Four for Fucking

Four for fucking

I saw them come in, stalking in confidently with a sense of being absolutely in control of their own space that stopped just short of arrogance.

She was short, very compact, with chunky boots up to her knees and bare legs under a pleated skirt, a corset that gave her respectable cleavage and Death eye makeup. Her two boys were tall, one solid in band T-shirt, the other thin in a black shirt that gleamed like silk, both in eyeliner and pants festooned with buckles and chains above solid-soled boots.

She walked between them but as they arrowed straight for the bar, and at the last moment solid boy peeled off and laid claim to a sofa in front of a low table.

I was already riding a buzz by that time, dancing to Bauhaus, Rob Zombie, New Order and even Ramstein, staying on a dance floor that ebbed but was never crowded, not this early in the night.

I had packed light for this trip, carrying enough for business and some clothes for fun, so hadn't been able to bring many outfits. When I had found this club I had looked at their website and decided on a fishnet shirt over a standard black bra over my barely-B cup breasts, tight leather pants and low-cut black boots I could wear with a pants suit at the meetings. I managed to find room to pack my coffin backpack for my phone and wallet and keys, so I wouldn't have to worry about losing a shoulder bag.

I went heavy on black lipstick and eyeliner, putting an Egyptian hook out to the side of each eye.

I wasn't looking to chat, I had done enough of that through the interminable two days I was being paid for, so I went to drink, and dance, and if I found some cute boy to fuck, why not?

I got there early, of course, because there was nothing for me to do to delay me.

The bouncers were clearly with the club, not some rental company, which is always a good sign, and the bar staff were quick, efficient, tattooed and pierced. The bald bloke was too chunky for my liking, but I'd happily do both the spiky blonde girl with conical tits and the young bloke with the mohawk.

I took a beer on a tour, finding the toilets (there was a sign on the door saying "If you want to fuck, get a room, people need to piss in here.") and a balcony for smoking (got to love upstairs venues).

The DJ had a mixtape on as he set up, and instead of the pen and clipboard I was used to there was a sign saying "Fuck your requests". That was a refreshing change.

The people already there were a familiar crowd, some of them quite well dressed but everybody in their own self-created space of maudlin aloofness. I felt a few eyes on me, but if nobody was going to move on me, I didn't feel like putting the effort into moving on someone else. At least - not yet.

I finished that beer at about the time the DJ started, and since there was no movement towards the dance floor, not even a subtle drift, I decided I would start. I had been pacing restlessly for long enough I didn't need to get into a rhythm, I already had one.

I danced through two songs, by which time there was one other girl moving without moving her feet in the shadows against one wall, and when I went for a beer I gave the DJ half a salute and got a quarter of a nod in return.

I bought the beer back with me and danced through another two songs before finishing it, then two more, and by that time the place was beginning to fill up, there were a few more people dancing and I was getting some looks from people who didn't look like they had the confidence to do anything else.

Then I saw them come in.

I kept an eye on them, sideways, through another song, while the skinny boy and the girl got beers and headed over to the sofa that solid had claimed, him pacing like a sexy leopard and she stalking and hitting the ground aggressively with her two-inch platforms.

I turned away from them then to lose myself in some VNV Nation and when I looked back, she was sitting sideways on solid's lap with his arms possessively around her tightly boned waist while skinny sprawled at the other end of the sofa, raking the crowd with his eyes.

The next time I looked, after the DJ changed things up with some Peter Murphy and I was beginning to work up a sweat, the two boys were sitting next to each other, her boots were across skinny's lap, and they were all talking with their heads together. Skinny's hands were possessively on her boots, which was very interesting.

I went to get another beer, and a scarecrow figure in a flapping black jacket and impossibly stable top hat bowed me off the dance floor, so I sketched him a curtsy back. The next time I looked, she was straddling solid's lap and eating his face as he cupped her arse under her skirt, and skinny was nowhere to be seen.

I took my next beer back to dance with me, riding a buzz that felt much more adrenalin than alcohol, gulping it down so quickly I realised I should probably start drinking some water if I was going to be sweating this much.

The beer disappeared so quickly I left it on a table before hitting the floor again, and this time it was getting harder to secure a spot for myself, so I ended up close to the DJ's booth, and rode through two songs without slowing down.

