into my core. My pelvis thrust itself upward over and over, begging, and my mouth flooded with saliva so a trickle of drool escaped my mouth and trickled down my cheek. ‘Tap, Tap, Tap.’

Finally–finally–I saw Dumb’s slender, cuffed hands reach around Boyhole’s hip to grasp his cock around the base. He groaned, eyes still squeezed tightly shut, and his cock–at long last–finished its journey to rigidity. ‘Tap, Tap, Tap,’ Master J rapped at my nips, and my hips jerked helplessly at each small impact. I stared at the fat, pink cockhead as the droplet of dick juice grew. ‘Tap, Tap, Tap,’ the cane told my tits, and I groaned. “Please, please,” I whimpered as Boyhole’s drop of pre-cum released and dripped onto my stomach between mons and belly button. ‘Tap, Tap, Tap.”

Dumb tugged at Boyhole’s cock, aiming it at my pussy, then she shoved her hips forward against the back of Fuckface’s head, and I felt the fat, spongy cockhead squelch into my dripping fuckhole. “Ahhhh, goood,” I moaned, and pushed my hips at him, my wet folds enveloping his tip. ‘Tap, Tap, Tap,’ my nipples shrieked in pain.

Dumb stood awkwardly twisted behind Fuckface, pulled back on his head, then shoved hard. Boyhole grunted, and his rigid cock plunged into me, fighting for space with the buttplug filling my ass. “Ahh, god…oh fuckohfuckohhhh…,” I moaned, pushing, thrusting up against the hot, throbbing cock. ‘TAP, Tap, Tap,” Master J beat his rhythm of agony into my pulsing, quivering body.

“Give, give, pleaseplease…,” I babbled, thrusting, spreading, whimpering, strands of blonde hair plastered across my sweaty face. ‘TAP, tap, TAP,” rapped the cane. “Oh, GOD! …oh, pleeeease…,” I whined.

Boyhole began to move on his own, now, shifting his hips in little arcs, fucking my tight, wet hole with short, sharp jabs while fucking his own ass with the dildo as Dumb held Fuckface’s head firmly in place. ‘…tap, tap, TAP!’ Master J varied the cane’s intensity randomly, and my entire body thrummed with terrible, wonderful, agonizing ecstasy. “Ohh, fuuuck…ohhh me ohhh me oh fuuuu-uh-uck,” I muttered nonsensically. ‘tap, TAP! TAP!’

Dumb pressed harder against Fuckface’s head, and Boyhole groaned, leaning into me and fucking me harder, with longer strokes. ‘TAP! tap…tap.’ “Oooooh, yessss,” I hissed, meeting him stroke for stroke, my hips aching with my involuntary attempts to spread my knees wider. ‘tap, TAP! tap.’

My nipples felt like they’d been lit on fire, burning like candles on a birthday cake. ‘Tap, tap, TAP!’ My orgasm sat locked in my core like a basketball stuck in its net, the shifting pressure in my asshole and pussy striving to dislodge it, even as the awful, incredible ‘Tap, Tap, Tapping’ of Master J’s cane prevented it bursting forth.

I whimpered and pulled at my bound wrists, squirming mindlessly. ‘Tap, TAPTAP!’ I tossed my head, hair sticking across my flushed face, and glimpsed a sizable crowd that had gathered outside the gazebo to observe us.

Something inside me reacted to the watching throng, and a wave of shame washed through me. What a nasty slut I must look, bound and stuffed and tortured, but squirming and begging shamelessly for more. Strangely, the flood of humiliation only fed my looming orgasm, and it seemed to grow larger and stronger inside me, until I thought I would explode. ‘Tap, Tap, TAP!’ went the relentless cane.

Dumb pushed hard on Fuckface’s head, forcing the face-dildo deep into Boyhole’s ass. He groaned and thrust hard into my cunt, and I felt him sink finally all the way inside me, his pelvis pressing firmly into my clit. Yesterday, Demarcus had been the first man ever to put his cock in me, and–while it had been very big–Boyhole’s dick was almost its equal…and today my asshole was filled with a medium-large buttplug. I was stuffed like a thanksgiving turkey, even without the massive orgasm swelling in my core.

“Ohhhhh, yeahhh,” I whispered, grinding my swollen clit into Boyhole’s hairy pubes. “Ohhh, give…me fuuuck….” ‘TAP! tap, tap.’

Taking a firm grip on the leather strap at the back of Fuckface’s mask, Dumb began to shift her hips back and forth, the powerful motion shoving the dildo into Boyhole’s boy hole and forcing him in and out of my girl hole. They fucked me hard, and they fucked me deep–three bodies striving to drive that big, fat cock deep into my glowing core. ‘Tap, TAP, tap.’

Boyhole drew back, forcing the dildo deep into his rectum, until his cockhead rested just inside my twat, then… ‘Tap, TAP, tap’ …I groaned and squirmed as he pushed forward again, filling me, emptying himself. Again and again–empty, full, ‘Tap, tap, TAP’, empty, full, ‘TAP, tap, tap’.

All five of us now found a rhythm: in, out, ‘tap, TAP, Tap’, in, out, ‘TAPTAP, tap’, a little faster each time, my orgasm growing and growing, but never quite able to break past the relentless, intolerable, throbbing pain in my tits. “…oooooooh, god, soooooo full…” I groaned, “soooooo gooooood…so fucking full, ohhhh.”

I had no sense of how long it went on; it seemed like hours, but, at some point, I heard a beeping noise, and everything stopped, Boyhole’s cockhead remaining just barely lodged inside me. My eyes popped open, and I stared around in confusion. “What? Don’t…why?” I stammered, looking over at Master J, but he was looking across me at something. I looked there, too, and saw Rusty, holding up his beeping watch. “Time’s up,” he said, grinning.

