Bad Brat Girl Ch. 04
I suggest reading parts 1-3 before this, but for the impatient, Sarah's Daddy (Duncan) shared her with their friend Catherine for the first time. She'd agreed the plan, but she's a switch and was a right brat before being persuaded -- via a lot of pain and embarrassment -- to obey Cat. Unlike Cat's naturally-submissive husband Jake, who has previously been lent out for Sarah to play with, so she's had to get her head round that. She's now been promised a reward for being a good girl.
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"Aw, aren't they a pretty pair!" Cat spoke to Duncan with her typical enthusiasm. "Adorable. Lovely naked submissive toys!" Her ringlets bounced round her beaming freckled face.
I eyed up Jake, kneeling next to me, who gazed at his Mistress with, I assumed, genuine adoration. I felt rather the same way myself. Just shyer, and without the love. For me, loaned out to Cat for the evening, it was more just knowing I trusted Mistress to do what was best for me.
"Okay, then! Jacob, seeing as I get to play with you any time I want, and we've only got this one for" -- she checked her small gold watch -- "another hour or two, let's enjoy it, eh?"
It? Me. The definition of objectification, I supposed.
"You, girl, on the bed, please. Face up. Mm, don't you look sweet, with those red nipples?" Mistress groped my sore breasts again, her face looking at mine. Cat wasn't turned on by my tits themselves; she's straight. How I responded to her, though -- that was what she liked!
I tensed up, trying not to pout or go 'ow', but it was obvious to everyone that she was causing pain. And I wasn't objecting. Just letting her do what she wanted. I wanted to be a good girl, now. Her good girl.
"Mm. Aren't you cute? Even naked. Just your collar, reminding you you belong to us." She looped a finger and tugged it about, for effect. "I think it's time you got rewarded, because you've managed to be a very good little girl for us. And I know you don't find it easy."
My joy at her words was tempered by knowing rewards could have dark sides.
Probably would.
Almost certainly...
"Here. You've given this to Jake to fuck himself with, before." She passed me a large insertable vibrator. Basically a thick textured cock, purple, with a tail leading to a control unit. "All covered for you! There's lube on the side, there. Kneel up! Show us you fucking it, little slut girl. I bet you're desperate for it!"
She wasn't wrong about me being aching and desperate. Hours of being a naughty slut, and being punished for it, will do that. Though this wasn't the simple pleasure I craved. Pushing a fat lurid dildo in and out of my pussy, while three people watched me, with all their beady eyes? Judging me? A whole different proposition...
I sighed. It wasn't like I had a choice. Not unless I pulled the ripcord and let our entire fantasy, of Mistress and Daddy rewarding me, controlling me, tumble to the ground. Besides, the willing audience was equally culpable, right? Jake was just as slutty as me, Daddy loved to see his dirty girl be dirty, Mistress had given her order.
I lumbered up onto my knees and parted my legs. Reluctantly, I touched the tool to my pussy. I faced the wall in front of me, focusing on the typical bland hotel picture. Abstract flowers, in pastels. The rounded cock end slid across my wet opening, as if I'd instinctively targeted the correct place.
"Go on. Push it in."
I kept staring at the picture. I was trying to convince myself I was doing this just for me, not because Mistress commanded it and was watching, assessing like a sergeant-major. As the thick cock reached an inch or two inside, I let out a breath.
"Look at me." Oh fuck. "No, actually. Look at Jake. He's more in front of you."
My eyes flickered left and down. Jake still knelt obediently on the carpet, hands clasped behind him, watching my every move. He'd have a fantastic view of my cunt from down there.
That might explain why he was smiling so much. Once he noticed me looking into his eyes, he licked his lips and smirked. Jake, Mistress's slave, currently my superior, mouthed to me, "Yeah... Fuck yourself..."
Forget that I'd pissed on his face, as ordered, a few minutes ago. Now, I had to submit to him. No. Obey. I was submitting to Mistress, lovely Mistress. Jake, I was just obeying, as part of my submission to her.
Right, then. No-one in the room could really think I was any more slutty than they'd already seen, right? Not possible! And god, I wanted so bad to be fucked. My body needed it. I had to fuck myself with this tool.
I pushed the cock deep inside me, groaning as it bottomed out. It felt so right, know what I mean? Nothing beats that filled feeling!
I wanted to lie back and relax with it, but as I sat back onto my haunches, Mistress tutted.
"Nuh-uh! Stay up. Move it up and down, so we can all see it."
It's exhausting being a wee slut, you know? I let the phallus slide out almost all the way, then pushed it back in, squeezing my cunt all round it, loving how I was forcing myself open. I repeated the moves. And again. The springy mattress added bounce to the manoeuvres. My pigtails bounced, too.
"Faster. Harder." Mistress must be right behind me, her breath warming my shoulder. I thought I heard Duncan, my Daddy, breathing hard, probably stroking himself again, but I didn't dare turn to look.
"Jacob. Tell us if our slut girl stops looking at you."
