My Sweet Degradation (8 page)

‘Sure,' he mused patronisingly, ‘in a minute, mate. Just as soon as I've fucked her.'

Christian then suddenly thrust and I couldn't help myself from crying out as his stiff cock sank deep inside me with just one shunt of his hips. Finally I flashed open my eyes, but Christian simply leered down at me as though aware that I'd been awake all along. He held himself utterly rigid, his challenging stare boring deep into me, and I shivered, with pleasure or revulsion I cannot be sure.

‘You like that, don't you?' he whispered, so Ben couldn't hear him. ‘You've just been playing with us all along.'

I don't know whether he expected me to nod and beg him to continue, but he certainly won't have planned on what happened next as I reached up to claw my sharp fingernails deep into the vulnerable flesh of his throat, gripping him so tightly.

‘Listen, you arrogant little prick,' I hissed. ‘You have five seconds to tell that idiot behind you to grab my wrists and to cover my mouth, or I'm going to scratch out your eyes and scream the house down. Do you understand me?' Witnessing the look of real shock in his eyes was a pleasure almost as intense as that of his beautiful cock throbbing deep within me and, his bravado gone if for only a moment, he nodded in silent compliance. ‘Good,' I whispered. ‘Now do it and then fuck me.' I released my hold to leave him with scarlet wounds he would struggle to explain for several days to come.

‘Shit, Chris, she's awake!' Ben exclaimed fearfully, as he peered down at me from over Christian's shoulder.

‘No shit, genius,' Christian sneered, twisting his head and once more sounding like his usual supercilious self. ‘Grab her wrists and cover her mouth so she can't scream.'

‘But...'

‘Just fucking do it, all right?'

Ben looked into my eyes and I blinked back at him in the hope that he'd understand all was not as it might seem, but Christian clarified things anyway. ‘Look, Ben,' he went on, as though talking to a simpleton, ‘I'm going to fuck this little slut whether you like it or not. You can help out and have your turn in a moment, or you can just fuck off and leave us alone.'

Tentatively Ben stepped to the head of the bed and leant forward, and just as he'd been rather forthrightly instructed, he clutched my wrists and lifted them within one hand, resting them above my head on the pillow before closing his free palm over my mouth.

Christian began to thrust, slowly at first, but then quicker and harder. My mind was in a whirl. I was only too aware of how wrong it was for me to allow Christian to use me like this. Really, I disliked the conceited young man intensely, but there was just something so unbelievably powerful about imagining I was being fucked against my will, that I was pinned down and unable to fight back, that set my body alight with a delicious contradiction of self-loathing and pure bliss. I even allowed myself to resist them, squirming my legs and attempting to pull my wrists from Ben's grip, but he was strong and held me easily and securely.

Christian's stiff cock felt incredible as it forged deep inside my puss, and I moaned and breathed rapidly through my nostrils while working my inner muscles against him. Harder and harder he fucked me. Neither his technique nor the size of his cock was anything exceptional, but the kick out of being debased so overwhelmingly was enough to send white-hot thrills shooting to my every extremity.

In time Christian's panting and grunting above me intensified. I could see by the tortured contortions of his beautiful face that he was close and so, desperate to find release for myself, I focussed on my pleasure only.

Of course it was no good; Christian was a selfish bastard in every aspect of his life, and all of a sudden he withdrew and lifted himself above me. I released a muffled cry of protest against Ben's palm, staring wide-eyed as Christian pumped his shaft quickly back and forth in his fist before he cried out and thick spurts of cum began to splash down upon my stomach and breasts.

‘Oh,
fuck
,' he moaned, gasping and cursing as he rendered my body little more than a sticky-wet mess. I felt so dirty, lying there beneath him, yet beyond the intense frustration that he'd beaten me to his climax, I simply adored being used like the filthy little slut they'd made me.

Eventually Christian relaxed, and no longer willing to look me in the eye, he climbed from the bed to pull up his jeans.

