He was behind me and his hand gripped my throat, just beneath my chin, firmly. His goal was to hold my head still as he pressed his middle finger into my mouth and his other fingers pressed against my cheeks and lips. He was testing me, seeing if I would resist or obey as instructed. I lifted my tongue and sucked on his finger, mimicking the same pointed tip, curls and swirls I would employ while sucking cock.
He leaned down close to me, “I was hoping you would resist,” the old man growled.
I stared straight ahead and into the mirror standing in front of me. My wrists were bound behind my back, I was slightly suspended as the rope from my wrists was secured to the canopy above me and I was made to lean forward until all of my upper body weight caused the rope to dig into the soft flesh at the base of my palms. My ankles were tied wide apart, my knees offered very little support as a result. At the head of the bed lay a mountain of pillows and on top of the pillows, angled towards me, was a large ornate mirror.
My top was ripped open, my cold breasts heaved with each breath I managed through the grip he held on my throat. I said nothing, but I continued sucking on his finger as he pressed it down on my tongue roughly. When he removed his digit from my mouth he circled the wettened flesh over my lips and then slid it between my legs, penetrating me as he lifted my skirt up over my ass and onto my back. I swallowed the lump in my throat, the slightest bits of pride I still clung to choked down like rotten meat, and just watched him take great pleasure in feeling how wet I’d become.
I wasn’t willing to let fear control me. I had agreed to this, as fucked up as it was, and I wasn’t going to allow them the excitement of fear. No, this was just sexual perversions being explored for financial relief. That’s how I had to look at it.
He smacked my ass and I turned my head towards him, pulling out of the grip he had on my neck, and scowled at him, “If you were hoping to scare me, it’s not working,” I snapped as he rubbed his hand over my ass cheek and then smacked it again, harder, causing me to clench up and bite my lip to avoid making noise.
“I didn’t say you could speak,” he said as he pulled his belt off and made a loop with it. It was a thin black leather belt. He slid the loop over my head and placed the belt securely between my teeth before he tightened it. It tasted like sweat and shoe polish.
“Just remember you can stop this at any point you want and we go back to the original deal. You have both verbal and non verbal cues you are free to use at any time,” an obligatory out waved in my face to taunt me, knowing I wouldn’t use it because of the consequences laid out on the table if I did. Opting out at any point would make everything I’d endured up to that point completely pointless, a free thrill for them.
He climbed up on the bed behind me and put his hand between my legs, rubbing me and roughly pushing his fingers into my cunt. I squirmed against the bindings and he tugged on the end of the belt, pulling my head back so that I was bent awkwardly, “You are an eager slut aren’t you?”
I narrowed my eyes at him and he just smiled. He kept his lips beside my ear and grunted as he pushed into my pussy from behind, “Well look at that, so ready to accept me.”
Trying to shame my body for reacting to stimuli it is designed to react to wasn’t going to work. Trying to make it seem like I was eager and willing was significantly different than actually being eager and willing. I had one thought through this and it was to simply spite their attempts to break me. I needed to endure whatever they threw at me and I needed to do it as stoically as possible.
He tugged on the belt and pulled my head back as he began to fuck me, his thrusts were slow and precise. He groaned against my neck and ear, “Such a good little whore, letting us dirty old men fill your cunt just because you don’t want your boyfriend selling drugs for us.”
He pushed into me harder and groaned, “He knows what’s happening you know? What you’ve agreed to. We have him in another room, tied just like you are, did you know that when he heard our deal he begged us not to go through with it? Got on his hands and knees and groveled, offered himself up instead. So we made a deal, he takes half of the debt and you take the other half. Or we could just kill his dad instead of fucking you. Even knowing that his options were we fuck you or kill his dad, he still didn’t want his dad dead.”
I groaned as I bit on the leather belt and he tugged on it to make me look into the mirror again, “He can see your cunt clinging to my cock, so show him how you really like to be fucked, princess,” he growled against my ear. His hand on the belt loosened and he grabbed a handful of my hair, yanking it back, making me cringe, but I did not cry out.
