Page 8 of Punishing Her

Kyle faces his friend and, with a stinging expression, says, "I would like you to make her beg. It will be my pleasure. By then, you would have enjoyed yourself too. That's a reward in itself that's not on the bet. So, you go to that sweet girl that is my wife and drill her hole until she begs you. It's your last chance."

Ryan’s countenance after listening to Kyle changes. The veins on his thick arms stretch, and his cock stands strong ahead of him. I feel for myself what Ryan will do to me. He is the strongest of the four and surely with the biggest dick too. No wonder they place him last to have me so that while others wear me out, he takes over, breaks me to smithereens, and takes the money.

I am scared of failure and how it will hurt Kyle, yet he doesn't seem to care about that the fact that I need to come to calm the rage inside me. Kyle is oblivious to these things or does not care about them to inflict severe punishment on me. If that is his idea of punishment, then I agree that he has done enough to punish me.

My pussy is not hurt, but it is now very sensitive. Any slight touch is enough to burst me. Holding back is a severe punishment. I look in Kyle's direction, and he sees me but looks away again.

“Then, I am going to make her beg. Let me get to work on her,” Ryan says, stroking his dick.

Kyle clears his throat and says, “Yes, you should. But give me a minute,” and he walks closer to me.

He gazes at his friends and whispers, "What the fuck are you doing?”

“I want to use my safe word. Do they know about it?” I say to him.

“Why are you going to do that? Are you not enjoying yourself? It is your punishment for disobeying me.”

“You deny me the enjoyment. I want to come. I want to, please.”

Kyle stares at me with me, seeing myself in his eyeballs. Then he warns, “If you come for him, then I will punish you my way. I will not let it slide.”

“I am at the Gate of Hell.”

"You are making it up. You have not come, and I know you will not come for Ryan, no matter what he does to you. You only want me to lose my bet, and I will not let you do that,” Kyle’s voice was sharp in my ear. I know what he means, and I should listen to him.

Surprisingly, Kyle offers something I cannot reject.

“I will make you come after all of these. Is that okay?” Kyle asks and leaves before I respond to him.

“Is she chickening out?” Ryan asks with his arms up.

“Chicken out? No. You go and have your time with her,” Kyle responds.

“I am going to lick the fuck out of your pussy, sweet Andrea,” Ryan says as he approaches me.

I have tried to forget about his dick and how he has boasted. I want him to come in and leave. No one fucks me better than Kyle, and with his promise, I am ready to hold my nerve. Ryan smacks my butt as he gets to me. His hand stings my flesh, and I look at him and notice the tattoo on his left arm, but I can't see what he drew there as he commands me to look away.

“Face your front, or I'll whip your ass," Ryan barks at me.

I look away. Ryan is the only one of these men who have been assertive with me. It is a trait similar to Kyle’s, and I hope it will not mean that I will fall for him as I do with my husband. I try not to analyze him longer and just do as he asks.

When I feel his tongue on the softness of my vulva, I feel the muscle in my stomach contract. I inhale deeply to hold myself from spilling my water. Ryan does it again, planting his lips on my knot of pleasure and sucking it. I feel his action in my brain, and immediately, I have the urge to pee.

I breathe as I contract the space around my pelvis and urethra to hold my come. It works, barely, as Ryan continues his onslaught on my clit.

“Argh!” I howled. Kyle stares at me with a frown expressing his anger and disappointment. I turn to the wall on my right, unsure how long I will hold on and what will happen if I can't.

True to his words, Ryan licks me, hoping I will squirt on his face. I hold on, grabbing the horse and letting him satisfy himself. I let my mind wander from the room to another world so that my feelings would be minimal. It works.

“You fucking bitch,” Ryan says and smacks me again, “how can you stay still while I lick your horn? No woman does that.”

Ryan’s stinging words and smack on my bum return me to the room. I turn to see others' reactions and notice Kyle's relaxed demeanor and the return of the cigarette between his lips.

“I told you I have the sweetest woman. Don’t you like her cunt?” Kyle asked.

“I am going to break her resistance,” Ryan retorts as he strokes my back hole. I cringe.

"I'm fucking your little ass," he said, and I saw Kyle spring up.

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