The Bet (8 page)

When
he grabbed my tits from behind and pulled on them, using them to gain more
leverage, I nearly came. A bite of egg fell out of my mouth as I cried out.

“Don’t
you dare come, Slut. You’ve already got one punishment lined up today.”

And
this wasn’t my punishment? Jesus, Mary, and Joseph, what the hell was it going
to be?

I
tried to calm myself down, pull myself back from the edge of orgasm, but it
wasn’t easy to do with his cock slapping into my g-spot again and again. I
finally did, and was about to take another bite, when he shouted behind me and
a hot stream of his cum filled me.

The
power of his climax nearly made me lose the thin veil of control I had over
myself. It took all of my concentration to keep myself in check.

Then
he pulled himself out and, cool as a cucumber, took the still half full plate
and glass away from me. “Next time, you’d better eat more than this.”

After
he took my food away, Thornton put a ball gag back in my mouth, strapping it
tight behind my head. The vibe, thankfully, moved away. A minute later, a cold,
wet cloth wiped over my pussy, cleaning up the mess of fluids down there.

Almost
before the cloth left me, a dildo was shoved deep inside me, one that had a
clit-probing piece. Fuck, I’d never get away from the torment.

Thornton
pushed it snug, and then flipped a switch, and the whole thing vibrated to life
on a far too low setting.

I
moaned into my gag, which only produced a stream of saliva that dripped to the
floor.

“Comfy,
Slut?” he asked from behind me.

Comfy
was about the furthest thing from my mind, at the moment. I just moaned again,
unleashing a new stream of drool.

“I’ll
be back in a bit. Don’t come. I’ll know if you do. And get yourself ready for
your punishment, which is still to come.”

How
the hell was I supposed to do that?

Then
he was gone. For a long damn time. I have no earthly fucking idea how long he
was gone, just knew that I needed to pee again as bad as I needed to come, and
my stomach was once again rumbling, and never, ever in my life had I felt such
ridiculous pain as I was currently experiencing in my knees.

Finally,
he returned. Thornton unhooked me and pulled things out of me, and finally
released my hands and neck from the stocks. He left the gag in my mouth and the
dog collar around my neck, but everything else came off.

I
collapsed to my knees on the floor, curling up as much as I could to soothe my
aching muscles. Before I could relax much, though, he was pulling on the leash
still attached to my collar. “Follow me, Slut. Crawl to the bathroom with me.”

I
couldn’t very well walk with the way my limbs felt as sturdy as unset Jell-O,
so I followed him on all fours. When we got there, he lifted me onto the toilet
seat and let me relieve myself. When I was done, he yet again wiped me clean,
and then used a wet cloth to cleanse me.

Then
we were on our way to the kitchen, with him leading me on my leash like a dog.
When we got there, I froze. A big screen TV was playing what looked to be a
porno behind what seemed like a sadist’s version of an OBGYN table, and a pizza
box was waiting on the counter with another butt plug, bigger than the last
one, and a tube of lube sitting on top of it.

Thornton
didn’t let me stay put, though. He tugged on my leash, and I was forced to
crawl toward him or have my airway cut off. “Get up on the table, Slut.”

For
whatever reason, I obeyed him without question, ignoring the whimpering,
moaning, screaming monkey sex orgasms going on in front of me on the TV. I
climbed into the seat section and just passively let him stretch my limbs into
crazy positions and strap me down, like I had no qualms whatsoever about what
it would mean. Was the almost constant need to orgasm brainwashing me? Maybe,
but right then, I didn’t care.

He
hooked one ankle and knee onto a stirrup sort of thing and then moved it as
wide as I thought my limbs could go. “Watch yourself on the big screen while I
get you ready.”

Watch
myself? He had to be fucking kidding me. I looked up and sure enough, the video
was no normal porno, but video of me last night, strapped to a metal sawhorse-like
contraption and being spanked with a fucking machine drilling me from behind.

I
moaned at the sight, and then again at the memory. A fresh trail of juices
flooded my pussy even as a fresh stream of drool dripped down my chin.

While
Thornton kept working, I was unable to take my eyes off the screen. It was an
odd sort of turn-on, to see myself in a position like that which I never in a
million years would have expected. In a way, it turned me on even more to know
that Dustin had been at home watching. Or somewhere watching, at least.

Once
I was completely strapped into place and spread as wide as I could go, a knock
sounded at the door. Maybe Bradford and Jones had already come back? I didn’t
know if I wanted that or not.

Thornton
left, and then I heard voices. Lots of voices. Both male and female. I
whimpered into my gag, not that anyone could hear it. Even if they could, for
damn sure no one cared.

And
then they were coming into the kitchen behind me, taking a seat in a row of
chairs I finally noticed—three burly men, and three women in various states of
undress. All of the women, regardless of what else they were wearing, had a
collar around their necks similar to mine.

