Fucktoy Factory Part II (warning, dark)

[Part I here](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/a4oipg/fucktoy_factory_part_i_warning_gets_a_bit_dark/)

A cute little apartment, furnished completely in teal and blue pastel unfolded before Hannah, the innocent facade only interrupted by the many metal rings and hooks that sat in instantly inspiring locations. And the center piece, of course. There she was, tied to a massage table. Her perfectly curved slender frame covered in a freckled pale skin, wavy hair falling down around her serenely expressionless face. Her arms bend down behind her head, tied together and fixed to the table legs, her long legs stretching out off the other end, tied slightly apart, toes curled in a permanent state of unsatisfied arousal. Her posture was captivating. Back slightly arched, muscles slightly tensed, her mouth opening and closing absently, round lips softly smacking in a sort of whimpering moan. This was the body language of someone who is well on her way to cum. Only nobody was touching her. She circled her hips every so slightly. Hannah doubted she was aware. She never had a thing for Sascha when they still knew each other, but what she was seeing was not a girl, not a woman. It was distilled sensuality. Every little tensing of every little muscle an expression of a craving so intense that her body played a constant symphony.

Was this hell, or was it heaven? A tear rolled down Sascha’s cheek, almost in answer, but it wasn’t much of one. Hannah didn’t know how long she just stared at the girl, mouth hanging open and hands absently playing with her breasts. Nathan had a knack for making girls want to hurt for him. Eventually, the lines get a little bit blurry. She supposed they both learned that the hard way now.

He strolled into her field of view, leaning in to Sascha, whispering a more than a little sinister, “Hello, toy,” and dragged his tongue from her collar bone all the way down to her foot while walking beside the table. Sascha started tensing up immediately, her toes trying to fold into themselves, fingers bending inwards and outwards at the same time. Her head stretched back, moaning without restraint, her whole body shaking. Then he looked at Hannah, smiling. She was still frozen in place, more shocked and overwhelmed and turned on then ever. “Please…” she half-whimpered, “may I touch myself?” He nodded, then bend his head back down and licked Sascha back the way he came, ending in a hard deep kiss that muffled something between a moan and a whimper. Then he walked straight towards Hannah.

She was lightly rubbing her still-dripping cunt through her dress with her fingers, sucking the tip of another one, bursting with anticipation. It was too damn much, she needed to be taken out of this fucking state of agency. She needed to be made to beg and choke and by god she needed to be forced to be bad to the girl on the table. The tension bled from her almost as soon as his fingers touched her shoulders. He caressed her gently, running his hands up and down her arms and neck, then ever so gently curled his fingers around her throat, squeezing and staring straight into her big brown eyes. “Present yourself properly,” he simply said. She didn’t dare break eye contact as she awkwardly started climbing out of her dress. In fact, she hardly allowed herself to blink. She fought off a wide smile as she finally kicked off her heels. Smiling got you punished. A moan reminded her of the presence of Sascha, and instantly stole her attention. God, how sensitive every single nerve in that girl’s body must be right now. Nathan let go of Hannah’s throat and gently pushed her forward. Up close, you could see the fine coat of sweat beading Sascha’s body, framing muscles that have been tensed for too long, and for all the right reasons. Hannah Looked back at Nathan, sheepishly now, bare and owned, like she should be. “Would you like me to try?” “Go ahead,” he told her, “carefully. She’s so far gone, your breath will make her moan.”

