Paid in Full · Part 2 (2/2)
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Red shirt picked up the leash. He tugged on it, urging me to move and follow him. The tortuous parade began. They led me through my entire house; through my guest bedroom, through my office, through the living room, into and around the kitchen and dining area, and finally back to my bedroom. I could take only very short steps, because of the hobble rope, and every step I took caused the crotch rope to rub my clit and pussy. Black shirt followed the parade, pinching and swatting my ass as we went along. In the living room, red shirt pulled hard on the leash and made me run around the room. My pussy was constantly being rubbed and stimulated by the crotch rope.
I could feel that my clit was swollen and felt like it was on fire. We stopped in each room for them to maul my perky bouncing protruding tits, before moving on to the next room. They took turns squeezing them hard, and twisting, pinching and pulling on my nipples. The most painful thing they did was to grab my nipples and alternately pulled them out as far as they would go. We did 2 complete loops through my house, before stopping back in my bedroom. My tits ached from their torment, while my twat screamed to my brain for relief. They had their fun at my expense.
When we got back into my bedroom for the final time, they made me kneel down, still bound and hobbled as I was. The ballgag, that had been in my mouth for so long, was removed. While black shirt removed his shorts, to reveal his thick hard cock, I resisted the urge to blurt out that I didn’t know Hayley. Maybe my ordeal was near its end, or maybe they’d punish me more severely for lying? It was obvious what was coming next. Black shirt stuck his hard thick cock in my face and said, “Do I have to tell you what to do with this BITCH?” I didn’t want to suck his cock again. I closed my mouth and shook my head NO! What was I thinking?
As I realized my mistake, red shirt grabbed me roughly from behind and held me tight. Black shirt slapped my face. He grabbed my chin and forced my head up. He shoved his thick cock into my mouth and all the way into my throat. As I gagged, he kept his cock deep in my throat and ordered me to suck. Black shirt had grasped my head, with both hands, and started fucking my mouth hard. He seemed very impatient. He kept up his relentless pounding, and never let me come up for air. I couldn’t do anything but hold on with my lips. I looked around for red shirt and saw him rummaging through the drawers of my bedside table.
Black shirt was content to just thrust away, into my mouth, using long rapid strokes. After quite some time, he came suddenly and sighed with satisfaction. I had no indication that he was even close. He just came in my mouth, rather than plunging his cock into my throat, and spurted his cum. He quickly pulled out, leaving me to swallow his cum. I just relaxed on my knees as much as I could with my wrists tied up between my shoulder blades.
Black shirt had walked out of my bedroom, without saying a word, and I couldn’t see or hear red shirt anywhere. After maybe 5 minutes, red shirt came out of my bathroom and headed for me. He had a little smirk on his face, and a big hard cock waving back and forth, as he walked. He stuck his cock in my face and said, “SUCK IT, SLUT!” This time I wouldn’t make the mistake of resisting. He grabbed my chin with one hand, and grasped my ponytail with the other, as he forced his dick into my mouth. He started pumping slowly and I got some pretty good suction going.
As red shirt hammered my mouth, he continually chided me to, “SUCK HARDER, BITCH!” It seemed like he had been abusing my mouth forever, but finally thrust several times deep into my throat and exploded, uttering several satisfied grunts. He squirted his cum into my throat for a long time. After he pulled out, I swallowed his cum. Then, with a look of derision on his face, he shoved me over onto my side, onto the floor, and removed my leg hobble. With his foot, he rolled me onto my back and spread my legs wide apart. He put one foot into my crotch and sarcastically asked, “DO YOU DO FOOT FUCKS TOO, SLUT?” He said, “Don’t move” and walked out of my bedroom.
It was pretty uncomfortable lying on the floor on my back, legs spread wide open, with my wrists tied up between my shoulder blades, while feelings of shame flooded my mind.
After about 10 minutes, black shirt and red shirt returned to my bedroom. When black shirt saw my demeaning position on the floor, he laughed at me. They picked me up and dumped me onto my queen size bed. They untied my wrist bondage ropes. Red shirt attached my own padded leather wrist and ankle cuffs to my limbs. With ropes they tied and stretched me spread-eagle on my back to the 4 corners of my bed. Red shirt went to my bedside table, where he was rummaging earlier, and pulled out my toys and K-Y lube (I had premixed my K-Y His and Hers for really tingly sensations during my private playtime). He selected my 8” UltraSkin dildo that is 2” in diameter.