Realising my eyes had been drifting closed, I opened them hurriedly, and blinked.
"I will, Mistress."
"Good boy."
He was always a good boy. But I was being a good girl! I was good, submitting, now.
Jake watched me fuck myself. He seemed fascinated. Amused, maybe? No concept of privacy for me, not for a slut. I pushed and pulled at the fake cock, swapping hands for a bit of a break. If I could lie back, then turn the vibe function on, I'd be coming immediately.
As soon as I thought that, I needed to come. A small 'Ohhh...' from my throat gave it away.
Jake's eyes narrowed slightly. His grin broadened, liking my reactions. Then he squirmed. His cock was probably starting to feel restrained by the cock cage. Oh dear, how sad, etc. I had zero sympathy. I just needed more.
Touching my clit, while kneeling up on a shifting bed, was just about possible. Fucking myself with the other hand at the same time? Really wasn't. I tried to sneak in little rubs with my left hand, in between waving that arm wildly for balance.
"Did I say you could touch yourself?"
"No!" I let out a long wail. "Please, Mistress? Please?"
Jake's close-lipped smile widened again. Bastard.
"Left hand: behind you."
I sighed, but obeyed Mistress, hand flat on the back of my waist. This would all be worthwhile eventually. Wouldn't it?
In. Out. In. Out. It was a great ridged toy, fun to fuck, but just not quite enough for what I needed. I let out a shy "Mmm?" noise. Begging, but polite. Would Mistress see it that way?
I heard muttered conversation behind me, confirmed by Jake's eyes turning towards our superiors.
Then a huge hairy hand reached between my feet for the controller. Dunc. Daddy. He switched on the vibrations.
"Oh, god... Thank you, Daddy!" I panted with relief.
I tried turning to see how Daddy was enjoying himself, but Cat's stern voice barked at me, "Keep watching Jacob."
Jake's eyes pierced me to my soul. Normally, I'd close my eyes when masturbating. And often at a club, if I was letting Daddy and friends do unspeakable things to me in public. Or when it was me undeniably doing the slutty things, like sucking lots of cock, or putting clamps on myself for all to admire.
It was one thing to know that guys were wanking while watching me -- or women having the same thoughts, just with more outward subtlety -- but I preferred keeping it all abstract, in my head.
Looking at Jake, who certainly would be gripping his cock if there weren't metal in the way, I realised this must be similar to when I'd made him play with himself in front of everyone in the bar at Goddess. Possibly the same toy, even. He'd been horribly self-conscious.
Oh, yes. That smirk! He knew exactly how embarrassed I was, and was loving the turnabout. I felt my cheeks burning. My face, I mean. My arse was equally red, but just sore, in a good way, not hot. With all those lines, showing how I'd taken so many lashes of a whip, and more, showing off my bottom made me proud. Not embarrassed.
I focused on the buzzing phallus and how good it felt inside me. I was meant to be filled with cock. Live or plastic, it really didn't matter. This was my purpose in life. Just like Daddy and Mistress said. With Jake as their enforcer. I accepted it: I'm a slut.
I noticed my eyes had dropped down to look at my crotch. I blinked back up to Jake, but too late; he'd spotted it.
He caught Mistress's eye. "She's looking at herself, not me. Keeps doing it..."
The loud sigh behind me was exaggerated. "She still forgets she's serving us, doesn't she? Even when rewarded, she just can't totally forget herself."
"It's a fault," Daddy agreed. "What do you advise?"
As if Daddy didn't have quite enough ideas of his own, to make me his ideal sex toy!
Mistress giggled. "Well, we have plenty of restraints here. I was just thinking we'd tie her down on the bed, apply plenty of... pleasurable sensations. Just stop -- or apply pain! -- if she stops looking at us. Nothing like good edging to reinforce a message!"
Daddy agreed. "And if she gets the hang of it, she comes while gazing into your eyes. Or mine. Or his, even."
"I was thinking, 'and'," Cat said quietly.
"Can she take three or more orgasms, I wonder?"
"You were going to give her a choice?" Mistress pretended to be shocked.
"No, no!" Daddy was amused. "Only, please bear in mind she needs to be able to walk tomorrow..." He laughed. "Eh, the hotel's not that far or big if I need to carry her!" He came round to view me from the front. "'She gets terrible sciatica, don't you know...'"
Rather than tell him off for his terrible posh lying, I pulled the dildo out of my pussy and touched it to my clit. The low buzzing was lovely, but not nearly enough to get me off.
Especially when Daddy reached over and switched it off. I whined.
"No complaining," he told me, confiscating the cock. "Now, here's your cuffs again. Jake, do her ankles. Cat, how were you thinking of tying her?"
"Hm. To honest, I like seeing her wriggle and squirm! Cute little thing. How about you attach her wrists to her collar again, and we make a waist belt to tie her ankles up to?"
They pulled me until I stood, all pliant like a shop dummy. Cat ran her fat cotton rope four times round my waist, before making a larks-head and securing it. Throwing me back on the bed, both ends of the rope went up through the loop. They lifted my knees so my feet were up near my hips, then a rope end was run down through each of the metal rings on that ankle.