“NOOOOO!” I screeched, and shoved my cunt desperately at Boyhole’s fuckstick. “No, please…please, Rusty, give….” I worked my pelvis up and down, barely feeling the tip of Boyhole’s dick touching the sloppy wet pit of my vulva. I met Rusty’s eyes and begged, “Please, please,” I pleaded, “please Rusty…I need, oh god please give don’t stop please!….” I tugged helplessly at my bonds, trying to grab the cock and make it fuck me. I twisted and whined. Master J watched Rusty, who grinned down at me for what seemed a long time before finally shutting off the alarm.

“Okay, doll,” he said, “since you asked so nicely, five more minutes.”

I looked at Master J, who nodded at Rusty. ‘Tap, Tap, Tap,’ went the cane on my nipples, and I gasped. After only a few moments without it, the pain was incredible. My nipples felt as if they’d been crushed beneath a truck’s tires. “AHHHHH!” I shrieked, and Boyhole rammed his big cock deep inside me, so hard my body jolted away from him and the cuffs bit into my wrists.

‘Tap, TAP, tap,’ Master J instructed, and my studious nipples obediently repeated their lesson of PAIN. I looked down at them and saw they were now a dark plum color–almost purple–and I wondered how they could hurt so much and still hurt so much more every time the cane touched them. ‘TAP, tap, tap.’

Still keeping his eyes carefully shut, Boyhole settled in to fuck me–and himself–in earnest, drawing his pole out slowly as his asshole swallowed Fuckface’s dildo, then slamming into me with a gasp as the dildo sucked out of his butt… ‘TAP, tap, Tap’…and I gleefully rammed my aching cunt into him with every thrust.

I was gasping and dripping sweat as I strained against my bonds, and, as Boyhole heaved and grunted over me, sweat dripped from his nose and chin onto my breasts. Several drops fell on my ravished nipples, and I felt each one land–a tiny, cool splash in parched a desert of agony. ‘Tap, tap, tap.’

Boyhole groaned and threw his head back, then started fucking us really hard. Inexperienced as I was, I couldn’t imagine being fucked so hard in the ass, much less doing it to myself on a hard plastic dildo.

“Yes,” I whispered as my enormous orgasm swelled, reaching for the surface, “yesss.” ‘tap, TAP, tap.’ “No,” I murmured to the tapping, to my screaming, molten nipples, “nooo.”

My clit kissed Boyhole’s pelvis with each thrust–empty, full, empty, full–and the pain and the fear and the shame faded to a dull background roar, and the only things in the world I really noticed were my pussy…my vagina…my womanhood–empty, full, empty, full–and my throbbing, turgid clit, and my stuffed-full ass…and my orgasm.

“OH GOD!” I screamed as I came. “OH GOD!”

Every muscle in my body went rigid, then began to spasm and writhe like I was having a fit. My tits flopped wildly, sending jolts of pain through me. My pussy clamped down so hard on Boyhole’s cock, he yelped, then squealed and started dumping hot semen into me, still thrusting himself strongly back and forth on Fuckface’s dildo.

“OH, FUUUCK!” I shrieked, “OH, GOD, OH GOD, OH, FUCK!”

It lasted forever, that orgasm. It lasted the rest of my life. Then, it tore me apart, and put me back together a different person.

Boyhole collapsed atop me, our sweat mingling–breathing one another’s gasping breaths–our hearts pounding together. His heartbeat pulsed in his cock as it slowly deflated, and I felt every beat, both in my spasming pussy and in my hypersensitive breasts. After a few long moments, I noticed how much his weight was hurting my bruised tits, and I started to laugh. Rusty laughed, too, loud and long, and Master J joined us an instant later. Laughter spread through the gathered crowd, and–heavy atop me–Boyhole’s chest shook with silent chuckles as his softening dick slipped out of me and a stream of cum trickled out of my cunt and down my ass cheeks.

Rusty and Master J had to work together to lift Boyhole off me, but, as they set him on his feet, Dumb darted past and began to lap the cum from my still-spasming hole. I groaned and twitched my hips, arching my back and letting my gushing pussy beg for more.

Dumb was more than happy to give my juicy cunt what it wanted, and I came again–very hard–as she gave my quivering clit a tongue lashing. I might have cum yet again, if she’d kept smacking her tongue against my love button like that, but Rusty’s damned watch went off again, and, with a chuckle, he said, “Okay, folks, time’s up.”

Master J unchained me from the furniture, and Rusty helped me up. My knees wobbled so badly, he had to hold me up as Master J cuffed my hands behind me again. After a moment, Rusty carefully released me, and I wobbled unsteadily on my heels as I felt runnels of cum trickle down the insides of my thighs.

Master J stepped close to me, still holding my leash. He caressed my breasts, and I flinched and whimpered at the twin spears of agony that shot through my body at his touch. He placed one finger beneath my chin and tipped my head up, then placed a firm, but gentle, kiss on my lips.

“You and I, Trash, are going to spend more time together in the future,” he said gravely, meeting my eyes, “of that you may be sure. Train hard to be ready. Do you understand?”

I shuddered and whispered, “Yes, sir,” and my pussy clenched at the words–and at thought of what Master J would do to me next time we met. He nodded, then handed my leash back to Rusty.

Rusty gave a small tug on my leash to get me moving, and I tottered along behind him as we proceeded up the gentle slope toward the mansion. My bra and the top of my dress were still bunched around my waist, and my bruised nipples flagrantly poked out ahead of me, each one at the center of a broad horizontal red cane stripe that slashed across each breast. I could feel every breeze that touched them, and a little jab of pain stabbed each tit with every step I took.

