*Note: I should probably mention that this is the final part to this story. Hope you all liked it. As always, feedback is appreciated.
I take my jacket off and drape it over the back of the chair. I file through the stack of records, seeing if anything will catch my eye. In the background, I can hear them tearing at her dress, ripping her last barrier to shreds. I pull out an album with Dean Martin in a checkered blue suit and a steam boat behind him. I place the vinyl disk on the turntable and give the handle a crank. Delightfully, it starts up and I place the needle. The room resounds with a baritone voice singing "Carolina Moon." Oh I love this song. I pull the chair closer and prop one ankle on the other knee.
Showtime.
Henry had taken off the gag and was shoving his cock down her throat. She gagged and pulled back with a jerk, but his hand stayed at the back of her head. Luke spat into his palm and rubbed his hand up and down her asshole while his free hand took a photo. The quick flash and motor whiz flooded the room. The pet gagged as she choked on Henry's dick. Slobber dripped from her lower lip and landed on either his balls or the floor. He wasn't face fucking by any means, but he was aggressive with how deep he pushed into her mouth.
"Come on, stick that tongue out," he said as he forced himself all the way down.
I think she was trying, but I couldn't see that well. Luke put his camera on the floor, then placed both of his hands on her hips; a crooked smile hung on his lower face. No hesitation. He pushed hard and he pushed fast. If it wasn't for Henry's dick down her throat, her scream would have burst an eardrum. He seemed to enjoy it though. They both did.
"Arch that back bitch," Luke said as he pistoned in and out of her ass.
His hands migrated to the front of her thighs. This gave him leverage to pound her harder, and pound her he did. Her entire body rocked forward onto Henry who kept his hand in the same position. After a few minutes, Luke slowed down enough to pick up his camera and take another picture. He looked up at Henry's cock driving in and out of her mouth. "Mind if I take a pic?" Henry shrugged, indifferent. A flash, a whir, a crooked smile that still hung on his lower face. He put his camera down and once again began pounding in and out of her asshole. Her shoulders tensed and she bowed up, but he pressed on her lower back. She flinched harder than she should have, but it did the trick and she was back to arching.
I couldn't tell who came first because they both growled and swore as their bodies came to a resting position. Luke kept his dick in her ass and Henry kept his cock in her mouth. Completely full. I smirk and think how a photo of all her holes dripping with various cum would make a nice addition to her phone. Henry went to work, collecting samples of her tears in a little pipette. He wiped the corner of her mouth with a white handkerchief pulled from his pocket, then sealed it away in a tiny jar, immortalizing her suffering. Luke took photo after photo of her used ass, cum soaked pussy, and distraught face. He noticed the bruise from where I punched her earlier and pointed it out to Henry. While Henry pressed on it with the palm of his hand, Luke snapped a pic of her suffering. They stood up and laughed. My own dick strained in my pants, wanting to spring free. I stood up and they noticed my predicament. "I see you're ready for round two," Luke joked. "I'm good if you are," he said, looking at Henry. Henry nodded and they both ascended the stairs out the hatch, trophies in hand.
I tossed my jacket aside and approached my little pet with renewed excitement in my veins and a Cheshire grin on my face.
"...P-please, d-d-please don't..." she sobbed out.
"Please don't what?" I said as I cocked my head slightly.
"P-p-please don't...d-don't hurt m-me anymore," she said with a voice that was silky and sincere.
I breathed sharply. In through the nose, out through the mouth. "Now what fun would that be?"
I crack my neck and catch her by the hair. I take out my pocket knife and slice through her leg bindings. The tape rips and peels as I yank it from her thighs. She winced as red marks danced across her lower body. I tossed the tape behind me and drug her to the bed, pushing her face down into the mattress. Her hands remained balled up fists wrapped in duct tape. Knowing her pussy was still wet from before, I simply take out my raging hard on and shove it inside her cunt. With what little strength she had left, she raised her back up in protest. I grabbed her above both elbows in response. I control my tempo this time, watching her body language as I fuck her slow and steady. I wonder if I can make her cum again? I soften my grip.
"Get on the fuckin' bed," I whisper into her ear with a slap to the ass.
She obeys.
I toss the pillows onto the floor. The bedposts are outfitted with what look like insane asylum restraints. Whatever. I straddle her stomach and fasten one wrist, then the other. She whimpers and breathes heavy, but she says nothing. I lick my lips like a dog and proceed to kiss her neck. Nothing rough, just enough to get her attention. Her jaw locks and her head turns, but her body relaxes and I move my legs in between hers. I pull on her earlobe with my teeth and I hear her legs sliding up on the sheets, making room for me. I go back to kissing her neck. When she tries to turn her head this time, I take a hand and plant it on her mouth; my thumb stroked the underside of her chin and I felt her swallow. I position the head of my cock at her entrance and press. Instead of the usually timid wince or painful jerk, she moans with distinct pleasure.
