Awakening Veronica (46 page)

Rope? Oh hell yes!

She bucked and hollered through the gag, happy that Hank had sixty acres and no close neighbors. Hank laid her on a blanket in the back of his Suburban and one of them tied her hands to something stationary in the back of the vehicle while the other grabbed her flailing feet and tied them down as well. A hand squeezed her hand that held the toy as if to remind her it was there and she should use it if she needed to. She growled at him and struggled more. Travis chuckled, admiration in his voice. “She’s a wild one, all right.”

“Good. I don’t like them easy anyway,” Hank muttered before closing her in. She tried to keep track but eventually the turns and stops and starts confused her. They traveled in silence for about twenty minutes before finally stopping.

The backdoor opened and they freed her from whatever she was tied to and she was lifted, still bound hand and foot from the vehicle. She felt the heat from a fire—a big fire—licking at her skin. They carried her to a soft pallet laid out on the ground near the fire. They stood on either side of her and then knelt down.

“She’s fucking beautiful,” Travis said in a gruff voice as his hand traced up her inner thigh. She squeezed her thighs closed and tried to roll from him.

Hank squeezed her breast firmly and she moaned. “Holy fuck, this is gonna be a fun night. It’s gonna take me a while to get enough of her. I’ll bet she’s tight, too.”

If they kept handling her like that and speaking in those rough, sexy voices, she was going to come too early and ruin the game.

One of them untied her hands and she struggled until she felt a contraption with something soft and fuzzy being clasped around her wrists.
Cuffs of some kind?

She yanked at the hands that held her and tried to roll away but one of the men flipped her back over with a chuckle. One pair of hands pinned her down while the other man, she couldn’t tell which, untied her ankles. He chuckled as she immediately set about fighting him with her feet, making her wetter and wetter. He allowed her to struggle a bit more before pinning her legs and strapping similar fur-lined cuffs around each of her ankles, and then she was lifted into a sitting position. Silently, her fingers were grasped and wrapped around a small bar located above the cuff on her wrist.

Ah! Suspension cuffs!

They removed the squeak toy from her other hand and wrapped her fingers around the bar and then replaced the toy within her grasp so she could still use it if she needed to. She didn’t need to.

She gasped when she was lifted to her feet and held against a hard body. Whoever it was, possibly Hank, chuckled as he tweaked and rubbed her nipples, making them throb. While he tortured her breasts, Travis attached her suspension cuffs to clips and then her arms were suspended over her head and she was lifted so only the balls of her feet were still touching the leafy ground beneath her. A cold breeze made her catch her breath and her tingling nipples hardened. She felt completely wired, completely alive, as they took total control of her.

The fire crackled and the warmth increased and she thought they might be adding wood to it but wasn’t sure.

A shiver traveled along her skin as she wondered exactly where they were. If the fire was brighter, she might be able to be seen like that, strung up and helpless, defenseless with two men who might do any number of things to her before the night was through. Her pussy clenched and her juices slipped from her, coating her inner thighs.

A yelp was startled from her when a hot hand suddenly gripped her hip, hands clamped down on her feet, and one of her ankle cuffs was clipped to something smooth. Her ankles were suddenly spread wide, so wide she could barely balance on her tiptoes, and then the other ankle was clipped to the other end of a spreader bar.

“Damned, evil Doms!”
she hollered fruitlessly against the gag.

“I don’t think our little captive likes us very much right now,” Travis said.

“Wait until she finds out what’s next,” Hank murmured.

The rope holding her suspension cuffs was lowered a bit so she was back on the balls of her feet, but not enough to make her more comfortable, and she growled at them.

“Sassy,” Hank growled back and then a hand landed hard on her ass cheek, followed by another pop to the other cheek. “I like them sassy.”

“I want a taste before you start,” Travis muttered.

Start? Start what?

A moan burst from her when his hot tongue slid right into her cunt, sucking and licking at her ravenously, sounding like he was starving and she might be his last meal. He held her hips with hard hands and tilted her to his mouth, taking his fill of her with ruthless thrusts and plunges of his tongue, making her hotter and more swollen by the second, sucking her clit until she whimpered and flexed against him, determined to take her orgasm whether they intended for her to or not.

He pulled his mouth away just as the first flickers started and chuckled. “Oh no you don’t, my little captive.” He gave her one last hot lick and then moved away, leaving her needing, gasping, and moaning. The heat from the bonfire—

Bonfire! I’m Bound at the Bonfire!

She moaned, tilted her head back, and arched in her bondage, going up on her tiptoes as she reveled in what they’d done for her. This was better than any wedding gift they could’ve given her.

“Damn, she’s beautiful.” Hank’s voice was soft and reverent.

The soft brush of furry strands slid up one side of her ribs and then the other, before coming around the front to tease her nipples and between her breasts. A rabbit-hair flogger.

The strands whooshed and then landed across her torso, wrapping around her hip and slapping her ass with a muffled thud. Whoever was holding the flogger, Travis she assumed, used it to paint a silky crisscross pattern around her body, letting it strike and slide with seductive softness, awakening her nerve endings and stirring a craving for deeper stimulation.

A hand rested on her abdomen, steadying her, and a different flogger, suede possibly, was stroked over one breast and then the other, the strands still soft, but rougher than the rabbit fur had been.

She cried out around the gag when a hot mouth drew on her right nipple, Travis, judging by the deep rumbling chuckle he made and the tickle of his beard against her flesh. He worked her nipple, licking and dragging on it until it throbbed. She fought the bonds when she heard a tiny, telltale creak and then something hellishly tight cranked down on her nipple, inspiring a muffled scream. Pain and pleasure warred inside of her as she writhed in her bonds. She wasn’t sure if she came or not as her pussy throbbed and she breathed through the pinching sensation. Hank’s clothespin nipple clamps. And those weren’t the “starter” clamps, either.