We passed other gazebos and outdoor furniture where extraordinary sexual displays were taking place, and I stared at the torments and contortions some of the subs endured. One very small Asian woman had been suspended by ropes in such a way that two men could stand in front and behind her and fuck both her holes at once, bouncing her back and forth between them as if they were playing a game of table tennis. A curvy redhead with enormous boobs was bound spreadeagled while a skinny blonde sat on her face and three men took turns slapping her pussy with crops. Every strike against her flaming red sex made her flinch and moan into the other woman’s dripping snatch.

After a while, our slow promenade took us past the huge swimming pool, where a number of astonishingly beautiful men and women–mostly naked–lounged and sipped fruity drinks. Their eyes lingered on my plump, abused titties as we passed.

When we had nearly reached the French doors leading from the pool area to the mansion, we saw Feston and his tiny, pale sub. She was suspended upside down from the frame of one of the gazebos, legs split wide, hands still cuffed behind her back, as a statuesque, naked Black woman wearing a huge black strap-on fucked her mouth and ate her pussy.

Feston spotted us passing, and his gaze snagged on my abused tits. Leaving his sub, he crossed to us, and Rusty tugged me to a halt as he approached.

“Ah, Rusty, you’ve been busy, I see,” Feston said jovially, gaze locked on my purpled nipples and the red stripe across my tits. “May I?” He gestured toward my chest, and a chill of dread shot through me.

I looked up a Rusty, silently pleading for him to say ‘no,’ but he just grinned and said, “Of course, Feston. Hmm…let’s say, tits only, five minutes.”

“Wonderful,” Feston said, and I whimpered as his thick fingers reached toward my breasts. I looked up at his fleshy red face and saw the greedy cruelty there, and I knew he was going to hurt me.

“Stand up straight, Trash,” murmured Rusty, and I obeyed, taking a deep breath and thrusting my tits toward the heavy, red-faced dom. He gave me a hard little smile and brushed his broad thumbs lightly across the very tips of my nipples.

The pain was incredible. My belly clinched as my entire body tried to flinch away, and I made a strange noise, like a whimper that wanted to be a scream. “Mmm,” crooned Feston in satisfaction.

Delicately, with thumb and forefinger, he gripped each nipple and pinched lightly. “AHHH!” I cried, and my knees buckled. I barely caught myself before collapsing to the stone patio, but my weight came down hard against my pinched nipples, and Feston tightened his grip, refusing to let them go. “OOOOW!” I howled, as I caught my balance and thrust my chest at him, trying to relieve some of the pressure. Grinning, Feston pulled up, forcing me to tiptoe awkwardly in my heels. “Ow, ow, please, sir…please,” I whimpered, but he only pulled and pinched harder, grinning cruelly.

Pulling my nips up so my tits were nearly level with my chin, the burly dom began to roll and twist them between his fingers, smiling meanly at my whimpered protests. Each hard pull and twist shot spears of agony through my body, but, even as I swallowed my screams, a new orgasm began to build in my core, and my cunt gushed. The streams of cum and honey tricking down my legs reached my shoes, and my toes squelched as I struggled to tiptoe as high as I could.

Grinning broadly, Feston lowered my nipples a little, so I could stand properly, but then he began to jostle my breasts roughly, nipples still pinched firmly between his fat fingers. “OOOOH!” I screeched, “oh, please…OW!…oh, god, please, sir…OOOW!”

“She’s awfully noisy,” Feston frowned as he pulled my nipples apart until my tits were pointing in opposite directions. “I have gags, if you’d like to borrow one.”

“Good idea,” said Rusty.

“Over there,” said Feston, nodding toward the gazebo where his little sub appeared to be having a protracted orgasm, “in the box on the table.”

Rusty laid my leash over Feston’s shoulder and ambled over to a cardboard box on one of the tables, as the burly dom jerked up and down on my nipples to make my tits bounce. “Oh! Ow! Oh, god!” I yelped helplessly, the intense pain tangling together with the ball of pleasure growing in my core. There was so much honey flowing down my legs now I wondered if I would become dehydrated.

Rusty rummaged in the box, then returned with a medium-sized red ball gag. He held it up in front of my face, and I could see teeth marks in the rubber ball. “Open up, Trash,” he said, and I opened my mouth wide, grunting and staggering as Feston gave my nips a particularly brutal twist-and-yank.

Rusty fitted the ball behind my teeth, then buckled the strap behind my head. Feston continued to pinch, twist and jerk at my nipples, making me stagger and wobble on my heels until tears flowed down my cheeks, and I tasted their salt mixed with the plastic flavor of the gag. “Mmph!” I cried, “mmmnnm mmmm!”

My pussy was clenching and weeping copiously when I finally heard the beeping from Rusty’s watch. That had only been five minutes? “Mm! Mmmmph!” I pleaded, but the dom only smiled as he gave my outraged nipples one more vicious jostle.

Finally, Feston let go of my tits, and I sagged as he lifted my leash off his shoulder and handed it back to Rusty. “You can keep the gag,” Feston told Rusty. “You’re going to need it if you’re planning to introduce her to Lars.”

“Thanks,” said Rusty, and gave a little wave as he tugged my leash and led me toward the house. As I stumbled away, I saw that Feston’s brunette sub was hanging limply–perhaps unconscious after her orgasm–as the black girl continued to fuck her face with the strap-on.

