DOCTOR DAN'S EROTIC STORIES
FANTASY
AUTHOR | Lady M |
DATE ADDED | 6th November 2002 |
AUTHOR EMAIL | ashkevron15@yahoo.com |
STORY CODES | M/F, rape, rough, DP |
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I can see
it in my dreams some nights. It's not exactly a nightmare, but you'd think
so by the way it makes me move under the sheets, by the way my body is covered
in perspiration, by the way I cry out as I tremble and wake. I suppose to
many, it would be a nightmare - one of those terrible events you shut out
and never speak of again - the kind you don't want to remember. Maybe I'm
different because it hasn't actually happened. Maybe I want it to just to
assuage my curiosity. Whatever the reason, I am different, and I want this
to happen. I want this to be a prophetic dream.
It always starts the same. I'm wearing my usual jeans and sweater in the cool
autumn weather. No jacket because it's a beautiful day, and my hair is whipping
around in the breeze as I step out of my truck in the mall parking lot. I
live in a pretty big town that still pretends to be small. The mall isn't
that big, most of the stores in the area are locally owned, and everyone pretends
to know everyone else. Strange that in my dream nobody pretends to know me.
It's like I wasn't even there in that parking lot. Except three people did
notice me. Most women would wish it never happened. Deep down I think I crave
it.
Just as I slam the door and turn, a large callused hand slaps over my mouth.
I can tell my eyes are wide open in panic and I'm pulling as hard as I can
on the arm around me. But with my hands clutching and pulling at the first
man's hand, another pair picks up my feet, and a third pair grips tightly
to my thighs just above the knees. I was twisting and trying to kick, but
nothing worked. They had me. The three men carried me over three or four parking
spaces. Oddly enough, I can remember that there were two little red sedans
parked next to each other between my truck and the van they tossed me into.
I was shaking all over when the closed the door, sealing me in the dark interior.
One man climbed between the front seats and sat down next to me. He held my
hand in his. I could tell form the calluses that it was the man who first
covered my mouth. That was oddly comforting, the way he cradled my hand in
his, like I was going to break. Maybe I was going to break. He might have
known it. He certainly knew what he was doing to me. He reached over in the
darkness and touched my tangled hair. I shied away and pulled my hand out
of his, then rubbed my eyes with both fists like a child wiping away tears.
That's when it started. The questions. They flew through my head and I was
too scared to ask them - to hear the answers. Why did they take me? What were
they going to do with me? Why me at all? I'm nothing special really. I'm an
average college girl. Maybe I was a little smarter than some, but not any
prettier or sexier than half the girls who went to the mall. Then the big
one hit me. Were they going to kill me? Did they think my parents could afford
a ransom?
Lucky for them or not - I'm still not sure which - money was certainly not
the object of this kidnapping. We rode in the van for a few miles and I could
feel each turn because I slid a little across the bare floor in the back.
I tried to remember how many turns, which direction, how far in between. It
was just too many and I didn't have a pen to write with. It's funny the things
you miss when you think you might be killed. All I wanted for that half hour
drive was a pen and a scrap of paper. We stopped for a minute and I heard
voices outside the van, but the man with me in the back wasn't bothered, so
I knew it wasn't the police. In fact, it seemed to be other members of their
group. Two more men and a very tall, very athletic looking woman crawled into
the back of the van.
The woman was taller than some of the men. She must have been six feet tall.
Most of the men were pretty average looking. The man with the callused hands
looked like he was the tallest - and the biggest all around. He had a huge
barrel chest and very stocky legs and arms, but he didn't appear to be fat
at all. I couldn't tell much about his features or coloring in the dark.
We drove for another hour - it felt like so much longer - and I kept looking
at my watch and trying to figure out how far away we could be. Then the van
slowed and stopped. I could hear it crunching on a gravel driveway. The driver
turned in his seat and told them to make sure they had a good hold on me before
they opened the doors. His voice was deep and cold and more than a little
frightening.
