G.o.d, I can't f.u.c.king wait to have her again. I had my d.i.c.k in her not long ago, and the need is already clawing at me to have her again. I slip out of the driver's seat and go around to the back, pulling open the double doors.

My breath catches for a second when I see her p.u.s.s.y on display. The dome light in the van gives me a nearly perfect view of every curvy inch of her. "Go get things ready," I say in a voice I don't recognize as my own. It's hard to think straight, let alone talk. Seeing her all tied up, with our c.u.m dripping out of her, her costume now in shreds makes me feel like I'm going crazy. My c.o.c.k is still throbbing from listening to the sounds of Dante taking her. The slapping of skin as he took her however he wanted drove me insane with need.

She came all over his c.o.c.k while he f.u.c.ked her a.s.s, and now I can't wait to get inside her and do that too. But next time I want to eat it before I take it, and then I want both of us in her at once.

Dante leans down, pulling the underwear from her mouth, releasing the rope that held it in place, and crushes his lips on hers for a long hard kiss. When he finally pulls away, he's breathing heavily. I'm not sure there's going to be any sating our need for her.

I can tell he doesn't want to leave her, and I don't blame him. After a moment he finally pulls himself from her, and Sabrina starts jerking against her ropes, screaming for help.

I should tell her to stop, that there's no one for miles to hear her scream, but the more she screams, the more c.u.m leaks from my c.o.c.k, making a damp spot on the front of my jeans.

"Don't take too long, man. I'm going to set up and take a quick shower," Dante says, handing me a utility knife. I take it from him, sliding it into my open pocket. He takes one last look at her before running off towards the cabin.

I don't waste any time as I free myself from my jeans and pull my shirt off. I toss the shirt to the ground and crawl in after her, my hard c.o.c.k jutting up and pointing at her. She continues to scream, jerking against the bonds holding her wide open for me.

I crawl until I'm between her legs, I cage her body under me. My c.o.c.k slides across her c.l.i.t, and I stare down at her as she fights against the pleasure.

"Fight and scream all you want. There's no escaping us. In fact, keep it up. It makes me so G.o.dd.a.m.n hard hearing you beg."

"f.u.c.k you," she spits out with fire behind her words, her brown eyes looking darker.

I chuckle a little. "Oh no, baby. I'm about you f.u.c.k you." The words are teasing and p.i.s.s her off even more.

I slide my c.o.c.k back and forth over her c.l.i.t, making her jerk against the ropes. She bites her lip, and I know she's trying to fight the moan that wants to escape past her lips. She doesn't want to give me her sounds of pleasure, but I'll force them from her if I have to. Just like I'll force her o.r.g.a.s.ms from her.

"No one can hear you all the way out here, little witch. You can scream as loud as you want, and no one will stop us. Besides, you were asking for it." I get close to her ear and whisper, "It's okay if you scream in pleasure too, Sabrina. It will be our little secret that you like getting your p.u.s.s.y and a.s.s raped. That all those no's really mean yes." I slide myself into her tight c.u.n.t, unable to control myself any longer. I wanted to tease her c.l.i.t more and play with her, but I have to be inside her.

"Please, just stop. Let me go, I'll never tell anymore." She's losing a little of her fight and trying to beg her way out of this.

"Oh, we'll stop. After we've got our fill of you. Once we've stuffed you with so much c.u.m you'll never be able to wash us off, we'll stop. Once the two of us are ingrained in your skin, we'll leave you alone." My words are true, but we'll never get our fill of her; she'll never be able to escape us.

The taste of her p.u.s.s.y is long gone from my mouth, but I'll be getting it back soon enough. I lean down to kiss her, wanting her mouth while I'm inside her. She snaps at me as if she's going to bite me, but I don't care. I take her mouth as she clamps down on my lip, the taste of copper hitting my tongue and making me thrust into her harder. If she wants to mix a little bit of pain with pleasure, then I'm all for it. I love it rough, and if she wants it hard, she's going to get it.

When my next thrust bottoms out in her p.u.s.s.y, she releases my lip, gasping with what I'm sure is an equal mix of delight and torture. I feel her cervix tighten around the head of my c.o.c.k, making a little bit of my c.u.m leak out into her welcoming womb.

Burying my face in her neck, I continue to thrust hard in and out of her. The motion rocks the van, and the noise of smacking skin echoes off the metal walls. The sound of her syrupy c.u.n.t getting f.u.c.ked is a G.o.dd.a.m.n symphony.

"Go ahead, bite me," I encourage her, wanting her to brand my skin. I want her to leave her teeth marks all over me.

When her teeth latch onto my shoulder, the sharp edge of pain sends me over, filling her once again with my seed. As I peak, I attach myself to her neck, biting her the same way. Her p.u.s.s.y clamps down around my d.i.c.k, milking my o.r.g.a.s.m out of me as she takes her own pleasure.

I feel the last drop of my c.u.m empty into her, and her c.u.n.t tries to suck more from me. Her c.u.n.t is a greedy c.u.m wh.o.r.e, just dying to have more.

