Thing

She is tied to the bed. Arms over her head; legs pushed up and back, naked. She’s almost folded in half.

No, not ‘she.’ ‘It.’ He is calling her ‘it.’ Or ‘this.’

Her eyelids flicker open and shut, eyelashes brushing against the blindfold. Tongue curling against the bit between her teeth.

Her senses tell her: darkness. Breath. Hands brushing leisurely over her thighs. A deep voice chuckling. Her cunt beginning to drip… drip… drip…

His hands are hard and rough; feeling, squeezing and touching as if she were literally a piece of meat; simply nothing; an object whose quality he is currently evaluating.

All of a sudden she feels his thumb rub over her folds, her clit. She squeals. Her heart thumps. The man ignores her. Pushes one, then two, fingers brusquely into her, fucking her casually for a couple of seconds. She hears: schlick-schlick sounds.

The man says: Hey, you should come try this pussy. Feels amazing.

She gulps – the saliva pooling at the back of her throat and rolling down it.

Another voice answers, clearer and higher than his, but undoubtedly male. Younger, perhaps. And more nervous.

Her body is shaking. Who is this person? The man’s hands leave her, to be replaced by the newcomer’s. Longer fingers, more slender. He explores her uncertainly. Sighs.

The man says: Go on, don’t be shy.

The second man says: Mmm.

Zipper-sound, and a warm cock-head rubbing against her. She moans behind the gag; half afraid, half dizzy with desire.

He enters her swiftly, cock long like his fingers, places his hands just below the creases of her knees, and crudely ploughs her – no consideration, no pretense, just pure lust.

The man is watching her face, she can tell. While the other man pushes against her legs more urgently and his breathing becomes heavier, the man puts his hand under her chin, tilts her face up, turns it this way and that. She bites down hard on the bit; closer… closer… She imagines the man’s eyes riveted on her as her face contorts and her body spasms in pleasure.

The other man thrusts hard twice more and freezes, and the heavy, sour smell of his come hits the air.

The other man says: V-very… very good. It feels very good indeed.

They both leave her then. Muffled conversation. He leaves her there for what feels like forever. The semen drools from her entrance. She starts twisting uselessly against the rope.

Finally the man comes back. Says nothing, just starts untying her quickly and efficiently. Then the bit is gone. Then the blindfold is off. And they both look at each other, smiling madly, and then she laughs and he wraps her naked form in his arms and kisses her.

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