I didn’t deny myself the physical pleasure even if it was torture on an emotional scale. I could have shamed my body, made me hate myself for enjoying the things I did, but I didn’t want to do that, that would lead to me breaking. So, I moaned as his cock thrust in and out of me, banging repeatedly into the front wall of my cunt, edging me closer and closer to orgasm whether I wanted it to or not. My nipples were hard, my neck bruised under his grip and the belt loosened then fell from my mouth, I was moaning and panting on the verge of release. He came in me before I reached my own climax and, after a couple more pumps pulled free of me and started rubbing his still hard cock against my ass. I tried to pull away and he grabbed my hip with one hand and held me still as he started pushing his cock against my asshole.
“You don’t get to complain. You also don’t get to cum until Brayden does so you better hope he enjoys dick as much as you do.”
I glared at him, “That wasn’t the deal. The deal was for me, alone, nothing involving B at all.”
I pulled at my restraints and he just laughed as he spread his cum into my ass with his dick until the head of his cock was inside of me. I cringed and clenched up a little and he pinched my nipple hard, “Relax or I will make this really hurt.”
I took a few deep breaths and tried to not resist, “We haven’t started fucking him yet, he’s just all bound on the bed and free hanging for the moment. None of us are really into guys, so we thought we’d come to you and make a counter offer. Double the time we previously agreed to, and no ‘one at a time’ limitation. It doesn’t stay private, we get to release everything we record if, and when, we choose. Agree to those terms and we’ll only make him watch.”
I nodded and let my head drop forward.
“Say it out loud,” he said as he grasped the end of the belt and tightened it on my neck.
I gasped and he let up so I could speak, “You can fuck me any way you want, with as many people as you want and I won’t fight it as long as you don’t fuck B at all.”
I lifted my head and saw him smile in the mirror as he pushed hard and deep into me, “I knew you were a smart girl,” he said as I cringed, lowering my head to avoid letting him see the pained reaction.
After a few more thrusts there was a bit of commotion behind us, over by the door to the room and I could see the light from the hallway as the door opened, but I couldn’t see what was going on really as Mr. Tallmadge was a large man and blocked most of that area from my view. The door closed and I heard shuffling. I was trying to look over at where the noise was coming from but Mr. Tallmadge grabbed the belt and pulled it tight, almost completely cutting off my ability to breathe. I turned my head straight ahead again and he loosened the belt, letting me breathe and gasp.
“Good girl,” he said in a taunting tone.
I was squirming, trying not to cry but tears streamed down my cheeks anyway. My movement was partially trying to pull away from him and partially just trying to get myself into a more tolerable position. I heard muffled yelling coming from the right and I tried to glance over to see what was going on without moving my head. They were binding B to a chair beside the bed. He had a gag in his mouth and there was dried blood on his lower lip and on the bottom of his nose, I wondered if he got that before or after he tried to bargain with them.
Mr. Tallmadge had his hands on my hips, pulling me back to meet his painful thrusts with extreme force, making me cringe and take in a deep breath every now and then. With B tied to the chair the other two guys climbed up onto the bed, one stood in front of me and the other climbed under me.
There was no illusion that this was anything meant for my pleasure, from their point of view I was just a warm piece of meat to stick their dicks in. Mr. Tallmadge reached up and untied the bindings at the top of the bed canopy, causing me to fall forward onto the man beneath me. That binding had largely been the thing holding me upright and my wrists bled and burned to prove it.
When I fell forward the big guy beneath me put his hand between my legs and guided his dick into my cunt without hesitation. I screamed involuntarily. His dick wasn’t long, but it was thick and it hurt. Mr. Tallmadge continued to fuck my ass, pushing me down against this other guy as I cringed and tried not to sob on his chest. The standing man grabbed a handful of my hair and yanked my head up, my lip quivered and my eyes burned with tears. He put his fingers in my mouth and pried my jaw open enough to push his dick deeply into my throat, causing me to gag, which made my ass and cunt clench up on both men inside of me.
I tilted my eyes up to the man down my throat and he smiled and shoved himself deeper. If I’d had anything on my stomach, I’d have hurled, instead I just gagged and drooled on his cock. They got into a rhythm that seemed to please each of them. Mr. Tallmadge grasped the rope binding my wrists behind my back and helped hold me upright so Mr. Woodhall, the large man in my cunt, and Mr. Townsend, the man ramming his dick down my aching throat, could focus on how they wanted to use my body to get off.
Those weren’t their real names, of course, I didn’t know their real names, neither did B or his dad. They were just upper management of a drug and gambling ring and liked the tie to the revolutionary war. They saw themselves as soldiers fighting a battle right under the noses of authority. They were from different parts of the country and only came to our little town because B’s dad was making a scene and they had planned on getting rid of him and putting his debts onto B.