When the door opened, I blinked in the bright sunshine after so long in the
dark. I could feel a callused hand gripping my wrist and I looked up. The
man holding my arm was so much bigger in the light. He towered over me and
I wasn't used to that. He made me feel small and helpless just by standing
there. His hair was thick and brown had a bit of a wave to it, and his eyes
were narrowed as they looked at me. "Walk," he ordered me and pushed
me towards an enormous house across the driveway.
I stumbled a little and he gave me a moment to regain my balance, and then
pushed me forward again. I was surprised at how he seemed to almost care about
me. He was almost being considerate - except he had kidnapped me. The others
climbed out of the van and the woman walked beside me to the house. She was
almost a head taller than me and her arms looked very toned under her tight
sweater. I guessed she was about thirty. I think all of my kidnappers were
between thirty and forty years old.
I tried to hide my fear as we walked up the front steps, but she grabbed my
chin in her hands before she opened the door and looked me in the eyes. "You
had best please him, girl. It's your only chance." I was totally confused
by this and it must have shown on my face. She looked over my head to the
man holding me. "You didn't tell her?"
He shook his head and gestured to the four men by the van. The woman nodded
and opened the door, then pulled me in after her. The big man stayed outside.
I felt a little better in the house. After all, what could they possibly want
with me? I didn't owe anyone money or anything. I don't do drugs or mess with
other people's kids. Maybe it was all a mistake. Certainly someone in a house
this grand couldn't be too bad.
We walked down a long hallway with large oak doors on either side and grand
archways that lead into beautiful, richly decorated rooms. I felt more confident
with each step and lifted my head. I had spent my whole life looking at beautiful
houses and interiors, and the surroundings comforted me. The woman led me
to a pair of double doors and knocked softly. The doors swung open and revealed
a gorgeous library. There were books of every age on the shelves from floor
to ceiling. The carpet was lush and crimson in color, with matching cushions
on the three large chairs. A man sat in one of those chairs, reading a small
leather-bound book. He looked up as we entered and laid the book down on a
side table. He was tall and lean with a sharp nose and icy blue eyes.
The woman backed out of the room and as she closed the doors behind her, all
of my fears came rushing back. "Why am I here?" I blurted it out
without thinking. Then I heard the noise. The man took my hand and pulled
me around to see behind his desk. There was girl there, about my age. She
was completely naked and tears streaked her face as she struggled in her bonds.
There was another girl, wearing only a strap-on dildo, who was viciously thrusting
into the first girl's pussy. I blushed and looked away, but the man held my
chin and made me look at them. I was terrified and disgusted, but strangely,
I was also turned on.
The man pushed me down on my hands and knees and moved my face in front of
the first girl's. He brushed a damp strand of her dark hair away from her
face and touched his finger to her lips, then mine. I leaned in and brushed
my lips across hers. She whimpered and pulled back, and then I realized the
other woman had leaned forward and was tugging on her nipples. The man pushed
me forward again and I held the kiss longer this time, running my tongue across
her lips. When I pulled back the man was smiling and he pulled me up and led
me out of the library.
"Well," he said softly as he closed the doors. "You do need
some work. Not much though, you certainly have the potential." My confused
expression made him chuckle. "Oh child," he touched my shoulder,
"You will understand soon enough." He started walking down the hallway,
and I couldn't think of what else to do, so I followed.
He went through one of the archways, down a staircase, and then through another
hall to a small room decorated in reds and golds. He cocked his head to the
side and looked at me, "No, this one won't do." Then he led me down
the hall to another room. As he opened the door I gasped. There were mirrors
on the far wall from floor to ceiling, and the other walls were draped with
a rich emerald and cream fabric. In the center of the room was the biggest
bed I had ever seen, and tied to the bed, spread-eagled, was yet another girl
of about my age.
The man looked at me again, as if comparing my coloring to the room, and nodded.
"Yes, I think this is it." I learned later that he was checking
my coloring. He matches the girls to rooms that suit them. He pulled me over
to the girl who was obviously in some distress. Her head was rolling from
side to side, short blonde curls sticking to her sweaty forehead, and her
hips were rocking up and down on the bed. I could see her arms and legs tensing
as she pulled at the silk ties holding her open.