Red shirt slathered the K-Y lube all over the dildo and worked it into my pussy. I think about 3/4 of it was inside my love hole, because red shirt reached between my legs and held onto the end that still stuck out of my pussy. Suddenly, black shirt started tickling the soles of my feet.
I had no idea how they discovered that the bottoms of my feet were deathly ticklish. I yelped and started laughing. Soon, I was writhing and laughing uncontrollably, but I couldn’t avoid his fingers dancing along the bottoms of my feet. He tickled my feet continuously for probably 15-20 minutes. I was thrashing and bucking, trying to get loose and escape those fingers. My bonds held. I was gasping for breath and giggling out of control, as my head jerked wildly back and forth. I pleaded with black shirt to stop, but he would not let up. Thoughts of having a heart attack ran through my mind. Thankfully, the onslaught finally stopped. I just collapsed.
I laid there on the bed trying to catch my breath and calm down. It was only then, that I thought of the dildo in my pussy. I wasn’t aware of it at all, while I endured the tickle torture. However, my pussy tingled from some stimulation red shirt had done to me, during black shirt’s tickling.
I never fully recovered. When black shirt sat on the bed and gripped the end of the dildo that was still sticking out of my pussy, he slowly and steadily moved it in and out of me for quite some time. My hips began to move and respond, when red shirt suddenly started tickling my feet again. My whole body jerked and I felt the dildo go deep into me. Within minutes, I was out of control, straining at my bonds and cackling hysterically. As I lurched in my bonds, I was aware of the dildo moving in my pussy, causing tingling sensations to register in a tiny far away place in my brain. I was frantic for it to stop, unable to think or function, and again I begged and pleaded for him to stop. I was probably in near delirium and ready to pass out, when the tickling finally stopped. My chest was heaving and my body shook. However, as I again tried to calm myself, the dildo inside me kept moving.
I opened my eyes and looked down. Black shirt was still sitting beside me on the bed steadily working the dildo in and out of my pussy. He had continued to do that while I was being tickled, and my pussy had come alive. Now the tingling sensations in my pussy fully registered on my brain. Slowly and rhythmically black shirt forced the dildo deep in my pussy, and then pulled it nearly out. My hips were involuntarily thrusting and I couldn’t stop them. A moan escaped my throat. It seemed I had only a minute or two to try and compose myself, when red shirt vigorously began tickling the soles of my feet again.
Red shirt quickly worked me into a frenzied state. My body was gyrating and I couldn’t stop laughing. Again, I was out of control, but along with my uncontrolled laughter, moans were coming from my mouth. Sensations from the dildo moving in my pussy were also making it to my brain. Black shirt leaned over me and asked, “Do you want to come SLUT?” I shook my head NO. I realized that instead of wildly gyrating from the tickling, my hips were actually thrusting back and forth against the dildo held firmly in my pussy. An orgasm was building inside me, but I was causing it. I couldn’t stop thrusting my hips at that big dildo in my pussy, but I didn’t want them to make me come again for them.
I needed to come or I feared that I would go insane from the tickling and tingling. Black shirt noticed what was happening. He shouted, “LOOK AT THIS BITCH!” “SHE’S FUCKING HERSELF LIKE A SLUT!” It was true. I couldn’t help myself. Black shirt held the dildo firmly, and my hips thrust faster and faster from the incessant tickling. They forced me to fuck myself! I was moaning continuously and broke out in a sweat. At last! I screamed in relief as a giant orgasm engulfed me. I felt a little ashamed of myself, as I enjoyed the spasms of pleasure that rocked my body. I never noticed when red shirt stopped tickling me. I just moaned and moaned like a slut in heat!
I laid there on the bed for some time, until I was jolted back to reality, when I heard red shirt say, “Let’s do her again!” Red shirt now took a seat on the bed beside me and grabbed the end of the dildo sticking out of my pussy. He pushed the dildo as far into my pussy as he could and started moving it in and out, using short rapid strokes. Black shirt immediately started tickling my feet. I responded instantly. For several minutes, the tickling overpowered my senses. Gradually, the sensations radiating from my pussy muted the tickling that still went on. My pussy was on fire. I had been involuntarily thrusting my hips all that time.