The next time I saw them, through a gap in the crowd, she was sitting backwards on skinny's lap and moving in time with the music while he drank a beer over her shoulder. With her skirt, if they were clever he could have been fucking her, but I didn't think they were. Solid was leaning against the other arm of the sofa, drinking and, I was pretty sure, looking straight at me.

Then the crowd closed between us again and I went back to the music, but feeling a bit more confident about prospects for the evening.

When I went to get a glass of water off the end of the bar, she was sitting on the couch sideways, leaning against solid, who had an arm curling around her and his hand cupping the underside of one corsetted boob, and her legs across skinny's lap, one of his hands up under her skirt.

I was beginning to get jealous of her. They all three of them looked at me, so I looked right back until I had put the empty glass back on the bar, when I twisted on my heel and marched back to the dance floor.

Three songs later, when I went to get another beer, skinny pushed next to me at the bar. His shirt really did make me ache to stroke it.

"What are you drinking?" He asked bluntly.

"Whatever you buy me," I said, equally bluntly.

"Only if you come back with us."

It was a nicely ambiguous phrase. I just nodded him towards the bald bartender, who had appeared in front of us.

We each carried two beers back, as the compact girl straddled the solid boy and rubbed the edge of her corset's cups into his chest while he sucked on her neck.

"So what's the deal?" I asked as we wove back between a couple of pillars. "Do you share her?"

"We share everything," he said.

Well, that was promising!

"So did you fuck before coming out tonight?" I asked him.

"We're saving it up for later."

I was getting wet already.

When we got to the couch, with only enough room for three people, she turned her head to look at me with the hard, appraising stare of a woman who will make damn sure the rules are established before anyone gets to play with her toys.

Solid played his eyes up and down me, slowly, scanning every bit of me. I would have posed for him, but I was already standing with my hip cocked anyway.

"I'm Alexei," the skinny boy said. "This is Chris and Isis."

Well, she might have been, I suppose.

Isis slowly stood up, stepping back off Chris, as I waved with one of the beers and said "Juliet."

She barely came up to my tits.

She took one of the beers off me and glanced at Alexei, standing behind me. There must have been something passing between them because I saw her eyes flicker before she nodded at the couch. "Have a seat, honey," she said.

I sat down, in the middle, as Chris moved slightly to give me room. I was hoping to rub against him, but oh well.

Isis stepped forwards, just tall enough to walk her legs either side of mine until she was leaning against the edge of the couch, standing above me. It was a view I was not going to ignore.

"My boys think we should invite you into a hard fucking," she said. "I wouldn't mind watching them ream you out." She took a swig of beer while watching me with intent, hungry eyes.

I took a swig and slowly licked a drop of beer off my top lip when I had done.

"Question is," she said, pulling one leg up to kneel on the couch, then the other, until she was sitting on my lap, "are you good enough for my boys?"

I leaned forwards and ran my tongue slowly up the tight bulge of one breast, up her neck and towards her lips. I kissed her as hard as she kissed me, and ran my free hand up her leg under her skirt, my thumb around the inside so I could feel that yes, she was wearing panties and, through them, that she shaved.

I pressed forcefully against her pussy lips until she broke kiss and took another swig of beer, not shivering, pulling back, moaning or even breathing heavily, just riding my thumb. I didn't relieve the pressure as she began slowly rocking her hips.

"Rope or cuffs?" she asked.

"Rope," I said without needing to think. I slid my thumb around to the edge of her panties and wriggled it inside, sliding back along smooth skin to her already puffy lips and beginning to wriggle inside them.

"Okay," she said, after another swig of beer, still not apparently reacting to my thumb sliding up and down between her lips. "You're our fuck-toy if you come back with us, not our equal."

"Fine with me," I said, sliding up and pressing very, very hard into her clit. That made her eyes flicker and she took a deep, slow breath.

"I think you need a bit of discipline," she said. On either side of me, I heard both boys chuckle.

I just started grinding my thumb against her clit. I could see a touch of colour in her cheeks and a flush on her neck, but she still didn't react. I didn't say anything.

"I think you need to be fucked until you stop being so cheeky. Ever been dicked so hard you can't think straight?"

"Once or twice," I said, continuing to roll her hard clit around and around with my thumb. The blush was spreading down her cleavage, but she was barely even breathing noticeably.

"The way you're going, you won't be able to walk straight or eat normally for a week," she said. She seemed to have forgotten about her beer.

I didn't say anything, just took a long swallow from my bottle.