Rusty led me through the French doors into a large, airy sunroom with pink tile floors and comfortable indoor/outdoor furnishings. As soon as she saw us, a gorgeous naked blonde with enormous breasts dropped to her knees in the familiar submissive pose. “Master Rusty,” she said, head bowed, “welcome. How may I serve you?”

“Hello, Bitch,” said Rusty. “Is Master Lars available?”

“He’s in the weight room, Master,” said Bitch. “Shall I escort you?”

Rusty waved a hand dismissively. “I know where it is,” he said, “carry on.”

Bitch leapt to her feet and bustled out of the room, tits bobbing, and Rusty led me down a short hallway to our left until we came to a glassed-in room containing every piece of exercise equipment known to mankind.

There, in front of an enormous weight machine, stood a naked giant. My mouth dropped open as I stared through the glass at him. He must have been almost seven feet tall, wrapped in heavy muscles, and glistening with sweat as he lifted a stack of weights that probably totaled three times what I weighed. His long, blond hair and full beard made him look like some savage ancient Viking. Even more astonishing was the incredibly long cock that hung down between his legs, almost to his knees.

Rusty opened a glass door and ushered me through it. As we approached the giant, he gave me a nudge in the back, and I sank into my submissive pose at his side.

“Rusty,” rumbled the giant, setting down the weights and picking up a towel. “How’ve you been, my friend?” he asked as he started to dry the sheen of sweat from his body. I stole glances through my lashes at his rippling muscles, and I felt cunt honey dripping onto my ankles.

“I’ve been great, Lars,” Rusty replied, and the two men gripped fists for a moment. “Austin asked me to bring his new sub by for you to take a look. This is Trash.”

Lars looked me over for an instant or two, then said, “Hmm. Okay, undress it and strap it down to the weight bench there.” He gestured toward a padded gray bench. “I’ll be back in a few minutes to give it a spin.” Rusty nodded, and Lars strode out of the room.

Drawing me to my feet, Rusty unclipped my cuffs from behind my back. He slipped my bra straps off over my hands, then pushed my dress down over my hips until it puddled on the floor, and I was naked except for my gag, collar, cuffs and heels. He reattached the cuffs in front of me.

Leading me over to the bench, Rusty positioned me kneeling on it–wrists and knees together, elbows resting on the bench–and secured me so I knelt there with my plugged ass in the air. It didn’t escape my notice that I was just the right height for a tall man to fuck either of my holes.

“Okay, Trash,” Rusty said, “you just wait here until Lars gets back. I’m gonna find Bitch and have a little fun with her. See you later.”

“Mmmp? Mphuh! Mmn!” I said, but he ignored me and strolled out the door.

It seemed like a long time that I knelt there naked, bound and waiting, my heart pounding with dread and my aching boobs hanging heavily beneath me. My hair fell over my face, so I heard–rather than saw–the door open beside me. I assumed it was Lars, come back to ‘give it a spin,’ but when stubby, clothed legs walked in front of me, I realized it was Feston.

“Mmm,” he said, walking in a circle around me. “Is your master neglecting you, my little piece of Trash?” I trembled as he trailed his fingers down my side, then gripped a handful of my right asscheek and squeezed. “Mmm, such a shame,” he went on. “Why don’t I keep you company for a while?”

He took hold of the buttplug and pulled so the fat part of it pressed hard against the inside of my sphincter. I groaned, and he chuckled as he jiggled it rapidly, in and out, sending quivering jolts through my guts. He entertained himself this way for a few minutes, then allowed the buttplug to settle snugly back into my asshole. He squeezed my ass some more, stroked my wet slit with his fingertips, probed my cunt with one finger, then squatted next to me and began to diddle my dangling tits.

“These are just lovely, Trash,” he said, “young and firm.” He palmed one boob and squeezed, then the other. “I bet they sting right now don’t they?” I didn’t respond, and he slapped my left breast sharply. “Don’t they?”

“Mm!” I cried through the gag, “mmhmm!”

Feston chuckled. “Well, Trash,” he said, “I’m going to have to leave before Lars returns, but I have a little treat for you.”

He moved to my head and took hold of my hair, using it to lift my head and brushing the hair out of my eyes so I could see him. He rummaged in his jacket pocket and drew out a short chain with a complicated looking clamp on each end. “Do you know what this is, Trash?” he asked, and I shook my head slightly. “Do you?” he asked again shaking my head and pulling my hair painfully.

“Mm-mm!” I answered.

“Well,” he crooned, “let me show you.”

He let go of my head and moved back to my side, crouching down. I watched past my arms as he squeezed one of the clips and the jaws opened wide. Taking hold of one nipple, he pulled hard on it, stretching it out. “Mmm! Mmn, mnph!” I protested but he placed the clip–just where my nipple ended and my aureole began–and let it close. “MMNM!” I squealed, jerking helplessly against my bonds. “MMPH!” He just chuckled jovially and walked around to my other side.

After repeating the process with my other nip–over my muffled squeals of objection–Feston stood and crossed to a rack of free weights. Selecting a small, three-pound barbell, he brought it back, showed it to me, then placed it carefully across the chain connecting my tits. Slowly, he let the weight settle, pulling my tits down until the barbell sat on the bench, and both my breasts were pulled tight against one another and distended grotesquely below me, my bruised nipples stretched out so they were more than an inch long.

“There you go, Trash,” he said cheerfully, giving one nipple a flick that made me squeal into my gag, “you’re all set for Lars, now.” He stood and gave my ass a light slap. “Have fun!” He laughed and sauntered out the door.

I knelt there, gasping and shuddering, as I struggled to deal with the pain. The clamps were some kind of diabolical design that squeezed tighter the more weight pulled against them, and I could see that my nipples had gone a dark purple–the color of a bad bruise.