Red shirt shouted at me, “YOU WANT TO FUCK YOURSELF AGAIN, BITCH, DON’T YOU?” A few minutes later he leaned close to my face and said, “C’MON SLUT FUCK YOURSELF FOR US!” I didn’t want to come for them again, but I needed to come again SOON! I didn’t even realize that the tickling had stopped, until I heard black shirt shouting from next to me, on the other side of the bed, “LOOK AT HER!” “SHE’S FUCKING HERSELF LIKE THE SLUT SHE IS.” I was. I couldn’t stop. I thrust faster and faster, forcing the dildo deep into me with each stroke. I moaned and screamed, “OH GOD OH GOD” repeatedly. I was fucking myself in front of them! I HAD BECOME THE FUCKING SLUT THEY CALLED ME!
I was almost totally exhausted, when I finally made myself come on that damn dildo. It was a shattering orgasm, but I merely slumped, gasping and moaning, as my body quivered and spasmed.
I’m not sure how long I laid there in a daze. I was still bound spread-eagle on the bed, but the dildo had been removed from my pussy. It no longer mattered that I didn’t know anyone named Hayley, or hadn’t hit on her boyfriend. I was questioning myself. I was rethinking my own sexuality. It shocked me that 2 strange men could come into my home, humiliate and defile me, and so easily force me to come repeatedly for them. When they came for me, I was deep in thought. The cuffs holding my wrists and ankles were unbuckled. They took me into my bathroom, on weak wobbly legs, and sat me down on the toilet to pee. When I had finished, they told me to climb into my whirlpool tub and kneel down.
I started to protest, but the knife reappeared. I was beaten and complied. Red shirt turned the water on, while black shirt handed me the bar of Dove soap, from the sink, and told me to wash their dried cum off. I lathered the soap in my hands and soaped up my neck, chest and stomach. Black shirt reached down and scooped some soap from my right tit and scrubbed the dried cum off my face. He told me to wash my pussy good. When I did, I felt my still swollen pussy lips and sensitive clit. I was careful not to get any soap inside my vagina. I cupped my hands to get water from the spout and rinsed myself off.
They helped me step out of the whirlpool. Red shirt handed me a towel to dry myself off. Black shirt took my prescription Ambien sleeping pills out of my medicine cabinet and forced me to swallow 2 of them. Red shirt roughly grabbed my wrists and cruelly forced them up behind my back. Black shirt crushed my body to his and kissed me hard on the mouth. He hissed at me, “Behave yourself SLUT and this will soon be over.” They marched me back into my bedroom, with my arms still wrenched behind my back. As red shirt held me, black shirt buckled my ballgag deep into my mouth. I was pushed down onto my bed on my back.
Each of them grabbed one of my arms and buckled them into the wrist cuffs, already tied to the top corners of the bed. Black shirt grabbed both my ankles and pulled me down the bed, stretching my arms tight. Each of them buckled one of my legs into an ankle cuff, but they were not finished. They untied the ankle cuff ropes from the bottom corner posts of the bed. Each of them pulled and stretched one of my legs wider apart and tied them securely to the side rails of the bed. My legs were spread as wide open as they would go.
Black shirt climbed on the end of my bed and crawled up toward me. He was going to rape me again and I was helpless to stop him. He positioned himself over me and braced himself on one elbow. With his other arm, he slipped his hand between us and worked 2 fingers into my love hole. After he got me wet and open, he collapsed on my chest. He easily pushed his thick cock into me and started thrusting. He plunged in and out of me at seemingly a frenzied pace that he wouldn’t be able to keep up for very long. He seemed to be in a hurry to come, without any regard to making me come. But, maybe that was his plan. As he neared his climax, he pumped deeper and even faster into me. Black shirt came with a loud groan and seemed relieved, while he twitched and shot his load of cum into me. He silently pulled out of me and walked out of my bedroom.