Pulling back, I look down at her and see her eyes are closed. f.u.c.k, I hope the fight isn't completely out of her yet. Maybe the o.r.g.a.s.m took her over.

The bite mark I left on her neck is perfectly clear. Dante should put one on the other side. We should stamp our ownership on her body. I wonder what else we could do to her body to make her ours.

She doesn't stir as I pull the knife out of my pocket and cut the ropes at her arms and legs. I gather her into my arms and get her out of the van, quietly shutting the doors behind us.

I walk toward the cabin and make my way onto the porch, pushing the door open with my foot. I kick it closed behind us, shutting the three of us inside the cabin and sealing her fate.

6.

Sabrina

When I wake, it feels as if I've been asleep for days, although it's probably only been a few minutes. I open my eyes and look around but realize I'm face down and bound. I pull on the ropes binding my arms and legs and there's almost no give.

I'm laid across what feels like a padded sawhorse; it's some kind of bench holding me in place. My head is on a cushion, and I feel cool soft leather against my chest and stomach. My knees are resting on the same padding on either side of the bench, and a soft breeze against my a.s.s lets me know I'm completely naked and spread wide open. My hands are tied to the front, and I'm unable to move my body even an inch. I can wiggle my fingers and toes, so that's a plus, but other than that, I'm strapped to this bench, doggy-style with my a.s.s in the air.

I hear a slight rustling, and then I hear two sets of heavy footsteps coming toward me. I tense at the sound, not wanting to draw attention, but then I roll my eyes when I think about how stupid that thought is. My entire lower half is spread open, and there's nothing I can do about it. Making a sound couldn't possibly draw any more attention to me.

"Looks like someone is awake and ready to play." I hear Dante's voice to my right as Porter moves to my left.

"I f.u.c.ked her so hard she pa.s.sed out. The little c.u.m s.l.u.t drained my d.i.c.k and then needed a nap. What do you say we do that again, baby?"

Porter gets in my line of vision, and he's got a smug smile on his face. I want to smack it off him, but my hands are tied.

"Get the f.u.c.k away from me," I say through gritted teeth. He gives me an even bigger smile and looks up at Dante.

"Looks like she's got some fight left. I say we f.u.c.k it out of her. Heads or tails, bro?" Porter asks flipping a coin into the air.

"Call it in the air."

"Tails," Dante says as it comes down.

The both look at the coin and then smile, looking over to me. I feel panic rise in my chest, and my heart starts to beat rapidly as they move around me to where I can't see them.

I feel their hands start to run down my naked back and across my a.s.s, sending a chill down my spine.

"Just in case you're curious, Sabrina, Porter and I have you tied to what's called a spanking bench. It's really a wonderful thing, don't you think? Porter is so good with his hands. He built this all by himself." I feel Porter's hands squeeze my a.s.s as Dante continues to talk. "The bench allows us to bind you tightly but comfortably, and it allows you to be spread open at the perfect height for our taking. But most importantly, it allows us to do this."

On his final word, I feel a stinging slap across my right a.s.s cheek, sending sharp heat through my skin. I grunt, not giving him them the satisfaction of a cry for help. If this is how it's going to be, I'm going to stay strong. If I don't have any choice but to lie here and take it, then that's what I have to do. But I don't have to make it easy on them.

I feel a sharp smack on my left a.s.s cheek. I think that must be Porter. They're taking turns spanking me, and I feel my face heat with embarra.s.sment.

"Look at the way her a.s.s bounces when you smack it. Do it again, Porter. I love watching her curves bounce." A smack hits my left cheek again, and I feel the movement he's talking about. I have a big b.u.t.t, and being bent over like this just exaggerates it.

Suddenly, I'm feeling spanks on both sides of my a.s.s, the two of them alternating and working together. I grit my teeth and take the spanking, not making a sound. I close my eyes tightly and try to think of something else, but each blow has my skin heating up. I can't escape it.

"G.o.dd.a.m.n, it gets me so f.u.c.king hard seeing it bounce like that. I think it's time to take care of this ache in my d.i.c.k," Porter says, and I feel him moving up my body. He stands in my line of vision. "I got heads, so it looks like you're getting face-f.u.c.ked, baby."

I press my lips together tightly, making it clear I won't be going easy. He laughs as he undoes his jeans and pulls out his huge c.o.c.k. I can't believe he f.u.c.ked me so hard with that monster, and I don't know how he thinks I can fit that in my mouth. It's as thick as my wrist.

He bends down, grabbing my jaw firmly and making me look into his eyes. I watch as he slowly removes his belt and holds it up for me to see. "You've got two options. You can open your mouth and suck me off like the c.u.m wh.o.r.e you were dressed as tonight, or I can take this belt to your a.s.s until you open that pretty mouth. Either way, I'm f.u.c.king it."

Dante gives my a.s.s about a dozen smacks in a row, and I nearly whimper at the feeling. I don't think I could handle one lash of the belt and they know it. Looking up at Porter, I nod my head and open my mouth slightly. His grin is nearly evil as he shoves his thumb into my mouth and licks his lips.

"Suck it, Sabrina. Show me how good you're going to suck my c.o.c.k."

