Fortune by Annabel Joseph (ebook reader for comics TXT) 📕

looked over at Sophie, watched her bring Ryan to climax just a minute or so later. She felt no jealousy, only a crippling horniness. The nipple clamp still pulled at her sore nipple, her ass still throbbed from the plug lodged there and her clit ached for satisfaction.

“What should we do with them now?” asked Dave when he caught his breath. “They still look pretty worked-up.”

“Maybe we should fuck them senseless.”

“I’m totally on board with that plan. However,” Dave added, “it’s going to be a few moments before King Dong is ready to go again.”

“Yes. It’s too bad for them. They look pretty hornified.”

Kat looked up at Ryan, embarrassed and yes, dying to come, to get fucked, to get edged…anything.

“Let’s paddle them for a while. And crop them too,” Ryan suggested brightly. Damn. Anything but that.

But Dave agreed that paddling and cropping them would be a great idea. He also suggested that they shouldn’t leave the clover clamps on too long since they were pretty powerful. Kat was greatly relieved to hear that until he went on to suggest they simply move them to the other breasts. Again, the girls were made to stand and clamp each other. This time was even worse because Kat’s other nipple was still singing with the agony of release when Sophie clamped the torturous device to the second nipple. Kat began to think that Ryan and Dave together might possibly be overkill as she clamped poor Sophie. Once they were tethered again, they were made to lie together side by side on the bed, flat on their stomachs with their arms over their heads.

Immediately Kat realized that even a slight shift would pull the chain between their nipples and result in some serious discomfort. Sophie realized it too and looked over at Kat with wide eyes. For now, it was fine, but when they were paddled…

“It’s called predicament bondage,” said Ryan, giving Kat a quick crack on the ass with the crop. Her unconscious jerk resulted in a plaintive “ouch” from her fellow sub and a sharp pain in her own nipple. “Ryan! Sir…please.”

“I suppose this would be as good a time as ever to start working on self-control and not trying to evade me. Don’t you think?”

“Yes Sir,” said Kat. Dave brought the paddle down on Sophie’s ass with a whack. It was so close to Kat that she flinched and then she felt the tug as Sophie lurched in agony. “Sorry,” Sophie whispered after the fact.

“It’s okay. Ow!”

The two men commenced to belabor their subs’ bottoms. Kat fisted her hands above her head as she tried not to reach behind her to deflect the blows. Ryan cropped her first while Dave paddled Sophie. Each time she twisted her hips to the side, she heard Sophie’s gasp and felt guilty about it because Sophie didn’t tug her breast nearly as much. After a few minutes, the men took a break, exchanging implements. Kat lay still, staring over at Sophie. Sophie smiled at her faintly but they didn’t talk. Kat was half in and half out of subspace. The throb in her ass wasn’t too unpleasant when fresh blows weren’t landing. There was just an overall warm tingling adding to the heat already overflowing between her legs. The plug still felt as if it was stretching her. Being plugged was usually a sign that Ryan intended to use her ass. Or perhaps…perhaps both of them would have a turn. The idea made her shudder with a kind of delicious fear. By the time the men recommenced, Kat was struggling not to grind her hips against the bed because she knew Ryan would hit her harder if she did.

Above their heads, Sophie reached for Kat’s hand and grasped it. Kat steeled herself under the punishing paddle strokes and disciplined herself to stillness. She tensed her muscles, trying hard to breathe through the stinging slaps rather than attempt to evade them or pull away in pain. The men talked back and forth to each other but their words barely registered. If they spoke to her she didn’t know it. All her energy was going into being still in the haze of her erotic torture. At some point she began to cry, whether from stress, horniness or basic overstimulation, she didn’t know. She wiped her tears against the sheets, not wanting to move her arms and get in trouble. Beside her, Sophie was more stoic, her face screwed into a mask of resignation. Maybe someday, thought Kat, she could handle pain that way.

At last the men stopped, inspecting the girls’ bottoms. Kat felt her ass cheeks squeezed, fondled, parted—by whom, she didn’t know. It felt as if both men were touching her. She still didn’t move, didn’t dare pull away in her predicament. In short order, the clamps were finally removed and for that, at least, Kat breathed a sigh of relief. But the plugs stayed in and the girls were made to stand. Then, to her surprise, the men decided to part ways and fuck in separate rooms. The surprising thing was, she was sent away with Dave.

She followed him down the hall, wet and horny enough to concede to anything. If it had to be Dave to make her come, she’d take Dave in a heartbeat and happily give Sophie to Ryan. Anything, anything to assuage the maddening ache. Dave led her into the other bedroom, leaving the door open. He flicked all the lights on.

“I’m a photographer,” he said with a lopsided smile. “Lights are my thing. Come here, Kat.”

Kat went to him, trying not to let her apprehension show. He tilted her face up to his in the light. “You’re okay with this?”

His cock was poking against her front. He had a condom in his hand so she knew he would use one. She nodded. “Yeah, I’m just a little…”

“Scared?”

“No…”

“Horny?”

“Yes.”

“I’d be happy to help you with that.” He ran his knuckles down one side of her jaw, scrutinizing her. Checking for true consent?

“I…you…