Dangerously Big by Cleo Peitsche

down my arms. Now my bare breasts are on display for my bosses.  
    “Here,” Hawthorne says. He hands something to Romeo.
    I look down and immediately wish I hadn’t.  
    Romeo holds two small but brutal-looking metal clips in his palm. I feel my face go hot, and I look imploringly into Romeo’s eyes. “Please don’t…” I say.
    “I’d prefer you ask for punishment,” Slade says.
    I lick my lips. “I deserve punishment.” I stop just short of asking for a spanking instead. Maybe the clips won’t be so bad.  
    “Yes, you do deserve punishment,” Romeo says. He nods, and he’s so serious. “I’m going to help you with that, Lindsay.”  
    He presses on the clips, and the jagged teeth gape. “Come closer.”
    I take a hesitant step forward, then another.  
    “Closer.”
    Closing my eyes, I lean forward.
    The cool metal bites slowly into my nipples, both at the same time, and I screw up my face and gnaw on my lip. “Ow, ow, ow,” I moan.
    Someone pulls my head back, then Hawthorne is rudely kissing my mouth. If it weren’t morning, if he hadn’t just shaved, I’d have stubble burn all over my chin and cheeks for the next few hours.
    Hawthorne kisses the same way he likes his fellatio: with zero regard for a lady’s satisfaction. Not to say that I don’t take perverse pleasure from what he does, but ninety percent of the time, it’s a byproduct.  
    There is that other ten percent, but something tells me I won’t be seeing any kindness today. My burning nipples are proof of that.
    “Remove your skirt,” Slade says.  
    My hands shake as I hurry to comply with his wishes. When the skirt falls to the floor, I kick it away so it won’t get trampled by the horny men in their enormous shoes.
    After all, I still have a full day of work ahead of me.
    Romeo pulls down his pants, the metal of the belt jingling.  
    That’s good. One belt out of commission, two more to go.
    Slade pushes me toward Romeo, then grabs my left knee and lifts it onto the table. Now my legs are on either side of one of Romeo’s muscular thighs. I want to rock myself against him, but I don’t dare. I hear foil packets opening—two of them.  
    Starting the day off with some rough double penetration is a dream come true, but the clamps… my god, they hurt.
    Slade moves my other knee onto the table, and I’m forced to kneel over Romeo, who is still sitting up. His stiff cock is at attention. I stare down at him, and I feel like I’m standing in an airplane, no parachute strapped to my back and nothing but pain and suffering awaiting me. Romeo is… huge. Even porn stars don’t have dicks like Romeo’s.  
    Fucking a guy his size is a hot fantasy, but I’d have to be crazy to want to accept him inside my unprepared pussy.  
    But in this matter, I have no choice. I’m submissive to my bosses, and they’re angry with me. I disobeyed them.  
    Really, I should be happy that Hawthorne isn’t whipping my ass with his belt. And… it must be said that I’m still wearing the bra loosely on my arms. Maybe they won’t throw it out—
    Hawthorne grabs my waist and forces me onto Romeo’s shaft. As I sink lower, something hard and familiar pokes at my asshole.
    “Oh no,” I whimper. Romeo slowly settles in me, and my body stretches to accommodate him. Tight spasms ripple through my center.
    Hawthorne yanks my head back. “You need to learn to follow the rules, Lindsay,” he says, and I know he’s not just talking about my sartorial choices. This is about last night, the kidnapping, my secrets.
    He covered for me, and that comes with a price. In this case, his thick cock pushing into my virginal ass. Technically I’ve been fucked in the rear plenty of times (most of them since meeting my bosses), but with Romeo in my pussy, I really could use a little breathing room.
    Hawthorne bucks his hips, and I realize I’m not going to get a break. I’m pretty sure he’s not using lube, but that doesn’t stop him from pressing