B and I had been dating for just a few years, but we’d been friends for so much longer. He’s always struggled with his dad’s addictions, tried to get him clean numerous times, always failing as his dad stole and lied to get access to the drugs he wanted. Eventually credit with his dealer ran out and he went to B for help trying to pay it. The dealer let him rack up multiple thousands of dollars, knowing it would trap B into selling for them to keep his dad safe.
B already had a reputation around town as being a trouble maker, in spite of never having caused trouble, in any capacity, for anyone, it was guilt by association of the trouble that was his father. The cops were always on B, trying to catch him with drugs or paraphernalia on him. But B was pretty straight edge thanks to the way his father lived his life. B had no interest in following in his footsteps and actively worked against becoming anything like the old man.
B’s mom approached me when I first became friends with B. She warned me to be careful around him, to watch my back and never let my guard down. She was warning me to be wary of her own son, not because of his actions or demeanor, but because of who his father was. I didn’t listen, of course, and I fell hard for him. When I started dating B she told me to be aware of his worst habits to make sure they don’t spill over onto myself. She warned me that loving the wrong man could put me at risk in more ways than I ever thought possible.
I didn’t know what she’d meant at the time. B was always good to me and looked out for me. His worst habit was an affinity towards junk food, chili cheese fries with jalapenos and sour cream specifically. But I found out what she was trying to warn me about when I tried to intervene on his behalf and ended up on the radar of his father’s debtors.
Mr. Wilkins had arranged payment in what they refer to as ‘alternative currency’ many years ago, not long after he married B’s mom, Mr. Tallmadge told me. He could find a similar deal, with me, acceptable in exchange for Brayden not taking on his dad’s debts. Then he told me about how B’s mom, Mary, agreed to work off her husband’s debts with the use of her body.
The man she married was a different man than the one that came back from war. She was young and beautiful and terribly in love with her troubled addict of a husband. She thought love could save him from himself, that love could bring him back to the man he used to be. So when he approached her about being in trouble, she saw it as her duty as his wife to do whatever he asked of her, whatever his debtors demanded of her to recover their losses to Mr. Wilkins’s habit. Brayden was the result of her payments and his mom didn’t actually know who his dad was, but B was completely unaware of that aspect, blind loyalty to a father that hated his very existence. His dad was the only dad he’d ever known and B tried hard to protect him from himself, especially since Mary died.
Learning all of this made it easier for me to see how Mr. Wilkins could put his son through hell day in and day out, he was a selfish man and knew he likely wasn’t Brayden’s biological dad and resented him for the reminder of what his wife had done. He couldn’t see it as what he’d made his wife endure, he saw it as her choice.
I understood why Mary did what she did. I did what I did because I loved B and I knew that if they forced him to sell for them, he would be stopped and caught by the police within a week. When I first approached them, I thought I could pay in cash, but they wanted to make an example of B’s dad, the only payment they would accept was servitude, they wanted the son to suffer for his father’s sins, even knowing it was likely that one of them was Brayden’s real father, they saw him as nothing but a commodity to be traded, an expendable soldier for their war.
They made the terms clear, either B sold drugs for them to pay back his dad’s debt, earning pennies on the dollar which meant it would take years to earn enough to pay it off, and that’s if his dad didn’t accumulate new debt in the process. Or, I could agree to service them and some of their friends sexually over a couple of nights. They would cut B’s dad off from their supply completely and B would be off the hook. I just had to have sex with them. I agreed to it and they agreed to only one person with me at a time.
They clearly never planned to honor that stipulation and knew just how to manipulate me into dropping it. B watched me gag and watched them grasp my body and fuck it. I felt ashamed at first, ashamed that he knew it was happening and knew that it was something that I agreed to. I hated myself, but I also knew B wouldn’t have made it as a dealer. I loved him and I could handle this, there was no risk of me going to jail for it. Whether or not B could handle me doing it, remained to be seen.
They continued ripping my clothes until the shredded fabric lay on the bed or beside it. My body was fully exposed and quick glances at B told me that our relationship might not survive this. He looked positively devastated.
