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 The Fuck (MMM/F, humil, bond)

   The seated young man looked at the stripped and gagged older woman and
said,

   "Peter, John and I are each going to fuck you any way we want to.  If
you don't obey us - well, we might decide to take you to the local park and
leave you, bound and gagged, on a bench, with a board on your belly saying
'Fuck me'.  So are you going to obey us?"

   She nodded.

   "Good.  I will have you first, then Peter and last John.  Come here," he
gestured to her to stand across his legs.

   Pulling his hardened cock free, he positioned her over it.  Then he
pulled her down onto him.  She was tight and not very moist - the way he
wanted her; he wanted to humiliate her as pay-back for the things she'd
said to him.

   "You are not to cum.  Got that?  If you do, Pete will cane you before he
fucks you.  You are Nothing.  Just a Cunt for us to enjoy.  Oh you are
wonderfully tight!  I love tight cunts, makes me feel more powerful,
ramming myself into the tightness!"

   As he spoke, the young man lifted her up and then pulled her down harder
onto his ramrod hard cock.  She moaned through her gag, but he took no
notice.  He wanted to rub his hardness till he got release.  Up and down
she went, each time he rammed himself into her harder and faster till she
knew he wouldn't wait much longer before cumming.  He had hurt her to start
with, but now she was used to it.  She was right, it didn't take long for
the first of her tormentors to cum.  Holding her tight down onto him, he
felt his seed jerk out of him into the still dryish cunt.

   After a few moments, he said,

   "She's all yours, Pete.  Enjoy her."

   Pete pulled her to a table and strapped her down, face up.  Though he
had allowed a little movement, there was no way she could prevent him doing
whatever he wanted to.  Peter was a cruel bastard, and because he had been
included, she knew he would inflict pain as he fucked her.  She struggled
as Peter undressed.

   "Lie still.  Cunt." He ordered as he came towards her.  "I didn't tell
you that you could move.  Now, you will allow me to fuck you but you will
not cum.  If you do, I think you will find my punishment will hurt."

   He stood between her knees, tracing circles on her open lips.  She
opened up more and his finger went into her, still tracing circles,
tormenting her with gentleness.  She felt herself moisten at his touch, but
he stopped before she got close to a climax.  He slid his hard cock into
her and rocked in and out, teasing her.

   "Pass me the two sets of pliers John," he said as he thrust slowly in
and out of her.

   Pliers!  What was he going to do to her?  She tensed up - terrified now.

   Peter took a set of pliers in each hand and carefully attached them to
her nipples.  She screamed into the gag as the pain engulfed her.  All
thought of climax was gone, gone because of the agony in her large breasts.
She was crying now, tears running down the sides of her face as he slowly
lifted her breasts, by the clamped nipples, so that he held them pointing
up, his hands in line with her shoulders.

   Keeping hold of the handles, Peter thrusted his cock deep into her. 
Time after time he rammed himself into her, leaning forward on his hands.
He was enjoying seeing the convulsions of pain dart through her every time
he tweaked the pliers, and his cock was enjoying it too as she clenched her
muscles every time.  He had fantasised about doing this, then when Mark
asked if he would like to help humiliate his step-mother, he'd said yes
eagerly.

   Soon though, his body took over and he thrust hard into her, desperate
now to cum.  He kept hold of the pliers but all his focus was on his cock.
Breathing heavily he jacked himself into her, nearly setting off a climax
in her.  She managed to hold back as he finally found release.  Peter
slumped forward and his hands slid sideways, pulling her agonisingly
painful breasts apart.  She whimpered into the gag as Peter lay on top of
her.  Eventually he recovered enough to stand and unfastened the pliers
before walking away from her.

   Her breasts felt like they were on fire.  She wished she hadn't kept
taunting Mark about his wheelchair, wished she had believed him when he
told her to stop sniping at him or she'd be sorry.

   As John came towards her, she heard Mark say,

   "Make her cum four times at least before you fuck her, John.  I want to
see her wrung dry now."

   John squatted between her thighs and she felt his gentle fingers caress
her.  Then she felt him start to lick her.  Her eyes flew open.  Not even
her husband, Mark's father, had ever done this to her.  The unexpected
tenderness tore her as her body responded.  John had found her clit and was
licking it as if it was an ice-lolly, long slow strokes, back and forward,
sucking it every now and then.  She felt a climax build inside her and then
it exploded: she felt herself squirt juices all over John's mouth, but he
just kept on licking her clit.  She moaned into the gag again, but this
time with pleasure.

