Authors: Fiona Locke
‘I’m ready for my punishment.’
‘What?’ Michael asks, mockingly cupping his hand to his ear. ‘I didn’t hear that, Delaney.’
Hanging my head in misery, I say what he wants to hear. ‘Please, sir, I’m ready for my punishment.’
Jack gives my nipples a final pinch and he and Michael turn to their leader.
With a half-smile Aaron unhooks a jingling keyring from his belt and releases me from the handcuffs. I sink to my knees on the floor, rubbing my wrists petulantly.
‘We’ve never had a female inmate before,’ he says, standing over me imperiously. ‘But I doubt whether a spell in solitary would teach you any kind of memorable lesson. Of course, there’s always the Dungeon …’
I glance nervously along the corridor, remembering the tour. The Dungeon was what the prisoners called the
cellblock
in the basement. It dated from the island’s days as a military prison in the nineteenth century. The cells were still used in the 1930s for unmanageable prisoners.
Aaron watches the play of emotions across my face for a few moments before offering me a thin smile. ‘No, I think perhaps something more … humbling.’
He pulls me to my feet and my heart flutters as he guides me through the door into the tiny cell. Jack and Michael watch like hungry wolves, taking up positions just outside the cell.
‘Take your jeans down.’
I blink in surprise.
He repeats his command, clipping the words with a military precision that makes my cunt twitch.
When I hesitate he shakes his head slowly, like I’m a naughty child. He looks behind me and starts to say Michael’s name.
‘No!’ I beg, afraid of what Michael will do. ‘No, I’ll do it!’
My hands are shaking too much to manage the zipper, but the jeans are stretchy, so I simply pull them down.
Jack makes an appreciative noise and I regret the hot pink thong at once. I turn sideways, but there’s no way to shield myself from their gaze. I’m a pet in a cage.
Aaron sits on the edge of the bed and beckons me to his right side. And I realise what he has in mind. A hot flush covers my entire body and I clasp my hands beseechingly, like a silent movie heroine.
He lowers his voice. ‘Come here, Delaney. Over my knee.’
My own knees threaten to buckle and I do as he says, turning my back to the open door and the two guards outside it, watching.
Aaron guides me over his lap and I stare ahead at the peeling paint on the wall at the back of the cell. A tiny ancient sink juts from the wall and the cell is so cramped I could reach out and touch it if I wanted.
I flinch when I feel his hand on my bottom. Just a pat, but it makes me jump. He gives each cheek a firm squeeze and I feel his hand lift away. I’ve never been spanked
before
in my life and I have no idea what to expect. I hold my breath.
With a resounding slap he brings his palm down on my right cheek. I arch my back with a yelp. He smacks my left cheek almost immediately and I writhe on his lap, clutching the edge of the bed. His hand imparts a wicked sting, covering each cheek completely.
‘You’ve been a very bad girl,’ he says, spanking me hard and fast. ‘Flirting and teasing us all day. You ought to be ashamed, making such a spectacle of yourself.’
Behind me I hear Michael call me a cockteaser. The derogatory terms only make me hotter. Yes, I
am
a shameless little slut, tease, whore. And right now all I can think about is how wet the gusset of my thong is. My captors must be able to smell me.
The spanking increases in tempo and intensity and I can’t help kicking and wriggling. My jeans have slipped down my legs and they’re tangled around my ankles. I kick both legs up at a particularly hard slap and Aaron swats my thigh.
‘Keep your legs down,’ he snarls.
But I can’t. Every time his hand connects with the tender flesh of my bottom, my feet leave the ground. He rests his hand on my cheeks, a warning. Meekly, I lower my feet to the floor. There’s a purposeful step behind me and someone’s boot comes down on my jeans, pinning my legs.
‘That’s better,’ Aaron says, running his fingers over the reddened flesh. I wriggle under his touch, noticing for the first time the distinct hardness under my rib cage.
His fingers slip down along the crack of my bottom, tracing the outline of my thong. He presses his knuckles into the gusset and I gasp, pressing back. My pussy is so swollen it hurts. When he starts to peel the thong down, I resist, suddenly self-conscious about the other two seeing my arousal. He ignores my protest.
‘She’s dripping wet, the little whore.’ Michael’s comment is mortifying, but I can’t hide myself from them.
