was, he pushed into me harder. I could barely breathe
now, and I saw dancing white lights at the edges of my vision. As his movement
stuttered, as his muscles contracted, I heard him say gutturally, “Now.”
As he shot his hot
load onto the back of my throat, as he pulled me toward him and held me there,
cutting off my breath even more, I felt again that pressure at my ass.
Something cold and liquid dripped on me, and then before I could pull away, a
slim, very cold object was shoved in my asshole. Even though I could tell it
wasn’t very big, it still hurt like hell, tearing at a place that had never
been touched before. The cold pain behind me combined with the hot, salty come
in my mouth, and at that moment the other men started to spurt, as if they’d
just been waiting for Jake to give them permission. I felt come hit my cheeks,
my hair, my exposed neck, my breasts. I closed my eyes for a moment as one man
aimed for my temple and jerked his cock up, milking it six, seven times. The
smell of come filled my nose, and I pulled away from Jake long enough to take
in a choked breath, to push back those dancing white lights. Then I
deep-throated him again, his own liquids lubricating my now-open throat.
Above me, he laughed
in what sounded like complete joy. Even though I was consumed by the pain at my
asshole, I felt something cold at the base of my spine, and the sound of a
chain rattled. As the last remaining men came on me, raining thick white
streams onto my skin, the small red-haired woman who had been staring at me
earlier came forward, the chain in her hand. She gave it to Jake, who slid out
of my mouth unceremoniously. I remained forward over the chair, gasping,
pulling in breath, closing my lips as Zee shot his load directly at my mouth.
Jake said, “Oh, my
whore, you are covered in come. You’re dripping.”
It wasn’t the only
place I was dripping. Even with the fire in my ass (now easing a bit as I
breathed into it), I could feel my pussy was inflamed and as wet as my face.
“You deserve such a reward, whore.” And with that, Jake tugged the chain.
I toppled forward,
folding at my stomach over the top of the chair. The chain was directly
connected to the steel hook in my ass. As he pulled, I would have followed him
anywhere, if I hadn’t been hobbled at the ankles, if I hadn’t been stuck where
I was. My hands, though, I hoped he’d be pleased to note, still hadn’t slipped
on the seat of the chair. Even though the pain was intense as he teased and
tugged on the chain, I kept my hands in place. He’d told me not to move them,
and I would make him proud.
“Stand, my little
slut,” said Jake.
I did, stretching my
back as I did so. The man nearest me was standing stock-still, openmouthed,
staring at me. With one leg swipe, I could have brought him down. Just
imagining doing it made me feel better.
Standing seem to drive
the anal hook farther in and even though I clenched and relaxed, I couldn’t
shake the feeling of being stretched, inside and out. Come dripped from both my
nipples and I started shaking as if I were freezing, though I wasn’t. I was hot
as hell.
Around me, most of the
men had lost interest in me completely. They backed away, zipping their flies,
chatting as if they were in a cafe, drifting back to their cards. They’d just
come on a whore, and now they were going to have another drink.
My cheeks flamed as
much as my ass did.
Jake slid the chair to
the side so that I was facing him. He still held the chain. He affixed it to
the back of my collar and tightened it somehow, so that when he pulled on my
leash at the front of my collar, the hook in my ass behind me went in deeper.
He tested it twice, and seemed satisfied by my gasps. The woman handed Jake two
more thin chains. He affixed them to the front of my collar, then draped them
toward my breasts. The nipple clamps came out from his pocket, and I silenced the
inner groan I felt. My poor nipples, sore to the very air,
now, and I saw dancing white lights at the edges of my vision. As his movement
stuttered, as his muscles contracted, I heard him say gutturally, “Now.”
As he shot his hot
load onto the back of my throat, as he pulled me toward him and held me there,
cutting off my breath even more, I felt again that pressure at my ass.
Something cold and liquid dripped on me, and then before I could pull away, a
slim, very cold object was shoved in my asshole. Even though I could tell it
wasn’t very big, it still hurt like hell, tearing at a place that had never
been touched before. The cold pain behind me combined with the hot, salty come
in my mouth, and at that moment the other men started to spurt, as if they’d
just been waiting for Jake to give them permission. I felt come hit my cheeks,
my hair, my exposed neck, my breasts. I closed my eyes for a moment as one man
aimed for my temple and jerked his cock up, milking it six, seven times. The
smell of come filled my nose, and I pulled away from Jake long enough to take
in a choked breath, to push back those dancing white lights. Then I
deep-throated him again, his own liquids lubricating my now-open throat.
Above me, he laughed
in what sounded like complete joy. Even though I was consumed by the pain at my
asshole, I felt something cold at the base of my spine, and the sound of a
chain rattled. As the last remaining men came on me, raining thick white
streams onto my skin, the small red-haired woman who had been staring at me
earlier came forward, the chain in her hand. She gave it to Jake, who slid out
of my mouth unceremoniously. I remained forward over the chair, gasping,
pulling in breath, closing my lips as Zee shot his load directly at my mouth.
Jake said, “Oh, my
whore, you are covered in come. You’re dripping.”
It wasn’t the only
place I was dripping. Even with the fire in my ass (now easing a bit as I
breathed into it), I could feel my pussy was inflamed and as wet as my face.
“You deserve such a reward, whore.” And with that, Jake tugged the chain.
I toppled forward,
folding at my stomach over the top of the chair. The chain was directly
connected to the steel hook in my ass. As he pulled, I would have followed him
anywhere, if I hadn’t been hobbled at the ankles, if I hadn’t been stuck where
I was. My hands, though, I hoped he’d be pleased to note, still hadn’t slipped
on the seat of the chair. Even though the pain was intense as he teased and
tugged on the chain, I kept my hands in place. He’d told me not to move them,
and I would make him proud.
“Stand, my little
slut,” said Jake.
I did, stretching my
back as I did so. The man nearest me was standing stock-still, openmouthed,
staring at me. With one leg swipe, I could have brought him down. Just
imagining doing it made me feel better.
Standing seem to drive
the anal hook farther in and even though I clenched and relaxed, I couldn’t
shake the feeling of being stretched, inside and out. Come dripped from both my
nipples and I started shaking as if I were freezing, though I wasn’t. I was hot
as hell.
Around me, most of the
men had lost interest in me completely. They backed away, zipping their flies,
chatting as if they were in a cafe, drifting back to their cards. They’d just
come on a whore, and now they were going to have another drink.
My cheeks flamed as
much as my ass did.
Jake slid the chair to
the side so that I was facing him. He still held the chain. He affixed it to
the back of my collar and tightened it somehow, so that when he pulled on my
leash at the front of my collar, the hook in my ass behind me went in deeper.
He tested it twice, and seemed satisfied by my gasps. The woman handed Jake two
more thin chains. He affixed them to the front of my collar, then draped them
toward my breasts. The nipple clamps came out from his pocket, and I silenced the
inner groan I felt. My poor nipples, sore to the very air,
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