Then her jaw clenched, her eyes flickered and I felt a small, hard, fast orgasm jerk her hips against my thumb. I rubbed down to feel how damp she was, then slowly pulled my hand out, raised it to my mouth and began slowly sucking my thumb dry.

Without her expression changing at all, she reached down and, without apparently looking, accurately grabbed my nipple through my bra and between the mesh of my top, pinching and squeezing it so hard I almost stopped breathing.

I managed to not react as I pulled my thumb slowly out of my mouth and then offered it to her.

"Chris, Alexei," she said. "We're going to take her home, we're going to spank her, and then we are going to fuck her blind."

One of Chris's large hands landed on my stomach, slid up and grabbed the breast Isis wasn't holding onto, flattening then kneading it, my mesh top digging into my flesh with a sweetly sharp pain. "I'm looking forward to it," he said.

Alexei said nothing.

We took a taxi. They put me in the back, in the middle, between both boys, which I wasn't going to complain about at all, and Isis sat in front, beside the driver, and gave him an address that, with my limited knowledge of the city, sounded close but could be an hour away. Before we got in, Isis gave me direct instructions to say or do nothing until she let me speak again. I raised an eyebrow but obeyed.

As we pulled out, Chris sat stolidly and did not touch me apart from our shoulders being pressed together. Alexei pushed his slim, long-fingered hand between my legs, which I parted for him, and began, not gently, squeezing and releasing my crotch through my thin leather pants. He kept it up, steadily, all the way home. I grabbed a thigh on each side of me and my fingers curled into their flesh, but Chris said or did nothing and Alexei just started squeezing harder. It wasn't quite enough to get me off and by the time we pulled up outside a small house, I was a seething mass of cross-eyed sexual hormones and frustration, and even walking was almost too much stimulation.

When Chris got out first I had to fumble with the seatbelt, then slid out and stood up and Alexei slipped over the seat and unfolded himself behind me.

Isis took care of the driver then turned and marched up to the front door without looking at me. Alexei followed her and Chris directed me behind them with his big hand sliding intimately over my arse.

I marched after Alexei. Normally I would have been appreciating his pantherine walk, but right now I was just staring hungrily at his arse.

I was marched inside, down a corridor and then, at the back of the house, down into what used to be a bomb shelter.

There was a double bed in the middle with a sturdy iron frame and wrought-iron head and foot boards. A wardrobe stood against one wall, an X frame against another, and a large, ancient-looking wooden chest against the far wall. I found myself grinning widely, but remembered to keep my tongue still.

Alexei slung her shoulder-bag onto a table next to the door as she walked towards the foot of the bed, turned around and leant against the ironwork. Alexei stood to one side as Chris pushed me in, and closed the door behind us. There was another click after the door had shut, and a fan started up with a soft whirring. Chris pushed me forwards a few more steps, then let go and stepped away from me.

"Welcome to the dungeon," Isis said with a smirk. "Get your clothes off. Give everything to Chris."

My bag came off easily, my boots unzipped, my mesh shirt pulled straight off, my bra I had to fumble with for a second because I was still shaking with need, and it was an enormous relief to get out of my pants, pushing my panties down with them, but they were so tight I had to peel them all the way down my legs and struggle to pull them off.

I handed everything to Chris as it came off, and he waited until he had everything before dumping it all on the table next to Isis's bag.

I stood stark naked and almost shaking with need as Isis raked her eyes over me.

Alexei stepped up behind me and one hand went straight to my crotch again, repeating his squeezing and releasing on my bare, puffy and very moist flesh as his other hand slid around my waist, up my belly and to the opposite breast, squeezing my small tit and then finding and pinching my puffy nipple as though he was testing horseflesh.

I had to clench my jaw to stop from moaning, and was shaking so hard I could barely stand but I managed to roll my head back so Alexei could meet my lips, his kiss hot and demanding, his tongue long and serpentine inside my mouth.

"Oh, get on the bed already," Isis said as she pulled her boots off.

Alexei didn't let go of me, he just pushed me forwards to one side of the bed, steering me with his hand on my nipple and sandwiching me between his hand on my crotch and his hard cock pushing through his pants into my arse.

He didn't let me go until I was standing right against the side of the bed.

"Up," he ordered. "Hands and knees, facing the head."

I did so, stumbling onto the bed and scrambling around. The mattress was hard enough to make it easy, but good quality, and although there was only a sheet over the mattress, it was clearly kept in good condition.