I crouched there for what seemed like hours, breathing in short little gasps, tears trickling down my cheeks and pain roaring in my head far to loudly for any thought other than the dread of what Lars might do to me when he returned, and an even greater terror that Feston would come back.

Eventually, the door opened again, and I saw Lars’ muscular, bare legs and long, dangling cock as he walked around me. He gave the buttplug a couple of taps and squeezed my ass, crouched beside me and examined the nipple clamps, giving each a light tug that sent agony twisting through my tits and jolts of pleasure/pain shooting into my core. Then he grabbed my hair as Feston had, and lifted my head.

Piercing blue eyes stared into mine for a long moment, then Lars rumbled, “Be silent. Do not cum,” he said. “If you cum, there will be punishment.”

I stared at him in horror. If he fucked me–if he touched me at all–I was going to cum. There was no doubt whatsoever. I had spent years training my body to cum easily and often, and never made any attempt to learn how not to cum. Today, I had almost cum a second time while Dumb was licking me, and I might have cum when Feston played with my nipples, if he’d been a little gentler. Right this very moment, I was close to cumming just from the sexual tension of the situation. Tears welled up and dripped down my face, but Lars’ expression didn’t change, and, after a few seconds, he let my head drop. When he stood, I saw that his cock was half-hard, and I marveled at its length. It must be nearly a foot long when it was fully hard.

Moving behind me, Lars squeezed my asscheeks in both hands, then gave each one a sharp slap. It stung, but the pain was nothing compared to my nips. Taking a knee, he examined my leaking slit. Wetting one finger in my juices–and, no doubt, some of Boyhole’s cum–he slid it inside me, working it around in my channel, which was, of course, very tight, especially with the plug in my ass. I couldn’t believe how good his finger felt inside me, sliding in and out, pressed hard into my g-spot by the fat part of the buttplug.

I groaned–I started to groan, but stopped myself–and chewed the gag trying to stay quiet. He slid his finger out, then came back with two fingers–one a little dry, at first–and I squirmed, the effort of staying quiet making me feel like my head would explode.

In and out, went the two slimy fingers, in and out, and the orgasm lurking in my core grew and began to rise. I chewed at my gag and tried to concentrate on my agonized nipples, but the pain in my tits had somehow become a part of the orgasm, and thinking about it just drew me closer to cumming.

Just when I thought I couldn’t possibly hold back from cumming another instant, Lars pulled his fingers from my twat and stood up. “Here it comes”, I thought. I took a deep breath, trying to brace myself. An instant later, I felt his warm, spongy cockhead nestle between my folds, and I trembled, feeling my orgasm rise to meet the magnificent cock of this magnificent man. “But I mustn’t cum,” I thought, “I mustn’t cum!”

Lars pressed his cock into my tight hole, and it slid past the buttplug’s constriction easily. As the ridge of his cockhead thumped past my g-spot, I gasped, then bit down hard on the gag to shut myself up. “It’s right there,” I screamed in my mind, “my orgasm is right there! Don’t cum! Don’t cum!” I tried desperately to push it down, to hold it back.

Deeper into my tight, juicy cunt slid the giant’s cock, forcing me open wider and wider until the thickest part of it drew even with the fattest part of the buttplug, both girths pressing firmly into my g-spot. My entire body shook with the effort not to cum.

He went deep–not as deep as he could have gone, and not as deep as Demarcus had gone yesterday–but deep. Then, he started to fuck me. On his third stroke, I came.

It wasn’t a little orgasm–not at all an orgasm that might have gone unnoticed–but a mind-blowing, full-body, 2-minute-long extravaganza of an orgasm. I couldn’t have disobeyed Lars’ orders more obviously if I’d tried.

He stopped fucking as soon as it started, holding still inside me as my pussy rippled and squeezed him, trying its very best to milk the cum out of him. He remained motionless in me–the fattest part of his dick pressed into my g-spot–until we both felt the very last spasm of my pussy, then he drew his cock slowly out of me.

I panted through my nose, head hanging, still terrified of the punishment Lars had threatened, but as enervated by the aftermath of that orgasm as if I’d just survived a near drowning.

He moved to my head and lifted it by my hair again. I let it hang–too lost to care that the pulled hair hurt my scalp–and stared at his glossy, rigid cock, pointed at my face.

Squatting, Lars lifted my head a little more so he could catch my eyes. His expression was cold. “You came,” he said. “Now, you must be punished.”

He kept holding my hair, staring into my eyes, until I said, “Mm, mmm.” In my head, it was, “yes, sir,” and I felt my well-trained cunt leak a few more drops of fluid down my legs.

Lars understood me–I supposed doms must get used to interpreting gagged mumbles–and gave me a tiny nod before lowering my head gently so it hung down once more.

He left, then, and I just crouched there and waited. My tits hurt, my ass was still stuffed, but my pussy glowed with satisfaction, and I thought I could feel the hint of another orgasm building already. What was I going to do? If I was going to be punished every time I came, my new life was likely to be even more miserable than my life at Rockmorton had been.

More tears formed and dripped, landing on my bound forearms. I really was ‘Trash,’ I thought: a failure as a ballerina because of my stupid big tits and fat butt; a failure as a daughter because of–I had no idea why–and now even a failure as a disgusting whore. I had thought I might taste a little of the exciting, adventurous life I’d glimpsed when I watched my sister, Autumn, with her men, but it was not meant to be. Not for me.

My head hung–and my tears fell, and my pussy oozed–for a long time, it seemed, before the door opened again. Once again, my head was lifted by the hair, but this time, it was Rusty. He was naked, his cock still half-hard and covered with a foamy white froth. It looked like he’d cum in Bitch’s pussy and just kept fucking her until his semen was whipped into a creamy meringue.