A few minutes later, red shirt walked in and stripped down to his tee. His cock was not fully erect yet. He climbed on top of me, straddling my chest. He grabbed my tits and squeezed them around his cock. He started tittie fucking me, like he did earlier, but stopped when he got his cock rock hard. He moved down between my wide spread legs. Red shirt slowly and almost teasingly slipped his cock into my wet fiery cunt. He supported some of his weight with his arms, but still crushed my body to the bed.
We were eye to eye, with his cock deep inside me, and without menace whispered, “Do you want to come again?” After all I had been through that night, they had, at least, proven that I was some kind of a willful fucking slut. In my position, I had no choice. If he wanted to rape me again, he would. On the other hand, I wasn’t going to beg him, unless forced to, so I nodded my head yes. He started fucking me slowly. While black shirt hadn’t made me come, his screwing certainly made my pussy hot. I immediately responded to red shirt’s thrusts. I really did want to come again, no matter how. I pumped my hips back at red shirt and met him thrust for thrust.
Red shirt soon had me moaning and whimpering, signaling the beginning of an orgasm. I was energized. After maybe 5-10 minutes of steady fucking, he started going deeper and faster. My hips still kept up with him, but I was panting and screaming into my ballgag. An orgasm was coming on fast. His deep plunges swept me over the edge. I sighed loudly in my throat, as wave after wave of pleasure consumed me. Red shirt continued fucking me all through my orgasm, heightening my pleasure. He soon came loudly, almost screaming his release. His whole body shuddered through his climax. He collapsed on top of me. We must have laid there for 10-15 minutes, catching our breaths and coming down.
That orgasm was wonderful and mind blowing. For the first time that night, it didn’t feel forced. This was probably the end of my ordeal, and I was actually feeling a little horny. I moved first. I could feel that red shirt’s cock, still inside me, was not totally soft and limp. It felt like it had a little life in it. So, I started twitching a bit. Next, I gyrated my hips a little, just teasing that cock inside me. It didn’t take long for red shirt’s cock to spring to life. He rose up and took most of his weight off my chest. Then, he started moving his cock slowly, back and forth, just an inch or two. As his cock grew harder, his strokes became longer.
After a few minutes of this, we were fucking each other like there was no tomorrow. My extreme spread-eagle bondage position did not prevent me from wildly bucking and thrusting my hips in time with red shirt’s plunges. He was like a wild man plundering my pussy. Towards the end, I couldn’t keep up with him. I just collapsed, while he continued to pound into me, until giant orgasms overwhelmed us. We came and came and came, with me screaming and shrieking into my gag. I was totally spent. I didn’t realize how exhausted I was. The effects of the sleeping pills I was forced to take were now making me drowsy.
Red shirt withdrew his cock and climbed off the bed. He used my bathroom and came back to get dressed. I had already started to drift off, when I was awakened by red shirt’s rummaging in my bedside table. He pulled my 6” silicone vibrator out of the drawer and grabbed my K-Y lube from where he left it on the tabletop. He generously lubed up the vibe, turned it on and shoved it all the way into my pussy. Before he walked out of my bedroom, he removed the ballgag from my mouth. I was left there naked and bound in a wide spread-eagle, with my pussy buzzing from a vibrator set on high. I was fighting the sleeping pills, but losing the battle. One shuddering orgasm racked my body, but I have no memory after that. I succumbed to the sleeping pills and fell into a coma-like sleep.
I woke up refreshed. I was no longer bound to the bed, and I was covered with a sheet. The vibrator was no longer in my pussy. When I looked around, my vibe was sitting on my bedside table, next to the clock radio. It was 4:00 PM Saturday afternoon! I was hungry. I took a quick shower and washed my hair. While I dried and set my hair, I filled my whirlpool with water as hot as I could stand it. I luxuriated in the whirlpool for 30-40 minutes, until the water started to cool. After drying off and finishing my hair, I put on a robe and headed for the kitchen. I was starving.
When I walked into the kitchen, I found an invoice, on the counter, next to the coffeemaker. The invoice contained a long list of items, with every item neatly checked off. Red shirt and black shirt had done everything to me that I asked them to do, and MORE! My pussy still tingled. At the bottom, the invoice was marked PAID IN FULL!!!
Paid in Full · Part 2 (2/2)
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