"Is that too tight?" Mistress was asking Daddy's opinion, not mine.
"Not at all. Her knees are bent almost as far as they go, so there's a little slack. Her feet don't need to touch the bed..." He knotted the ropes, firmly.
I lay on my back, both legs bent so my feet touched above my pelvis, heels or knees bashing if I wasn't careful. My pussy and clit couldn't be more exposed to their gleeful gaze.
And there was absolutely nothing I could do about it.
"Jake, lift her by the knees a moment." The entire lower half of my body rose, while Daddy shoved a pillow beneath me. It meant my arsehole was on show now, too. Which Jake was ordered to lubricate up again. For penetration later, or just to humiliate me?
It didn't matter. I was a helpless sex toy for them all.
Sometimes I hated being so small and easily manhandled. But it was true that with a bit of submission and instructional pain, Jake regularly ended up in similar positions. Even my Daddy, at home, often submitted to me, no force required. So my size didn't really matter, I supposed.
I looked at each of them, wondering what to expect.
"So, little slut toy. You were loving that cock in you, weren't you? All humming and filling up your big slutty hole?"
"Yes, Mistress."
"And all we asked was that you keep looking at my boy while you enjoyed it. Mm?"
"Yes, Mistress..."
"Only you disrespected him! Looking at your own sloppy cunt, instead." She bent over to push her face in front of mine. "Disrespecting him is disrespecting me. Hm?"
"Yes, Mistress. I'm sorry, Mistress!"
"Oh, you will be," she promised. "Now, we'll try again. You keep looking in my eyes. My boy will push the cock in and out. If you lose eye contact, the cock will stop and your Daddy will... decide what you need."
"'Chastise you as needed', I think is the phrase." God, he was channelling his best boarding-school country-ruling voice! "I've got a metal pin-wheel here, though I may have to resort to a stinging crop..."
"Please, Daddy? Not the crop! Remember the dress I'm wearing tomorrow! Short and sleeveless..."
"Mm-hm." He groped me, squeezing my thighs, buttocks, belly and breasts in his huge hands. "Don't worry. There's plenty of places which your dress will cover. But you just look at your Mistress, and all will be good. Good little girl."
Mistress smirked. "I may say 'stop' just because I feel like it, of course."
"Of course, Mistress," I echoed dully.
"We wouldn't want you to come too soon."
Of course not.
"May I?"
"Yes, Jacob. Fuck her with your big hard cock!" She meant the large vibrator, of course.
I tried to hold Mistress's smug stare. The urge to look at the ceiling was powerful, with its non-judgemental white paint. Or to glance down to see how I looked, my pussy being spread open round this large purple phallus. It was about as big as my arm.
"Stop."
I must have broken my gaze and stared upwards. Probably. The reason didn't really matter, but my cunt was suddenly empty, for some reason.
Daddy sighed. "Look at me." He held the shiny steel pin-wheel. He pressed it into my tummy and rolled a circle of pin-pricks round my navel. "Remember what this feels like?"
"Yes, Daddy." I sounded downcast. Rolling was fine. Flicks of the wheel, especially on the insides of my arms or legs, were vicious. And today my arms were off-limits, so that just left my already-marked reddened inner thighs...
"Back to me," Mistress ordered. "Go."
Jake resumed fucking me slowly, then harder. I glued my eyes to Mistress. I could do this. It felt good. Mistress was good. The buzzing started, then pulled out, then in, then out... So good.
"Stop."
Had I stopped looking at Mistress? I didn't know. I'd been starting to float away with the sensations. Maybe my eyes had shut. The satisfying fullness inside me was gone.
"Dear me." Daddy held one of my breasts in his fist, and dragged the pin-wheel underneath it.
"Go," Mistress ordered. She sounded almost robotic, carefully controlling her own emotions. Horribly like the Red Light/Green Light robot playing Grandmother's Footsteps, in Squid Game. Robotic was fine by me. It was mechanical cock back inside me, pushing deeper, faster, harder, and vibrating more... so close...
"Stop."
I whined.
"You don't want to come already. I mean, I know you do, but we'll make it better, little slut. Help you with discipline, to help you build it up."
The pins scraped under my other breast, nastily, but I just wanted the cock back. Yet again, it had been removed upon the word 'stop'.
"Please... Cock...?"
"Yeah. Little slut. Just wanting cock... Go."
Jake was good, fucking me good and hard, the cock buzzing even more. Mistress smiled. I must be gurning in front of her. What I looked like didn't matter.
She looked down. Then back to me again. Why?
A wet finger touched my clit. "Oh!"
"Stop."
Had I blinked? Or was it just Mistress playing with me? Probably the latter. It didn't matter. It was out of my control. Daddy held my breast up, holding the softness just below where it might feel good. He inflicted a harsh flick, flick, of the pin-wheel.