She mumbled around the gag to herself or to them, she wasn’t sure.
“I’m finding Hank’s toy box and trying those on someone’s balls sometime!”

Hank laughed out loud and said, “Well, whatever that was she just said, she really means it! Did she call me a motherfucker?”

“
Uh-uh
!” she cried out, shaking her head and trembling with her own combination of laughter, arousal, and excitement.

Both men laughed and Travis kissed her abdomen before he took her other nipple into his mouth and sucked on it, then applied another clamp. He flicked them both with his fingers and she jumped and writhed as hot streaks of arousal shot to her clit.

Her breath erupted in panting when she felt hot fingers slip between her pussy lips and then more fingers slip between her ass cheeks. The fingers at her ass were lubricated and she knew why a few moments later as Travis said, “If we want to put our cocks in her at the same time while she’s tied up, the least we could do is get her used to the idea, huh?”

Hank growled and teasingly said, “I don’t know, she may not like it. Not many women can handle two men like us. Better get her good and worked up.”

A whimper escaped her and she worked herself against the gentle, yet rough fingers, at least until she heard Travis chuckle and slide some kind of device between her legs. It had two toys attached. She could only imagine what she must look like, bound and about to be penetrated in both places out in the open air.

“Fuck, I think she wants it. Give it to her.”

The toy was slick with lubrication, maybe made of silicone because it wasn’t hard, and she moaned again as both her pussy and ass were slowly entered at the same time. The burn as her ass was breached stole her breath.

“Don’t fight it,” Travis growled as he pumped the toy in and out of her, giving her ass time to adjust to the intrusion. Once he was past the resistance, she cried out as she clenched on the toy, trying to keep it inside her. In and out, over and over again until her skin felt on fire and she wanted to come so bad she would be begging if they’d take the gag out. When the toy was fully seated, Travis secured it with some sort of strap around her hips.

The suede flogger slipped over her back and butt cheeks and then the strands began to fall on her skin, lightly at first, in more of the same crisscrossing pattern, at regular intervals, licking at her skin, turning up the stinging heat a notch. She clenched and flexed on the toys, losing control of her responses, fucking herself on them but without stimulation to her clit she was unable to get herself over the edge.

The flogger landed on her thighs, her ass, and her upper back, as he moved around her, gradually increasing the power behind each strike until every nerve ending in her body vibrated with pain and pleasure, and pleasure and pain. It all got confused. All she knew was she felt alive and at their mercy.

A few more strokes of the flogger and then it ceased and the toy was removed, but not before it was pumped in and out of her until Travis groaned. “She’s soaked with her cream. I want that tight little cunt so fucking much. I can’t wait.”

“Soon,” Hank muttered. “I’m going to slide my big cock inside her tight little ass.” She clenched at the prospect, but knew she was ready for him. They’d already made sure. “Can’t wait to slide every inch inside her little ass. But first…”

She moaned when she felt something smooth and cool slide under the clamps on her nipples.

A crop?

He popped it against the underside of her ass, just enough to sting.

Yeah, that’s a crop.

Pow
! It landed harder against the other ass cheek, leaving a little stingy spot before moving on, sliding across her skin, and then landing on her thigh and making her jump and moan. She drew deep breaths into her lungs, moaning as the crop landed each new place, leaving a patchwork of warmth all over her skin. Her ass, her thighs, lightly over her mound. It made her jump as it dipped between her pussy lips, and then painted her juices up her torso before landing lightly to the undersides of her breasts. Circling back around to her backside, he laid several hot strokes to her ass and her upper thighs until he was satisfied.

“Her skin is beautiful.”

“Marks so nicely,” Travis said, admiration in his voice as he stroked her from her breasts down to the juncture between her hips and her thighs. “It’s time.”

“Yes.” Two incredibly hot bodies closed in, front and back, and she shuddered with sheer pleasure.

Grateful for to the bars inside the suspension cuffs, which reduced the strain on her wrists, Veronica wriggled between them, trying to evade their lubricated cocks, Travis in front and Hank behind her, judging by their groans of appreciation.

“Fight all you want, girl,” Hank muttered in a rough growl. “We’re fucking you.”

She arched against him, unable to deny how much she wanted him to, before she continued her struggle.

Hank wrapped his arm around her middle, lifting her and taking some of the pressure off her shoulders, as his hot, engorged cock nudged at her back opening while Travis lifted her upper thighs and positioned his cock at her cunt.

Her body pulsed with wild need and she waited for their intrusion, panting and ready. As if on cue, both of them began thrusting, gently but firmly, with intent, breaching her pussy and her ass in a back and forth rhythm that she couldn’t control or get away from. Hank’s big cock pushed against her resistance, burning and claiming her, not backing off as he took more and more of her. Travis took her pussy, until they were both sliding in and out, thrusting deep with each stroke.

Suddenly one of the nipple clamps was removed and she screamed as the blood flow and sensation suddenly rushed back into her nipple. His mouth came down on it to soothe it as he removed the clamp from the other and she cried out again as her orgasm exploded. She lost control, bucking between them.

Travis switched to the other nipple, groaning in approval as she undulated and rocked in an animalistic rhythm between them, her arousal soaring into the stratosphere, taking them ravenously inside her body, wanting more and unable to feel anything but her nipples and the place where the three of them were joined.

Hank laid his mouth on her shoulder at the base of her neck and bit down lightly as he groaned, sounding close to climax. Stars exploded behind her blindfold and her wails echoed all around them. Her orgasm rolled through her in wave after delicious wave of ecstasy until she hung limp between them, sated and breathless.