Page 28 of Their Cruel Love

“I want to see her face.”

I half expect Razor to say no, to protect me. Instead he chuckles. “I get that.” The big dildo fell out long ago, but now he replaces it with some new, smaller one and puts his knee there, making it stay put. I know he’s rummaging in that box, pulling out needle packets, but I’m locked onto Brutus’s eyes. Neither of us looks away as Razor swabs me again, just belowwhere the first needle is stuck in me. Then…I’m hyper-aware this time. I know, I know what is coming. He pinches a fold of skin and pushes the needle in. Not fast, not slow, just…amazing. I shut my eyes and feel my clit swell.

“Oh, our Phoebe does like this.”

I let out a shuddery breath and lick my lips. How dare he speak a truth. God, this is…fucked.

“Yeah,” comes from above—Brutus. I sneak a glance through partly open eyelids. He’s still watching me, fascinated, though he’s also drawn to where the needles pierce me. He shifts his foot slightly but still anchors me down.

I want to see if there is blood, but I cannot look. Not yet.

Subtly, I tug on the handcuffs to test them.Trapped. So perfect.My choked sigh when the third needle enters is probably loud. A humming vibe touches my clit—that would be Razor, and I gasp and elevate my hips, seeking more.

The needles, the vibe. They’re playing me, and I’m loving it.

Another three needles and Brutus muttersfuck. The vibe gets cranked up and delivers a higher, thrumming, clit-wobbling power, and I cannot take more.

I gasp and cry, spluttering, thrown into another climax, blinded and spasming as it blows my thoughts apart.

I’m breathing hard now, but I don’t open my eyes, willing to bask in all these sensations. The blood, if there is any, it can wait.

“Jesus H,” Brutus swears, still above me, his foot no longer on my throat.

Then the bed vibrates from his weight shifting, and he turns me onto my side, making the needles feel too real and too big, for a second…though the pain is a beautiful throb. This kind of hurt is the best. He sits on my hip and removes the plug. Then he lies behind me. I feel him position his cock and start to probe then to push. My asshole widens as he penetrates me. I’m stuck in another moment, my heartbeat thudding slower, where the world pauses as his cock inches in, hurting me, stretching me.

I cry out past the gag, and Razor unbuckles it, looks at me.

Brutus grunts and shoves, then thrusts himself in what feels like half a mile, then he stops.

I’m panting, connected to him by this animalistic rite of fucked-up sex.

“We’re good,” he says, and he swears and gives me another poke.

My mouth is wide open, and Razor is still staring at my face. I close my eyes as Brutus begins to rock, in a little, out a little, his cock forging deeper.

“She’s opening up,” he grunts out. “Fine.”

Another thrust and I’m riding this wave of utter bliss that settles in from nowhere. His cock in me, the needles, the dildo that’s crowding my cunt, while my clit is remembering the power of that vibe. I’m half-moaning with every breath and every thrust inside me, and with my eyes closed it all feels so…much…better.

“Get under her. I need her face-up. Fuck her that way.”

They move me around, arrange me. The men spread my legs and tie my ankles to the lower bed corners once Brutus is under me. His cock hasn’t left me. Somehow, he even managed to fuck me a few times as he shifted.

“This cunty asshole is so slutty,” Brutus says in my ear as he reams me, matter-of-factly shunting in and out, with one arm wrapped over my chest, above my breasts. His words don’t quite make sense, and I’m too far gone to really care. I’msimply waiting, waiting for more of those needles to join in on the fun.

Though Razor has his nuances. He pulls out the dildo, drags all the needle gear close, then puts his cock to my pussy and pushes himself in. The stretch, the pressure of them both inside me, it’s enormous, almost more than the dildo, except this time, I have two men, and they’re fucking me.

Then, they both shove into me.

“Fuck! God!” I shake and my hands twist in the rope. I can speak again, and I’m very religious this morning.

I almost giggle at that, but Razor is speeding up. I have the two of them inside me, a row of needles down my breast and stomach, and now he’s slowed the screwing and is swabbing the other side, beginning at my breast again.

I’m gasping, not sure I can take much more without melting, and I’m not even sure the world will be the same after this night.

The wave of bliss rises, steadies, as he inserts more needles, and their cocks seem to echo that miniature possession of my flesh. Bliss is keeping me in its swaddling hold as they do what they will, plant an entire crop of needles, fuck me hard, taking, taking, giving both pleasure and this uncanny pain that I now know I love. The pain blends. It transfixes. It makes it easier to concentrate on what matters—this. To be here, lusting in the moment.

Every new insertion lends another rush. Peaks and lows arrive, and more peaks.

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