And then again on the other side. I gasped, but coped. He pinched both nipples, too, reminding me how sensitive they were, especially after their torture earlier. It also reminded me how they were linked to sexual responses from my pelvis.
"Oh, please..." I begged the room in general.
"Go."
Even Mistress's eyes betrayed how much she was smiling, now. Not only was I getting fucked by Jake just how I liked, forceful and deep, but the vibrations were reaching far-off places through my flesh. The bruises and marks across my arse pulsed. The sensation was so good, so good and firm...
When fingertips pressed down my clit, I screamed. With being fucked hard at the same time, it was so good. The tell-tale pulse in my arse told me I was going to come, any time now, yes, I was coming, I was...
"Stop."
I held Mistress's eyes with a glare, clenching my jaw to avoid saying anything I shouldn't. I ignored the scratches on my tummy.
"Good girl. Go."
I held the memory of where my orgasm had got to. Even without a touch to the clit, my cunt was already down with the program. Oh, yeah, yeah!
"Mm?" Mistress was smiling at me, eyebrow raised.
"Thank you Mistress! Oh, God! God! Thank you Miss... tha... tha..." I grew more inarticulate.
"Stop."
"Aww!" Even dejected, I still gazed into her eyes. My knees flopped together. I barely noticed Daddy gripping my inner thighs with his fingers and digging in his nails -- always an easy way to remind me who I belonged to, even when we had no toys to hand. When he let go, I felt it. "Yeah..." That sneaky orgasm crept up on me again, even with my cunt being empty.
"Stop it! I know, we're rewarding you. Don't get too carried away."
My face must be dripping with sweat. "Please, Mistress..." I didn't even know what I was begging for. More orgasms? Fewer?
Jake came over with a magic wand. "Look at him, now."
Oh, I looked! Beautiful grey eyes, brown lashes, smug face, holding a machine from heaven... "So good..."
The vibrations from the wand were wonderful. Just my pussy was so empty. That dildo lay on the bed. Couldn't I have both?
"Need... Fill me..."
Would Daddy fuck me? Probably not, not in front of the others. I'd need untying. Still, I could be filled.
"Please..."
"Doesn't she beg nicely? Why don't you fill her bum again?"
An anal vibrator? Oh, yeah, perfect!
Just the thought triggered another orgasm, immediately halted by Jake removing the wand as Daddy slapped my tits. But I was still on the brink. Remembering standing before these people, showing off my tits and them getting pinched and slapped -- the memory turned me on. Just a tiny bit of help would get me coming again.
Daddy put a latex glove on, before fingering my arsehole and pushing lube in. It made it seem more medical. Easier for him. For me, it made it less immediate a turn-on, though there were those times we'd played dirty doctor...
The inflatable plug was forced into me again. My bum was raised by the pillow; it was easy for him to force the thing into place. So far, I felt nothing.
Daddy squeezed. I felt the first touch of a rubber dick inside. Another squeeze. It was a slender intrusion, plugging my ass. Of course, that wasn't enough. Daddy wanted me to feel my arse forced open wide, reminding me with every heartbeat that I honestly couldn't get any sluttier, both holes filled -- surely they'd want to put something back in my pussy? But would it even be possible, with this big ballooning plug up my bum?
"Let's go again," Mistress ordered. "Look at me, slut girl. Who's my dirty little slut, liking it up the arse?"
I thought it was a rhetorical question, but no. Just as Jake touched the dildo to my pussy again, Mistress called a halt.
"No!" I wailed, past caring.
"Answer me. What are you? Tell me."
I managed to hold her amused gaze. I tried not to sound defensive. I failed. "I'm a dirty little slut girl, and I love being filled up the arse. And my pussy. Everywhere. Please, Mistress, I'm begging you..."
"Go. Go on, Jake."
"Careful, mind," Daddy warned. "Slowly."
I felt the solid cock push in, pressing against the firm rubber already making my other hole strain. I was invaded slowly but inexorably, way more full than I'd been before. It was great.
I stared into Cat's eyes, mesmerised. Jake was gently pulling the silicone dildo in and out, my whole groin felt full and fucked, and I knew on the deepest level that I was a simple sex toy, on Earth to have my holes filled and fucked.
As soon as the cock inside me began to buzz again, I relaxed to let my body do what it would. Whatever Mistress wanted.
I loved Mistress. She was so beautiful. So generous.
My insides were swollen around the objects invading me. I was one with them. I began to tremble. My nipples tingled. Yes! My body was out of my control -- except I still stared into Mistress's eyes.
They were key to my orgasmic experience. Her lovely brown eyes. Almost bronze. Tea. Sunset. Beautiful light brown. Perfect eyelashes, perfect face. Causing me to be totally...
"Stop."
The cock in my cunt stopped purring and slid out, but I still felt I was being fucked in the arse. My sore bum rubbed against the bedding as I writhed, uncontrollably. My wrists sweated against the nap of the leather cuffs, my neck feeling the pull of the collar one way and the other. My tits prickled and throbbed from everything they'd had inflicted on them. My thighs thwapped together, then apart.
