Day 8, evening
Jane was shaken awake; when her vision got somewhat clear, she saw Mike rocking her bound body with his leg to wake her up.
"Wake the fuck up! You don't have permission to die yet, bitch!"
Jane just kept staring at him, panting; for a brief moment, she wanted to die-- she wanted this ordeal to be over with. Jane barely had any strength left, her gurgling stomach made it clear how hungry she was and her mouth was dry; she tried to move, only to be reminded that she was still bound and gagged-- still a fuck-toy for her landlords.
"Come on! Lets get your dirty ass cleaned up!"
He wrinkled his nose at the smell of urine. At some point in her sleep, Jane had pissed herself. Mike reached down and untied her legs, careful not to touch any cum or piss stains, then he unfastened the belt from the leg of the couch. He pulled the leash up, choking Jane, as he made her kneel.
She struggled a bit, as she didn't have any strength and was purely propped up by the leash choking her. Still gagged, with two pairs of underwear in her mouth and a third one partially covering her nose, had made her breathing difficult enough already. Mike eased off the leash a little bit and tugged on it and Jane obediently followed him crawling on her knees. Fortunately, the floor tiles were smooth enough that she only had to endure the pain on her knees and not her skin being abraded against the floor.
After what felt like a mile-long hike to Jane, they finally reached the bathroom. Mike pulled up on the leash to make Jane stand and then walked her to the toilet. She did her business and was given an extra round of the enema just to be sure, all while still being gagged with the dirty underwear.
Mike then finally untied her hands and Jane didn't waste a second to remove that cursed gag from her mouth, and finally breathe in some fresh air. She thoroughly brushed her teeth and washed her mouth, followed by a nice and warm shower; well, at least as nice as it could be with Mike recording her on his phone. Trying to ignore him, Jane washed herself thoroughly from all the cum and dust from the night before. Her hand was massaging her neck, cleaning around the locked collar. She carefully cleaned the dried blood from her piercings, wincing as the soap made contact.
After the shower, Jane dried herself, and Mike promptly clipped the leash to her collar and tugged it downwards, to make her go down on all fours, then he walked her back to the dining room.
Expected to be led to the kitchen to make breakfast, Jane was a little surprised to see that John and Charles had some take-out, and were setting the table. That was when she realized it was already late evening, and she had been asleep for almost the entire day. Her gurgling stomach was begging for some sustenance.
Jane stood still for a moment, her eyes darting between the other two men, when Mike spanked her ass and ordered her to get under the table, to which she immediately obeyed. She stayed around under the center of the table, as the men took their seats.
"The better you serve us, the better dinner you will get! Now get to it!" Mike said it in a very dismissive voice, like he didn't consider Jane a person at that point.
But Jane, motivated by her hunger, quickly got to work and began unzipping the men's pants and took out their cocks. Mike was already semi-erect, and it didn't take long for Charles to get hard, either, closely followed by John. And she began to suck on them and keep them all erect, as they had dinner.
After a minute or two, when Jane switched back to Mike; he put his hand on her head, but did not look at her under the table. "Let's make a deal. If you make us cum before we finish eating, then we will not spoil your dinner with cum, and if you don't make any of us cum in time, we will cum in your food. Good luck!" and he patted her head like a bitch.
Upon hearing that, Jane panicked. Until then, she had only been keeping the men hard, and was not trying to get them off; she didn't know how much food was left on their plates, so she didn't know how much time she had left. She quickened her pace and efforts, and even used her hands to keep them going and fondled their balls. But she was also thankful for being under the table, as they couldn't make eye contact with her. Jane didn't want them to look at her while she was eagerly sucking on their cocks and balls, switching between them in quick succession.
"Woah! You must be quite hungry!" exclaimed Charles, a little surprised by her enthusiasm in contrast to the previous night's reluctance.
"Hungry for cock, that is!!" retorted their dad, John, and all of them burst into laughter, drowning out Jane's empty stomach as she continued to work on their cocks.
She tried to ignore their humiliating comments, and kept working on their cocks as she raced against them finishing their dinners. The sound of spoons tapping and scraping the plates became more prominent with each passing second, suggesting eating would soon be finished.
John was the first one to cum.
At first, Jane thought that Mike never mentioned swallowing the cum so she was gonna let him cum in her hand, but all of them were still wearing their pants and she didn't want to face any punishment for ruining their clothes. So, she reluctantly took most of his cock and swallowed every drop of it. She was so hungry, even if it was hot, stinking cum, her body happily gobbled it all up.
Shortly after John, Mike came, too, and Jane swallowed his load, as well.
Finally, it was only Charles remaining, and she focused all her effort in making him cum, knowing his plate could be finished at any moment, but what she didn't know was that before coming to Jane's house with takeout, Charles had been with his girlfriend, whom he gave a nice creampie to and also a load to swallow. So, he was lasting longer than usual; long enough to easily finish his dinner before Jane could get him off.
Jane heard the clanking of the spoon and realized her time was up and she had failed. Charles began shifting in preparation to leave the chair, but despite that, she continued to blow his cock, in a last-ditch attempt to make him cum. He pushed her away from himself and quickly got up from the chair.
"No! Please! Wait!" Jane desperately followed after him on all fours, almost pouncing from under the table, to stop him from ruining her dinner. But a hard pull on her leash by Mike halted her attempt.
"A deal is a deal!"
Jane's eyes kept switching between Charles and Mike as she pulled on the leash. She was looking at Mike with pleading eyes, silently begging him to not ruin her dinner.
Meanwhile, Charles was then a few feet away from the table and had poured the contents of the take-out carton on a plate, and was already jerking his cock, which was lubed with Jane's spit, above it. And seeing Jane leashed and held down like a bitch was the last push he needed to cum.
Jane helplessly watched as he came all over her dinner and then put it on the floor. He had a smirk on his face, as he then approached her and patted her head with his-cum-and-her-spit-covered hand.
Mike finally let go of the leash and spanked Jane to get her to crawl to the plate.
Jane stared at the white cum glazing her plate for a second before she reluctantly lowered her mouth and began eating. The men laughed and ridiculed her, as she continued to eat, holding back a tear.
After she finished eating, the men led her to her marital bed, where she was gang-raped before they went to sleep.
Jane was forcefully brought to orgasm multiple times against her will. And was shamed and mocked each time she climaxed from all of the abuse. She hated every second of it, but no matter how much she denied it, she was craving for the abuse to continue because she knew it would always bring her to another blissful orgasm.
Since Charles had come so many times in the last twenty-four hours, he was using that to his advantage and was still pounding and abusing Jane while Mike and their dad John had gone to sleep. Charles shared the bed with Jane that night, with his cock still shoved in her ass.