I feel Dante's hands on my a.s.s cheeks, squeezing them and pulling them apart. Suddenly, his hard c.o.c.k is at the entrance of my p.u.s.s.y, and it's a warning to do as I'm told.

I close my eyes and feel Porter's hand in my hair, taking a fistful and pulling it tight. My eyes snap back open and he glares at me. "You keep your eyes open and show me how good you're going to suck my d.i.c.k." He looks back at Dante and nods his head, and I feel the hard thrust of his c.o.c.k in my p.u.s.s.y as I suck on Porter's thumb.

There's no escape. All I can do is lie there and take it as Dante rapes my p.u.s.s.y and Porter gets ready to f.u.c.k my mouth.

7.

Dante

I thrust hard as I watch Sabrina give in and do what Porter told her to do. I watch as he pulls his thumb out of her mouth and presses his c.o.c.k to her lips. She opens her mouth and he thrusts in, gripping her hair and f.u.c.king in and out of her mouth.

I look down to where my c.o.c.k is sinking in and out of her c.u.n.t. Her sticky juice coats my c.o.c.k and makes it glide into her without any resistance. I grab her rosy a.s.s cheeks and squeeze them hard as we both f.u.c.k her body. I hear a little whimper and feel her clench around my c.o.c.k, making my eyes roll back in my head. She's so tight that even the smallest tremor through her c.u.n.t squeezes my d.i.c.k so snugly.

"G.o.dd.a.m.n, bro. She's clenching my c.o.c.k so hard. How's her mouth feel?"

Porter looks at me as if he's in pain. "Too good. f.u.c.k, that smart mouth of hers sucks so hard. She's trying to siphon the c.u.m out of my b.a.l.l.s. Aren't you, baby?"

Sabrina must like his filthy words, because she gets wetter, making her juices drip out of her c.u.n.t and onto the floor. I can't help but laugh at how turned on she is.

"Keep it up, Porter. She's making a puddle on the floor with all her p.u.s.s.y juice. She's so f.u.c.king h.o.r.n.y for it, she's sprung a leak."

We both start laughing and Sabrina tenses, trying to fight against her bindings. I rub her spine and then bring my thumb to her a.s.shole, pressing there. "Easy, baby. Don't be ashamed. It's okay that you love getting raped by the two of us. We'll keep you full of d.i.c.k so you don't have to dress like a wh.o.r.e anymore."

I push my thumb into her a.s.s, breaching her tight ring, and start to move it in and out. I f.u.c.k her p.u.s.s.y harder, riding her c.u.n.t just how I want to, watching my thick d.i.c.k disappear into her c.u.n.t.

Looking up, I see Porter has her hair gripped in both of his hands as he thrusts into her mouth. Seeing him taking her hard makes me f.u.c.k her even harder. She's got no place to go, being tied down like this, so she just has to lie there and take a good f.u.c.king.

It takes only a few strokes of her three holes getting penetrated at the same time when I feel her p.u.s.s.y clamping down on my d.i.c.k. She's going to c.u.m all over me, and I've got to hold on tight to my own nut.

"She's c.u.mming, Porter. Her s.l.u.tty p.u.s.s.y is throbbing all over my c.o.c.k. G.o.dd.a.m.n, she's c.u.mming hard."

Tight pulses squeeze me hard, and I see her body tense with her o.r.g.a.s.m. She gets a deep flush up her back, and I can hear small whimpers escape her mouth around Porter's d.i.c.k.

"I'm close, Dante. Let's dump c.u.m on her at the same time."

I pull out of her p.u.s.s.y and take my thumb out of her a.s.shole, pressing my d.i.c.k between her a.s.s cheeks. I squeeze her cheeks around my c.o.c.k and f.u.c.k her without penetrating her. My d.i.c.k is so lubed from her c.u.n.t that it glides through, the tip of my d.i.c.k peeking out at the top of her a.s.s. It's like t.i.tty-f.u.c.king, but with her fat a.s.s instead of her fat t.i.ts.

I see Porter pull out of her mouth and jerk his c.o.c.k off with one hand while the other stays in her hair. "Keep your eyes open, little witch. You dressed like a wh.o.r.e looking to get used, and that's exactly what we're giving you. You should be thanking us."

He strokes his c.o.c.k harder, and I thrust against her a.s.s cheeks at the same speed, matching his rhythm.

"Look how lucky you are," he grits out as he starts to spurt thick ropes of c.u.m on her face.

My own o.r.g.a.s.m is triggered at the sight of c.u.m splashing across her cheek, and I squirt my c.u.m across her lower back. I c.u.m so hard and long that it makes a little puddle just above her a.s.s crack.

Once I'm empty, I reach down and smear it across her a.s.s, rubbing my c.u.m onto her. I look up and see Porter doing the same, rubbing his c.u.m on her cheek and neck. When he's finished, he leans down, licking her lips and kissing her roughly.

I take a step back and smack her a.s.s cheek hard, causing her to yelp loudly. Finally, we got the sound we wanted from her. Breaking her just a little more each time. She'll be begging us next.

"Let's clean her up and get her on the bed, I want us to f.u.c.k her at the same time."

8.

Porter