I caught Ben staring from me to his friend and back again, with a look of real shock in his eyes. He was a fool all right, but perhaps not a completely bad person at heart. As he released his grip on my wrists I gazed up at him, before offering comfort with a whispered, ‘It's all right, Ben.'

Christian, on the other hand, had already regained his obnoxious cockiness. ‘So, are you going to fuck her then, or what?'

Ben questioned me with his eyes, so with a gentle nod I told him it was what I wanted.

‘Um, I... I guess so,' he stammered, pulling off his T-shirt and slipping out of his jeans and boxers. His cock was not yet fully erect, but already it looked rather large. As he stared down at me lying there, naked but for my vest bunched beneath my arms, and my shorts tangled around one ankle, my breasts streaked with his friend's sperm, he began to work his foreskin back and forth in his fist, until his cock stood thick, long and proudly erect, curving outrageously up towards the impressive ridges of his stomach.

‘Good man!' Christian declared, slapping Ben on the back. ‘I think you should fuck the little whore from behind while I pin her down.'

Again Ben looked towards me, so I gave him a little nod in return.

Christian quickly leant over the bed and rather roughly flipped me onto my front, causing me to grunt as the wind was knocked from my lungs. A hand slapped down against one soft buttock, and I gasped through the sweet thrill of submission and pain as he hissed into my ear, ‘Get on your knees,' and unwilling to argue I did just as I'd been told, parting my thighs wide and leaving myself entirely at their mercy.

‘Mmm,' he purred. ‘Look how cute she is, Ben. I kind of wish you'd gone first now, and then I could have fucked that tight little asshole of hers instead.'

Although I would never have allowed it to happen, the lewd thought alone sent a delicious shiver running throughout my body.

The mattress dipped yet again as Ben knelt behind me. Two hands mauled my vulnerable bottom, parting my cheeks wide, and the swollen head of Ben's cock worked its way between my wet sex lips. As he began to push forward I was immediately grateful that Christian had been the one to take me first, as my pussy was already prepared, wet and yielding, and I couldn't help but whimper a little as Ben's impressive girth began to sink deep. I dug my fingers into my pillow, gritting my teeth and moaning as he forced his way deeper still.

‘That's it, Ben, stretch her tight cunt,' Christian gloated triumphantly.

There was no real pain to speak of, but it was definitely as large a penis as I have ever experienced, and things were beginning to feel a little uncomfortable, but just as I thought my body had been pushed to its absolute limit Ben suddenly stabbed with his hips and sent his entire length deep within me. I cried out desperately, my head swimming with colours from the sensation of being filled so completely. Ben held still for an instant and my muscles reflexively clutched around his pulsing shaft, before he slowly began to withdraw. I gasped, secretly fearing he might leave my body completely, but he just shunted forward again and I squealed with tormented delight.

Slowly and carefully he built his rhythm. Over and over his cock slid in and out, harder, deeper and faster with every stroke. Christian crawled up next to me on the bed and I gasped as his fist wound into my hair before he pulled back to wrench my head with it. Through the shame of what they were doing to me, and more importantly, my own humiliating compliance, I shut my eyes to our sordid little world.

‘You like that, don't you?' Christian whispered against my ear, mocking me. ‘You like my friend's big fat cock fucking you.' I didn't respond, I couldn't bring myself to, but he was right; my whole body felt as though it was on fire such was the intensity of Ben's relentless fucking. ‘Say it,' Christian demanded, yanking harder at my hair and causing me to cry out with a heady mix of pain and pleasure.

‘Yes,' I gasped eventually. ‘Yes, I like it.'

There was no need for me to work myself back against Ben, as I couldn't have taken him any deeper anyway. Besides, the intense thrill in imagining that they were using me against my will was all I really wanted from the experience, and it wasn't long before I felt my body building towards that elusive, wondrous climax.

