From the Dark

Previously: you had woken in the early hours to find that your Master had returned with a friend. Your wrists and ankles were lashed to the corners of your bed, and face-down and spreadeagled, you were first spanked barehand, then given a few strokes of the cane. At last you heard your Master invite his unseen friend John to take over...

Your bottom stings from the fresh welts on it as you hear the approaching footsteps. The unfamiliar voice of "John" tells your Master than he would rather inspect this little slut than punish her, at least for the present. You feel the bed sink under his weight as he sits beside your prone body, and his warm hand starts to fondle your thighs, and then bottom. You shudder as he touches your raw marks - cruelly, he squeezes you there. You then realise your Master is standing at the opposite side of the bed to which you are bound, and he is smiling. "She's yours, John do your worst," he chuckles. Shame mixes with excitement as you realise your role is to be no more than a chattel to be used by and passed between the two men.

John's fingers find their way between your thighs, and move upwards until they are brushing the lips of your pussy. You blush crimson as he finds you sopping wet. He laughs. "It seems your little whore responds well to punishment," he observes. "The whore's cunt is dripping." You then feel his fingers bunch together; he pushes two up inside your pussy, and slowly starts to fuck you with his fingers. You grind involuntarily, pushing back on his fingers, wanting more.

"She's a fuck-hungry cunt, John," your Master says. "Can get enough. Would live on cum alone if she could. Wait till you see how she wolfs it down." John's fingers pump harder into your swollen pussy, and you squelch noisily, bucking all the time. You feel your head pulled to the side by the hair, and find your eyes directly confronted with the lowering fly of your Master. You are mortified but also thrilled as his cock emerges, knowing that you are to used fully before this stranger, but that you are also to be granted the gift of your Master's cock in your mouth. John's hands find you growing wetter. He pushes a third finger inside you, and your lift your bottom, while the head of your Master's cock grazes your lips. Your tongue flicks desperately. How you crave his taste in your mouth! But you Master denies you, enjoying the sight of you humiliating yourself before this onlooker.

You feel John's hands slide out of your pussy, and then start to smear your plentiful juices up and down the crack of your cheeks. His fingers circle the tight bud of your asshole, wetting it again and again with the wetness of your pussy, back and forth. Your stomach sinks as you realise how he is intending to use you now, something confirmed by the sound of his descending zip.

"Does she like it in her ass?" asks John.

"What she likes is irrelevant," replies your Master. "The little whore knows by now that the only consideration is whether I wish it. Isn't that so, cunt?"

"Yes, Master," you reply promptly.

"And shall I let my good friend put his cock in your ass, then?"

"If you desire it, Master". Your brave words are slightly undercut by the tremor in your voice as you utter them.

You feel John climb over you, his knees between your thighs. His fat cockhead lodges against your now-slick asshole. Your Master nods to him as a go-ahead. Slowly, John starts to push his cock up your ass precisely as your Master forces his cock into your mouth. John rests his hands on your bottom, spreading your ass wider; your Master pushes his cock deep into your mouth, his head hitting the back of your throat, making you gag. Both cocks push deep into you, picking up speed as they move in and out. You cough and splutter; your asshole feels like it's tearing. The two men use you as their fucktoy, pounding harder at both ends. You've never felt more whorish, more like a piece of meat. Still, between coughing fits, you suck as hard as you can on your Master, and grind on the thick cock up your ass, feeling so full. Your pussy drips, leaving a spreading patch on the bed under you. Both men grunt and snarl as they approach climax.

At some signal you cannot see, John abruptly pulls out of your ass, leaving your sticky hole red and gaping, and clambers off the bed. As he does, your Master withdraws his cock from your mouth. Drool and gag stream from your chin, down your neck. Both men now stand cock-in-hand before your titled face. Instinctively, you open your mouth, tongue extended.

John's cum spatters into your face first, hot and thick. It strikes your cheek and the side of your nose, and you feel the slow trickle down your face. Just as you are curling your tongue to try to capture some of his precious semen, your face is sprayed again - your Master now pumps his spunk onto you. He hits you just under the eye and over face and neck. Your tongue lashes now, trying to collect as much of the salty deposit as you can. You gulp as if starving with every mouthful you manage to secure. The men then reach out, scooping their mingled cum off your face and feeding it to you. Strong fingers push the seed into your mouth and you lick and suck them clean, head turning side to side, filling your belly with their cum.

"My, she is quite a little cunt, just as you said," offers John.

"And well-trained, I hope," replies your Master. At this, you crane your neck as much as you can and start to lap at the two cocks before you, cleaning them as best you can. Your tongue winds round their sticky shafts, John's distinguished by the taste of your own asshole. Both men step forward to allow you to tend to the bases of their cocks and their balls. You lick and swallow as you go, and finally open wide to show with some pride that you have taken the lot.

Then men zip and button up, and withdraw. One of them (which?) gives you a hard slap on the bottom as he leaves. You are left, still bound and face down on the bed, aching, fucked, sticky-faced and full of two men's cum, as the light is flicked off and the door closed.