Mercys Merciless Christmas

Mercy's Merciless Christmas.

Authors Note: This is a continuation of Mercy's adventures at Briar Rose, a follow-up to the "No Mercy for Mercy" series. If you have read those and liked them, then I hope you enjoy tis continuation. If you haven't I recommend reading them first to acquaint yourself with the characters and situations.

As in the previous series there are extreme situations that are presented here as pure fantasy and for your entertainment. The "real" Mercy and I hope you enjoy Mercy's predicaments, and, if this type of story is not your cup of tea, then please feel free to look elsewhere at all this site has to offer.

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Mercy wanted to scream, even with the huge cock filling her throat but she had no air left in her lungs to do so. Truthfully, her mind wasn't even coherent enough to form the idea of screaming. She just grunted, spit and drooled as her mouth was filled with a thick, unwashed cock that tasted of her ass (where it had most recently been). Her pussy was also stuffed by another cock that she was currently squatting on as two men pressed her down onto it. Her ass on the other hand had been spread open by a wide metal speculum, but that wasn't the worst part. Peppermint oils had been applied liberally to the speculum and were being spread deep into her ass even as the head of the rabbit dildo was vibrating at max speed as it was slowly pushed into her gaping anal cavity. Her breasts had not been ignored as the tight suction of the automated breast pumps pulled and sucked at her hard, distended nipples. Even now she could feel the sensation of the first squirts of milk being drawn from them. Her whole world was orgasm, pain, and delight. She was unable to control her body as once more she was brought over the edge of a body shaking climax. How many was this? She couldn't recall. They wouldn't give her time to recover, they just forced her to cum again and again. Drooling, crying, shaking as her body was wracked by sensations, painful and exquisite, her mind tried to reassert itself and remember how she had come here, to Briar Rose once again, and found herself in this position.

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Once James handed the leash to Todd and Bryan, his college age nephews, they had wasted no time at all in exploring Mercy's body in every way they could. She had soon found herself on her knees, Bryans ten-inch cock shoved so deep into her throat she could barely breath, even as Todd spread her cheeks and began exploring the depths of her pussy with his own enormous cock. Mercy truly could not believe that both of these boys had such huge cocks. Just as almost everyone who had used her when she had been at Briar Rose had. It didn't seem natural to her that all of the men who had been using her over the past week or so had been hung like bulls.

Briar Rose was a large, rambling estate that served ostensibly as a health and wellness spa on the outskirts of town. It was on several acres of private land, tree covered and removed from any prying eyes. It was also surrounded by a large wall adding to it's privacy. Just over a week ago, her lover, James, had "gifted" her with an all expense paid week at the spa and retreat. She had been so excited when she first found out about it and eagerly accepted. She soon found out however that the facility was designed to take women and indoctrinate them into being willing sex slaves to their men. During her stay she had been tied down, teased, tormented, and fucked in every hole, though they had never actually cum in her ass. Instead they had simply used it in all manner of ways from fingers to large cocks and even raw ginger root to train her to take anal intercourse. Something she had always withheld from James.

She had been double and triple penetrated, made airtight with cocks and toys. Her breasts had been bound, clamped, and subjected to electro-play. By the end of the week, she didn't think there was anything they used on her or subjected her to (though she would find out that in this, she was very wrong).

When she had returned home, she had been conditioned to obey James's every demand. She had deepthroated him, allowed him to tie her up and take her ass, any, and everything he wanted, and she had been glad to do it for him. Because all the pain and humiliation and sexual abuse she had endured had all been so that she would learn to give herself to James completely, no reservations, no holds barred! She had hated having so many strangers using her again and again, but the conditioning seemed to have worked and she was besot over James. She would do anything for him.

But it turned out, doing whatever James wanted entailed something extra. Shortly after returning home, James had collared and leashed her, making her call him Master and referring to her as his slave. He had taken her to his own house and there, in the basement which had been retrofitted to be a complete and fully functional sex dungeon, he had introduced her to Todd and Bryan, his two nephews. He gave Mercy to them as a school graduation gift.