‘You're just a dirty little slut, aren't you?' Christian hissed. ‘You wanted our cocks from the very first moment you set eyes on us.' The fingers of Christian's free hand taunted me as they stroked along my dipped back, possessively cupped and kneaded by bottom, and then his index finger dared to press against my exposed rear entrance. I tensed against the rude contact, pleading with a misty-eyed shake of my head, but the unexpected touch only caused my pussy to grip even tighter around Ben's stiff cock, and I'm ashamed to admit that I loved it.

‘Say it,' Christian tormented me. ‘Tell me you're a dirty little slut or I'll push my finger into your ass.'

Ben increased his pace, fucking me even harder still, and I gasped through my sweet degradation.

‘Say it!' Christian hissed again, applying just enough pressure against my tight virgin hole to prise his fingertip inside. ‘Say it or it'll be Ben's cock you'll be feeling in there and not just my finger.'

The idea of it horrified and delighted me in equal measure, but I couldn't; that would have been just too much. ‘I... oh,
fuck
,' I moaned, feeling something monumental surge within me.

‘Tell me!' he growled again, tugging even harder at my hair and wrenching my neck still further back.

It was simply too much for me and I finally surrendered. ‘I... oh, I'm just a... I'm just a dirty little slut,' I gasped, saying the crude words he wanted to hear coming from my lips, and as the last one escaped I cried out, my orgasm finally taking control of my body and my senses.

It was so deep, so powerful, that I released anguished sobs of unadulterated bliss, and for what felt like an eternity I was no longer aware of Ben or Christian's presence, and was consumed by selfish pleasure only.

Inevitably my climax entered a gentler phase, and once more I took satisfaction from Ben's rigid cock still buried deep within me, and just then I felt it tense and release as he gave in to his own orgasm. Waves of pure energy radiated throughout my body, causing my arms to quiver and me to slump forward onto my pillows, my bum still up in the air, as softer, warmer thrills washed over me.

Eventually things slowed completely and I collapsed, utterly exhausted, into the mattress, Ben's still-hard cock forced to leave me, my heart racing wildly. I lay completely still with my head buried within my arms, my poor abused body far too weary to move so much as an inch, and I'm not sure that I have ever felt more alive.

Thankfully neither of the other two dared to speak any more, and all was silent but for the sound of my ragged breathing.

Eventually, as I felt a warm trickle of Ben's cum seep from between my thighs, I rolled over and lifted myself from the bed. Grabbing my robe from the nearby chair and wrapping it tightly around me, I looked first at Ben and then at Christian, but each of them avoided my stare and appeared rather lost.

‘I'm going to the bathroom now,' I told them, ‘and I don't expect to see either of you when I return.' On shaky legs I walked to the door, and left them sitting in reflective silence.

After a lovely refreshing shower I returned to my room and was pleased to find they'd clearly heeded my words, as they were nowhere to be seen. I was far too tired to try to make any kind of sense of my actions and so, closing the door, I quickly remade the bed with fresh linen and slipped beneath the sheets, falling asleep almost immediately.

The following morning I woke later than usual, feeling pretty well rested, all things considered, and headed down to the kitchen to pour myself a steaming mug of coffee. All was silent throughout the house and there was no one to be seen, until I stepped out through the open French doors onto the sun terrace. There I found a rather worse-for-wear looking Josh, sitting alone at the table, wearing dark shades and nursing a coffee of his own.

Pulling up a chair to join him, I actually felt a little sorry for the poor boy and leant down to offer him a quick peck on the cheek. ‘Morning, big brother,' I said cheerily. ‘How you feeling today?' All I got in return was a pained grunt and I couldn't stop myself from smirking at his suffering.

I allowed a minute or two to pass in silence, before asking the inevitable question. ‘So, where're the two idiots, then?'

‘Huh? Oh, I really don't know and I really don't care,' Josh muttered. ‘They must have left before we got up, and to be honest, I'll be quite happy if I never see either of them again.' I couldn't help but feel a sense of pride in my brother for finally coming to his senses, and I smiled as I sipped my coffee.