In short, I couldn't stop coming. Even without Jake doing anything, my climax had overtaken me and I couldn't do anything about it.
Just gaze into Mistress's eyes. Forever.
She said the most romantic words. "Fuck it. Keep going."
Jake gripped my legs to hold me still enough to get the dildo back into my cunt, pushing it slowly higher until most of it was inside me, where it belonged. When it began to buzz again, I lifted my hips and tried to fuck it. It was really fuckable.
I panted, wanting it, wanting more. The cock vibrated more enthusiastically. I had to fuck it more. I rocked my pelvis frantically. Mistress was smiling. I was pleasing Mistress. I never wanted this to stop.
"So good," I gasped. "So good..."
"Yeah, pretty little slut girl. You're so good..."
More weight pressed on my clit, causing more deep throbbing sensations. I screamed. "Yes!"
Mistress -- I guessed -- held the wand in place while Jake and Daddy held my legs still. Frenzied, I couldn't control them at all.
I couldn't control anything. I couldn't focus on Mistress. I had no idea if I was looking at her. Her eyes were imprinted on my brain.
Even more pressure on my clit. There's nothing like a magic wand to trigger orgasms. In this case, by reminding me how full I was and how being fucked was, with each minuscule movement.
It was getting too much. So good, but too much. I whimpered.
"Good girl," Mistress told me. "Here's your reward."
The vibrations hit maximum. My hips thrust, involuntarily, fucking myself. The wand was held tight to my clit. The dildo's buzzing was raised to max, too. My pussy and arse tried to force the invaders out, but couldn't. I was held too tightly to let anything fall from my cunt. The butt plug was way too big to slip out.
I had to just endure this. For Mistress. I tried to relax, and let it wash over me. Like a tsunami.
Daddy was watching. "Oh, Daddy..." Did I say that? I didn't know.
Daddy stood over me. "Look at me," he ordered."
I obeyed. Such wonderful deep brown eyes. His beautiful black hair falling over his face as he bent over me. "Daddy... Love you, Daddy."
"My dirty little girl. My lovely dirty girl. So beautiful."
He reached down and pinched both of my nipples, while my out-of-control body fucked a toy cock as hard as it could.
Just as well he immediately let go, because both his hands were needed to muffle my screams.
I loved the smell of Daddy's hands over my mouth and nose. Especially now, scented with his cock. He must be so hard...
He lifted his hands to allow me more air. I collapsed.
Mistress and Jake let the cock and wand fall away. Cool air wafted over my sweating body. I felt empty. My pussy was open to the air. Hollow.
I squeezed the plug in my arse. It might not be my favourite -- in fact I hated such a big thing being expanded inside me -- but right now I loved it like my best friend. It was still there for me.
Mistress passed me a sports water bottle. I sucked, then swallowed. "Ahh. Thank you, Mistress," I whispered.
She smiled. She was so beautiful. Like Daddy. She raised an eyebrow. Daddy nodded.
Mistress's soft voice spoke again. "Good rest there, my beautiful little slut? Good. Because we think we can milk at least one more orgasm out of you. Shall we start?"
I must have screwed up my face in fear. "Aww, you've horrified her!" My Daddy laughed. He always wanted so much from me. Could I please him? "Yes, my girl, I think your Mistress can do this. Should do this. We can't have you complaining you're unsatisfied!"
"Oh, fuck." I said it out loud. Milking an orgasm sounded worryingly like when Mistress milked Jake's prostate. Making him come without any of the fun feeling, apparently.
"Is that how you speak to your Mistress?" Cat flicked her fingernail across my lips.
"No, Mistress. Sorry, Mistress." I took a deep breath, tried to relax my hips, keeping my legs open. "As you wish, Mistress."
"That's my good girl! Another pump on the butt, please."
That made me mildly sore all around the plug, straining round the solid intrusion which stretched out my arse. The indignity of it was worse, though. Always is.
"There, there. Just making sure you know you're full. A stuffed little bottom! Now, there's a vibrator we can attach to that."
I'd forgotten we had that. It wasn't a great vibrator. Maybe because the plug didn't have room to move? But this time, even the gentle purring threatened to make me lose control, as my whole bum felt it.
"And the cock. More lube. There we go! Even more gentle. Really slowly, until it's inside, boy."
"Yes, ma'am."
I was being stretched so wide. It was like when Daddy played doctor and got the speculum out. Only this time I wasn't being held open and hollow -- this was solid. Jake was careful, but inexorable. Slowly but surely, the big thick cock forced its way into my poor little pussy.
"What a slutty girl. So desperate to have both holes filled." Guilty as charged.
I was desperate to have the cock move, but I hoped they'd realise that. Before I died of frustration, Jake began to push it in and out. But no wonderful vibration, yet.
"I bet she really wants her mouth filled," Mistress went on.
"Oh, yes!" I did. I so did. Daddy deserved another blow job from his dirty girl.
Daddy let me kiss the tip of his cock. "I love you, Daddy."