“Well, Trash,” Rusty said somberly. “Looks like you’ve got yourself into some trouble already, huh?”

“Mm, mmm,” I said, my willing cunt juicing reliably at the words.

Rusty looked at me for a good long moment as he squatted there holding my head up by the hair. Finally, he reached up and wiped a tear from my cheek with his thumb.

“Look, doll,” he said, “Lars says you’ve got to be punished, and this is his house, so…well, you’ve got to be punished, and it’s going to be a public thing, with everybody watching.”

He smoothed the sweaty hair off my forehead and thumbed a tear off my other cheek. “But you belong to me–to us–and I say what’s punishment for you, and what’s not, at least when Austin’s not around, understand?”

Hope welled up in me, and…something else. I belonged to them? …to Rusty and Austin and–oh, how my pussy quivered–to Demarcus?

My lip twitched against the chewed plastic of the ball gag, and tears flowed down my cheeks, and my juicy cunt leaked, and my nipples screamed in muted agony…and I nodded at Rusty. “Mmhmm,” I said.

“Good girl,” he said, grinning, and lowered my head gently until it hung down once again, and I was staring at my stretched out tits, nipples so purple they were almost black.

Rusty went away for a few minutes, and, when he came back, he crouched beside me. “Okay, doll,” he said, “I’m going to take the nipple clamps off now, and it’s going to hurt…a lot.”

“…m mm?” I asked.

“Yeah,” Rusty said. “When the blood rushes back in, it’s gonna hurt. You ready?”

I took a deep breath, and said, “Mmm.”

Slowly, he lifted the weight from the chain, and my tits returned to their normal shape. I was relieved to see they weren’t stuck in some weird, elongated form, though my nipples were still horribly squished.

Rusty took hold of the clamp on my left nipple and said, “Okay, here goes.” He squeezed the clamp and removed it. For a moment, I felt nothing…then a wave of pain stabbed through my tit, and I screamed into my gag. This was the worst pain I had ever felt. It was worse than any scraped knee or bumped head I’d ever experienced. It was worse than Master J’s ‘Tap, Tap, Tapping.’ It was worse than…anything.

I screamed again, and, halfway through it, Rusty removed the other clamp. The pain doubled…tripled. I bucked and squealed, every jostle of my tits making the pain even worse.

While I was preoccupied with my screaming nips, Rusty released me from the rest of my bonds, and soon he was helping me to stand shakily beside the weight bench.

“Mm-mm, mn mm mm mmn?” I grunted, leaning so heavily against him he was almost carrying me.

“No, doll,” he said gently, “we can’t go home, yet. We have to see this through. Come on. You can do this.”

Slowly, Rusty led me out of the weight room, down the short hallway, and across the sunroom to the French door. Outside, I could see that all the doms and subs had gathered around the pool to see me punished. Standing in front, face grim, like an angry, naked god, was Lars.

Rusty drew me to a halt just inside the center window of the doors that led outside. Holding my arm, he leaned close and said, “Okay, my pretty doll, you take your position here until you hear your cue. Be humble. Do as you’re told. I’ll take care of the rest.” He stood and re-fastened the cuffs behind my back, then took a step toward the door. But he stopped, turned back and caught my eyes. “One more thing,” he said. “If you wanna cum, you cum…anytime, anywhere. Understand?”

I stared at him for a long moment, and for that time, as our eyes stayed locked to one another, my heart soared. “Mm, mmm,” I said.

Rusty grinned. “Good girl.”

As he opened the door and walked out, I sank to my knees and took my submissive position, looking up through my lashes at Lars and the rest of the throng. Rusty strode up in front of them like an MC taking the mike, leaving the door open so I could hear.

“My fellows!” he called out in a surprisingly loud voice that carried over the crowd and down the grassy slope to the beach and the lovely blue ocean beyond. “My fellow Masters…and Mistresses.” He raised his arms high, and a small wave of applause crept through the audience.

“Today,” Rusty said, “we have come together to witness and participate in the submission of those who desire to be worthy…and those who are worthy of desire!” He raised his arms once again, and a slightly louder applause sounded.

“But, when those who strive, fail…when they fall short of our expectations, Masters and Mistresses, what must occur?” Rusty intoned.

“Punishment.” said the throng in low murmurs and a few loud shouts, and I trembled where I knelt, as submissive as I knew how to be, and as terrified–and aroused–as I’d ever been in my life.

“Allow me to introduce Trash, Masters and Mistresses!” he shouted, gesturing toward me. Glancing over, he gave a slight nod, and I struggled to my feet and made my way as gracefully as I could to stand beside Rusty. He pointed toward the hard stone of the patio, and I hastily knelt and bowed my head, though I still peeked through my lashes at the crowd.

“Trash,” Rusty declaimed, “is an anal virgin!” Some applause sounded, punctuated by one voice that shouted, “Fuck, yeah!”

“Stand up, Trash,” Rusty said, “bend over and show your pretty ass!”

I obeyed, jumping to my feet, turning and bending over, even though I wasn’t sure why I was doing it. Rusty turned to me and nudged the insides of my ankles with his toe, and I shifted to spread my legs a little more.

“Trash,” announced Rusty, wiggling the buttplug, “has been wearing this plug since early this morning when your good friend and mine, Master Austin, put it in her pretty little asshole.” A few scattered cheers sounded.

“Today,” Rusty called, turning back to the crowd, “we are auctioning off Trash’s anal virginity!” He strutted back and forth a bit, then shouted, “TO THE HIGHEST BIDDER!”

