The Dark Forest: A Collection Of Erotic Fairytales(113)

“And the horse you rode in on,” Bain helpfully translated.

“Yeah, I got that one too,” Kaden said dryly. His finger abandoned her and the round bud of that startlingly cool ball tucked into that newly vacant place. “She can’t say I didn’t give her plenty of chances.”

“Oh ‘hit…” Goldi stiffened, every muscle locking reflexively down.

“Deep breath,” Kaden rumbled, darkly amused, and pushed.

“Oh ‘hit!” she shouted, or would have had Bain not taken his own cock by the root and fed it straight in through the round hole of the gag and deep into her mouth. He held the back of her head, but she couldn’t have retreated if she tried. Not from the salty, thick invading cock of him and certainly not from the unyielding ball of that hook, penetrating her from behind. She was in altogether the wrong position to evade either of them and Kaden had used more than enough lube that, once past her body’s natural aversion to allow entrance to anything via an exit-only ring of muscle, it sank right in.

What had only felt cool on the outside felt damned near icy now. She’d have gasped, but breathing was hard enough with Bain filling up the back of her throat, introducing himself to her tonsils and courting her gag reflex. Her eyes watered. His hand on the back of her head kept her steady at just the right level as he sank in deep, deeper, until suddenly she couldn’t breathe. And Arsen had begun to pinch and tweak at the nipple clips, intensifying the pressure to make them bite that much harder. And all the while, Kaden pushed the cold, heavy ball of the hook so far up inside her that the rest of the j-shaped body rested snug right up between her buttocks. He tied it into place with the end of the rope Bain had braided into her hair.

God, she loved this!

She gagged as Bain withdrew, but the need to breathe overrode the urge to vomit and the gush of saliva that chased his cock when he pulled out of her. She gasped twice, sucking frantically for air before surging in her bonds to impale herself back on him as he sank his cock deep into her ready mouth. Behind her, Kaden gave the hook an extra tug to make sure his knot would keep the pressure of its invasion tight while her pussy wept with neglect.

It was too much, yet not enough. Every thrusting movement that Bain made rocked her entire body, making it feel as if she were also being fucked by icy metal from behind. Every involuntary shudder tugged at the clips on her breasts, creating the most amazing confusion of pleasure and burning agony as her nipples took the punishment she had earned.

Because she was a bad girl and bad girls deserved to have their mouths fucked deep like this. They deserved to have their breasts tormented, their nipples abused… their hair pulled and their asses speared on bulbous hooks so large that the initial pinch of pain as it finally forced its way through the last of her body’s meager resistances, was almost—almost—more than she could—

THH-WHAP!

The full force of Arsen’s flogger wrapped Goldi’s ass. It struck so beautifully hard; the broadness of so many falls all fanning out, wrapping and hugging her, the very tips flicking in around her hip and leaving only the mildest sting upon their release to detract from the heady thump of impact. Far more pleasant than painful, if she could have moved, she’d have arched her hips back, lifting her ass in silent pleading for more.

A half-second later, Kaden’s crop whipped the same place—a thin, stingy stroke that brought with it only pain—and she blew all her air, bellowing her shock and hurt around Bain’s cock.

“If you’re screaming, you’re not sucking,” Bain told her, pumping deep enough to choke the back of her throat all over again.

Unlike the flogger, the whip of Kaden’s crop felt as if he’d split her flesh. Her toes lost contact with the floor all over again, but this time because every muscle in every limb was frantically trying to break through her bonds and scramble over the horse and out of his reach.

Arsen’s flogger caught her again, as hard as before but this time the pleasantness of the impact was overwhelmed by the ferocity of the hurt all those independent falls now seemed content to drive into her, pushing the pain deep under the surface of her already welted bottom until she could feel the burning, smarting pulse chewing through her ass into her core. And all the while Bain was there, holding her hair as he pumped in and out of her mouth. He jostled the nipple clamps, elevating that discomfort to the kind of pain that rode alongside the certainty that both were being pinched right off her chest and neither would ever recover from the experience. Ever.

And the hook…

Kaden’s crop caught her again, a new fresh hell that lurched her in bonds that creaked with the strain, yet held, reducing her writhing to little more than ineffective humping motions while Bain reduced her yelp to mewling, gasping, moaning and hungrily sucking. She alternated between passive gaping, simply letting herself be the hole that he fucked, and fighting for just enough movement to get her mouth that much more securely on him—sucking, gulping, lapping him with her tongue. She alternated the way his brothers alternated, the whuck of Kaden’s crop driving her to fight for escape while the wrap of Arsen’s heavy flogger coaxed her to relax again. To linger and take a little more.

Goldi panted, gasping for all the breath she could take before Bain plunged as deep into her mouth as he could reach, burying the head of his cock down the back of her throat, leaving his pubes to tickle her nose and the tight sack of his balls nestled up against her chin, and the thunderous whap of Arsen’s flogger reignited the pulsing heat in Kaden’s ladder of welts, stoking the wounded pain so damned hot that all she could feel was the burning of her punished flesh. The burning spreading across her clenching ass cheeks as she braced for the whip of Kaden’s crop. The burning licking up into her belly, tickling in steamy drops of sweat down the slope of her back, spilling into the crack of her ass and sliding along the folds of her sex until she honestly couldn’t tell if it was sweat or lust dribbling down the inside of her splayed thighs.