"I know. But you're going to be too out of control, so you can't have my cock yet. Here. Suck that."
It was another fake penis. Not very long, though when pushed in my mouth it was fat enough. It also had straps halfway down the shaft.
Daddy fastened the straps behind my head, making a circle over my pigtails, the cock going into my mouth at the same height.
Mistress rummaged in her bag. "Here. Across her cheekbones, and round. And the other one. They clip together."
It was like a helmet. That cock in my mouth wasn't going to drop out and fall down to my neck.
Mistress watched me suck on the black rubber cock, my cheeks obscenely stretched. I could lick under its head and feel the fake veins. It was firm and forced my jaw wide. What would happen if I slid my head downwards? Would it slip out and up my face?
"Just a few more ties. Four to the collar."
Right. No escape. My mouth was now totally dedicated to cock-sucking until Mistress or Daddy deemed otherwise.
When might they agree that? The first of never, most likely.
I tried to pout endearingly at Daddy. But when you're sucking cock, you just look like a cock-sucker, no matter what.
I was their slut, to do with what they wanted. Just a toy, to serve their sexual demands.
I slurped the end of the cock in my mouth, and looked at Mistress.
"Isn't she perfect? So naughty, but so good, now she's resigned to her station in life. She accepts she's just our little slut."
"Isn't she? She's worth all the hard work, to see her totally knowing that she's a dirty little girl who belongs to me. And, tonight, you," Daddy told Mistress. "I wouldn't have her any other way. Look at her. All happy and obedient. Finally, totally relaxed about sucking cock and being fucked."
I nodded. I was. It was so peaceful, just accepting my role in the world.
"Let's reward her. Go on, arse vibe on max. Cunt on max. Oh, look at her little slutty face! "
"Fuck her, Jake!" I loved Daddy so much.
I loved Jake quite a lot tonight, too. His cock -- I thought of it as such, given he was controlling it and it was the only one he had, as far as I'd ever experience -- pushed into me, forcing me wide and making the strain in my bottom even fuller. In. Out. In. Out.
I bit round the cock in my mouth to the same rhythm. My life was cock. Simple as that.
Wonderful cock, fucking me. Just like a good slut should take.
The magic wand kicked in again. So good. So intense.
The orgasm crept up on me again. "Oh!" I moaned, muffled by the cock gag.
I thrust against the wand and the dildo vibe as much as I could, the sore strain in my bottom almost forgotten. "Ye'! Ye'!" I groaned.
"You're such a good girl," Mistress purred. "You'll be so good at taking this."
This? The question was answered as the magic wand intensified. Deep throbbing on my clit meant deep throbbing everywhere. Even my strained arse relaxed into the deep massage-like vibration.
"Oh, 'od..." My lips pressed into the cock, as I desperately tried to keep the rest of my body relaxed, taking all the sensations being thrown at it. How long could an orgasm go on for?
I didn't want an answer to that question. I knew the phrase 'Hitachi torture' way too well. I'd experienced it. Holding a magic wand to where I'd respond, for way longer than might seem fun, was Daddy's idea of a good time, as he got to watch me begging and pleading for mercy.
This, with all the other stimulus? I'd often have a fresh sore bum from a caning or similar, when Daddy decided his naughty girl needed to be made to come for as long as possible, but this?
"'ease?"
"Yeah, we can give you more. Good girl."
The wand was flicked to a higher setting. Maximum, I guessed. Jake dropped the dildo to hold my knees still, ensuring Mistress could hold the wand in place without getting injured.
"'ease? 'ease?" I didn't really know what I was begging for. I didn't really want this wonderful sensation ever to stop -- just I couldn't take it any more... I took frantic gasps of air in between trying to swallow around the cock in my mouth.
My bent leg tucked against his side, Jake pushed the dildo back into me. It was definitely on maximum vibration, too, now. God, how could I endure this? It was all so good, but my body needed to collapse. Fall apart, even.
Daddy appeared again. "Yeah. Good girl. Full cunt, full arse, full mouth, happy clit. Just like you should be. Right?"
I nodded. It all felt easier. Just agree with Daddy. Maybe the climax was over? I blinked at Mistress, who beamed and blew me a kiss, then concentrated on his dark brown face and those glowing deep eyes under his lashes. "'Ight...'"
"Yeah. Suck that cock. Show Daddy how much you love sucking cock."
He was nearly losing control, himself. I sucked and licked and loved the cock in my mouth, no matter that it was making my jaw sore. Sluts suck cock no matter what, right?
"Oh, yeah. You love that vibe, don't you? Love how that boy is fucking you, don't you? Love how happy you're making your Mistress, being a good little girl."
I nodded. All true.
"Yeah, you're going to come again, now."
The fucking of my slightly-sore pussy stepped up again. I was vaguely aware my clit had had a reprieve from the vibrator, and was numb. But then Mistress held me to the fiendish machine again.
"Oh, 'od! Helb! Helb! 'lease!" My body rocked against the vibrators, helpless to do anything else despite how tired I was. I couldn't speak.