"Stay," Alexei said, walking away.

I didn't have to wait long.

I felt the bed shift as someone else climbed on, then Chris's meaty hand landed on my arse from the other side of the bed, so hard the slap almost drowned out my automatic shriek.

I was drawing breath to say something indignant when Chris's hand landed against, on my other cheek. This time I didn't shriek, but the impact was enough to jerk my entire body.

Isis crawled onto the bed in front of me as Chris slapped the first cheek again. He kept alternating, steadily, every impact just about pushing me up the bed, as Isis lay down in front of me with her bare legs spread. She still had her corset and skirt on but, as she pulled the skirt up, I could see she had removed her panties.

She reached down to pull my head into her crotch, but I hadn't really needed to be told.

She smelled intensely of sex. She had been aroused when I started on her in the club, and she ground herself into my face as though she had been holding it back all night.

Every time Chris slapped my now burning arse, it drove me hard into her crotch, and she thrust back even harder.

I could barely control what I was doing to her, so I just lashed her with my tongue as much as I could.

"Stop!" She shouted.

The next slap, which my mind was counting automatically, didn't come.

I felt Alexei push two fingers straight into me from behind, with no ceremony, jam himself as far up as he could reach, and probe me. I shuddered around him.

"She's squeezing pretty hard," he said appreciatively, the first time any of them had let emotion into their voice, "but she's so wet there's no friction at all."

"Right," Isis said with glee in her voice. "She teased me into cumming, now she can get it. Go ahead, Alexei."

I was expecting him to rub me, or finger-fuck me, but instead I heard a loud and angry buzzing. I'm not a stranger to vibrators, but the sound was enough to make me form my lips around "What the fuck?" before something big was pressed against my cunt and my world exploded.

My cunt was being assaulted by the strongest vibration I had ever experienced, and Chris was holding my hips in a grip like a vise so I couldn't escape. Isis muffled my screams against her pussy, and I latched onto her clit and sucked like mad.

We came almost together, and the explosion almost blew me away but, with nothing inside me, was weirdly unsatisfying at the same time.

The vibrator was pulled away abruptly, leaving me gasping and shaking into Isis's even wetter cunt. A hand grabbed my hair and pulled me upright, letting me collapse back into a kneeling position and holding me there.

Isis grinned at me. "You haven't met a Shibari before, then?" she asked, propped up on her elbows and with her legs splayed lewdly.

I managed to gasp out "No, no, don't think I have."

"Your loss," she smirked.

"Yes, I believe it has been," I gasped.

Isis pushed herself upright and reached behind her back to start undoing her corset. "Get her ready," she said.

My hands were pulled back behind me by Alexei's long-fingered hands and Chris said in my ear "You said rope, right?"

I nodded, staring hungrily at Isis' bulging cleavage as she worked to undo the long lacing.

Alexei held my hands together as Chris started winding rope around my wrists and steadily going up, pulling my elbows together behind me so my shoulders were twisted back, which made my tits look a bit bigger than they were and made me feel a lot more naked.

At the same time, Isis got her corset loose enough to unclip the front and pull it apart, off bare breasts which sprung out small in absolute terms but perky and proud on her slight torso.

As Chris worked at finishing off the rope cuffs, Isis rolled forwards onto her knees and pinched both my nipples, hard, twisting and rubbing them as my breath hissed over my teeth and I tried hard not to cry out. They were already hard, but she got them even harder and more swollen before she was satisfied.

Chris had finished and my arms were as rigidly attached to each other as they could ever be. When Isis held out her hands, Chris dropped in a gleaming silver bundle that resolved itself as two wicked clover clamps and a chain between them. She smirked again and held them up in front of my eyes. I swallowed, but nodded.

She attached them with care, one at a time, for that brief moment absorbed in doing it correctly. The clips bit into my nipples sharply, the pain changing to a dull and persistent throb that lifted my awareness beyond the jangled fuzziness of still-aroused post-orgasm. She gave a brief testing pull on the chain, the clamps obediently tightening and sending another spike of pain through me, and smirked when I hissed again.

"These are to control you," she said. "So make sure you behave yourself, okay?"

I could only swallow, convulsively.

"Now," she cooed, playing with the chain, her hand swaying from side to side so she almost, but not quite, tugged on each clamp in succession.

"Next up, you will sit on one of my boys and fuck him while the other one fucks your slutty mouth. You get to decide which one takes your cunt."

