Submitting Sarah (Montana Maiden Series Book 4) (11 page)

Tagg nodded in agreement. "Such a good girl."

She softened at our words and a shy smile formed on her lips while the slick evidence of her nipple play remained. Slowly but surely she was becoming ours.

SARAH

The next two days passed in a blur. Tagg had given me the plug to insert, most definitely an increase in size from the one affixed to the harness I'd worn when disobedient. I'd learned what happened when I did not obey their words. In this particular case, I understood the reasoning behind their request. At least now I did, with clear hindsight. Their cocks were big. When I had them in my mouth, I could barely take them to the back of my throat, and my lips were stretched wide around their vast girths. My ass, as it was, was no match for such brutal size. They were only thinking of me. And, when the plug attached to the harness deep had been within me for most of the day as punishment, I had only been thinking of it.

That night, they'd fucked me together once again as I laid spread out on Garrett's bed, my head hanging off the edge so that, even upside down, I took Tagg's cock deep into my mouth. At the same time, Garrett knelt between my spread thighs and fucked my pussy. Before I fell asleep, they watched as I worked the new plug into my ass. It had taken time to do so, this one so much larger, but they'd helped me by having one set of hands play with my nipples, the other rubbing my clit and filling my pussy as I did so. I fell asleep shortly after a second orgasm roared through my body.

It was dark when I awoke to being rolled onto my belly and fucked by Garrett, my hands gripping the rails of his headboard. It had been so tight with his rigid cock and the huge plug filling me at the same time.

My need to come didn't dissipate the next morning, even after being bent over the kitchen table for Tagg's turn inside me as Garrett stood at the mirror and shaved. After the meal, they left to tackle their morning chores and I'd spent that time adding ointment to the plug and fucking myself with it. I'd gone upstairs and laid back on Garrett's bed to do so, knees spread wide and pulled back just as Tagg had showed me. I came, again and again, as I strummed my clit at the same time. This was how the men found me when they returned for the noon time meal. Garrett had pulled the plug free and taken me, then Tagg directly after.

The men were insatiable, and yet, it seemed, so was I. Sometimes they fucked me together, other times just one of them. Tagg had pulled me into the stable to fuck me against a rail. Garrett had made me sit on the porch steps while he stood in front of me and I sucked his cock. All the while, I was adjusting to having the plug in for longer and longer durations, and the time needed to insert it became shorter as I relaxed completely during the process.

And during these two days, I'd learned that my husbands were demanding, especially with my body, but always brought me to pleasure at least once, if not more, every time they took me. They put me first above everything, tended to me, were worried about every little concern I had, and ensured that I was protected, cherished even. Every time they inspected my ass, they were pleased with the results and promised me soon they'd claim me together. Those words, those promises, had me focused on readying myself for that moment. They pleased me so greatly that all I wanted to do was please them in return.

We hadn't had any visitors at all, nor any mention of going into town, since we were married. I was used to having my breasts exposed. In fact, I liked it immensely when they were able to playfully tug and play with my nipples anytime they wished, for they brought me to orgasm each time they did. And I was adapting to walking with a plug filling me. But when Tagg mentioned visiting the nearest neighbors to begin my transition back into society, I'd been surprised.

Garrett had given me a scarf of the same fabric as my blue blouse and wrapped it around my front so my breasts were covered modestly. The covering buttoned in the back. It felt strange to have even the softest of materials against my nipples, and I realized how accustomed I'd become to having them uncovered. They both agreed that I should forgo a plug as we would be taking the wagon. The ride was only an hour, yet the sun was warm. Being between the two men on the bench seat, I felt protected. When Tagg's hand covered mine atop my thigh, I felt cherished.

"Our neighbors are Davis and Olivia Holland. They run a cattle ranch, although not as large as your father's spread. They have numerous ranch hands to help out, so you may meet some of them as well."

"Do they have children?" I asked.

"Davis is a few years older than I am," Garrett said, putting the man in his early thirties. "Olivia is much younger and they have been married over a year. No children as of yet."

"We have not seen them often since Davis has chosen a very thorough training for his bride," Tagg added.

I glanced up at the man's profile. His hat shaded his face, putting his features in shadow without diminishing his handsomeness in the least. His jaw was still strong, his hair still silky soft, his lips still demanding.

"I thought my training finished when you could take my ass," I commented.

"For you perhaps, since you have two husbands, and taking you together is our first priority, but there will always be new ways for you to show your submission, Sarah."

"Some husbands have more requirements than others, some expect a deeper level of submission, and that takes time," Garrett added.

"If you're a good girl, on the way home, we'll pull over and fuck you, ensuring you come at least twice," Tagg vowed.

My body responded to his words so easily. Was I so much more trainable than this woman Olivia Hill?

"Three times, perhaps." Garrett grinned.

As he spoke, the ranch came into view. There was a large house and several outbuildings, one clearly a barn, another a stable as it had a paddock beside it, and what appeared to be a bunkhouse in the distance. A creek meandered behind the buildings and large cottonwood trees flourished beside the water source.

We pulled up by the house and Tagg helped me down. I adjusted my straw hat against the sun. A man came around from the side of the house.

"I thought I heard someone approach. It's good to see you both."

The man was as tall as my husbands, but lankier. His black hair peeking out from beneath his hat. I noticed that he his complexion was darker than that of my husbands.

After shaking hands, Garrett introduced me to Davis Holland. "This is Sarah. She is my wife."

"Sarah, it is a pleasure to make your acquaintance. I'm sure you'd like to meet my wife, Olivia. She is, unfortunately, being punished at the moment, so she isn't able to come and meet you. Perhaps I can take you to her instead?"

Unsure, I glanced at Tagg. "We do not wish to interrupt any correction you may be giving."