After a while I wasn’t crying anymore. They switched places numerous times, it was just a carousel of cock in me and at some point I started fucking them back, curling my tongue under their cocks and pushing myself back against them. I just closed my eyes and gave in to the situation. It was just sex. Once it was over it was over for good so the less I resisted and the more I participated, the quicker they would get off and the sooner it would be over.
I moaned and writhed and once they untied my wrists and ankles I really pushed myself to get into it. B didn’t looked devastated anymore. Now he looked curious, intrigued. What started as horrified forced observation slowly turned into him sitting there, watching me fucking these powerful horny old men, and he got hard. I noticed that when they came on me, or in me, or when they pulled my hair so hard I nearly bent in half backwards, he squirmed in his seat. Mr. Tallmadge noticed too, and fucked me a little harder when B looked at him.
The old men tired out eventually, but instead of stopping completely, they opened the door to the bedroom and other men came into the room. Friends of the Culper Ring, they were called. Dozens of men stood around the foot of the bed.
I couldn’t tell you who they were. They wore those old plague doctor style masks. I just knew they were mostly white and probably very wealthy. Some of them didn’t seem as old as others, so I’d wager at least a few in attendance were closer to my age than to Mr. Tallmadge’s age.
My wrists and ankles were bruised, my neck and hips were bruised, and cum was splattered all across and in my body. Money was exchanged between the Culper Ring and a few of the new men in the room, and they climbed up on the bed and lifted my aching body between them. Some of the men were a bit turned off by the fact that I was already covered in cum, but not these two. My head was bent back and my legs were spread wide as they fucked my pussy and throat. My arms hung limply at my sides, I just wanted them to get it over with.
They were soon joined by two more men. One of them surprised me by rubbing my cum slicked clit and lifting his mask to suck on my cum covered tits while the other three drilled their dicks in me. This one man seemed to want to see me orgasm in the midst of all of this, which is something I hadn’t yet achieved, though I’d come close a few times, they had stopped and let me calm down then started over, edging me over and over until I just ached and gave up on the idea of getting any semblance of enjoyment out of this.
But this gesture is what encouraged others to pay the fee and climb on the bed. They helped the man fondling my body and soon there wasn’t an inch of my body that wasn’t being supported or groped by someone. I convulsed in their grip as they brought me over the edge with a screaming full body orgasm. The two men in my cunt and ass both groaned as I squeezed their cocks rhythmically, and the man in my mouth rubbed his cock through the front of my throat as my pleasured sounds vibrated against him.
I was held up and passed around, sometimes just fucking one guy, sometimes two held me sandwiched between them, Cum poured down my inner thighs and was drying onto my stomach and breasts, clumped on my cheek and lip and streaked through my hair. They stuck their fingers in my mouth, making me suck on them as their friends held me up, and bent me over so they could pound my cunt from behind at the same time as their friend was getting their dick sucked.
I don’t actually know how many of them participated and how many just watched, touched, or just ejaculated on me.
Once they decided they were done, hours later, they left me on the bed. Mr. Woodhall brought a basin of warm water, a towel and a cloth and removed the mirror from the bed. Mr. Townsend removed the gag from Brayden’s mouth and leaned down to whisper in his ear. I saw Brayden nod and then Mr. Townsend untied him. He was allowed to come over to me and wash my body. It hurt. I was bleeding a little in a few areas and B looked like he was about to cry.
I reached out and touched his hand and he pulled away like I’d cut him. I lay back and looked away as he continued cleaning me. Once I was no longer covered in cum Mr. Tallmadge had a few ice packs wrapped in light towels and whispered to Brayden as he handed them to him. Brayden looked down and nodded.
Mr. Townsend put the gag back in Brayden’s mouth and he climbed up onto the bed with me, placing the ice packs on the deepest bruises on me. At the moment that was my hips and thighs. He lay down beside me and Mr. Tallmadge came over to sit on the side of the bed beside me.
“He’s not allowed to touch you sexually for the duration of your stay in this room. I’m not going to deny you the comfort of having him close in the down time, though,” he said.
He started to get up and I grabbed his hand. My throat hurt and I tried to speak but it was slightly broken, “What did you say to him?” I asked.
“That he needs to remember he had a choice in this too. Everything you go through over the next few days will be a result of the choice he made as much as it is a choice you made. I also promised him that there wouldn’t be any permanent damage to you physically,” he said. He looked away from us then back again, specifically to Brayden, “There aren’t many women that carry so much love for their significant other that they are willing to be tortured to protect them. Bear that in mind as you clean her at the end of each night. Those bruises are a representation of her love for you and that kind of love is rare, so when all is said and done, treasure her.”
