50 - Good Girl

"Find what you love and let it kill you."

― Charles Bukowski

. . .

OLIVIA WOODS

Something cold. They were pressing something cold into me. I struggled to get away. Xerxes wrapped a hand around my neck, a silent threat.

"Come on, little one," Ashton murmured. "Relax for daddy. You know I won't hurt you, right?" I nodded, whimpering when he spanked me harshly. He continued spanking me, on both sides till my body loosened.

"Good girl," Zavier said as he pressed kisses on my spine, making me arch my back. Ashton pressed that cold thing inside of it. I gasped. Zavier reached down to push at my gag, chuckling darkly when I struggled.

"So pretty with a plug in you, little one," Ashton said. "This ass belongs to us, yes?"

He spanked me. "Yes?" I nodded, whimpering. Zavier moved.

"I promised my kitten something, didn't I?" He asked softly as he took the cuffs off the spreader bar. He turned me around so that I was laying on my back. My hands and ankles were freed now with cuffs around them. My hand went to my gag. Ashton slapped my breast.

"Who gave you permission, slut?" He asked, raising an eyebrow as he gently massaged the breast he had hurt. "Hands above your head."

I did as I was told. Zavier spread my legs and attacked the cuffs to the bed somehow. It was like they had hidden weapons all around the freaking room. He pulled at my hips till my pussy was near his face.

He took a lick, from the plug inside to me to my clit. I was so wet I could almost hear it. He sucked on my clit gently, his fingers trailing up and down my thighs.

He licked my clit, making me whimper softly, and then he nibbled at it. I tried to move away. He spanked me, right there, and then rubbed my pussy as if massaging the pain in. Tears filled my eyes.

I felt lips on my breasts. Xerxes. And then lips on my neck. Ashton.

Zavier pressed a finger at my opening and gently pressed in. I forced myself to not struggle and he put all of his finger inside of me.

"So tight," Zavier muttered. "And you are so fucking wet." He kissed my thigh. "You are soaking the sheets, little whore. Makes me want to ruin this little pussy."

His words....

Xerxes pulled at the butterflies hanging from the clamps. I flinched. He pulled harder, slapping me on the face firmly. "Don't struggle, little love." He kissed the spot under my lips. "I can make you completely immobile, slut. I can torture this body for hours."

I clenched around Zavier's fingers, making him chuckle. "Someone likes the idea." He pulled his finger out and then he dived in, spitting and growling hungrily as he feasted on me, hands gripping my thighs in a bruising grip. He sucked harshly on my clit, making it swell more. I was struggling to not squirm, my mind filled with pleasure and whimpers leaving my gagged mouth.

He bought me to the brink of orgasm and then spanked me there again. I screamed into the gag, feeling lips on either side of my neck.

"Desperate slut," Ashton said into my ear. "Your pleasure is ours, little girl. Your whole fucking body is."

Zavier licked me again, bringing me to the edge again. I was sniffling now.

So close. So close.

He sucked harshly on my clit and I came. My thighs trembled wildly and my whole body twitched with the force of the orgasm. He licked me through it, till I was sobbing because of overstimulation. He finally moved away and stood up. He undid my cuffs and turned me around.

"Thirty spanks, little love," Xerxes said. "You can take it, can't you?" He asked in my ear. "You can be a good whore, yes?"

I nodded. I felt him removing the gag. It was thrown away. Ashton grabbed my neck. "Open your mouth."

I did.

He spat inside. "Swallow."

I gulped it down, mesmerized by how dark his green eyes looked. I felt wetness leaking out of me.

He took me in his arms and bent me over his lap.

He spanked me, his strong hand coming down at my ass.

It was a struggle to not squirm away from pain. His hand came down again. This time a whimper left my lips.

He rubbed my ass, spanking me the same way he had the last time. Luring me into fake security and then turning my ass red when I least expected it. The plug made the spanking unbearable. With every spank, he managed to push at the plug which made me yelp.

He laid the tenth one down, the heel of his palm bumping on the plug. I was a whimpering, crying mess.

I felt myself being laid on another lap. Zavier.

He spanked on on the same so it, again and again, making sure to bruise it completely. He pressed on the plug in between every spank, making me yelp and then whimper.

"Take it like a good girl, whore," he ordered. "Otherwise I'll make it fucking thirty, you hear me? Don't fucking move."

I tried to stay still. He spanked me quickly then, still at the same damn spot. When he was done, he ran his hand through my hair.

"Good girl," he whispered, wiping my tears away. That made me feel better but Xerxes was left.

He put me on his lap in a way I was straddling him. My pussy rubbed against his thigh.

"Don't move your hips."

He spanked me and a loud cry left my lips, my fingers digging into his skin. I could feel myself leaking on his lap.

"Dirty fucking whore. I'll have you screaming like this on my cock soon." He fisted my hair with one hand and pressed his lips on mine, spanking me again. "I'll make you beg to come and then beg me to stop." He spanked me again. "I'll make that pussy stretch open, Little girl. I'll fuck it till it's swollen and too fucking sensitive to touch." He kept spanking me after that, not even letting me breathe because of his kisses.

When he was done, I was still crying. I felt the cuffs being removed and then the nipple clamps which hurt too much. The plug wasn't removed and I did not have the energy to ask them to remove it.

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