Just suck cock.
Just take it all.
Just be that sex toy.
When Daddy groped my breasts harshly, I could only blink my eyes at him. As he pinched both nipples and pulled, I screamed as best I could. It was soundless.
There was no word I could communicate. Even if I'd known how. I was just a cock-sucker. A desperate, overwhelmed cock-sucker, exhausted by yet another orgasm forced upon me.
My arse clenched round that invasive inflated plug. I whimpered. Everything hurt. My eyes twitched as a tear came. And another.
Jake looked at Mistress and Daddy. He let the dildo slide out of me, while the torturing wand also fell away. Thank goodness.
And Daddy let go. My breasts pulsed from the brief halt in blood circulation. Finally, the evil butt plug was deflated. I exhaled. It was over.
"There, there. It's over. All done," Daddy assured me, stroking his finger down my cheek.
Mistress squeezed my hand. "What a pretty little good slut you are. I release you. To your Daddy."
I attempted to blow her a kiss, though it didn't really work with my mouth full.
"Let her legs down." Oh, it was good to stretch. And to feel the last of that horrible inflatable butt plug. I say horrible, but for something that definitely won't move, it's the business. Besides, we own a steel one with a harness to hold it in place, which transmits electricity. Really, really fiendish. It could have been much worse.
I rolled onto my side. Daddy unfastened my hands, leaving the collar in place. "OK?"
I gave him a thumbs-up.
"Good girl. Best girl ever."
"She did need a lot of punishing," Jake interjected.
"So?" Cat said. "You think we'd have punished her less if she'd been obedient? Where's the fun in that? Oh! You think it's not fair if you're so good and submissive and you don't get extra rewards? Remember, love. Submission is its own reward." She put her arm round him. "You know you're pleasing me, and proving to yourself you can submit. Yeah, you do know. She's only had that, properly, for the last ten minutes."
It was true. At last, I felt clean and pure and totally devoted to my Daddy. I loved him so much.
"Don't worry," Cat assured her boy. "I'll reward you as soon as they're back in their own room..."
Daddy held me in his strong arms. My wonderful girl. "Who's my gorgeous dirty girl?"
I pointed at my chest, glad of the excuse not to speak, and we all laughed. I nestled down with my face on Daddy's warm furry chest, just where I belonged.
"You leaving the gag in place, then?" Cat asked.
"For now. She's in deep subspace -- she's not going to say anything. She might as well practice relaxing her mouth round a cock, right? Always room for improvement, even for amazing cock-suckers like her!"
I blushed, but it was true. Having the cock gag immovable from my mouth meant I was still in that head space, totally serving Daddy.
Daddy checked me all over. My breasts had scratches on the underside, my nipples were red and sore. My tummy had some pin marks, too. Some faint pink marks round my neck, wrists and waist would fade by morning. My thighs had red marks all over, especially between them. Then he turned me over to inspect my bottom.
"Giler ah! Oh, my darling girl! You look beautiful. You've taken so much, just because your Mistress and I wanted you to. So good. Well done."
It was the 'well done' which had me sniffling. Daddy flipped me round to lie on his chest again, and put a tissue to my nose.
"There, there. Lovely girl. Beautiful, sexy, powerful little girl. Squeeze your arse and your pussy for me." I obeyed. "Does that feel good? Not too painful?" I shook my head.
"We could always put some ice on it," Cat teased. I shook my head harder!
"No, no. I'm looking after my little girl now. I'll take her to bed. Can you pass me that dressing gown I brought round earlier?"
It was a fluffy white bathrobe with childish unicorns on it. Useful for getting dry, otherwise I wouldn't be seen dead in it. Tonight, I'd wear it for Daddy. He adjusted his clothing to be appropriate for the corridor.
When Daddy sat me up, I was light-headed. Cat gave me more water. The cosy robe was just what I needed. I tried standing, but had to sit down again immediately.
"It's OK, sweetheart. I'll carry you. Cat, go open our door for me. Jake, you be good for your Mistress! Night, guys. See you tomorrow at the wedding."
"Goodnight, sir."
"Jake? At ease. See you in a minute. You could start tidying up... "
"Yes, ma'am. Goodnight, Sarah."
Sarah? I'd forgotten that was my name. I sucked the cock in my mouth happily, enjoyed the fluffiness being wrapped round my body, and let Daddy sweep me up into his strong arms. We followed Cat into the corridor.
I turned my face into Daddy's chest. It wasn't so much I didn't want people to see the gag harness, though obviously I didn't, but me being a such cock-sucking slut that I needed to practise even without a cock was my secret. Private, between me and Daddy. No-one else, except tonight, Cat and Jake, got to see that. For some reason, slurping on a toy seemed much more intimate than being known for giving actual blow jobs. I suppose men don't think much about it, when you offer to go down on them!
Daddy swept me swiftly into the safety of our own room, and laid me on the bed. Cat came up and kissed me on the forehead.
