The Bet (4 page)

Jones
grunted in what I could only assume was agreement.

I
was in full on panic mode at the thought. Did I want to be fucked? Yes, sirree
bob, as horny as I felt after all they’d done to me so far. Did I want to be
butt fucked by two strangers who were tying me up and other crazy shit like
that? Um, not so much. Didn’t sound like my idea of a good time.

Jones
pulled me by my hair to standing again before I could protest. Without letting
go of his crazy grip on my hair, he started walking. Fast. I stumbled forward
to keep up with him, since I didn’t particularly care for the idea of ending up
scalped.

I
almost fell when I stepped down from the back of the van. The whole thing would
be a heck of a lot easier if I could just see something. I thought about
reaching up to remove the blindfold, but then thought better of it.

A
cold wind whipped over my body, making my already aching tits and clit scream
out in agony. After a few steps on concrete, my stilettos started sinking into
a softer texture. Grass? Sand? I couldn’t tell, because Jones didn’t slow down
for long enough for me to analyze it.

When
he stopped moving, I nearly ran into him from the suddenness of it.

Still
outside though. And what was that sound? Something whooshing like…waves? Yeah,
we were at the beach.

“Don’t
move a muscle, Fuck Toy.” Bradford was nearby, but I couldn’t tell how far.

Jones
moved in front of me. His mouth clamped down over my tit, and he suckled and
nibbled until my toes were curling. When he pulled away, the cold air raced
over where the warmth from his mouth had been, and I shuddered and wanted to
cry. He did the same with my left nipple, then went back to the first. For
several minutes, he alternated between the two, and each time he moved away,
the cold wind felt colder.

But
when he finally stopped biting my nipples, he knelt between my legs and went to
work on my clit until it had to be engorged to three times its normal size.
Even the tiniest movement down there had me squirming, trying to move closer to
him, trying to get myself off.

“I
told you not to move a muscle, Fuck Toy.” Bradford was behind me again, and his
fingers pushed into my asshole, and he held me there, like I was a fish on a
hook. He wrapped his other arm around my waist, whether to support me or to
keep me still, I didn’t know. Hell, I didn’t care. I couldn’t think about
anything but Jones’s teeth and tongue on my clit and Bradford’s fingers in my
ass.

Jones
bit down on my clit again like he’d done when I was sucking off the stranger
outside the mansion, and it took everything in me not to shriek. Then he was
sucking, biting, pressing three fingers into my cunt, four, his whole damn
hand. I was stretched like I’d never been stretched before. My whole body was
on fire in the cold, beach wind.

I
whimpered, and Bradford pressed his fingers higher into my ass, moving in
another joint. “Do you want your gag back, Fuck Toy?” His voice was soft, right
behind my ear. “I’d thought to leave it off, because I want your man to hear
you scream later. But don’t make a sound now, or it’ll be right back in your
mouth. Maybe a bigger, more uncomfortable one.”

I
shook my head and bit down on my tongue to keep from calling out as Jones
ravaged my pussy with his huge fist and ate away at my clit.

My
legs started trembling uncontrollably, and Bradford pulled up on my ass,
forcing me even higher until they were practically holding all of my weight on
their hands inside my holes. Jones moved his fingers around inside me,
stretching, searching, scratching, and then he found my g-spot. He stroked a
finger along it and bit down on my clit, and I was going to come finally.

Then
he let go and pulled his hand away from me.

I
collapsed forward, stopped by Bradford’s arm around my waist and his fingers in
my ass. He picked me up and moved me, lifting my legs over some cold, metal
contraption, then setting me down on it. The near freezing metal pressed up
against my wet, abused sex. I worried that I’d freeze to it and stick.

“It’s
only thirty-nine degrees out, tonight,” Jones said from in front of me, as
though he could read my panicked mind. “Cold enough this will be damned
uncomfortable for you, but not cold enough for you to freeze to the metal.”

Bradford’s
hand left my ass, and then my legs were spread wide and strapped to the metal
legs. Jones grabbed my hair and drew my head down, until my upper body was
laying on a metal beam, one tit hanging down on each side of it. He put a
leather cuff around my neck and the beam and tightened it until I could only
move about an inch. Taking my arms, he stretched them out in front of me and
put cold, metal handcuffs on my wrists, attaching them somehow that kept my
arms up high in an unnatural position.

“I’ll
plug her,” Bradford said behind me, and my whole body tensed in anticipation.
“I think she needs clamps on her tits.”

“My
pleasure.” Jones moved away for a minute and started tinkering with some small,
metal objects nearby.

Clamps?
Hadn’t my breasts suffered enough for one night? I inadvertently let out a
groan.

“For
that groan,” Bradford said as something hard pushed into my asshole, “I think
we’ll turn on the Fuckasaurus Rex while we spank you.” He pressed harder, and
the plug went deeper and deeper, stretching my near-virgin hole beyond what I
thought I could handle. Tears sprang to my eyes, and for once, I was thankful
for the damned blindfold. For some odd reason, I was pretty sure that crying
was not allowed, much like moving, making a sound, or having a damn orgasm.

Jones
pulled on one of my nipples, stretching it out like he was trying to get it to
reach the floor. My breasts are big—34 DD, thank you, Mother Nature—but damn.
Then little metal fingers bit in and he released it. He did the same to the
other, then put some sort of chain between them where, if I moved too much, or
if he pulled on it, it would pull the clamps tighter, make them dig in more.