The man grabbed me by the arm and unbuttoned my pants before I could say anything.
I pulled away as his hand touched my zipper. "No! What do you think you're
doing?" I yelled.
He clapped his hands and the big man stepped into the room a few moments later.
"John, convince the child that she must cooperate," the voice was
much colder and his eyes were narrowed. John yanked me against him and grabbed
the collar of my sweater in his two big hands, then ripped the back open and
threw the pieces to the floor. I was still pressed up tightly to him and he
unhooked my bra, dropping that as well. I pushed, trying to get away and I
could feel tears running down my burning cheeks. John shoved me backwards
and I tripped and fell on my back between the other girl's open legs. He grabbed
my jeans and yanked them off, then ripped my panties down as well.
I screamed and tried to cover myself, but my small hands barely covered one
full breast, let alone both of them and my bare pussy. John pulled my hands
away and held them up, making me stand in front of the other man. He held
both of my wrists in one hand and brushed his callused finger down the curve
of my hip. I flinched and tried to pull away. The other man reached forward
and pinched my nipples. He tugged and played with them as I struggled, and
he even took them in his mouth, one at a time, and nipped them.
Tears were streaming down my face and I sobbed. John held his hand at my hip,
pulling my ass back and crushing it against his groin. I could feel the bulge
in his pants between my ass cheeks and I trembled in fear. It was huge and
I knew what he was going to do to me. The girl on the bed had stopped moaning
and was looking down at us with curiosity. The man in charge untied her bonds
and sent her down the hall to fetch the other kidnappers. John tossed me onto
the bed as if I weighed no more than a feather, but the other man shook his
head. "No John, she is in for a special session."
I shivered and closed my eyes as John picked me up and carried me to a padded
desk chair on the other side of the room. He stood me up with my thighs pressed
against the chair back, then bent me over it and tied my wrists to the front
legs. He pulled my legs apart and tied my ankles to the back legs. When I
looked up, I could see myself in the mirrors. My face was flushed and half-covered
by my windblown hair. My breasts were hanging down and I could see that my
nipples were pointing and hard.
I don't know what happened to me. Something changed when I saw myself in the
mirror. Up until then, I could pretend it wasn't happening, but when I saw
my naked body bent over that chair, something snapped. I screamed as loud
as I could and yanked at the bonds. I even managed to get one hand free before
John slapped me twice, hard, on the face. I whimpered but closed my mouth,
tears on my now bruised cheeks.
The other kidnappers came into the room right about then, and none of them
were wearing any clothes. I could see them in the mirror, lining up behind
me, the men stroking their swelling cocks. None of them were smaller than
7 inches. The woman came up beside the man who seemed to be in charge and
smiled at him. "Well, well, Sir, I see you aren't wasting any time with
this one," she breathed in his ear and brushed her small breasts into
his arm. I turned my head away, blushing furiously when she smiled down at
me.
The man grabbed me by the hair and yanked my head back, making me cry out.
"You, child, need to learn a few lessons." He dropped my hair and
kneeled in front of me, looking me in the eye. "First, I am now your
owner, your master, and you will address me as such." He paused for a
moment and seemed to be waiting for something. Then he slapped me smartly
on the face. "When I stop speaking or ask you a question you will say
"yes Sir," or "no Sir" as the occasion warrants. Do you
understand me?"
I nodded and whispered, "Yes Sir."
"Very good, child. Lesson two - you are now my whore. Your body belongs
to me and you will never deny me anything I want from it. If I chose to give
you to my employees, you will service them in any way they please. When I
tell you to cum, you had better be screaming in pleasure within five seconds.
When you fail me, you will suffer for it." He said the last part very
softly, almost gently, as he stroked my hair.
"Yes Sir. Anything you want, I will do," I almost choked on the
sobs that escaped from my lips.
"Lesson three - sometimes I will punish you simply because I enjoy it.