"So much for a kiss on the lips!" The gag was in the way. "Another time, love. You're a lot of fun, little slut girl. Look after her! See you tomorrow."
Daddy waved her off. We were alone. He stroked my hair, rucked up under the gag straps, and pulled the bands off the pigtails. "My lovely naughty girl. Did that work for you?"
I nodded. Vigorously.
"Good. Maybe play with them again, sometime?"
I considered, then nodded.
"But it's nice just us, izzit." I nodded my agreement. "Yeah. Just you and me. In private. Now, you've had some good time with your mouth round a cock. You can get me good and hard, can't you?"
I nodded, smiling as much as I could.
"I'll give you the choice. When you're ready. We can snuggle here, as long as you want." I nodded again. "But when you ask me to take that off, then your choice is simple. Suck me until I come, or suck me until I'm hard and then tell me which hole to fuck."
I nodded again, and clung onto him. We lay together on the bed, me in just the fluffy white bathrobe, him still dressed but barefoot. I rested my head on his reassuring hairy dark chest. He held me tight. Being cherished by Daddy. It was wonderful.
The cock gag was fine in my jaw. It felt totally right. A cock for a cocksucker. But eventually, before I fell asleep, I wanted to kiss Daddy. Which I couldn't, with my mouth already filled, shaft protruding. I blinked at Daddy and tapped the rubber cock sticking out from my face.
"Ready? Wonderful, my sweet girl." He removed the dressing gown and threw it aside, then the straps over my head so I could spit the gag out. He undid the rest, including the collar. I squeaked, resenting the loss and curious why Daddy had taken my hard-earned collar away.
"I know pet, you look gorgeous in your collar. I'd let you sleep in it all night, but then there might be marks in the morning. Which you don't want in the wedding photos!"
Didn't want anyone to see at all. He was right.
I found my voice. "Lie down, please, Daddy." I straddled his legs so I could see his face. I settled down to give him one excellent blow job.
This might be normal for us, me sucking off Daddy like a good girl, but as ever, it was his face, his love and appreciation, which made it all worthwhile. Tomorrow, once I wasn't so sore inside, I'd love this great cock to force me open again, but in the meantime, this was bliss.
Submitting to my Daddy.
I slid my teeth over his ridge, the way it worked for him.
"Oh, God... Yes! My girl! My wonderful dirty girl! So geng, lah..." Daddy only lapsed into Manglish -- Malaysian-English creole -- when really losing control. Or when we were both feeling particularly close to each other, in private. Or both.
I did my best to swallow. There was a lot to swallow. I licked and lapped but there were still puddles where my mouth had overflowed.
"There, there, lovely. Come here lah. You so good, girl."
"Thank you, Daddy. I love you, Daddy."
"Love you too, little slutty girl. Syok kena, eh?" Great punishment, right?
"I kenasai for sure." I got fucking impressively punished, all right. "Sibeh lempang my arse lo." Can't believe how much incredible beating, slapping, I took.
"Fulamak, you took so well lah." He yawned. "Can sleep now loh." Let's go to sleep. "See you in the morning." Duncan added, "They'd better change the sheets for us!"
"You made them dirty, lah!"
"Uh-huh. You make me come, loh." It's your fault.
"Like wouldn't have, alone!"
Standing on his dignity, Dunc switched back to his schooled accent and formal dialect. "I'd have done it in the bath. Or used a towel."
"There's a posh wank!" My sarcasm was instinctive. I aped an extreme posh character: "'I don't use a sock or a condom, I masturbate into a fresh fluffy towel every time, don't you know?'"
"What do you think I bought that dressing gown for? Apart from helping you be my good little girl, of course."
"You're a filthy, filthy man, and I love you for it."
"Goodnight, Sarah. Selamat malam."
I could cope with my name again, now. "Terima kasih, lah." I thanked him sincerely. "And goodnight to you, pet." It had been a long journey for me to reach total submission, and nearly another hour to return from it. Finally, we were back to being just Duncan and Sarah, that sweet betrothed Malaysian-expat couple in their thirties. Which was nice, too.
We dozed off, despite the sounds from next door. Various thuds, moans and screams told us that at last, Jake and Cat were frantically fucking each other. Jake was getting his reward.
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One more chapter of this story to go. Their games the next day will have to be more subtle...
Apologies if there are grievous mistakes in the Manglish -- mine was never totally fluent and is now very rusty. But then, same could be said for both of them! Corrections appreciated.
"I could see the vibrator's large purple head glistening with lube, positioned at my entrance, ready for insertion once again."
"Jake grinned as he pushed the vibrator into my wetness, my eyes widening in anticipation of the pleasurable sensations to come."
"Despite my embarrassed state, I couldn't deny the satisfaction that coursed through me as I felt the vibrations pulse against my sensitive inner walls."
"The sight of the dildo disappearing in and out of my pussy, while being watched by all three of them, was both humiliating and exhilarating."
"As I surrendered to the intense pressure and the vibrations, I couldn't help but imagine that I was being filled by a real man, bringing me closer to chastised submission."