He
tugged on the chain once to test it, and I jerked back from the shock. Bad move
on my part. The motion shoved the plug up my butt deeper and faster than
Bradford had been doing it, in addition to making my tits feel like they were
being slowly cut from my body.

Jones
laughed out loud. “If you stay still, sugar, this will be much easier on you.”
Easy for him to say.

Finally,
I felt the base of the plug move into place. Thank jeebus it couldn’t go any
deeper. I felt like I’d split in two if that happened. Right about the same
time as the plug was fully inserted, the wires attached to my electrodes
jiggled, like they were being reconnected to a power supply.

Heaven
help me.

“Open
your mouth, Fuck Toy.”

As
soon as I did, Bradford shoved a massive dildo inside, easily twice as thick as
the stranger’s dong from earlier. He pushed it past my gag reflex and kept
pushing, holding my head still with a fist in my hair.

The
electrodes jumped to life and my whole body buzzed as I struggled to swallow
the whole damn dildo. It went on seemingly forever. Finally, he stopped going
deeper and started moving it in and out in a fucking motion, the squicking
noises sounding like seriously sloppy, intense sex.

After
a minute, he pulled it free and I gasped for air. The electrodes hadn’t stopped
yet. In the van, they had come to life for a few seconds at a time and then they
went off. Not so now. It didn’t seem like they’d ever stop.

“That’s
going to be inside you in about a minute, Fuck Toy, once I attach it to the
Fuckasaurus Rex.”

I
only thought the butt plug was going to kill me. Holy hell, I couldn’t possibly
survive if some fucking machine was plowing that massive thing inside my pussy…especially
not if I already felt as full as I did from the thing up my butt. Dustin had
the biggest cock I’d ever experienced, but he was maybe eight inches long and
as big around as the dude from earlier. Even he, sometimes, stretched me more
than I thought I could take.

But
then, earlier, I’d had Jones’s whole fist inside me and survived, hadn’t I? His
fist was definitely bigger than Dustin’s cock. Maybe it wouldn’t kill me. I
still wasn’t looking forward to this, though.

But
true to his word, before I could spend too long worrying about what was about
to happen to me, Bradford lined that dildo up with my sex and made some
adjustments, and then it was pressing slowly inside me, inch by aching inch.

It
stretched me as much as Jones’s fist had done. And even on the first stroke, it
was deeper than anything I’d ever managed before. I cried out before I could
stop myself.

“Now,
Fuck Toy,” Bradford said sarcastically, “you really ought to wait to scream
until you’ve got something to scream about. We’re just getting you started.
You’ve got a good three inches to go on the dildo. Plus the spanking…”

“And
all of this is just a warm-up,” Jones said from next to my head. He lifted my
head by the hair and shoved his tongue in my mouth, kissing me like his life
depended on it.

Before
he stopped, the fucking machine had ramped up in speed and kept moving deeper
inside my pussy, rubbing against the walls and putting more pressure on the
plug in my ass. I’d never felt anything like it. The fullness, the friction,
the never ending vibrations from the electrodes, the constant pressure on my
tits…it was all too much.

Jones
stopped kissing me and bit a path along the side of one breast. When he reached
down and pulled on the chain connecting my clamps, the first blow of the paddle
landed on my ass.

I
yelped.

The
fucking machine went even deeper, so deep that I’d have come up off the metal
contraption if I hadn’t been bound so tightly to it.

Another
slap of the paddle to my other cheek landed as Jones moved to bite the side of
my other breast. My tits had never felt so huge before, so swollen and
sensitive. Everything they did only increased it.

The
smacks of the paddle on my ass and upper thighs started to come down in time
with the machine screwing me with the monster dildo.

Jones
walked away, and I tried to focus on the pleasant sensations coming from the
crazy fucking I was receiving, but that was hard to do when there was so much
pain involved, and so many of my nerve endings were engaged.

“Well,
what do we have here?” Jones said from a distance. “Her man sent a bag of
things our guest had packed for her weekend. She’s got floggers with her,
Bradford.”

Oh,
hell. Those had been a joke. I hadn’t thought that we’d actually use them, but
these two fuckers were insane enough that they would.

“Is
that right?” Smack, smack, smack. “Lucky for this Fuck Toy, you’re a master at
flogging a slut to orgasm. We’ll have to do that, when we’re ready to let her
come.” Smack, smack, smack.

Flogging
and orgasm…the two words didn’t compute together in my mind.

The
sex machine was making juicy squishing sounds as it rammed in and out of my
way-too-wet-to-believe cunt. It seemed like I was getting wetter each time he
spanked me, but that couldn’t be. Could it?

“Why
don’t you go ahead and break that bad boy in on her?”

A
swish sounded in the air and the falls hit my back, leaving a sharp, stinging
sensation in their wake.

“My
pleasure.”

Then
the flogging started in earnest. Jones moved around me, striking from every
angle. He hit my back, my arms, my sides, my breasts, my legs. All the while,
the paddling of my ass continued, and the fucking of my cunt.

After
a few minutes, I was crying out, even screaming occasionally, from almost every
strike. The more I screamed, the harder Bradford spanked me and the faster
Jones flogged me.

“Yes,
Fuck Toy. Scream for us.”
Whack, whack, whack
.

It
didn’t take long before my throat felt raw from it, and my body ached for
release, but the damned dildo in my pussy was moving at the wrong pace for me
to come.

Bradford
struck again, this time just over the plug in my ass, somehow driving it deeper
into my body and I couldn’t hold back the crazy scream that ripped from my
lips.