Nathan Silvers - Widow in bondage

Karen screamed. She was certain that Mark had torn her nipple off. She wanted to tell Wayne that she'd suck his cock, that she'd suck all of their cocks, even Mark's if he wanted, but before she could get the words out of her mouth, Mark had hit her again, this time letting the whip bite her other nipple. She lurched so violently at the pain that she almost tipped the chair over, but Wayne held her steady and slapped his cock across her face again.

"Ready to suck now?" he asked. He rubbed his fingers on the young widow's crimson nipples. She opened her mouth meekly and waited for Wayne to put his prick in. She knew they'd won again.

Wayne drove his cock into her mouth and she tasted her cunt on his prick and felt sick again. He thrust into her throat with one fast, violent stab that caused her to choke, then let his cock sit there for a moment to soak in the heat of her mouth. The other men laughed but it was Mark's reaction that Karen cared about most. She would do anything to keep him from using that evil whip on her again.

Wayne pulled his cock back and pulled her blindfold off with the same motion, and Karen gasped for breath and took a look at her surroundings. She almost cried. Her office contained three beds, and chains and whips and devices of metal and plastic and rubber that Karen couldn't begin to identify. There was a closet filled with clothing made of leather and rubber and gauze. And the two men who were her first visitors here were just office boys, pimple-faced kids of eighteen. She was almost glad when Wayne wrenched her head back around and fed her his cock again, blocking her view of her surroundings.

"Sit on the chair with her!" Mark instructed one of the boys. "And you, help out Wayne. She has a mouth big enough for two cocks, believe me!"

Karen couldn't bite back the sob as the two boys approached her. She'd just taken two men at once, now she was going to have to handle three. Wayne pulled his cock from her mouth and draped his balls over her lips, and Karen sucked them into her mouth like a dutiful slave. Her gaze flickered to Mark and the evil black whip he held and she laved the crinkly, smelly ball-sac with her tongue.

The blows from the whip had left fiery red welts across Karen's svelte, tannned body. One of the boys ran his fingers across her stomach, then stuck first one leg and then the other beneath the arm of the chair and sat down facing her. He unzipped his pants and pulled out a fairly long, hard cock.

The other boy stood at the other side of her face and flopped his half-hard cock against her cheek. It stiffened quickly on contact with her skin, and when Wayne pulled his balls out from between her clasping lips, the boy drove his cock between them. At the same moment, the boy sitting in front of her speared his cock into her cunt and Karen groaned in pain.

Karen's ass was driven painfully back toward the back of the chair, pain shooting through her legs and arms as the force of the boy's fucking pulled on the ties which bound her. Her cunt, still raw from the reaming that Wayne had given it, hurt too. She groaned and sucked harder at the prick that was pistoning in her mouth. Wayne rubbed his cock all over her face, seeming to delight as much in smearing his sticky cock-head over her nose and cheek and neck as he did from ramming it down her throat. Three cocks, and the terrible pain from the way she was tied in the chair. Karen was sure she wouldn't survive.

Each punch of the first boy's cock into her cunt lifted Karen up and back against the chair. Pain pulsed in swift streams of fire down both her tortured legs each time the boy fucked in, but Karen still kept her mouth and tongue working on the cocks that fucked her face.

The boy pulled out and Wayne pushed in, driving his cock into her throat until Karen's nose nestled in the wiry hair around the base of his prick. The boy followed Wayne's example and rubbed his spit-soaked cock all over Karen's face. Her already-soiled features got stickier and slimier as the boy smeared pre-cum and spit all over her face.

Mark stepped toward her and it took Karen a moment to realize that what he had in his hand wasn't his cock. It was a short club made out of a dozen strips of leather tied together. He slapped it against his palm and it made a wicked cutting sound. Karen's heart skipped a beat and then he slapped it against her tits.

Karen screamed around Wayne's cock and jerked in the chair, unable to hold herself still even though she knew her movement would cause her more pain. Her cunt clamped tight around the cock of the boy fucking her as her whole body tensed with agony. He moaned his pleasure and fucked her faster. Her tit felt as though someone had exploded a bomb inside it.

Mark hit her other tit, and then he hit the first, and the world spun away from Karen. Back and forth he went, first slapping one tit with the demonic strap, then the other. The young widow's world became a haze of pain. And all the time her tongue and lips worked on Wayne's face-fucking cock and her cunt flexed against the beat of the cock of the boy fucking her pussy.

Sweat poured from her golden-brown body as she strained against her bonds and the cocks and blows of the men who surrounded her. She switched from Wayne's cock to the boy's and then back again, faster and faster, her throat a vacuum tube, her mouth a suction cup, her tongue a flicker of liquid heat. Her cunt clamped like a vise against the cock of the boy who fucked her. She was starting to get wet again.

No, she thought desperately through the haze of pain and lust that encompassed her. She couldn't let them get to her again. She couldn't let herself cum like a cheap whore, cum on command like a trained animal. They'd already turned her into a willing victim once; she couldn't let them do it again.

"You want it, Karen," Mark whispered, slapping first one tit, then the other. She writhed madly but her nipples were thick and hard and filled with blood. "Beg us for it. Beg us to fuck your cunt!"

Karen's shining blonde hair flew about her face as she switched from one cock to the other. Her saliva trickled from both corners of her mouth as she slurped up Wayne's fat, throbbing cock, then gobbled down the boy's smaller one. Her eyes were glazed over with lust, her pretty face reddened with the pain of her exertions. She jammed her mouth all the way down their cocks, choking herself without hesitation. Her spittle speckled the hair at the bases of both men's cocks. The lower half of her face was sodden with her spit and their fuck-juice.

She fucked back against the cock in her cunt, ignoring the screaming pain in her muscles, trusting her balance to the men who surrounded her. Her cunt was a hot flesh vise around the boy's prick and her juices covered the seat beneath them. She flung herself at him repeatedly, and he slammed upward to meet her every time.

"Beg us to let you suck our cocks," Mark hissed. He slapped her tits harder now, drawing his arm back farther and bringing it forward with more power. His huge cock was as stiff as a bar of iron. "Beg me to beat your tits! Beg me to whip your tits!"

Karen wished Mark would stop bothering her. Of course she wanted to drink their cum, of course she wanted them to fuck her and beat her tits.

She sobbed as the realization of what she was thinking hit her, but she kept fucking the boy savagely and she kept sucking both the cocks above her face like a woman possessed. She even kept urging her battered tits up against the beating Mark was giving them.

"Beg! Beg! Beg!" Mark threw down his strap and sank his teeth into one of Karen's tits until he drew blood. He looked up at her and snarled. "Beg!"

"Fuck me!" Karen squealed, letting both cocks slide from her mouth and wagging her tongue desperately in the air. Her hips beat a tattoo against the boy fucking her cunt. "Fuck me into the dirt! Fuck me you bastards!"