Page 73 of Corruption

The last time I was in here, I’d only passed through to join Alik and Nadia in the bathroom to take care of my scratches and bruises when Vaughn threw me out. And that was after I walked in on them together in one of their play sessions.

Today, I’m the one being bound up to be punished.

After I strip naked, they sit me on the same device I saw Nadia sitting on that night I walked in on them, but lower to the floor. There’s a dildo sticking up from it that I didn’t see because Nadia was sitting on it before, and they help me align my pussy so I’m sitting with it inserted into me. Then they string my legs behind me and my arms up above my head. Only high enough so that I can’t touch any part of my body or reach to touch them. But I can still bend my arms over my head or relax them if I want to.

“You okay, Pretty Girl?” Nadia asks as she kneels in front of me while Alik makes sure the straps on my wrists are secure.

“Yes,” I say.

“Don’t lie, Kitten.”

“I’m not lying. I am fine. Just… a little nervous.”

Nadia laughs. “Relax. We’re not going to hurt you… much.”

Nadia kisses me, and it’s not long before I relax from the comfort of having her lips on mine. So much so, that it’s not until she pulls away that I realize she was just using it as an opportunity to put clamps on my nipples, the thin chains of which are attached to straps themselves. She hands one of the straps to Alik, and they proceed to strap the end of the clamps to my ankles.

Alik and Nadia come around to inspect their work.

“Good?” Nadia asks.

“Good.”

“What do you think, my love? Gag or no gag?” Nadia asks Alik.

The smirk that forms across Alik’s face is downright devious. No. More than that. Sinister. Monstrous. Evil even. And yet, though I’m still apprehensive about all this, I’m not afraid of him or Nadia.

“No gag, this time. I want to hear her scream.” Alik bends down and puts a hand in my hair and tugs my head toward his face. “Remember your safe word, Kitten.”

The seat they have me straddled over begins to vibrate right against my clit, and the dildo attached to my seat, that I’d forgotten was inside me because I really didn’t feel it, begins to thrust up into me at a steady pace. Not particularly hard but not necessarily soft either.

Nadia and Alik walk away while the seat vibrates under me and the mechanical cock pumps into me, and I moan at the sensations. It lacks the warmth that Alik’s cock or Nadia’s finger and mouth—or even her strap-on—have when they fuck me. But it still feels good. I can still feel my body building up to the orgasm I desperately want, even though it’s only been two days since the last time Alik and Nadia fucked me. And just a couple of weeks ago, I didn’t know what it was like to be fucked at all.

I moan as pleasure jolts through my body because I can never get enough of this feeling.

Alik and Nadia walk back over. Nadia has what I’m assuming is a whip with a bunch of leather straps coming from the end. Like a pompom, but thinner. And Alik is holding something that reminds me of a fly swatter, but with no holes. A riding crop, if I remember right from the videos Nadia showed me.

I miss exactly what they do next as I close my eyes from the force of coming on the seat under me. The feeling of something under my chin, guiding my head upward, makes me open my eyes to look directly into Alik’s dark eyes.

“Have you come yet?” he asks.

I’m sure he could tell I did, but something tells me that’s not the point of this.

“Yes.”

“Did you like it?”

“Yes.”

He smirks again. “Let’s see for exactly how long.”

Then he removes the riding crop from my chin and smacks at my breasts, causing me to jolt in surprise. The movement causes me to tug back with my ankles, which pulls on the clamps I’d forgotten were squeezing my nipples and thus pulls at my nipples. I register the sensation as pain, but like when Alik spanked me out in the open a few nights ago, it makes my pussy ache more. Winds up the coil of tension building inside me and pushing me toward coming again. It’s a strange sensation, but… I definitely don’t hate it. Certainly not if it will help me come again.

“Do it again,” I demand.

This time I feel pain at my back as Nadia hits me with her whip.

“We give the orders here, Pretty Girl.”

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