The spanking continues with renewed vigour and I yelp and struggle, making far more of a spectacle of myself now
than
I did on the tour. And all I can think about is the exquisite humiliation of being completely at the mercy of three men with the power to do whatever they want with me.
At last Aaron lets me up and I stumble to my feet, hobbled by the jeans twisted around my ankles. My hands drift to cover my shaved pussy, but Michael uncoils himself from his station by the cell door and slaps them away. His predatory eyes gleam behind the glasses. Every little show of force excites him more and I feel myself dampen in response. I’m tempted to make a run for it just so he’ll chase me, tackle me and haul me back with added brutality.
‘Strip,’ he says, his voice low and menacing.
He doesn’t need to tell me that resistance will earn me more punishment. My bottom is already burning and I don’t think I can take any more. I obediently disentangle my shoes from my jeans and slip them off. I take my time folding the jeans and positioning them carefully on top of the shoes. When I can’t stall any longer I flick my eyes back up to Michael. His cock looks ready to burst out of his pants.
‘The mattress,’ I hear Aaron say from behind me. ‘Bring it out here.’
I look over my shoulder to see Jack stripping the cell. He pulls the thin mattress off the bed and drags it out into the corridor.
I stare at it, my shirt hanging open and my thong around my knees. I can’t help wondering how many hardened criminals have passed sleepless nights on this very mattress. The wind howls around the barren island and sharks patrol the freezing water of the bay. The sense of isolation is overwhelming and it only enhances my vulnerability.
Michael crosses his arms expectantly and I scurry to obey the unspoken command. I shrug out of my top and add it to the pile of clothes. I hesitate at the thong. Even though it’s not covering anything, it’s my last shred of dignity. I stand before him nervously.
‘Everything,’ he prompts without a trace of pity.
I tremble all over as I bend down to slip the thong off. The little scrap of material is positively soaked. Embarrassed, I wad it into a ball.
Before I can hide it under the rest of the clothes, Michael holds out his hand. My cheeks blazing, I surrender it to him. He inspects it, then tucks it into his pocket, his eyes shining.
‘Who’s first?’ Jack asks, breaking the edgy silence.
I bite my lip in anticipation. The commanding officer usually gets first crack at the spoils of war, but I sense Aaron is more into discipline than sex. And Michael’s a sadist, so I’m sure he has something special in mind.
‘Why don’t you go first, kid?’ Michael says to Jack, taking me by the arm and pushing me towards the mattress. ‘I want her ass.’
A little cry catches in my throat at this revelation and I stare at him in horror. But first I belong to Jack. Trembling with fear and desire, I sink to my knees on the mattress. Jack already has his pants down and I gasp at the size of his cock. Not that I’m that experienced, but I’ve never even imagined anything that size before. He glances at the others with a hint of self-consciousness.
‘Go on,’ Michael urges.
It’s all the encouragement he needs. His cock stiffens in response and swells even more. He pushes me down on my back and I wince at the feel of the rough mattress on my tender backside. I press my legs together, my thighs slick with my juices.
Jack takes me by the ankles and raises my legs and bottom as he guides his cock towards my hungry sex. I put my arms above my head to grip the top edge of the mattress, bracing myself.
He eases the head in and I tense, waiting for him to plunge the rest in. I’m expecting it to hurt; I
want
it to hurt. But now that he’s got me where he wants me, he’s suddenly gone all shy. Frustrated, I thrust my hips up against him, urging him to take me. When he hesitates I look him straight in the eye and say, ‘Typical boy. All talk and no action.’
The soft laughter behind me has to be Michael’s.
He
knows what I want.
‘Not so tough now, are you?’ I taunt. ‘You won’t last five seconds.’
His boyish features darken with sexy menace and I feel the head of his cock twitch inside me. I open my mouth to egg him on further, but there’s no need. He plunges himself in up to the hilt, making me cry out. He pulls me up by the ankles with each thrust, driving me onto his cock with excruciating force.
I howl at every thrust, digging my fingers into the mattress just to hold on. I had never realised there were so many nerve endings in my pussy. Every single one is alive and screaming with pain and pleasure as he fucks me harder and rougher than I’ve ever dreamed possible. My sweaty thighs shake with the effort and he releases my ankles, going even deeper as I wrap my legs around his muscular torso. I won’t be able to walk when he’s finished with me.