You will enjoy it eventually as well. Do you understand everything so far?"
I sniffled and nodded my head, barely whispering, "Yes, Sir."
"Now child, you will stop crying. We've barely begun and by the time
this night is over, being naked in front of strangers will feel like nothing
at all." He stood up and beckoned each of his employees over, beginning
with the woman. "This is Susan. You will address her as Mistress Susan
or Mistress when she is with you. If you do not, she has permission to make
you regret it."
Next he introduced me to the man who drove the van. "This is my son,
Jared, and he is allowed to do what he wants with you, whenever he wants to
as long as I am not with you. I will warn you now not to cross him, child.
He can be cruel to his little slaves." He said the last with a chuckle
of fatherly pride and ruffled his son's sandy hair. They had the same icy
eyes and sharply pointed nose.
He gestured to a short, stocky man with a purpling bruise on his left cheek.
"And here is Matt. I can tell you're going to be trouble for him already.
He loves it when the slaves fight back, and that was quite a kick you landed
on his face." He chuckled again and brought forward two men who looked
very much alike. Both average height, with short black hair and a bit of a
beer belly. "Now, this is Kyle and his brother Andy. They have very -
interesting - desires and I imagine you will discover what they are soon enough."
He grinned rather wickedly and gestured for the now naked John to come over.
My eyes nearly popped out of my head when I saw the size of his prick - over
10 inches and still not completely hard. The Master saw where my eyes went
and chuckled. "It seems you recognize John already, child. You two will
be much better acquainted before the night is over."
The kidnappers were all standing around me again, and Susan knelt behind me
and pressed her thumb into my clit. I jumped and wished desperately that I
could get away. She just laughed and flicked my sensitive little bud with
her tongue, sending shivers up and down my spine. Then she swiped her tongue
slowly from my clit to my asshole in one stroke. I nearly died with embarrassment,
but at the same time I wanted her to do it again, to do more. She pointed
her tongue and thrust it into my cunt, lapping around the entrance and teasing
my clit with her fingers. I whimpered and my hips moved on the back of the
chair. I could see her look up at the Master in the mirror and flash a smile
at him. He lifted my head again by the hair and told me to open my mouth.
I shook my head and tried to pull away, but he smacked me again and again
until I was dazed and my eyes wouldn't focus properly for a moment. He pinched
my nostrils closed and eventually my mouth popped open, gasping for breath.
He stuffed the head of his prick into my mouth, shoving it back until it hit
my throat and I gagged. "If you touch me with those teeth, child, I will
see to it that you regret it," he growled as he pulled his prick back,
then shoved it in again, harder.
Susan was sucking on my clit and by then my body was reacting to her touch.
I couldn't help it. As she nibbled on my clit, small breathy moans started
to escape from my lips around the Master's cock and I could feel myself getting
wetter. Susan pulled away with a small smile on her face, licking my juices
from her lips. I whimpered, pushing my hips back shamelessly, and she smacked
my ass with her open palm. "You're a little whore, aren't you? You loved
my tongue on your clit and you don't even know me." She laughed and smacked
me again.
I closed my eyes, tears trickling down my cheeks and rubbed my tongue along
the Master's cock. She was right. God, she was so right. I am a slut. As the
realization came to me, I felt something nudging the opening of my pussy.
I looked up and saw John behind me, his cock bumping my pussy lips, then rubbing
between them and teasing my clit. I pushed my hips back as far as I could
and sealed my lips around the Master's cock, sucking his shaft as hard as
I could. I heard him groan and he shoved his prick right down my throat, then
started fucking it in and out of my mouth and throat, using my face like a
cunt. John took that as his cue and shoved his cock head inside my pussy.
I winced in pain - he was so big and he was stretching my cunt. He moaned
and pushed in farther. "Shit! This bitch is tight," he called out
to the others. He grabbed my hips and thrust forward, burying his cock to
the hilt in me. I screamed around the Master's cock and the tears came again,
faster than before.