Davis held up his hand. "I assure you, she is learning her lesson without me at present. Come."

Garrett took my hand and we followed the man around the house and toward the stable. Under the shade of a large cottonwood was a woman, bent over what appeared to be a chair, where she was sucking a man's cock. I froze in my steps, but Garrett continued to walk, forcing me to stumble to keep up. When we were within twenty feet of the woman, Davis paused.

"This is my wife, Olivia," Davis said, his hand gesturing in the woman's direction. "She is being corrected for her behavior earlier."

Garrett gave my hand a squeeze and I kept all the questions I wanted to ask to myself. Olivia was bent over a narrow chair so that she knelt on the ground, her skirt ruched up on top of her back with her ass exposed. Her knees were spread wide, resting on the outside of the chair legs that exposed her pussy and ass. Each hole was filled with what appeared to be very large plugs. She wore a white blouse that exposed her breasts, which hung down past the front edge of the seat. From each nipples dangled something heavy as they were being pulled down toward the ground. Weights, perhaps? Her hands tightly gripped the front legs of the chair. Kneeling in front of her, a man fucked her mouth. He had a firm grip on her dark hair to hold her head in place as he thrust his cock in and out.

When I'd taken Tagg or Garrett in my mouth, I'd been able to raise and lower my head to control the speed and depth of their cocks, but this was truly fucking. Olivia had no control over how the man filled her mouth. Her eyes were open and slurping sounds could be heard, even from our distance.

"Olivia, the Erickssons are here."

She groaned, but could do nothing more. The man taking her glanced our way and nodded in greeting, but didn't slow.

Other men milled about, some by the paddock, others coming in and out of the stable. One man even had his cock out and stroked it.

"I found Olivia alone in the tack room with one of the men." He turned to face us, ignoring what was being done to his wife. The sight stunned me. Didn't he care for her? Didn't he object to having other men use her? How could he be so cruel, yet appear so...nice?

"Nothing untoward occurred, but she is quite the temptation for the men and she knows not to be alone with them. They cannot expect to control themselves when she places herself in advantageous situations. Therefore, if she wishes to offer herself to the men by disobeying me, then they may have her. This is her correction bench. I had it specially made for just such occasions, as they seem to occur with frequency. It is portable so she can be corrected anywhere I choose.
However
I choose."

My mouth fell open. He
gave
her to his men? How many of them were there? Glancing about, I counted five, but there could be more. How many had she taken already?

"Do you offer the men her pussy or ass?" Tagg asked.

It was as if they spoke about a horse.

"Neither. Those holes are mine." The man's eyes glittered with equal parts intensity and arousal. "When the time is right, I'll breed her, but for now, we are both enjoying the ample practice."

Based on the amount of times Tagg and Garrett had taken me in less than a week, I'd most likely be with child before the month was out. I could be with child now. The idea appealed to me, but could not consider it further as I watched the man come in her mouth, then pull out. Olivia swallowed most of his seed, but some dribbled down her chin. The man who'd been stroking himself went over and took the other man's spot, not giving Olivia any time to rest. As he grabbed her head, her body shifted and the weights on her nipples swung beneath her.

"This is the last man. After, I will need to tend to her. If you have some time to wait, we can visit, otherwise I do need to see to Olivia." As he looked at his wife, it was obvious he was ready to fuck her. It was the look both of my men had just before they pulled their cocks from their pants.

"We understand. We have Sarah now ourselves," Garrett offered. "Perhaps we can get some refreshment while we wait?"

The man fucking Olivia's mouth groaned, signaling his completion. "Lemonade on the kitchen table," Davis called to us as he went over to his wife as he undid the buckle of his belt.

"I will get us something while you watch," Tagg offered. I heard his footsteps retreat while I openly stared at Davis and his wife.

"Do you find this arousing?" Garrett whispered in my ear.

I shook my head. "How can he be so cruel?" I whispered back.

"This is what she wants," he replied.

Olivia's head slumped down as the ranch hand walked away, tucking his spent cock back in his pants. To me, it most certainly did not look like she wanted this.

"That can't be. What woman would want to be taken is such a demeaning way?"

"Through her training, Davis learned what arouses her and gives it to her. It pleases him to see her fucked by others just as much as she likes it. She craves the attention, the power over all those men. She knows Davis loves it and she gives this to him."

Davis knelt behind her, his cock jutting from the opening in his pants as he worked both plugs from her body. When they were free, I could see how large they were -  bigger than the latest plug I was using to stretch my ass for my husbands' cocks.

He ran a hand over her ass in a soothing gesture, lined his cock up with her pussy and slid in deeply.

"See how wet she is? She loved every minute of those men’s attentions," Garrett added.

Olivia's head whipped up, her dark hair arcing about her to land down her back. Her eyes were closed as she screamed, her pleasure blatantly obvious, even to me.

"She's coming, Sarah, just from Davis' cock sliding in. Just like that." He snapped his fingers. "She'd been primed to come all this time and Davis knew that. He
gave
it to her. Let's let him finish without an audience." He pulled my hand so we returned to the house.

Finish without an audience? It seemed a silly statement since they were out in the open, but the ranch hands had all returned to their work. No one was about but Garrett and me. He led me up to the house and Tagg met us at the porch, handing both of us a glass of lemonade.

"Davis is fucking her now. They won't be too much longer," Garrett said, updating his brother.

"I heard her orgasm from here," Tagg said, just before a second scream rent the air.

If I'd been unmarried, I would have thought a woman was hurt by the sound, but now I knew what  a scream of pleasure sounded like. I'd emitted many myself.

"Davis wouldn't hurt her, Sarah." Garrett's words weren't convincing.