So, for the last three weeks, she had been kept down in the basement dungeon, chained to a bed down there when she wasn't being used by the two nephews or by James. They had filled every hole, teased every inch of her body, and forced her to do their bidding. They had even continued to feed her the thick, purple liquid that Dr. Behring at Briar Rose had been giving her. It was part aphrodisiac and part breast milk enhancer. Now her body wanted sex almost constantly and her nipples had begun leaking milk.

This delighted Todd and Bryan to no end and they both spent time pulling and squeezing her tits, milking her daily and even drinking from her breasts. The end result was that her nipples were almost constantly hard and more sensitive than they had ever been. And the boys knew that and used it to their advantage.

Eventually, just being down in the basement wasn't enough for them. As the Fall progressed and the year sped on towards its inevitable renewal, the nephews told several of their fraternity brothers what they had been doing and when the word had spread, she found herself being taken to the boys frat house as the guest at one of their wild parties.

(See full details of that weekend in an upcoming story, hopefully soon to be told).

After that weekend, Mercy's stubborn streak began to reassert itself. She struggled against James and his nephews using her more than before. She fought against her bonds and tried to refuse them on a few different occasions, though ultimately, the struggles were useless and the punishments she received were always worse afterwards. But the one thing she couldn't control, the one aspect of all of this that she had trouble understanding, is how no matter what they subjected her to or how many ways they used her, even as her mind rebelled and she screamed curses at them again and again, her body never failed to react to everything they did to her. It was as if she had no control over it. They would lock her hands behind her back and hand weighted clamps on her tits and her pussy would become damp. Sensations of need and desire flowed through her even as she begged for them to stop. Nothing that they did seemed to diminish these feelings that her body betrayed her with.

Finally, after more than six weeks of free use by his nephews and himself, Mercy was treated to a rare weekend of quiet. Christmas time was looming on the horizon and Todd and Bryan had a weekend long engagement they had been looking forward to. They packed a few things and headed out, leaving James and Mercy alone in his house. For almost twenty-four hours, Mercy was allowed the run of James' home. She was able to take a long and luxuriating bath. He saw to her needs, pampered her, and even cooked her a beautiful dinner. At first she was nervous, fearing something sinister was in the works but by the second day she had begun to relax. She started to enjoy the gentle attentions that James paid her and they even made love, no chains, no clamps, just soft, passionate lovemaking.

After it was over, James rolled over and went to sleep while Mercy laid next to him, pondering this new life she found herself in. This weekend with James had been so good, it was almost the way it had used to be. Strangely enough though, even as good as their lovemaking had been, Mercy felt a little unsatisfied by it all. James was a wonderful lover and he had paid attention to her needs as well as his own but somehow, it just didn't feel quite as satisfying as it used to. Could it be she was becoming used to the abuse and rough handling? That thought frightened her and she was determined to somehow take control back. With that thought firmly set in her mind, she curled up against James and finally fell asleep.

She awoke to the sensation of movement. Still blurry with sleep, she opened her eyes and immediately realized she was not in James' bed. She found herself staring up at the ceiling of some sort of van. She tried to sit up and found that she was strapped tightly to a narrow bed that rocked slightly to the vans movements. No, a van wasn't quite right. As she turned her head and tried her best to look around, she saw several storage compartments on the walls, some with a red cross marking them, and there was a large, muscular man in orderlies clothes sitting next to her.

So, was this an ambulance? What had happened? Had she been in some sort of accident? She couldn't remember anything happening. She tried to speak and found her throat was dry so her voice squeaked out a whisper, sounding weaker than she intended.

'"What...happened? Where am I?" She managed to ask before she needed to lick her lips and try to swallow. The orderly look over, seeing that she was now awake and smiled at her. He wasn't a bad looking fellow, seemingly in his late 20's or early 30's. He had a head of unruly brown hair that hung down to just above his collar. His face was square jawed and sported a faint five-o'clock-shadow.

"Oh, good, you're awake. How are we feeling?" he asked solicitously. Mercy looked at the man and again tried to pull against her bonds in order to sit up. The man chuckled softly and shook his head. "Don't struggle, you're strapped in for your own safety. Wouldn't want you falling off of the gurney while we are moving, would we? Are you feeling better?"

