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I whined as I tottered about, my feet searching. I was unnerved by the strange position. Then I stiffened, when a vibe was jammed against my mound, over my clit…and turned on. The buzz rumbled, racing high and humming core-deep, as a man grasped my breast, and another hugged me from behind.

Was this their punishment?

Above, someone wormed a small pine-cone into my palm, until I curled my fingers and held it, though with every second the spines seemed to cut into my palm, more and more. If I dropped it, all this would cease. If I dropped it, would I fail finally? I didn’t know, I didn’tcare.

I hung onto it grimly, though the tiny prickles cautioned my skin.

The vibe and their ownership of my body, their murmured teasing words, as they kissed and grasped my skin—I screwed my feet into the earth and prayed I wouldn’t combust.

But that vibe… I grunted as they increased the power, and I began to shake.

My thighs clenched and unclenched. The moans wouldn’t stop edging out, past the gag, in a blatant declaration of how they were wrecking me.

I didn’t want this to stop.

“I could cane her anyway. No?”

Cassius laughed. “Fuck no. Those bruises will take a week to fade. Though, man, anything looks good right now. Look at how she wriggles.” Then he nuzzled his head into the angle of my neck, and from that I knew it was him behind me. “I promise you there’ll be no stitching, Charity. You smell good. Fuck though, I’m going to bury my cock in you and watch you scream as you come.”

“And come and come,” the doctor murmured. The multiple clicks warned me, and the vibe erupted like an untamed engine, rattling into my clit, making me ache and whimper and spit.

I gasp-screamed silently and hurtled into a climax, only to emerge, limp and panting, still bound, still hanging in ropes, and have the vibe pushed onto me again.

“Another one, Charity, before we go whole hog,” the doctor said. “Just know, Cassius, if I decide to suture her cunt or do anything at all, pierce her nipples with safety pins,anything, at all. You say, yes sir, unless you want to leave. This is my island.”

“Hey? What?” But Cassius was poking at my back with a very hard erection. I doubt he recognized the words. His bite on my shoulder made me thrust forward and meet the vibe head-on.

My legs were half-jelly.

My breathing was ragged. A high-pitched tone ran on and on, somewhere between my ears. My thighs spasmed and quaked, and the shaking spoke of exhaustion. Havoc was wreaked when two fingers were shoved inside me then slickly pulled out then squeezed in. As my body jerked, the rope connected to my hair tugged at my ass. The hands and mouths on me boiled the sensations into a torrent of lust and demands, and plaintive whimpers that were torn from my lungs. I strained, body bowing forward as the demonic vibe cast me into another orgasm, where I cried out, blanking, with the world sliding away.

“Fuck, fuck.” I came down panting, snorting at times, and someone was removing the butt plug. They stuck a finger up there. I gulped, struggling to make my head make sense of this.

The finger moved in, revolved. It was a finger that was not where a finger should go.

“She’s ready,” Cassius said. “Nice and open.”

“No.” I spluttered, squeezing my eyes shut, and wishing the sweat rolling into them was gone. “No. No.” But the pine-cone was still in my hand. Gingerly, with fingertips, I felt along the sharp points, then I clenched my hand and held it grimly, tighter. At least one of the spikes made me bleed.

“Good.” The doctor had undone the rope from my hair, and now he used my hair to drag back my head. I held the pine-cone, ever tighter. “Stick your cock in her and shut her up.”

Which was when I felt a cock prod me and push a fraction into my ass, pressing inexorably, with the man’s hands on my hips keeping me still, stopping me from pulling away. I keened at the pain, because anal always gave initial pain, and I wasn’t quite ready. I wasn’t, even if my body was in tatters, gathering itself from a recentO. I would never be ready for anal.

Panting, I writhed as much as I could, until the doctor spoke again.

“Here.” He pushed the vibe to my clit as if it could shape itself there, as if I was made of dough. The pressure thrummed those vibrations into my very bones. I moaned, and my eyes surely rolled upward, for I ceased to see anything, not even the glow of sunlight through the cloth. The thrust of cock into my ass continued, in small surges, while I jerked and protested the touch of the vibe. It was too much, too soon, on an over-sensitive part.

The circle of muscle at my ass gave way, slowly, and allowed Cassius in, and he swore and let out his own groan as he seated himself, impossibly deep. He grunted out a “God, she feels good.”

I let out a sob, past the soaked rope securing my mouth. My tongue bumped on the roughness, which only reminded of what they’d done. Rope in my mouth. Cock in my ass, and it seemed to pulse and grow larger by the second. This was barbaric. I was sweating and tied by my hands while two men toyed with me and used me.

As Cassius began to shunt in and out, my own drool spattered my chest. The crude fullness where no cock normally went had weirded me out before, when I had tried this. This timenowas not an option, unless… The spikes of the pine-cone taunted me, and I gripped them as lovingly as I would a cock if one were to be given me, now. And I cursed, and I cried, because the vibe,that bastard vibe, it was beginning to feel ever so good.

They pulled it off my clit. I heard the thud as it hit the ground.Fuck.

Cassius thrust as the doctor hoisted my legs hip-high and kissed my mouth. Then he shoved himself into my other hole.

“Mmmph,” was my best rebuttal to that.


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