Jack slows his rhythm, savouring each slow languid stroke and my accompanying gasp as his pelvis slams into mine. He slides nearly all the way out and waits for me to open my eyes and look up at him before driving his cock in again, making me wince and hiss through my teeth.
On my right I hear the sound of a zip and Jack looks up with a grin. I start to turn my head, but he impales me again and rolls us both onto our sides. He hooks his left leg over my right, spreading me open for Michael, whose purposeful fingers are smearing something cold and wet on the puckered rosebud of my anus. I tense with sudden fear and offer a feeble struggle, but Aaron’s voice cuts the air.
‘Do you need to be handcuffed again, Delaney?’
My sex pulses at the threat and I try to relax as I feel Michael’s finger probing the opening. He slides it inside and swirls it around. I can’t help clenching around his finger and his whispered approval turns my face scarlet. He withdraws and I feel his cock demanding entrance. Jack is still inside me and I stare into his face with wide fearful eyes as Michael pushes himself inside. Slowly. Forcefully.
When I yelp he twines a hand in my hair, pulling my head back to growl in my ear.
‘This is what you’ve been begging for all day, isn’t it?’
I shudder as he draws himself out, only to drive it back in, hard.
‘Isn’t it?’
‘Yes,’ I manage to choke out.
He gives my hair a sharp tug. ‘Yes what?’
Jack rams me from the front and I whimper. ‘Yes, sir.’
They take turns thrusting in and out, commenting all the time on my helplessness. Every inch of my skin seems to vibrate with intensity. Then they change the rhythm and I quiver as the two cocks meet inside, separated only by a thin wall.
The humiliation is made complete by Aaron’s looming presence. I have never felt so alive. I’ve escaped to a world where there are no rules to weigh me down, no parents and no moral code to oppress me. Only the freedom of pure debauchery.
I cry out with wild abandon as both cocks pummel me mercilessly, filling me up and making me desperate to come.
Suddenly, Jack tenses and his breathing quickens. He grips my arms tightly as he empties himself into me in hot little spurts.
Michael isn’t far behind and I cling to Jack as I feel the jets of Michael’s sperm in my deflowered ass.
As both men lie panting and spent on either side of me, my own sex throbs, hungry for release. I slip my hand down between my legs, desperate to join them in the afterglow.
Michael is quick to grab my wrist and stop me. I want to cry in frustration. But my eyes are drawn to Aaron, who looks down at me severely. I melt under his black gaze, knowing I’ve broken a tacit rule. I give a little whimper as first Jack, then Michael, withdraw, leaving me empty. I know I’m about to be punished again.
‘On your knees,’ Aaron says softly, unbuckling his belt.
I do as I’m told, an obedient little submissive now. The mattress is soaked with our mingled juices and sweat and
my
legs are sticky with come. It’s all I can do to keep my hands away from my clit. One touch is all it would take.
He pulls his belt sharply through the loops. I jump at the flapping sound it makes, but I keep my eyes on his boots.
‘Elbows down,’ he instructs. ‘Bottom up.’
I obey instantly, pressing my forehead into the damp mattress. I’ll be a good girl for him and take my whipping. I’ll take anything they want to give me. I’m theirs.
The belt lashes down against my bottom and I wince, but I don’t cry out. The sensation washes over me, stimulating me further. Another stroke and I gasp as though I’ve been penetrated again. I experience each slap of the wide leather belt as pleasure. It reverberates through my body and for a moment I think I might climax from the whipping alone. But I’m beginning to appreciate the agony and ecstasy of delayed satisfaction and I know this is more a preparation for Aaron than for me. I’ll get my turn after him. If I’m good.
He stops and orders me up on my knees. When he presents his cock to me I swallow it gratefully, like a treat. My tongue traces enthusiastic circles around the shaft, flicking the tiny ridge underneath the head. He strokes my hair as he would a pet. I cup his balls in my hand, pulling them forward and tightening my grip. It doesn’t take him long. Within seconds he erupts in my mouth, flooding the back of my throat.
When the spasms cease I look up at him, feeling genuine pride at having pleased him. I offer him my wrists, a pleading look of submission in my eyes. His harsh features soften and he gives me an indulgent smile. He locks the handcuffs into place and pulls me to my feet, leading me into the cell.