"Jesus! She's a goddamn virgin!" John almost whispered when he saw
the blood seeping out and dripping down my thighs. My pussy was crying blood
- crying for my lost innocence and my pain. Crying like I never would again.
The others looked on with new interest and the Master gripped my hair, holding
my head still as he fucked my throat. John pulled his long shaft almost the
whole way out, then thrust it back in hard, making me groan with the new pain
and the old combining. By the fourth thrust, it didn't hurt so much. By the
eighth, I was getting wet again and he knew it. "Look at the bitch now,"
he crowed in delight as he sawed that massive prick in and out of my pussy.
"Look at her wet cunt sucking on my cock."
The others were looking. They never stopped watching and waiting for their
turns. They could see how my inner lips puckered and rolled in when John thrust
his cock inside me. They could see it the first time I rocked my hips back
to meet his forward thrust. I knew it was over by then. I had no chance against
them, and truthfully, I didn't want to fight it anymore. I flicked my tongue
out on the Master's cock and rubbed the vein on the bottom as he pulled out
of my mouth. His hands never left my hair as he buried his cock in my mouth
again and again. Then he pulled out and took a step back, jacking his cock
in his fists until his cum started spurting out, the thick fluid covering
my face and dripping to the floor. I licked my lips as far around as I could
get, slurping up the sticky mess. He pushed his cock back to my lips and I
licked the last bits of cum from the tip, then looked up and said, "Thank
you, Master."
Chapter 2
The Master
looked down at my sticky, cum-covered face and smiled. "Good girl."
He watched my face the whole time John was fucking me. He could see the mounting
pleasure in my eyes and the way my nose scrunched up a little every time the
huge cock was thrust into me. I was whimpering and moaning and gasping for
breath, my whole body tensed. I felt like a guitar string wound a little too
tight - everything was beautiful and off key at the same time. The things
they did to me - I loved the way they made me feel - but my mind was twisted
in anger and pain and confusion.
John was grunting each time he pushed between my thighs and I could see beads
of sweat on his forehead. His strokes were getting shorter, but he was pumping
faster with each passing moment. His cock was dragging the flesh of my pussy
in and out with it. I tilted my head back and cried out as my whole body tensed
and started trembling. The Master was holding my chin in his hand, watching
my eyes. While I was looking at the Master, his son stepped forward and viciously
slapped the small of my back, leaving a bright red mark on my pale flesh.
Before I could even catch my breath and deal with the sudden pain, he brought
his hand down again, slightly lower, overlapping the first stinging mark.
I screamed and John moaned as I unconsciously clenched down on his cock. Jared
slammed his palm into the soft flesh of my ass and I bucked, screaming in
pain, my back on fire from the slaps. John was shaking and I could feel his
cock throbbing harder than before as I jerked my hips, trying to avoid Jared's
hand.
John's fingers dug into my hips and he slammed his cock into me, then held
it there as he came, soaking my cunt with his sperm. Jared pulled my head
up and made me look at him while he slapped my ass again and again as John's
cum leaked around his softening cock, dripping down my inner thighs. As John
pulled out, he reached under and stroked my clit with one callused finger,
making a shiver run through my aching body, pushing me so close to the edge.
Susan scratched her fingernail down my spine, scraping across the palm-sized
marks on my back, and I screamed in frustration and pain.
Matt stepped up next to Jared and slapped me on the face, leaving a welt on
my cheekbone to mirror the one I had given him. He laughed and looked up at
the Master, "Looks like the bitch wants to cum." He pinched the
back of my arm and twisted his fingers. "I don't think she deserves it
yet." The Master simply smiled and stood up straight, then walked out
of the room.
Susan knelt by my head and bit my earlobe, "You're in trouble now, girl,"
she whispered. The others all came closer and Matt untied my hands and feet,
then picked me up and carried me out of the room. I hung over his shoulder,
limp as a doll, and craved nothing more than to have John's cock fucking my
pussy again. I don't understand it - I probably never will - but what I know
is that my body wanted it.
