WARNING: This is a FANTASY story. It may contain themes of consensual non-consent, slavery, dominance/submission, and/or extreme pain. Please do not try any of this at home. Do not try ANY fantasy with ANYONE unless you've discussed it in detail with them beforehand. Informed consent is fucking mandatory.
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You were trying not to panic. it was coming to an end. They were leaving in only hours for their romantic cruise vacation. You weren't going with them. You didn't know when you would see them again. You didn't know if you could go back to your old life. You had only been a full time fucktoy for... You thought about it... A day? Maybe a little more? You couldn't even bear the thought of trying to be normal anymore. You weren't normal. You were a thing, and you knew you needed to be treated like one or you would... You just wouldn't be you.
You stood in the corner and cried. You had been standing there for an hour, thinking and listening. Your entire body was sore, you were exhausted, and you were experiencing an emotional roller coaster of pleasure at the thought of what you had and sadness that it was soon to be over. You were overloaded. There had been little sleep, little food, and constant pain and exertion. Standing and crying was about as much as your little body could handle after all that.
You didn't even notice the sound of the drill. It was only after the sound had stopped that you were able to think and you questioned what a power tool was being used for in a hotel room. You didn't dare turn around to check, though.
"Ok fucktoy, we're ready for you. Come."
You turned around and walked to where we stood, in the middle of the room. A rope was hanging from a new, sturdy looking eye bolt in the ceiling. Our bags were out and mostly packed. We only had an hour or two together. The thought physically hurt you.
"Ok fucktoy, we need to go soon, but we still have time to use you a little more. Put your hands behind you."
You clasped your hands behind your back, and felt Lisa behind you, putting leather cuffs on your wrists. They were attached to each other via a short metal chain. You felt Lisa tying one end of the rope to the chain as I approached you and said "Open, cunt."
You opened your mouth as I brought out a strip of leather with a large metal ring in the middle. I put the metal ring in your mouth, forcing it open wide, and attached the leather behind your head. Your mouth was forced open, uncomfortably, but your mouth was still usable and accessible for me. The drooling started almost immediately. You would have been embarrassed about drooling in your old life, but now it barely merited a second thought.
When the gag was secure, you felt your arms rising as Lisa pulled the rope that was connected to your cuffs. Your arms were drawn up behind you, towards the ceiling. It forced you to bend forward. Lisa kept pulling until your arms were painfully stretched, your feet barely on the floor, and your face at the perfect crotch height.
You felt Lisa slip something sharp and painful under your left heel, forcing you to go up on your tiptoes. A moment later, a similar thing was slid under your right heel. You didn't know how long you could stand like that. You were already afraid you wouldn't be able to hold it much longer.
"Which end do you want first, daddy?"
"Hmmm... Front, I think."
"Ok daddy, I'll play back here!"
You saw my cock come into view as I grabbed your hair and put my hardening cock into your mouth, through the ring in the gag. You had no way to control the motion. You were completely helpless. The only thing you could move was your tongue, which you enthusiastically rubbed on my cock as much as possible.
Behind you, you felt fingers in your cunt. First one, then two. They slid in easily thanks to your dripping twat. The third was uncomfortable. They stretched you, thrusting back and forth, in and out. You realized that Lisa and I had picked up the same slow, steady rhythm. My cock in your mouth and her fingers in your cunt. In and out, like a metronome.
A fourth finger. Holy shit it hurt... You were stretching so much. You moaned around my cock.
"Oh fuck baby, whatever you're doing, keep it up. The vibrations in her mouth as you hurt her are amazing..."
"Yes daddy!" she said, as she thrust harder. Oh fuck, it hurt so much. She was going too fast. It was too much. Your pussy was too sore.
But you knew you would take it. And you knew it made you happy to take it, because it was your job. Your purpose. Your entire reason for existence.
Lisa added her thumb and pushed. Your screams were muffled by my cock, and man, it felt good to me.
Finally, her entire hand was inside you. She had done it in maybe half the time she had taken to do it the first time. It was incredibly painful, but you were proud to be a useful fucktoy. You were proud you were able to take it. Your pain was the reward for a job well done.
We spent five or ten minutes just slowly thrusting. In and out, in and out, over and over. Lisa started switching hands with each thrust. Right, then left, then right again, like she was a boxer and your cervix was the punching bag.
My cock was hitting the back of your throat with each thrust. Your drool was everywhere, dripping from your chin and my cock.
I looked down at you. You were truly beautiful like this. In pain, being used, providing pleasure to others. In my eyes, you're special. A true, proper, beautiful fucktoy.
"Ok honey, let's switch."
"Ok daddy!"
My cock left your mouth. Her hand left your cunt.
In a moment, you felt my cock at your pussy entrance. It slid in easily. In fact, you barely felt it.
Lisa was rummaging in her luggage, you couldn't tell what she was doing as my cock took the first few strokes in your pussy.
"Dammit baby, you completely wrecked her pussy. It's fucking useless now."
"I'm sorry Daddy, I was just having fun."
"It's ok, it's not like she isn't useful in other ways."
My cock left your pussy and you felt it at your asshole. Lubed by your leaky cunt, it slid inside you, inch by inch. Even with the lubrication, the stretching hurt. You just stood there and tried to relax as much as possible, wanting me to use your ass. You were desperate to be a good little object. Finally, my cock hit bottom (metaphorically and literally). I started fucking you, taking up that rhythmic pace again, which would help me last as long as possible in that amazing ass.
Lisa was in front of you. She had a cock. It took a second for your addled brain to realize that she must have put on a strap on dildo, but you figured it out just in time for the dildo to slide into your mouth. You started tonguing the plastic just like you had my cock. It was instinct. It's just what whores like you did.
Lisa thrust inside you at the same pace I did. Your ass and mouth open and welcoming to us, there to be used.
Your pain made you so happy.
Somewhere during this, you couldn't hold yourself up on your tiptoes anymore, and your weight came down on your heels. There was something there, sharp and hard. It dug into your flesh without breaking the skin. That pain combined with the pain in your cunt from the stretching it had so recently undergone, the pain in your ass from my cock, and the pain in your arms, back, and shoulders from being tied in such an uncomfortable position. It was overwhelming. It was making you see stars.
"Switch!" you heard from behind you. Both cocks were withdrawn, only to be reinserted a moment later. It took you a second to realize, the taste of the cock had changed.
This was my cock. The one that had just been in your ass. It must be Lisa behind you now.
You were sucking the cock straight from your ass. What kind of sick, disgusting slut does that? More importantly, what kind of sick, disgusting slut was turned on by it like you were? You used your tongue as much as you could, tasting your cunt, my cock, and not much else, which you were thankful for.
"Switch!" you heard again. Another moment of respite, and then the cocks were back inside you, thrusting away. You stood there and took it, like a good whore, as we used you. For another ten minutes, we bounced you back and forth between us.
"Ok, one more time, baby!"