The crowd erupted in a roar of applause, and Rusty allowed it to continue for a moment before making quelling motions. “The winner of this auction,” he announced, “will deliver Trash’s punishment.” He held up a leather paddle, smooth on one side, but with metal studs on the other. He turned the smooth side toward the crowd. “Ten strokes with this side,” he flipped the paddle around to show the studs, “and three with this!” A great deal of applause came from the crowd, and I cringed to realize how much they craved my pain.

“Then,” continued Rusty, “the winner will remove this plug,” he twanged the buttplug, and I flinched visibly, “and fuck this virgin asshole!”

The crowd roared, and my wet, slutty cunt dripped at the thought that all these men wanted to fuck me in the ass.

Randy turned back and murmured for me to kneel again. I obeyed, then he did a long, tedious auctioneer thing that I largely ignored, in favor of watching the crowd. A lot of the men–and some the women–watched me hungrily, and my pussy twitched, knowing that–in this moment, at least–those people wanted to fuck me more than anything else in the world.

I should have known, though; when the auction ended, Feston won my ass.

They put me in a stocks, of sorts, made from two polished wooden boards hinged together with a larger hole in the center for my neck, and smaller ones to each side for my wrists. The contraption was suspended by chains from one of the gazebos, so the crowd could gather round and get a clear view of my stooped, naked body from all angles. Rusty made me bend over and put my head and hands in the thing, then they closed it on me and padlocked it shut. A spreader bar between my ankles held my legs apart. I was still wearing my heels, so my plugged ass and pussy stuck up on full display.

When I was secured, Rusty squatted in front of me, low enough for me to be able to see his face. “Okay, doll,” he said. “Feston won the auction, so he owns you for one hour.” He hesitated for a moment. “I guess you know he’s not a kind man….”

“Mmhmm,” I said past my gag, drooling spit that dripped off my chin and formed a puddle on the dry stones of the patio.

“Don’t worry,” he went on, “I’ll be right here…and remember, no matter what anyone says, you’re allowed to cum as much as you want, okay?”

I nodded awkwardly. Rusty nodded back, stood, and disappeared from my field of vision.

Then Feston appeared, smiling his mean little smile. “Hello again, Trash,” he sneered. “It looks like you and I are going to have some more fun together.” With that, he slapped my hanging breast hard, then the other one. I squealed into the gag and tried pointlessly to jerk away. He slapped my tits again–left, right–and again–left, right–and again…until they both turned bright pink and I was shaking and bawling like a baby. Then Feston started slapping my face, too–left cheek, left tit, right cheek, right tit–over and over, until my cheeks burned and my boobs ached like they’d been trampled by horses.

Then Feston turned his attention back to my nipples–pinching, pulling, twisting–as I squirmed and wept and drooled.

“Fifty minutes left!” Rusty announced, and I felt astonished. That had only been ten minutes of torture? It had seemed like hours.

I shuddered at the thought of fifty more minutes of this abuse, but Feston stopped slapping me, stood up, and shouted, “For the next ten minutes, everyone gets a feel! Touch it anywhere you want except the asshole–that belongs to me!”

The crowd surged forward, and suddenly there were hands on me everywhere–tits, ass, sides, back, legs–they tangled in my hair, stroked my flaming cheeks, slapped my firm round butt, squeezed my thighs and calves. Fingers probed my juicy cunt, flicked my engorged clit, tugged at my inflamed nipples. Someone removed the gag and shoved their fingers into my mouth, and I tasted pussy. I wondered if it was my pussy I tasted, or someone else’s.

It didn’t take ten minutes of this before I was cumming, bucking and squealing as the crowd laughed and groped and fingered me everywhere. Pain and pleasure mixed and swirled so I lost track of which was which. A gentle finger stroked lightly across one screaming nipple at the same moment someone gave my clit a hard pinch–which sensation was the pain, and which was pleasure? I couldn’t say…but I came. I came and came, and I was still cumming when Feston announced loudly, “Time’s up, people! Everyone please step back!”

The crowd receded, and the grabbing hands vanished. “Forty minutes left,” called Rusty, as I stared down at a long streak of wet on the patio between my legs. Had I done that? Had I cum so hard I’d pissed? I was still cumming, I realized, pelvis jerking spastically, pussy clenching, ass gnawing at the buttplug.

“Punishment time,” Feston called out gleefully, stepping in front of me again, now holding the leather paddle in front of my face. He showed me the smooth leather side, then slowly turned it over so I could see the metal studs. “Are you ready, Trash?” he hissed, “yes? no? It doesn’t really matter, does it?” He slapped my face, then reached down and gave one nipple a vicious pinch, then the other.

Moving to my rear, he laid the smooth leather side of the paddle against my ass, right over the plug. Was he going to remove the plug before he spanked me? I doubted it. What would it feel like for the paddle to hit the buttplug?

It didn’t feel good, as it turned out. Feston swung the paddle hard, and it stung fiercely when it hit my buttocks, but it slammed the buttplug into my ass, as well, and the shock was intense. “Oh god!” I screeched, and the crowd laughed.

He hit me again, and the plug jolted another shock through my guts. On the third strike, I came again, squealing…or I came some more. I wasn’t sure whether I’d really stopped cumming.

Feston spanked me again–four–and again–five–and I howled, jerking and gyrating. I could see little spurts of fluid shooting from my cunt onto the ground, and I gasped for breath. Six. Seven. “Ohhhh FUCK!” I screamed, cumming and cumming. Eight. Nine. Ten!