When
Thornton came back, he offered them pizza if they wanted it. No one got up and
got any. I guess I was more interesting than pizza. He picked up the lube and
the butt plug and settled himself between my gaping legs.

The
man on the far left snapped his fingers, and the woman with him (wearing
nothing but a collar and a chain connecting to clamps on her nipples and clit)
immediately dropped to her knees between his legs and pulled his cock from his
pants. She sucked it with her hands behind her back, bobbing up and down with
fervor. He didn’t seem to care about that, though—he was too busy watching me
squirm against my constraints as Thornton pressed the butt plug deep into my
ass.

After
that, things happened so fast it was like it had been orchestrated that way.
One of the women laid on her back on the floor, and the other woman straddled
her in a sixty-nine. They started eating one another’s cunts and squealing in
pleasure. The man seated in the middle dropped his pants and shoved his dick
into the woman on top’s ass, and the other crossed over and started
pussy-fucking the one giving a blow job to the first man. The room was filled
with grunting, slapping sex noises…and the unmistakable sounds of all three
women experiencing orgasms.

And
still, Thornton kept working the damn butt plug deeper into my anus. He pressed
again when one of the women squealed in delight, and I felt like I’d ripped
open, but still he kept pushing it higher inside me.

When
it finally came to a stop, the orgy on the other side of the room was beginning
to slow. The man being sucked off picked his woman up and carried her over to
me.

Thornton
pulled a double-ended dildo out from somewhere. He shoved one end deep into my cunt,
and then the other woman was placed over me, straddling my hips. In an instant,
she had the other end of the dildo inside her and was using it to fuck us both.

Then
he came around by my head and leaned down. “This is your punishment. You may
not come. Just watch.”

The
other two women had been separated, and one of them had a man fucking her in
both the ass and the pussy at the same time. Thornton joined the other man, and
they did the same to the remaining woman.

I
watched, mesmerized, even as the woman drilling a dildo inside me started to
let out little frantic sounds. She put both hands down between our bodies,
using one to rub her clit and the other to rub against mine, damn her. In an
instant, she was writhing all over me, leaning down and licking my tits and
using her hands to drive me to the brink.

All
around us, the men were grunting and the women were squealing, and still there
was the video playing on the big screen of me being flogged into mindless
oblivion.

I
didn’t know how much more I could take. Each time she experienced another
orgasm, it took all of my willpower to keep myself still.

Eventually,
the threesomes finished, but my tormentor kept going. The other six came around
us, and their hands and mouths were all over both of us. Someone licked the
bottom of my foot and sucked my toes into their mouth, and that nearly did me
in. Tears shot to my eyes from the effort it took to keep from coming.

After
her fourth orgasm while fucking me with the double-headed dildo, they finally
pulled her off of me.

Then
Thornton removed my gag, put headphones over my ears so I couldn’t miss the
sound of the video onscreen, and they left me all alone, with nothing but the
video of my own red, wet body being flogged beneath the basketball goal on the
beach for company.

It
was getting dark by the time Thornton came back, and I’d watched way too many
scenes of what they’d done to me. Watching it only made me want more, as sick
and twisted as that may seem.

Wearing
nothing but a pair of boxer briefs that didn’t come close to hiding his
hard-on, he moved into my line of vision. He stood beside my head for a second
before he had his tongue in my mouth, kissing me like I wished he’d fuck me.
When he came up for air, he asked, “Hungry?”

Until
he asked, I didn’t have a clue just how hungry I was. But then my stomach
growled. “Yes, sir,” I somehow managed.

He
gave a sadistic sort of laugh. “Well, since you handled your punishment well, Bradford
and Jones said you can play a little game for your food.”

I
didn’t like the sound of that, but what choice did I have? None, that I could
see.

He
released me from the table and put me down on all fours, and then had me crawl
down the hall to the bathroom again. As before, we went through the same
ritual. When we were done, he led me into a room I’d yet to see.

Along
the far wall, there was a row of cubby holes with doors blocking anything that
might be inside. Each door had a number on it. Scattered throughout the room
were various other torture device looking things…lots of metal and leather and
chains and restraints. Candlelight was the only thing lighting the room.

Someone
cleared his throat off in the shadows, and my head spun around.

Jones
stepped into the light, wearing nothing but tight, black leather pants. “We
told you we wouldn’t be gone too long, sugar.”

We
.
That could only mean Bradford was there too. I strained my eyes, trying to find
him in the dark, but I couldn’t until he spoke.

When
he stepped forward into the light, he wasn’t wearing a damn thing. His dick was
hard and standing at attention. “Here’s how the game works, Fuck Toy. You pick
a number. We’ll open the cubby hole with the corresponding number. If it’s food
inside, you eat it. If it’s a drink, you drink it.”

Sounded
fair enough so far. But I knew enough at this point to realize there was sure
to be a catch. “Yes, Master,” I finally said when he didn’t go on.