Page 83 of Cedarwood Cabin

“No! Fuck you!”

“Don’t make me pry your fucking mouth open!” Dax threatens me as he smacks the back of my ass with the paddle.

As my jaw shakes, I open my mouth and reluctantly satisfy them.

“I spent all night making sure it’s extra smooth for you,” Lyka mutters under his breath, a sinister smirk playing on his lips. He places the wooden phallus at the entrance of my mouth. The scent of wood fills my nostrils.

“I’d get it extra wet If I were you…”

The humiliation is overwhelming, yet I fight down any further sounds or protests. With a deep breath, summoning the last threads of courage, I spit on it.

“Good girl,” Dax croons.

Lyka begins shoving the wooden phallus into my mouth. My lips strain wide past its girth, stretching painfully at the corners.

“Now suck,” Lyka commands.

I start to suck on the phallus and it nearly touches the back of my throat. I involuntarily make gagging noises. My eyes begin to water as the tears mix with my saliva while I fight the degradation that is being forced upon me.

Suddenly, Lyka removes the phallus from my mouth. I take advantage and gasp for breath.

His face contorts into an evil grin as he moves south, the phallus prying my legs apart. Then, he begins to rub on my clit.

I throw my head back as shameful arousal hits me.

“Oh look, Lyka. I think she's enjoying it,” Dax says as he watches with amusement.

The wood makes my clit swell as Lyka moves it around. “Not for long,” he murmurs.

With a jerk, he moves it from my clit and shoves the phallus into my pussy. The pain is sharp, like a blade. I feel the wood stretch and probe, invading me. I shut my eyes, hurling my head backward. “I wanna see how much she can take. Let’s fuck her into submission,” Lyka says, pushing the phallus deeper.

My body trembles as my fists involuntarily clench at the chains. Lyka pounds the phallus in and out of me relentlessly. With every thrust, it hits that spot deep inside, sending waves of pleasure through me. “Uhh,” I moan, losing control.

The wooden phallus stretches me in ways I never thought imaginable. Lyka’s movements are cruel, but the phallus is slick with my own juices. I feel such shame as I enjoy their torment.

“Look at you…taking my wooden toy so well,” Lyka compliments mockingly.

Dax's face inches closer; his eyes seem to darken. His lips find my neck and I can’t help but tilt my head sideways, giving him more access. I feel him smile against my skin at my reaction. His kisses are fierce, almost bruising, like he’s trying to claim every inch of my skin.

My body shakes as the phallus stretches and fills my pussy. Dax's mouth moves from my neck, craning his head back to look at his handiwork.

“I love leaving my marks on you, flower. Although our F might be my favorite…”

He kisses me, our tongues fighting each other.

I hate them! Why am I so turned on? I fucking hate them! ASSHOLES!

I feel myself letting go, becoming weaker.

Every thrust, every kiss, every touch blurs together. I taste Dax’s blood on my tongue as the coppery tang mingles with the saltiness from my tears.

The phallus is suddenly pulled out of me, leaving me feeling hollow and exposed.

I sob into Dax’s mouth, my voice smothered by his kisses.

The sound of a zipper catches my attention. I glance to the side and see Lyka lowering his jeans.

Dax readjusts his hold, picking up one of my legs as Lyka does the same. I’m suspended between them in the air, my pussy opened. Lyka’s hand cups my pussy, feeling my wetness with his fingers.

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