I could hear the others walking behind us and whispering among themselves.
John said something that sounded like tight and his voice seemed a little
shaky. I was hoping he would be ready for more by the time we got to wherever
Matt was taking me. He nudged open a door with his toe, but I couldn't see
anything in the dark room. I don't think there were any windows, but I could
tell the room was colder than the last - I was shivering before we were three
steps beyond the door and my nipples were hard and chafing against Matt's
back.
He pulled a chain above his head and a dim light flickered, then came on.
I gasped as I caught my first glimpse of the room. It was almost completely
bare and the walls and floor were concrete. The only piece of furniture in
the room was a stool, but there were chains and hooks all over the walls -
even a few hanging from the ceiling. Matt dropped me onto the cold floor and
sat on the stool, planting his feet firmly on the ground. He looked down at
me as he stroked his cock, "You, girl, have one minute to get my cock
all the way inside your ass. I don't care how you do it, but you will - and
then you're going to fuck me with that tight little ass of yours."
I looked around at the others, hoping desperately for a show of mercy, but
they had none for me. Matt growled at me and nudged me with his toe, "You're
down to fifty-five seconds girl. I'd hurry up if I were you." I could
feel tears rolling down my cheeks, but I couldn't think of any way to avoid
this, so I stood up and turned around, then straddled his lap, my back to
him. I pulled my ass cheeks apart and pushed down on his cock head, but the
pain drove tears to my eyes and I sobbed and pulled up again. "Forty-five
seconds left, bitch," Matt rumbled in my ear.
I was wide-eyed in desperation. I knew he would beat me bloody if I didn't
do this, but it hurt so much and I didn't know how I could fit his fat cock
in my tight asshole. Susan leaned forward and stuck her finger in my still-dripping
cunt, swirled it around, then rubbed my cream on the tip of Matt's cock. I
was numb with shock as I let her touch me, then I realized what she was doing.
I pushed my hips back a little and sank my cunt down around Matt's cock and
clenched my vaginal muscles, then pulled up slowly, leaving him covered in
my cream. He groaned as I placed the head of his slimy cock against my asshole
again. I pushed down as hard as I dared, trying to relax the ring of muscles.
After a few seconds, the head popped in and I cried out in pain. I though
it would tear me apart, but Matt groaned and grabbed me by the hips, pulling
me down hard until his whole cock was buried inside me. The pain as he stretched
me wide open was incredible and I screamed again as he pulled out for the
first time. It felt like he was taking my guts out with his cock, turning
me inside out.
He buried his fingers in the flesh around my hips, digging into the bones.
I knew he was bruising me, but it felt like nothing next to the way his cock
felt as it tore in and out of my ass. Matt went slow at first, working his
way slowly into me, then pulling out carefully, trying not to hurt his fat
cock in my tight passage. After a few strokes, he could feel me loosening
up and he grunted as he slammed his cock hard into me. He was doing all the
work, picking me up and pulling me back down for every stroke, and I could
feel his hot breath on the back of my neck.
Susan was still right in front of me and she bent down, her head between my
legs. She blew a stream of hot air across my slit and pinched my clit, making
me tremble as the pleasure of her touch mixed in with the pain of my first
ass fucking. She rubbed her fingers up and down my slit, occasionally dipping
a finger inside or brushing my clit. Her hand was busy on my pussy the whole
time Matt was fucking me, and my body was driving me crazy with the new feelings
pouring in on all sides. I was gasping for breath and moaning when a wave
of intense pleasure rolled through my entire body. I could feel every muscle
tense and I rolled my head back, letting out a long, low wail of intense pleasure.
Matt drove up hard inside me and grunted as he splashed his first load of
cum inside my ass. By then, I was already over the edge, and the added sensation
just pushed me further. I must have looked like I was having seizure or something,
the way I was jerking all over Matt's lap, grinding my hips down. Susan was
holding on for dear life, never letting up on my pussy and clit as I rode
through the most intense orgasm of my young life.