   John stopped licking her for a moment and slid a finger - no, two
fingers!  - into her soaking cunt.  Then he put the ball of his thumb on
the engorged clit and rubbed it against his fingers.  She moaned in
pleasure, for it had sent the most wonderful darts of sensation zapping up
into her belly.  John carried on with his stroking of her clit - ignoring
her second climax that shook her like a force ten gale.  She whimpered into
the gag as her clit got too sore for continued attention, but John took no
notice.

   Then she heard the whisper of wheels on the wooden floor as Mark moved
round to her head.  Deftly, he untied the gag and removed it.

   "Now you can tell us what it is doing to you." He reached for one of her
sore breasts.

   "No Mark - it hurts!"

   "You know, I don't care.  I want to feel those huge tits of yours, and I
am going to."

   He slowly caressed the soft breast, slowly moving towards the nipple,
and she moaned because John had begun sucking her again.

   "Oh yes.  Yes-sssssss!  Fuck me please!  I want you.  Fuck me!"

   "Not yet, step-mother dear.  You haven been taught your lesson yet!"
Mark pinched the bruised nipple viciously.  His step-mother screamed.

   "A few more sharp lessons before John fucks you." Another pinch produced
another scream before Peter smacked her belly hard with a table tennis
paddle.

   "If Mark says that you must wait, then you wait.  Got that?"

   She nodded.  Mark continued to alternately caress and pinch her breast
while John played mouth-music on her cunt and clit.  Torn between exquisite
pleasure and pain, the woman moaned continuously.

   "Oh yessss-ssss.  Please - more.  Yes.  No!  That hurts - oh my God
yes-sssssss-sssssss!  More!  No.  Yes.  Yes.  Yes - no!  Please fuck me,
no, don't - it hurts!  Oh my God!  Yesssssssssss!"

   She came twice while Mark played with each breast in turn.  He then
said,

   "I will let John fuck you if you ask me nicely.  If not, I'll let Pete
pinch you where it will REALLY hurt - your clit.  You felt his pliers on
your tits.  Just imagine how much more it would hurt on your clit!  Say
'Please Mark, I am sorry for all the hurtful things I have said to you, and
please let John fuck me.' Go on, say it - and MEAN IT!"

   She said it.

   "I don't believe you meant it,"

   "I did mean it - really I did.  Please don't let Peter touch me with his
pliers!  I'm really and truly sorry.  Mark, please let John fuck me!" she
begged desperately.  "I'll let you do anything you want and wont make snide
comments, I'll even be your whore.  Only let John fuck me.  Please, Mark,
please."

   After a moment or two, Mark said,

   "Alright.  Here is the agreement.  I let John fuck you now in return for
you letting me fuck you whenever I feel the need for the next four weeks,
and no snide comments EVER!"

   "Yes Mark.  Anything you want, only let me be fucked now."

   "OK.  John, take her - in your own time!"

   She felt John's mouth leave her cunt, to be replaced by a granite hard
cock.  It was fatter than the other two had been and despite all the work
on her cunt, it pulled as John entered her.  Gasping, she waited for the
ride.  It didn't happen.

   "Wha - ?" she began to ask, but then she felt fingers probing for her
clit.  John grunted as he found it, and traced circles round the tender
bud. It drove her wild with desire.

   "Fuck me John.  Fuck me.  Please.  Don't torment me!  Fuck me please! 
FUCK ME!"

   John said nothing, only traced smaller and smaller circles till his
finger was moving the bud round in seeming circles.  It was heaven and
hell. She had a massive cock just sitting in her while he played with her
clit.  Only when he had convinced himself she was ready did he begin to
thrust into her, but still he kept the pressure on the bud.

   He thrust deep into her, making her gasp.  Withdrawing most of the way,
he plunged deep into her again.  She came again, sobbing as the waves swept
through her.

   If Mark had wanted to humiliate her, he had succeeded.  She was nothing
but a Cunt, desperate to be filled as many times as possible.

   John pummelled into her now, ferociously demanding his long-held-back
release.  She moaned as he fucked her, caring only for his own needs.  He
treated her as a convenience - to be used only till he got release. 
Eventually he came, but not before she had cum many more times.  She was
indeed "wrung dry" as her step-son wanted.

   After a long silence, Peter untied her.

   "I will want your 'help' in my room tonight, ten-thirty sharp."

   She heard them all leave the garage-cum-store room they had used to
teach her a lesson, and sighed.  She thought she might enjoy being a Whore
for a month. . .