I looked around. Both boys were now naked, standing with their arms draped over each others' shoulders and with erections bobbing in front of them.

Chris was not long but he was thick, and Alexei was not thick but he was long. I could take Alexei all the way down my throat, but if I wanted my lips stretched, I wanted it to be the ones I didn't breath through.

"Chris," I managed to say.

"What's that?"

"I choose Chris to fuck my cunt."

She smirked at me, and lifted the chain, pulling it upwards with a look in her eye that told me I needed to follow. Sitting up on my knees was fairly easy, but when she kept pulling I had to twist and threaten falling sideways, against the clamps' pull, before I managed to get one foot on the bed, when she stopped pulling.

Chris lay down on the bed already wearing a condom and took the chain as Isis handed it to her. I nearly fell over, but I managed to move sideways and straddle his hips. He held the chain as Isis bent down, grasped his cock and then pinched my clitoris lightly and used it to direct me downwards.

I was so aroused again that having his fat head push my dripping wet lips apart, while my clit was being squeezed, nearly made me cum again immediately.

Chris and Isis both pulled, making me drop faster than I was expecting, onto his cock, slamming down and driving all the breath out of my body.

They held me there as Alexei casually got onto the bed and knee-walked over towards me.

"These are the rules," Isis said, releasing my clitoris but only so she could rub it roughly. "You are going to do all the work on Chris, but Alexei will fuck your throat. He will stop when you swallow all his cum. You stop fucking Chris when he cums. You can cum all you want, but you are not allowed to slow down. If you're not doing a good job, Chris will let you know and you will have to try harder, you worthless cum-dumpster. Are we clear?"

I just nodded, because I couldn't trust myself to say anything incoherent.

"What was that?" she asked, steel back in her voice as she viciously pinched my clit.

I managed to hold back a cry before choking out "Yes, Mistress!"

"Better," she said, in a neutral voice.

She let go of me and slid away, out of sight. Alexei grabbed me by the hair on the top of my head and twisted my head sideways to face him, holding his cock in his other hand and pointing it at my lips. I opened wide as a sharp tug on both my nipples reminded me to start riding Chris.

I could straddle a guy and fuck him until he was a limp wreck, and I could even managed it with my hands tied, but I hadn't tried it before with my hands and arms tied that effectively, and never while sucking someone as well.

Alexei fed me just the tip at first, and was considerate enough to work on me, going deeper and deeper as I lubricated him with copious amounts of spit, then I just had to open my throat and let him start brutalising my face, his balls slapping against my chin as he thrust in and out faster than I could hump Chris, so I couldn't get any rhythm going, then pulling out occasionally to let me gasp for breath.

Chris was splitting me as wide as any man ever had, and the hard, sharp pinching on my nipples, even without the pulling, tightening effect of him tugging on the chain, combined to put me into a state of sexual overload even without the scent, and taste, and sensation of Alexei spearing his cock between my lips and teeth, barging past my tongue and shoving straight down my throat.

I had to relax and let Alexei move, or I would tense up with disastrous consequences. But I had to concentrate on moving as much as I could over Chris.

The struggle to stay in the right frame of mind became surreal, and the sensation of my fucking Chris turned around in my mind to become the sensation of Chris fucking me. My body was working on practised autopilot, my legs lifting me up and dropping me down over and over again, moving over as much of Chris' length as I could while Alexei held my head and fucked my mouth.

I felt my mind move from being a deliberate, informed participant to being a passive recipient of what was being done to me.

I felt Chris jerk the chain twice, and then slowly pull it steadily, and my body responded from its own desperate, animal need for sensation.

I wasn't doing anything to Alexei's cock except taking it - there wasn't anything I could do while he had charge and was moving so far back past my swallow reflex and into my throat.

Alexei was holding my hair in one hand and the back of my neck in the other, and when he switched that second hand to my nose, I didn't even panic. I just accepted, as this extra control over my own breathing stamped itself on my mind as another sign of my own passive, utterly submissive role.

I felt my head spinning, muscles burning from growing lack of oxygen, and then when Alexei pulled out completely and released my nose, letting me breath in a great, cool lungful of air, I came explosively, jerking wildly on top of Chris who, steadily pulling on the chain between my tortured nipples as his own orgasm approached, responded to the spasming of my cunt about his cock by jerking and cumming himself. With the condom on I didn't feel him spurt inside me, but I felt him cum all the same.