Chapter 3
Matt grunted and pulled me off of his softening cock. I collapsed on the floor,
gasping for breath and trying to deal with a thousand emotions at once. Before
I even came down from my first climax, Jared was at me again, slapping me
with his heavy hands all over my back and sore ass. I couldn't even cry from
the pain - there were no tears left - so I curled up, whimpering like a wounded
dog as he hit me. When he slammed his fist into my stomach, Susan touched
him gently on the shoulder, and whispered for him to stop. I could have kissed
her I was so grateful, but I didn't think I could move.
One of the brothers, I think it was Andy, rolled out a patched air mattress
and covered it with a dirty, thin sheet. Jared pushed me on to the mattress
and hissed in my ear, "You stay here, bitch. If you move off of the mattress
I will beat you black and blue and then peel your skin off, piece by piece."
I had no intention of moving anyway, but I nodded slowly and choked back a
sob. Susan pulled Jared away and led him out the door, glancing over her shoulder
at me with a slightly worried expression on her face. John knelt beside me
and prodded the worst of my bruises, rubbed some kind of ointment over my
ass and made me lie on my back to stretch out my stomach. He massaged the
spot where Jared punched me and I flinched, crying out in pain. "Shh
3;you'd
better keep quiet, girl," he whispered to me. I nodded, gritting my teeth
to keep from screaming, and he rubbed more of the ointment over my stomach.
I must have passed out for a while. It was quiet and the room was empty when
I woke up. I stretched my arms above my head gingerly, working out the cramps
from sleeping on the bumpy air mattress. My stomach ached from the punch,
but I didn't think anything serious was wrong with it. I sat up on the mattress
and pulled the cruddy sheet around me as I looked all around the room. The
only differences from before were a lack of chains hanging from the ceiling
and walls and a real mattress had been dragged into the room next to the air
mattress.
I was too afraid of Jared to risk lying down on the real mattress, so I rolled
over and tried to fall asleep again. Just as I was wavering between sleep
and consciousness, Kyle and Andy opened the door and brought in a low table
and some food. The Master followed a few moments later and sat down on the
mattress. I sat up, nervous, and didn't even realize I had dropped the sheet,
leaving my torso naked. The Master reached forward and pinched my nipple roughly
then smiled in a cold, almost frightening way.
"I see Jared hasn't kept your body from responding, little slut,"
he chuckled cruelly and twisted my hardened nipple.
I shivered and choked out, "No, Sir. He hasn't." That seemed to
satisfy him, and he turned to Kyle and Andy, gesturing for them to bring over
the food. He picked up a slice of toast and held it to my lips. I opened my
mouth, but didn't move otherwise, hoping this was what he wanted of me. He
pushed the toast in my mouth and I bit down on the corner, then pulled back
just a little and chewed slowly, watching him cautiously.
He laughed again, "I'm not going to beat you for eating, stupid girl.
Take the damn toast and feed yourself." I almost laughed with him. In
any normal situation I might have, but instead I smiled and picked up the
toast, then devoured it. Kyle poured me a small glass of water and set it
down in front of me. I picked up the glass without thinking and took a sip,
letting the cool water sooth my dry throat.
The Master slapped the glass out of my hands and I saw it shatter all over
the floor a few feet away. "Do you not understand? You stupid girl, everything
that is yours is only that if I give it to you." He was absolutely furious,
cold eyes flashing in anger, and he slapped me hard on the cheek. "You
will ask for everything that touches your hands from this moment on. Do you
understand?"
I nodded, trembling in fear. "Yes, Sir. I have to ask for everything.
I understand, Sir."
He grabbed me by the hair and stood me up, then dragged me over to one of
the walls. Kyle and Andy followed, small grins turning up the corners of their
mouths. Andy picked up the end of a hose on his way, and Kyle reached down
to turn the nozzle, letting the water pour out. As soon as the Master stepped
out of the way, Andy aimed the cold stream at me and soaked me from head to
toe in a matter of seconds. I shrieked and tried to block the water with my
hands, but nothing worked. The icy water ran in streams down my back and between
my breasts, making my nipples crinkle and harden and giving me goose bumps
all over.