Hannah leaned forward to gently blow on her nipple, and Sascha did moan. Deep and desperate, like enough of Hannah’s warm breath could send her over the edge. She dragged her finger gently over her victim’s nipple, barely touching it, prompting Sascha to arch her back up and try to rub her breast against it. Hannah caught the sound of her own soft moan as she leaned forward to take this girls nipple in her mouth. Nathan ran his hand along Hannah’s naked curves from behind, touching her everywhere as she sucked that nipple gently, playing with it with her tongue. Sascha was writhing like someone on the brink of bursting into flames, moaning and whimpering, whispering a constant stream of “Please, please, I’ll be good. Please I need it. Please. Make me, please. I promise I’ll be good. Please, please, please.” It was so soft that Nathan’s voice was a shocking boom. “Use your words, toy. Please what?” “Please hurt me,” she replied with her shaky thin voice. “Good girl,” he said fondly, grabbing Hannah’s wrists and holding them with one hand behind her back. “Keep sucking,” he told her. His palm found its way around Hannah’s round ass, caressing it lovingly for just a few moments before smacking it hard. The sudden sting almost made her bite Sascha’s nipple, but she kept sucking like she was told, Sascha never stopping to beg and whimper. The slow, firm spanking continued to send waves of hot pain through Hannah’s body, her whelps muffled by Sascha’s tit, who was screaming and moaning and crying now, her vocabulary reduced to the word “please”.

A year ago, Hannah would have been disgusted by even seeing this slut’s nipples. But the hatred was simply not available anymore. Maybe it was because she was mind-fumblingly horny since before she even got out of the elevator, maybe it was because this girl hardly resembled Sascha any longer. A good spanking always drove Hannah wild, and a begging girl’s nipple in her mouth made it so much worse. Her knees started to waver, and upon sensing it, Nathan leaned in, grabbed the back of her hair instead, and started guiding her face around Sascha’s body, Hannah’s tongue still out. He dragged her head down Sascha’s exertion-hard abs, back up around her tits and neck, along her pelvis and thighs. It wasn’t like licking the body of a girl you took home after a date. The taste of fresh sweat and soft skin was somehow more intense, the texture of her straining muscles firm against her own tongue. At any given second, she didn’t seem sure if she wanted to lean into it or shy away, and the sounds she made were enough to stop anyone thinking. “Please god, please, I need it,” she pleaded, “please make me. Please I’ll be so good if you just make me.” When Nathan gave Hannah her hands back, she had to steady herself on the massage table to remain upright. He walked around Sascha, opening is pants and letting them fall down, stepping out of them as he gave his hard cock a few strokes. Seeing it after all this time made Hannah almost feel it inside her again. He took Sascha by the upper arm, her body so tense that he could simply drag her forward, head hanging from the table now. “Let me make this wet for you,” Nathan said before nonchalantly sliding his big hard cock into Sascha’s readily open mouth. Hannah’s hand was between her legs in seconds after seeing that cock bulge down Sascha’s throat, slowly pushed forward, past the barrier with an inaudible little pop and then deeper until her face was pressed against his pelvis. He held it there, pressing one hand down on Sascha’s chest to control her increasing spasms as she started struggling for air. The fucking guy smiled at Hannah! A genuine smile, too, wide and careless as Sascha began thrashing and twisting, trying to claw way too short fingernails into his legs. He pulled out a dripping wet cock, still smiling, then interrupted Sascha’s desperate gasp by sliding it all the way back in. It was only when her struggling started to subside that he decided pull back out, telling Hannah to come over. She pried her hand from her lap, grabbing a piece of table with every step, seeming to shrink the closer she got to Nathan.

“Hold her head,” he told Hannah, letting her step to the head of the massage table, carefully lifting the coughing girls head up in her arms. Nathan grabbed Hannah’s hips, forcing her to step back and probably wanting her to stick her still smarting ass out. She did before she meant to, feeling his hands explore while trying to cradle Sascha as she coughed herself back to normal breathing. Sascha whispered a weak, “thank you,” and blinked her tear-stained eyes open, looking up at Hannah. Her expression changed instantly. She realized for the first time who the other girl in the room was, body still writhing and tears still rolling, but her eyes daggers straight into Hannah’s soul. Hannah’s heart try to drop down the sudden hole in her stomach, and just as she opened her mouth to speak, she felt herself get filled up with cock from behind. Her words, whatever they would have been, came out as a deep moan instead. She did the only thing she could think of and pressed her lips against Sascha’s. The girl started crying harder, but kissed like she meant it, tongues rubbing as Hannah slowly lost herself to the cock sliding in and out of her, just deep enough that an inch more would be too deep. She kissed Sascha harder, fighting off the memories.

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