Alexei pushed back into my mouth as I was still desperately gasping for breath, and my throat hurriedly switched from breathing to swallowing so he would go down my esophagus and not my larynx.

He pulled back out into my mouth, just the tip of him between my lips, before he came, so I felt every spurt of what turned out to a prodigious amount of warm, salty-sweet cum. He didn't pull out until he had nothing left to give me, and I swallowed every drop.

I was in a daze, still reacting, when Alexei pushed me casually sideways and I toppled off Chris, feeling him pull out of me and slap my thigh as I went over to sprawl on the bed.

Hands rolled me onto my back, onto my restrained arms, and pushed my legs apart.

"Do you take it up the arse?" I heard Isis ask me.

I just nodded.

Something slippery pushed hard against my anus and I automatically relaxed as what felt like a thick set of balls was inserted into me.

Then Isis was leaning over me, one hand next to my shoulder as she grabbed my hair and pulled my head up. "This is what is going to happen to you next," she said.

My head was clearing just enough to recognise that she was fully naked except for a strap-on in front of her tiny waist.

I quailed. It was not small, and instead of being smooth or realistic is was ribbed all the way along its length.

"Boys!" Isis commanded.

My ankles were grabbed and my legs lifted and stretched out to the sides. They did it well, finding my limits, but my limits meant they didn't stop until I was in a full splits, my ankles resting on the bed slightly higher than my hips.

"Sluts should be flexible," Isis said mockingly as she used two fingers to pull my lips apart so she could push in.

Chris had split me and it had been good. This was almost too much, but as the lubricated dildo pushed higher up inside me, I reminded myself to relax and take it, and as I made that conscious decision my mind slid back down into lust and passive, subspace acceptance.

She fucked me relentlessly, while my bound arms kept my torso arched upwards, the clamps made my nipples begin to throb painfully, and the boys kept my legs out straight, stretched to my limit by my ankles pinned to the bed.

Isis kept going after my first orgasm, driving me to another, painful, forced burst of pleasure, by which time I could no longer think coherently.

When the nipple clamps came off, a flare of pain drove away the jangled bliss and mental fog, to be replaced immediately by the sensation of a male mouth on each nipple, gently sucking.

Then I felt Isis pull out of me, leaving a sense of gaping emptiness between my legs, before her mouth descended onto my cunt and I lost touch with reality again, another explosion set off by her persistent tongue, one more as the beads were pulled roughly from my arse without her mouth stopping or slowing.

When I recovered enough to notice what was happening next, I was lying on my side, my arms still bound behind me and Alexei fucking me slowly and gently, his slender cock feeling nice inside my brutalised pussy. His arms wrapped around me and crossed over so each hand pressed onto the oppose boob gently but firmly, as, in front of me, Isis lay face-down, her face contorted in ecstasy and her hands digging into the mattress as Chris pistoned into her from behind.

We came together, Isis thrashing underneath Chris and my orgasm warm and sweet but still making me shake in Alexei's arms and leaving me as floppy as a rag doll as he pulled out, disentangled his arms and then quickly and efficiently undid my rope arm cuff, massaging my shoulders as my arms came loose.

Isis, naked and with my her pussy lips stretched and oozing Chris' cum, knelt in front of my head.

"Have you been properly fucked into submission for teasing me?" she asked, a smile twitching her lips.

"Gnnnrrrr," was the best I could manage.

"And do you consent to still being our sex slave while you're here?"

"Gnnnrrrr," I managed again, trying to nod as well.

She reached down and rubbed my pussy lips. I was so sensitive, so used, it hurt, but I still pushed back against her.

"Good! In the morning, we'll talk about inviting you back. You're sleeping in here - there's a bathroom over there - and we'll be coming down for you in the morning, when you will still be naked.

"You'll be sleeping with this inside you." She held up a small double-penetration dildo. "And if any of us wakes up feeling horny at any time

- we'll be down to pay you a visit. Is all that okay?"

I had recovered enough to croak "Yes, Mistress."

She smirked again. "Good!"

I closed my eyes as she reached down and, not ungently, pushed the double dildo inside me, patting it after she had settled it in place.

Someone draped a light doona over me.

"Sweet dreams," Isis said with a smirk in her voice, bent down to lick the side of my face, and the three walked out, the light clicking off as they left.

Despite the strangeness of having a medium-sized dildo in my pussy and a decent plug in my arse, I went to sleep almost immediately.