Ethan went next, brandishing a strap. His hands alone could deliver a really hard spanking, probably from the strength they gained tying all those shibari knots. His strapping was bad though, ten strokes of pure fire. Owww…
“Ready for more?”
That was Jonathan’s voice. She felt him hunch down next to her.
“No, Sir. Please!”
She didn’t want the scene to end yet because it was sexy as hell to be punished by all of them, but her ass was throbbing like the music out in the main room.
“Your arms could probably use a break anyway.”
He and Ethan untied the rope cuffs and stood her up. When she wove on her feet, Steve was there to support her with his tall, hard body.
“Doing okay, Rubes?” he asked.
“Oh, yes,” she said, making him smile with her reckless enthusiasm. “I’m doing really okay. But when do I get to come?”
All three of them laughed. Hmm, she wasn’t trying to be funny. Her pussy was pulsing as hard and hot as her butt. If only she could touch herself, she could bring herself off in thirty seconds or less.
But they weren’t going to let that happen. They led her closer to the square bondage structure with its neat rows of attachment points. As she stared at the solid, polished wood, Jonathan made her spread her legs and Steve took off her bra. Her arms were stretched toward the posts on either side, and her wrists buckled into the club-provided padded leather cuffs.
“You belong to us, don’t you?” Jonathan asked as Ethan and Steve hooked the cuffs to sturdy chains. He massaged her clit, but only for a few seconds, not long enough to get off. “You belong to all of us.”
“Yes, Sir.” The words came out on a sob of erotic frustration. Jonathan still hadn’t taken his turn with her backside, and he was partial to really hurty implements like canes and whips. “Please, I want to come.”
“Not yet.”
Now Ethan, the shibari fiend, was roping her up again, this time fashioning a series of knots into a band that laid across her nipples. Of course, two of the knots cinched her nipples, circling them with tight, scratchy rope.
They’d bound her so her back was to the rest of the play space. She still heard the music and actions of others, the occasional orders applied in German to male and female subs, but it didn’t matter to her. All she could think about were the men surrounding her, and the heated need growing between her legs.
“Please,” she said, writhing in her bonds.
“Please hurt you some more?” Jonathan asked. “My darling maso, you never get enough.”
“Please fuck me. I’m so turned on right now.”
She didn’t know which of them she wanted to fuck her, didn’t know who she was talking to. It was just a general plea. Steve and Ethan stood in front of her, palming their cocks and grinning at her horniness. That meant Jonathan was somewhere behind her.
She felt a sharp strike of pain across her ass. A damned cane, of course. She cried out, but she couldn’t turn away or escape, or do anything more than dance around on her toes. When she twisted in pain, the rope around her breasts scratched her throbbing nipples.
“Oh, it hurts, doesn’t it?” said Steve.
“Poor baby,” Ethan crooned. He kissed her as Steve gripped her hair, forcing her to be still for Jonathan’s next stroke. She almost bit Ethan’s tongue when she shrieked.
“Maybe this will help it feel better,” Steve said, pinching the welt of fire Jonathan had left with the cane, and giving her ass a sharp spank.
“No, please,” she said. “Please, touch me instead.”
“Here?” He spanked her ass again, toying with her. When he moved his hand, another cane stroke fell.
“No,” she said, frantic. “Touch me, please. Between my legs. Fuck me.”
“Oh, like this.” Ethan thrust a finger inside her, making her dance and arch toward him. Behind her, another stroke landed, erasing any of the pleasure she felt from having her pussy filled. Now Steve was kissing her and squeezing her bound breasts while Ethan finger-fucked her.
“Please,” she begged. “Please.”
There were no more cane strokes. Instead, she felt Jonathan’s thick cock between her ass cheeks.
“You want to be fucked, baby?” he asked in a menacing tone. “Here? In your tight little asshole?”
She whimpered. Yes, there. Anywhere. Ethan’s fingers drove deeper into her pussy. Steve squeezed and slapped her breasts.
“Yes, Sir,” she whined. “Please, yes.”
She felt cold lube rubbed over her hole, then Jonathan’s slick cock probing her. While she pulled at the chains, while Steve held her face and kissed her, Jonathan drove forward inch by inch into her clenching ass. With Steve’s body in front of her, she couldn’t move away. She could only stand in her bonds as Jonathan pushed deeper and deeper. She groaned into Steve’s mouth at the penetrating ache. Bear it. Just bear it. Her ass resisted even though she wanted what Jonathan was doing to her. Soon, the initial tension passed, and another whimper eked out of her.