Kyle stripped and stood next to me, the water only occasionally splashing
him as Andy aimed for my body. I pulled back as Kyle gripped my wrist, and
he yanked me right in front of the cold blast. He pulled me close enough to
kick my ankles apart and force my head down. The icy water gushed down the
crack of my ass and into my cunt, washing away all of the semen from the night
before. Andy finally turned off the hose and handed his brother a ragged towel.
Kyle dried himself off and grinned at his brother.
It was then that I noticed the Master was gone. Andy came over and gripped
one of my wrists, his brother holding the other, and they dragged me back
to the mattress. Andy pushed me to my knees and then knelt behind me, reaching
around me, holding my arms to my sides and roughly cupping my breasts. Kyle
stood over me and pointed his cock at my mouth.
I forced myself to open my mouth and let him shove his cock inside. He pushed
the soft flesh between my lips and I sucked on it slowly, running my tongue
around the head as it grew. I figured that as long as I had to do it, I might
as well make it fast. My lips squeezed around the shaft and I sucked him in
deeper, then slowly pulled back, letting his cock slide out to the tip. Then
I flicked my tongue around the head, pressing it into the little slit.
As I sucked on his brother's cock, Andy crushed my breasts in his rough hands,
pinching my nipples and leaving red marks on my fair skin. He slid one hand
down my stomach and between my thighs, thrusting a finger inside my cunt.
I grunted in surprise and pushed back with my hips, bumping his cock with
my ass. He pulled the finger out and rubbed my juices around his brother's
cock, just past the point where my lips were wrapped around the shaft. Kyle
sucked in a sharp breath as I flicked my tongue out between my lips and his
cock and slurped up my own cunt juice from around his cock. Andy shoved another
finger in my pussy and swirled it around, rubbing all around my walls.
Kyle pushed my head away and Andy pushed me forward onto my hands and knees.
Then he pulled the finger from my cunt and pressed it to my asshole, lubricating
it with cunt cream. Kyle dropped down to a sitting position then lie down
on his back. Andy pushed me forward and I straddled Kyle's hips with my knees.
He looked up at me as he gripped my hips and pulled me down on his cock, "You're
a good little slut, aren't you? Sucking cocks like a fucking pro a day after
you get your first fuck. You musta been dying for a good screw you little
whore."
I just moaned in pleasure as his cock filled and stretched my pussy, slowly
pushing in, inch after inch. He pulled me down until my ass was hovering less
than half an inch from his balls. Then he pushed me back up and thrust into
me hard, making me gasp with pleasure.
Just as I was approaching a climax, Andy reached around and grabbed my hips
from behind. He held his cock in one hand and pushed it against my asshole,
then shoved the head inside. I screamed in pain as he stretched me open, filling
my ass and rubbing against his brother's cock inside me.
They set a slow pace at first; thrusting in at the same time with long, smooth
strokes. Before long, I was gasping for breath and whimpering with the combination
of pleasure and pain. I arched my back and thrust out my breasts as I writhed
on their cocks. Then they switched off, one slamming into me as the other
pulled out, and I let out a long, deep moan.
They both increased the pace and I could feel both cocks throbbing and expanding
inside me. Kyle buried his cock in my ass and grabbed my breasts, crushing
them as he spurted cum inside me. I rolled my head back, groaning as his cum
leaked out around his cock and dribbled down the inside of my thighs. Little
drops landed on Andy, the sudden touch of his brother's hot cum making him
jump. He pumped his cock inside me a few more times then slammed into me and
grunted as he came. The sensation of his hot cum filling my cunt sent me over
the edge and I screamed in orgasm, my body trembling.
At the height of my passion, I usually wake up. Sometimes it's earlier than
that, but I never get farther along in the dream. Maybe I couldn't take any
more than that and my subconscious mind knows it. But I desire this dream
like no other. It's a combination of fear and intense wanting that I don't
think I'll ever understand.