He walked away and I looked to Brayden, “I’m sorry,” I said quietly. He wrapped his arms around me and I cringed but welcomed his comfort.
When I woke up the next morning Brayden wasn’t in the room with me and I panicked. I was stiff all over and I don’t think there was even an inch of me that didn’t hurt, but I made my way off of the bed and immediately fell to the floor. I sat up with my head leaning back on the side of the bed and cried. Mr. Woodhall came in and picked me up then carried me out of the room and down the hall to another room. Brayden was there, he had bruises along the sides of his cheeks where the gag had been secured. There was food sitting in front of him but he wasn’t eating, just pushing things around.
Mr. Woodhall sat me in the chair next to Brayden and Mr. Townsend brought a similar tray out to me. I also didn’t feel like eating. Mr. Townsend stopped at the door and turned to us, “You aren’t under restrictions in this room. You can be intimate if you want in here,” he said, then turned around and left, locking the door behind him.
I looked to Brayden, “Do you hate me?” I asked.
He looked up at me and shook his head, “No, I hate that you got dragged into this at all, but I don’t hate you,” he said.
“It’ll be over soon,” I said, “You should eat. Starving isn’t going to help anything for either of us.”
He scowled, “You aren’t eating either,” he said.
I smirked, “I don’t think I can lift the fork, to be honest.”
He turned my chair to face him and he alternated between feeding me and himself. We ate half of what they gave us and then he kissed me, very gently, very sweetly. I wanted to hug him, to climb on his lap and relieve him of some stress, but I really couldn’t move much at all. Instead, when he pulled away I looked him in the eye and said, “It’s okay if you want to cum while you watch. I know it’s not about seeing me hurt.”
He nodded, “I was so afraid of what you would think,” he said just before he kissed me again.
I smiled but crinkled my eyebrows slightly, “The same thing I thought when I realized my body was reacting favorably to things I didn’t really want to be happening. I can’t control how my body responds to it. It’s designed to work one way and I can’t actively turn that function on and off at will. So, my body is going to react how it does whether I want it to or not. It’s not about enjoying it or wanting it, so much as it’s just what our bodies do, B,” I said.
“I can’t wait for this to be over,” he said softly.
I looked over at him and hesitated before asking, “Are you still going to want to marry me after this? I…I understand if you wouldn’t want to or…”
He interrupted me with a gentle but deep kiss as he caressed the sides of my face and down along my bruised neck, “This changes nothing,” he said softly as he pulled his lips away from me.
That night was more of the same without the initial taunting of Brayden by the main ring. It just started with the plague mask wearing men buying time with me and Brayden bound to the chair beside the bed, forced to watch for hours as they abused my body for their own pleasure until Mr. Tallmadge called an end to the night and Mr. Woodhall and Mr. Townsend released Brayden to clean me as well as himself.
They carried me down the hall to the other room again and Brayden followed us on his own two feet. They sat us in the chairs and brought out trays of food again, the freedom to be intimate existed in here but we only kissed, a small comfort mixed with him knowing every part of my body ached and he didn’t want to add to that hurt no matter how much he wanted to get off with me.
Brayden’s gag was always replaced when we got back to the fucking room, but we were able to lay with each other on the bed. I knew things were being recorded during the sessions, pictures were taken as well as video, but I didn’t know if we were recorded when we were resting together, I assumed that was the case so I refrained from seeking any comfort from him while we were in that room.
The third morning we went to breakfast, I was able to feed myself a bit, but most importantly I stood up and sat on Brayden’s lap as I kissed him. He tried to stop me, but I kept kissing him and rubbing myself against him until his cock was hard, then I slid him into me and quite happily endured the pain of movement and his hands gripping my bruised thighs, as I looked in his eyes and smiled.
He kissed me and lifted me up onto the table, holding me carefully as he began to thrust into me. I leaned my head back and moaned. I missed him terribly and I used him to remind myself of why I’d agreed to this. I loved him immensely. I actually got off pretty quickly as he angled himself so his shaft rubbed along my clit with each thrust. It took him a little longer than normal, at least until I moved his hand from my breast up to my throat so he could squeeze lightly as he continued. That gentle show of force made him smile and his dick and balls twitched in me, flooding me with his cum.