"Better?" She managed to say in a hoarse whisper. "I'm fine...I don't know what happened. Was there an accident?" her voice was starting to recover though her throat was still dry.

"No, no, nothing like that. It's just sometimes the drug can have side affects like a little nausea or a headache. Feeling any of that?" He was now turned and fully looking at her. Mercy felt a little vulnerable and more than a bit uncomfortable being stared at. She looked down at herself and saw that she was covered in a thin cotton sheet up to her neck and ticked in around her. She could also tell that under the sheet she wasn't wearing anything else. The feelings of confusion she had were now being amplified by sense of alarm.

"Drug? What drug?" she asked nervously. The man nodded sympathetically as if he understood her confusion.

"It's nothing to worry about. We just gave you a little sedative to keep you quiet while we got you into the ambulance." He made this pronouncement as if it explained everything. Then, he reached out and began to pull on the sides of the sheet covering Mercy. "I'd better take a quick look just to make certain you're ok. He pilled on the sheet and began to peel it back, down off of Mercy's naked body. Mercy panicked.

'No! Wait, I'm not dressed!" She shouted but the orderly continued to pull the sheet away, revealing Mercy in all her glory. Her arms were cuffed by thick, brown cuffs and attached to bars that ran the length of her gurney. Then there were wide, heavy straps that ran across her torso just under her large, firm breasts and another strap across her legs, just above the knees. Her legs were slightly spread apart and held that way by two ankle cuffs also attached to the gurney. The orderly chuckled at her obvious embarrassment.

"I'd have thought you would be used to being naked by now. After all, it's the way James and his nephews like you best, not to mention the staff." For a moment that felt like an eternity, Mercy stared at the man, unable to make sense of what he was saying. Then, in horror, she noticed the name tag on his uniform. The name printed on it was

Daniel

and below the name were the words, "

Briar Rose staff

." Mercy's throat constricted and her stomach heaved as she realized what was happening. She was going back.

"NO!" She screamed and began thrashing on the gurney, yanking harder than ever at her straps, and trying futilely to get free. "I won't go back! Please don't make me!" Daniel just smiled, his hands reaching out to cup her large breasts. He gripped them and began to massage and squeeze them, his eyes staring intently at her as he did.

"Oh, these feel so good!" he said. His hands slid up to her nipples and he took each one between the thumb and forefinger of each hand, beginning to pinch and twist them. Mercy moaned at the rough play but her nipples swelled and stiffened under his touch. He pulled on them, stretching them out and then roughly shaking them both. Mercy howled in pain, embarrassed to be helpless and once more treated like a sex object. Daniel smiled and nodded.

"Excellent reaction. Good." With a final vicious tug, he released her tits and slid his hands onto her stomach and sides. He moved them down slowly, passing over the strap holding her and even taking a moment to use his fingers and tickle her along the ribs. Mercy squealed and tried to wriggle away but she was helplessly bound. Then Daniel slid lower, both his hands moving over her body and came to rest on her upper thigs, just barely an inch from her pussy. He took his thumbs and began to stroke her inner thigh, moving slowly closer to her jewel box's outer lips. They brushed over the tick, puffy labia and caused a shudder to run through Mercy.

"No...please stop!" she whimpered in a plaintive voice. I don't want this, not again!" Daniel paid her no mind except to voice that irritating chuckle again. Then he gripped the outer lips of her pussy and pulled them apart. He held them open with his thumb and forefinger while he allowed his other fingers to softly began sliding up and down her pink slit. He continued this way for a few more moments while Mercy bucked and moaned, trying to get him to stop. She hated this, touched and stroked by a stranger, but already, her body, attuned as it was to being forced, was reacting. She could already feel the dampness spreading between her thighs like a pavlovian response to being tied down and touched.

Daniel noticed this too and nodded in satisfaction again. He released one of her pussy lips and moved his thumb across her damp opening till he found her clit. It was already swelling. His thumb brushed over it roughly and then began to exert more pressure, speeding up, stroking it faster and faster. Now his other hand released the other side of her pussy and he allowed two fingers to dip between her legs and push in between her folds. He continued till they were fully inserted. Then he began to move them in soft, quick circles deep inside her, touching on her g-spot while he continued to stroke and press on her clit.

