Page 65 of Their Cruel Love

“Using her own lube or the tube?” he asks Razor.

“Both? Both is good.” The man stands, pads over to us on his black gym shoes. Like Marcus he’s chosen all-black clothes today…tonight. The light has almost faded outside those windows. “Turn her.”

“Fuck you both.” My voice is husky. It’s a small telltale of what they’ve done to my body, but I’m compelled to not make this an easy conquest. I shove at the floor with my feet, pressing Marcus backward until he compensates, then lifts me off my feet.

“Her derriere end, not the feet,” Razor reminds Marcus, dryly. He brandishes the big, steel hooklike thing.

I’m cringing just looking at it.

It starts with A and ends with hook. An anal hook.

I do not like this Sam I am. I do not like things that size that want to go in my ass.

“You’re sure?”

I squirm sideways but Marcus swings me then pushes me lower, using a fist hold on my hair at the back of my neck. The collar and theFucktoytag make a too-cute tinkle against each other as I drop with my knees bending. I’m overbalancing and ready to faceplant several feet to the ground. He halts my fall then forces me down, until I’m on my knees with the side of my face squashed to the floor. In his other hand he grips my wrists and the rope. I squirm again, twisting even as Razorplaces a hand on me and parts my cheeks, probing with fingers.

Funny how I’m noticing the lovely hue of the wood, inches away.

“Go. Go, go,” murmurs Marcus. “Target acquired.Mmm-mmm.The tube lube? She’s wriggling a bit much?”

“Yes.” There is the cold shock of lube being squirted over my rear hole. It makes me gasp and renew my struggling.

“Fuck, no. Fuck!” I manage to shift my bottom sideways, and Marcus leans over me and uses his full weight to keep me still.

A finger slides along the split of my ass, moving in and out by a fingertip’s depth, circling, gliding on the lube. I have no way to counter that, and I moan as Razor inserts his finger through the ring of muscle, easily penetrating me. My attraction to being degraded has arrived at the worst of moments. This is turning me on. It shouldn’t be. I’m whining and writhing on my knees when he almost extracts his finger, then widens me with a second alongside the first. When those are gone, I sigh in relief.

Until he begins to angle the hook into place.

“Do not move, Phoebe,” Razor admonishes while he introduces the first hint of the curve of the hook’s ball to my asshole, rocking it as he pushes. “Don’t, or I will cane you first, until you fucking learn to not move. Understand me?”

Safeword?I know I should be considering this but, but, but. So many butts.Haha.

I huff then summon a halfhearted raspberry, just to register some sort of protest.

The lure of what they’re doing is complex and has many nuances. More than I can figure out on the spot since thatthingis being inserted, slowly, inside me. I’m locked down, lodgedon my knees, and there’s nothing I can do, when Marcus makes a rude suggestion.

“Let me use a vibe on you. It will make this much, much more pleasurable for you. Say yes.”

I hesitate for a second, mouth open as I pant through the pain. Then I nod. “’kay.”

“Good girl. Give me that, Razor.”

Which is when I realize they had it ready for me, all the time.

Already the hook has gone past what I think I can bear, and I’m sayingfuckinto the floor, until that familiar soft-hardness is pressed into my clit…and switched on.

The buzz jolts into me, spreading like warm toffee, leaving in its wake a wave of exquisite pleasure, and I tense then relax, sighing then choking, because the hook is being pushed fully inside. It feels enormous as it drops past my final resistance. My ass squeezes in, onto this foreign object.

I squeak as it forges further and then is locked in place by Razor tying the anal hook’s cord to my wrist rope.

The vibe is switched on and humming, and I’m not ready, not for orgasming in public with these vultures watching me.

I squeal as it touches me again, wincing at the pull of the cord on the hook whenever I tense my arms. But the drag, the buzz of the vibe is reaching deep and shivering into my pleasure zones like an enormous python slithering into my personal heaven.

Another few thundering pulses of that rattling vibration, and I am coming. I’m spluttering into the floor, arching, and my eyes are rolling up. I’m sightless as this tsunami eats me alive, shakes me, over and over, then finally releases me. Am I still human? A boneless puddle is more likely.

I may need a new clit after this, and I’ve probably left a pool of my own come on the floor.

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