I laughed and smiled then kissed him, tilted my head and whispered, “Again, please?”
A few minutes to get him hard again and he obliged as he held my wrists in one hand and pinned me down to the table. He fucked me a little harder and I whimpered and arched my back until we’d both cum again and he collapsed onto the table beside me.
He laughed, his hands on his forehead as he stared at the ceiling, then he looked over to me, “I love you, Jem.”
I smiled, “I love you, too, B.”
The afternoon and evening went a little differently. Only four men were involved and each of them were an individual experience. They paid for a few hours alone with me, with B watching still, but no other men participating. The first man lit candles all around the room and turned out the main lights. He started out gentle, touched me slowly and lightly, didn’t squeeze or pinch, just caressed. He removed B’s gag and guided me to kneel on the chair beside his thighs, I did. The man guided my arms up around B’s neck.
“Kiss her so she doesn’t scream,” he told B.
B was thrilled to have his lips on mine, so was I actually. The pinching and piercing going up and down my back didn’t even phase me as I kissed Brayden, slowly and lovingly. There were at least a dozen large hoops pierced through the skin in my back when he was done and he pulled me from Brayden and back up onto the bed, that’s when I started feeling the blood trickling along my sides from the fresh piercings. He lay me on my stomach on the bed and I had my head turned toward Brayden as the man threaded rope through the hoops and up over the canopy of the bed. He tied my wrists and ankles and tossed the rope over the canopy then he gathered the ropes on one side of the bed and pulled them until I was lifted up off of the bed on that side. The majority of my weight was being supported by my wrist and ankle, but the piercings were supporting enough to pull at my skin.
I made no noise as he lifted me on the other side, I hovered about half a foot off of the bed and he climbed back on and fucked me hard. The rings pulled at my skin as he pushed himself into me and my hands held the ropes leading from my wrists, trying to take more of the weight onto those ropes than the ones going up and down my back.
Brayden came as he watched my body being used like this. I could tell he didn’t want to, his face was full of shame, but honestly, his reaction made it much more bearable. When the man finished with me he lowered me back onto the bed and carefully removed the ropes and rings from my back. He leaned down and whispered to me, “Most first timers pass out, you just got wet. It’s been an absolute pleasure my dear,” then he left.
B was released so he could clean me up before the next guy came in. The gag was replaced and his hands and feet were tied to the chair again. He watched the man pick up a candle on his way over to the bed, one of the thick tall ones. I was lying on my back and he looked at me, “Keep your arms and legs spread out and I won’t have to tie you down, okay?” he said.
I nodded and put myself into a starfish position, legs spread, arms spread, both stretched as far as I could. He tipped the candle slightly and drips of hot wax dotted across my stomach and up between my breasts. I cringed and grasped the blankets. He made another pass going from hip to hip then down over my pubic bone and spread my pussy lips, the wax dripped along either side of my clitoris, carefully aimed to not burn the sensitive flesh. He rubbed me, pulling the wax up from my skin then he moved his hand with the candle up along my body, very carefully dripping hot wax over my nipple and around until most of my breast was red with wax, he repeated the motion with the other breast then dripped wax along my lips, sealing my mouth with it before he leaned down and kissed me over the waxy barrier.
He moved back down between my legs and looked at me, “Give me your hands,” he said.
I reached toward him and he turned my palms upright and sat the candle in them, “Keep it standing. If it tips, I’ll take it back and drip it on your cunt.”
I nodded and tried to keep my hands as still as possible as he grasped my hips and started fucking me. The candle teetered with the motion and I was afraid it was going to fall at one point, but I managed to keep it upright as he fucked me. It helped that his movements were slow and deep, very deliberately positioned in me for his maximum enjoyment. When he came he took the candle from my hands and spread my pussy open, and dripped the accumulated wax all over me anyway. I quietly blinked tears away as I breathed heavily. He came up to me and removed the wax coating from my lips and kissed me deeply then guided me onto my stomach.
He lifted my ass in the air and admired the deep red wax that coated my pussy before he carefully rubbed it away from my flesh. He dripped wax over my ass and between my cheeks then lubed the candle with his cum from my pussy and worked the end of it in my ass. By this point, I stretched fairly easily to accommodate most sizes, so him fucking my ass with a candle wasn’t really difficult, it wasn’t as long or as thick as some of the dicks I’d had and he only just pushed it inside of me, just enough to open me up then pulled it out and I know he contemplated dripping wax on me there, but decided against it for whatever reason.