“Ohgodohgod,” I moaned to the jokes and laughter of the throng. Feston must have put the paddle aside for the moment, because he started playing with the buttplug, pulling on it steadily until it was just about to pop out, then slamming it back in again and slapping my ass hard with his thick palms as I wriggled and squealed. I guess spanking me with his hands didn’t count as part of my punishment.

He kept playing with my butt this way until Rusty called out, “Thirty minutes left.” When he heard that, Feston yanked the plug out of me in one swift pull that made me gasp, then immediately took up his paddle and hit me hard across the naked ass with the studded side.

“AUUUUEEEEE!” I shrieked. The second blow came immediately, hitting my bare ass like a train wreck. “OWWW!” I hollered, but my pelvis was still jerking uncontrollably, and I could still see little spurts of girl cum squirting out of me onto the stones. ‘SMACK!’ Feston landed the third and final strike with the studded side of the paddle, and I howled with pain, “OHGODOHNOPLEASTOP!” not realizing the spanking was over.

As I hung there, trembling, gasping–and, yes, still cumming–Feston roughly jammed his cock into my asshole. “Hah!” he cried in satisfaction, “virgin no more!” and started fucking my ass hard.

Feston’s cock wasn’t huge, as far as I could tell, but it was just as fat as the buttplug had been, and longer. Day before yesterday had been the first time anything had gone in my asshole, and that was when Autumn had gently and gradually opened me up with progressively larger plugs. Today, Feston gripped me by the hips and fucked my ass so hard my teeth rattled. It hurt–it hurt a lot–but it made me cum, or rather, it made me keep cumming. I whimpered and moaned as the stripe of squirt on the stones grew so wet it started to form puddles.

Feston kept at me like that until Rusty called out, “Twenty minutes left!”

As if on cue, Feston rammed his cock deep in my ass and started filling me with semen. I could feel his dick pulsing, and I imagined spurt after spurt of his cream shooting into my guts. When he was done, he shouted, “Twenty more minutes! Free use!”

“Free use?” I thought “does that mean….”

It did. The crowd surged forward, and hands grabbed me everywhere. Someone with a much bigger penis than Feston used it to stuff my ass again, and someone else jammed several fingers–at least three, I thought–into my cunt. A man and a woman crouched beneath me and began sucking my aching nipples with great intensity, and someone managed to find my clit in all this chaos and rub it much harder than was comfortable.

Feston grabbed the bottom board of the stocks and twisted it upward on its chains so my back was arched painfully, but my face was in position for fucking. He forced his limp, slimy cock into my mouth. “Clean it, Trash,” he growled, and I sucked at his flaccid meat, tasting my own asshole for the first time ever.

The second time came soon enough, however, as the man fucking my ass gave it a second load of jism and moved immediately to my head. Feston gave way with a chuckle, and a second ass-tasting cock was forced into my mouth.

It all seemed to go on forever. People fucked me in every hole, grabbed me and squeezed me and poked me and pinched me, and I came and came and came. At some point, I thought I heard Rusty’s watch beeping, and I thought maybe it would all be over then, but the beeping noise went on and on, and no one stopped.

At some point, I must have lost consciousness, because I woke up lying on the deck of Rusty’s boat under a blanket. My clothes were gone, and I was naked, except for my heels and collar. A cool sea breeze wafted across me as he drove me home…or at least back to my cabin on the resort island Autumn had rented for her wedding this weekend; that was the closest thing I had, since I was technically homeless.

I sat up and wrapped the blanket around me before realizing I was sitting in a pool of cum that had leaked out of me as I slept. Randy glanced over at me and grinned. “Hey, doll,” he said, “feeling better?”

Was I feeling better? I took stock of myself. My nipples hurt, for starters. I opened the blanket to peer down at them, half expecting to see them chewed to bits or partially detached, but, other than being a shade or three darker than usual, they looked fine. My butthole was sore, too, but it didn’t feel damaged. I wondered what had happened to the buttplug. My pussy had also been fucked more than a little, and felt very well used, but it wasn’t really an unpleasant feeling. At last, my inventory complete, I smiled back up at Rusty and said, “I feel great!”

He laughed–a long hearty guffaw that lightened my heart–and said, “You are great, doll…the greatest!”

I stood carefully, dragging the blanket through the puddle of cum, and curled up in the seat near him as he piloted the boat the rest of the way back. I was very drowsy by the time we reached our island.

Everyone met us at the dock: Autumn, Richard, Austin and Demarcus. Rusty picked me up–still swaddled in my blanket–and handed me down to Demarcus. I curled up in his long, strong arms and cuddled into his broad, muscular chest as he carried me slowly up the path to my cabin, the rest of my family trailing along behind. As we went, he kissed my blonde head repeatedly and murmured vague words that all meant ‘love’ to me.

When we reached the cabin, the men left me with Autumn, but only after each of them gave me a tender kiss and a moment of petting. Even Austin kissed me soundly, held me close, and murmured, “Well done, Trash, well done. We’ll talk tomorrow.”

My sister ran a bath and got me cleaned up, but I came again as she scrubbed the cum from my crotch. I apologized, embarrassed, but she just giggled, and said, “Don’t be sorry, sis. I wish I could do it so easily.” I almost fell asleep as she shampooed my cum-crusted hair, but she woke me up a little as she rinsed it. As she dried me with a warm, fluffy towel, she gave me a little shake and said, “Don’t sleep yet, baby; I can’t carry you to bed.” I managed to stay awake while she wrapped my hair in another towel and tucked me into bed, then crawled in beside me.

As we nestled together–like regular sisters, rather than near-strangers–I began to reflect on all the ways my life had changed in the last three days since I first saw Demarcus in the Suva airport.

But, my contemplation lasted no more than a few seconds before I vanished into sleep.