I smirk.
I pick up the pace and start sucking her the side of her neck. Her lips vibrate against my hand as she moans louder. Her arms tighten and pull at the cuffs. I take in a lungful of air and breathe warm, gentle air into her ear. Her moan is sharp as I feel her pussy constrict around my dick. My other hand squeezes the front of her throat. I push all the way in and speak low into her ear, "You better ask me before you cum." I open my mouth wide and suck on her neck as I grope her thighs.
"Pl-please," she squeaks out.
"Please what." I say.
"Ple-please, can I cu- aahuuhh-."
Before she can finish her thought I thrust harder and faster, still sucking on her neck. I shove the side of my hand into her mouth and bite down on her neck. She bites down on my hand, but everything else feels too good to give a shit. As her breathing intensifies and her head tilts up, her legs close up against mine. Her pussy clamps down on my dick and she cums for the second time. I almost explode myself when her hips buck against my pelvis. Instead, I pull out and straddle her stomach again.
"Suck me off," I command.
I can see in her eyes that she doesn't want to, but instead of resisting, she relents. Her velvet tongue probes out and her delicate lips wrap around my shaft. I takes only a few seconds or so of her head bobbing up and down on my dick for me to empty my load into her mouth. I keep my cock inside her sweet mouth until she gets the hint and swallows all of it. She tries to pull her head off, but I hold it in place. She panics alittle and blinks at me with uncertainty.
"Ah ah ah. Not yet," I say with my cock still hard between her lips. "I gotta take a piss. And I don't wanna ruin the sheets here. So you're gonna swallow it as it comes out. You spit it out, I beat the shit out of you. You spill any, I beat the shit out of you. You bite down," I leaned in a bit, "I bite down harder." She goes back to whimpering and pleads with her eyes. I simply smirk and release my bladder. Her face contorts with disgust, but she swallows all of that too. "There," I say as I slowly pull out, "That wasn't so bad, was it?" She coughed long and hard as I hopped off the bed and zipped back up. I trotted up the stairs through the hatch and spot her phone sitting on the coffee table. I grabbed it without saying a word to any of the guys and head back down. She sobbed and sniffed while lying on the bed. I smiled, idea in mind.
I unlocked her phone and sent a handful of her nudes to my phone. I went back over and hopped up, snickering at her fear. "You see this?" I ask as I hold up both phones next to each other. "That's me, sending myself your nudes." I toss the phones on the bed behind me and watch as she squirms and struggles beneath me. I grab her neck with both hands and squeeze. "You tell anyone. You get police involved. You so much as confide in a therapist. I will blast those photos all over the internet and ruin whatever reputation you think you have."
I hear the hatch open and snap my view back to see Neil descending the stairs, cigarette in his mouth. "What's going on?" he asked.
"Insurance." I said.
"Yeah? You mean blackmail?"
"What's wrong with blackmail?"
"Nothin'. 'Cept her face isn't in any of those body pictures. Meanin' she can just deny that it's her."
I snatch the phone up and scroll through. He was right. "Ssshhhit."
"That's okay," Neil reassures. "I have another insurance plan."
"Yeah?"
"Yeah. I got a brother up in Timberlake. He used to be a firefighter." He takes pause to drag.
"You have a brother?" I say, somewhat surprised.
"Yeah, we're twins actually. He doesn't share in this particular...activity, but he's always had my back. We have her address. She tells anyone," he moves in closer to look her in the eye, "and I mean. Anyone." He blows smoke into her face and she's back to coughing. "And my brother will set yer house on fire with you in it and make it look like an accident."
Better than nothing. "You want a turn?" I ask Neil.
He shakes his head, "I'm good. You might as well keep her locked up here until we figure out a way to get her back unnoticed. Lucky for you, she doesn't work weekends so we have some time." He puffs away and heads back upstairs.
I undo the restraints and drag her off the bed. Her body shivers as I retape her legs in the same way we did before. When I hold up the gag, she shrinks back and begs me to not put it on her. I do of course. She crawls towards the cage with my fingers through her collar. I shove her in with my foot and pad lock it shut. She curls up and cries into her bound fists. I put the chair back where it was and put my jacket on, wanting to go outside to smoke. Then I'm hit with another idea. I about face and stroll back to the front of the cage. I notice the top has enough room for me to reach in and grab her. I pull out a Black & Mild and light up. The smoke dissipates through the bars as I crouch down to take a closer look. I shoot my arm out and grab the collar at the back of her neck, forcing her face closer to the ground. She seemed to sense what I was about to do and desperately pulled. I took a long drag and watched the embers glow bright orange. Without wasting a second, I press the tip into the back of her neck.
Her skin crackled.
Her voice broke.
I grinned.
Satisfied.
She has my mark.
I let go and allowed her to retreat back into the cage to cry. I took another drag and blew the smoke in her face. "I said permanently Renee. I meant that."