The damned aphrodisiac liquid that James and his nephews continuously fed her made her body highly sensitive to stimulation. The dampness between her legs increased and her heart began to pound. Her breath panted and caught in her throat as Daniels hands worked her pussy, stroking and thrusting, making her more excited with every passing second. Mercy squealed and ground her teeth together. Air hissed between her lips as she struggled to hold back these feelings. She didn't want to give him the satisfaction of making her cum. Tears leaked from her eyes as she tried in vain to stop the rising feel of her climax, building quickly within her.

Then, without stopping what he was doing to her pussy, he leaned over and lowered his mouth onto her left breast. His lips made a seal and he softly bit her tit. Pulling it up as his tongue lashed across it's tip. It was too much for Mercy and she cried out in something akin to ecstasy and humiliation.

"GOD NO! STOP!" she moaned loudly again as Daniel increased the pressure on her nipple with his teeth and pushed a third finger into her. His thrusting sped up and now he was practically slapping and pinching her clit. Mercy's hips bucked, breath streamed from her nose and she made deep gurgling sounds in her throat as her orgasm rose closer and closer. Nothing was stopping it now. This bastard was going to make her cum. She hated him, hated that he could use her this way, and yet her body strummed with pleasure as the first wave of release exploded within her. Daniel was now chewing and sucking her tit hard while his hands refused to stop even as her climax burst upon her. Mercy screamed and howled as her now highly sensitive clit was given no time to calm down. Daniel continued his hard, fast manipulations and her first orgasm skyrocketed to her second. She was beside herself, her body strained and fought against the bonds that held her as every cell in her body seemingly overheated at once.

"Oh god...please...st..stop! No more!" she managed to growl even as Daniel seemed to redouble his efforts, urging her towards a third, painful yet even more powerful orgasm. Mercy didn't think she could take it but Daniel gave her no choice, urging her body on, faster and harder. He now had four fingers in her and he was pinching and twisting her clit relentlessly. His tongue lashed and licked her nipple, his teeth pulled and bit it to the edge of pain and still he didn't stop. Mercy thrashed her head back and forth at a frenzied pace as she reached her third orgasm. It was too much. She screamed, tears flowing down her red face.

Daniel held her there for a moment longer and then his mouth released her breast. He pulled his fingers out and stopped the teasing of her clit. As Mercy laid there, chest heaving, breath coming in rapid, rough gasps, Daniel took his fingers coated with an excess of Mercys cum and wetness and rubbed them across her lips.

"Open up now and clean me off," he told her, his voice gentle but firm. Mercy understood that there was no choice. She reluctantly, but obediently opened her mouth, sticking out her tongue as he slid two finger onto her mouth and pressed them back towards her throat. Mercy gagged and spit but her tongue dutifully lathered across his digits sucking and cleaning her juices off of them. Then Daniel added the third and fourth finger, stretching her mouth to near its limit. But she did her best and licked and sucked his fingers clean.

Finally satisfied, Daniel pulled his fingers out of her mouth. For a moment, he just stood there looking at her, watching her breasts rise and fall, seeing the soft twitched her pelvis made as the sensations from her three orgasms slowly, but not completely faded. Then, without a word, he stood up and in one smooth motion, pulled down his thin, cotton pants, revealing a huge ten-inch cock nearly as thick as a coke bottle and fully erect. Seeing this, Mercy realized there was more coming.

"Oh no...please no more!" She whimpered. Daniel just smirked and then, raising a leg, quickly got onto the gurney with Mercy, his knees straddling her midsection, right over the strap. He carefully pushed himself forward until his hard, throbbing cock was between Mercy's tits. Then, he took a hold of her breasts, one in each hand and far more roughly than was needed, he squeezed them, pushing them together around his cock and began to ride, tit-fucking her hard and fast. Mercy was helpless to resist this and grunted and wheezed under his weight on her. She shook her head and tried to plead with him to stop. Daniels cock slid back and forth, again and again between her huge chest as his hands squeezed and pulled on them making her groan in pain. But even this treatment, humiliating as it was, having her breasts painfully crushed and pulled, didn't stop her body from heating up and reacting to the treatment.