Instead, he rubbed himself hard again and shoved his dick in my ass and dripped wax over the back of my neck and up and down my spine as he fucked me. He finished quickly that time, moving fast and much less carefully. When he finished he blew out the candle, pinched off the still smoldering wick and rubbed the remaining melted wax at the top of the candle against my clit, making me whimper and cry as I tried to pull away but he easily followed my body with it. It wasn’t as hot as the fresh drips, but damn was it still a sudden rush of heat to a sensitive area, it made me feel like I was going to wet myself.
Brayden was released to clean me up again, he carefully rubbed the wax from my body, secretly letting me enjoy his touch on intimate areas outside of the room where they fed us. He smiled as he touched my clit to rub the wax from me and I bit my lip hard enough to draw blood as I tried hard not to show any sign of enjoyment. His fingers found me sopping wet as they lowered down my anatomy, removing wax all the while. I definitely got off while he was cleaning me that time and I know he did too as there was a new wet sticky spot on the blanket beside me that hadn’t been there when he started cleaning me.
The third guy was not as inventive as the first two, it was just almost an hour of straight fucking, though he did take great pleasure in letting me suck B off while he fucked me. He tried to intimidate us, insult B as a cuck and beneath him because he was fucking B’s girl, but I mean, I was sucking B’s cock and I was definitely much more enthusiastic with that end of things. He wasn’t getting me off or anything, he was just using a warm wet hole that happened to be attached to me. My effort was in curling my tongue under B’s balls as I let his tip rest in my throat. By the time the guy pulled me away from B he’d already cum in my mouth twice, a deep red flush across his cheeks as he watched me lick my lips and smile at him.
The fourth didn’t let me involve B at all, which was unfortunate. He kept almost strangling me, cutting off my breath until just before I passed out then letting me breathe again all while fucking me. I was honestly afraid he would get caught up in the fucking me part and forget to let me breathe. Mr. Tallmadge came in at one point during this guys turn and observed. I think he might have been afraid of the same thing. When he finished, Mr. Tallmadge released B and let him clean me up.
We were taken to dinner and brought back to the room where B had his gag put back on him and he climbed into bed with me so we could sleep.
The last day was just a little different. After breakfast that morning, B’s regular gag was replaced with a ball gag and he was made to wear it for the entire day. No one came in to fuck me and we were just left on the bed together for the majority of the day. It was kind of a nice break? But it did make me worry about what they were letting me rest for.
Later, the Culper men came into the room and I barely even glanced their way, my body was covered in bruises of varying ages, not from being hit, just from tight gripping and groping and B was lying in the bed beside me, he was the one comfort they let me have and I cherished it, but they always came in and made him get up and in the chair when things were ready to continue. Even with that comfort, there were still restrictions as I mentioned earlier, the gag had to stay in his mouth, unless someone fucking me took it out, and we were not allowed to have sexual contact, unless requested by someone fucking me, or he would stay confined to the chair and I would be restrained to the bed at all times.
Mr. Tallmadge called out from the shadows, “Take the gag out of your mouth, Mr. Wilkins, and put it in hers.”
He reached behind his head and undid the buckle on the gag, his jaw ached and the gag was still coated in his saliva. This gag seemed to hurt him with the prolonged use. He put the red ball in my mouth and secured the buckle tightly behind my head. I closed my eyes and actually savored the fact that the gag tasted like B. Oh how I wished him gagging me was just a precursor to a wild night for the two of us. I looked at him and he smiled slightly, though it appeared to hurt him just a little to do so.
Mr. Tallmadge approached the bed and smiled as B’s cock got hard, involuntarily, knowing what he would be witnessing soon. Mr. Tallmadge motioned to the chair and B climbed off the bed and sat down. He secured B to the chair, much tighter than he normally did.
Then Mr. Townsend and Mr. Woodhall moved forward from the shadows and standing between them was Mr. Wilkins, B’s dad. Mr. Wilkins was naked, and he climbed up on the bed towards me. Mr. Townsend and Mr. Woodhall watched, standing close by and ready to grab me if I tried to run, but I honestly don’t think I would’ve been capable of running if I’d tried. I turned my head to look at Brayden, focusing on him, reminding myself of exactly why I had agreed to this, was important right now.
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