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I knew enough about their sex lives to guess around the edges of what I might be signing up for. I didn’t want to know the rest. I might back out. And as I told Nicole, it was too exhilarating imagining myself completely in the power of a virtual stranger.

Even if it was one I’d gotten to know over a year.

But she made it so effortless, continually checking in through the day and night without breaking the mood with a lot of hand-wringing, just showing that she cared. 

And that she could be in control.

“So here are your clothes,” Nicole said. “Or…”

She stopped, pulling out a length of rope from her bag. My eyes went wide as she snapped the rope. Then Nicole started putting her Belle costume back on as she talked.

“I’m not going to make this easy for you, Livvy,” Nicole said. “I’m not your mistress. You are going to have to tell me what you want before I do it to you.”

This was new. Kate or Ilse would usually take complete charge, knowing exactly what I needed through the years we spent together. Nicole didn’t want to bore me. She wanted to be sweet, loving, even romantic in a way, but neither of our wildest fantasies involved heavy petting, sixty-nine, and finishing that Netflix show. 

This was already so much, so public, so sensual. And yet I couldn’t help but wonder what else she could plan.

“What I want to do is tie your hands together and lead you around the festival naked, like I’m a Viking shield maiden and you’re the prized slave I’ve caught.”

She must have seen the shock in my eyes. 

Naked at Jenga made sense, but led through the festival?

“You’ll be safe. This late, no families are around and everyone is fucking. I’ve gone topless or naked around here more times than I can count.”

Hard as it was to admit, I might never be here again.

I wanted to have the experience. 

She smiled though. 

“But then it begins. Samuel and I have put together this night, but you’re going to have to speak up. This is a little faster than I’d like, but I want you to go back to Seattle with a story to tell everyone in your old folk’s home.”

She finished pushing up her bra into the yellow bust line, that part in between bulging out, making me wish they would spill out again. 

I’d already had my eyeful, but my kitty wanted seconds…

“Do you want me to tie you up?” Nicole said. 

I got the sense it was my last chance… 

Hell, they would probably take me back to their tent, have a nice threeway with me in quasi-public. It would have been loving, maybe a little playful roughness, and hey I hadn’t been done by a man in a few months. 

It would be fun.

Just not what I needed. 

“Yes Mommy,” I said, not able to tell her more.

Here was the hard part to describe. Being a submissive is an inherently lazy position. Maybe that’s why I pet play as a cat. But I never knew the different knots or ties, only that anyone able to do something with a rope instantly makes me swoon. 

Nicole was new, stopping once or twice to consider her a move. But she ended perfectly. 

Around my neck were two or three cords of rope, connecting to the strands around my tits. My shoulders and wrists were tied behind my back, and underneath my legs, weaving the single rope left under my legs, so that when she pulled it tight, I could feel it grinding against the lips of my pussy. 

She did me one favor. She took the leafy belt of triangle shapes off the costume, tying it around my waist. Still my ass and pussy were visible relying on the placement of flittering triangles to hide anything at all. 

Yet it wasn’t quite as noticeable as if I had been completely bare ass. 

Just barely...

Oh and there was one final touch, she put on my wings, turning me into a bound and captured fairy.

“Could you take a step back?” I heard her say.

And I realized that a large group of the Call of Booty staff had been watching us, probably the entire time as Nicole ate me out. 

I stared at my boots, not able even to look up as we made our way out of the tent, me following, a tied and bound Tinkerbell, drug like the prisoner of a sadist Belle. 

At least it started in a controlled area. I mean I didn’t expect the Call of Booty to be mortified at the naked blonde girl leaving that way. There were a few catcalls, nothing more than a whistle as I was led by the rope grinding against my pussy back out of the pirate ship and into the festival.

I can’t say that it wasn’t a big deal. I was doing my best to stare at my boots, the only true piece of clothing I had been permitted. But there wasn’t the riotous sense of outrage that I expected as I walked back towards the Naked Jenga circle. 

If anything, I walked by unnoticed. The Jenga game had concluded, the circle turned into a rave with dark and flashing lights. In the middle were two peacocks dressed as a giant inflatable T-Rex grinding against a Pikachu costume in the same style. I’m sure I drew some attention, my wings brushing back against a girl dressed in panda bear onesie. 

At first, she seemed indignant at me causing her to spill her drink, then she reconsidered as she looked me up and down, smiling at my naked body. 

I blushed, again trying to look at the ground, but unable to stop myself sneaking peaks here and there. 

“Someone decided to play kitty after all?” Samuel said. 

“She’s not a kitty,” Nicole said. “Livvy is going to be something different for me. Tonight, I’ve caught a fairy, and she’s going to have to listen to get what she wants.”

“Oh like Zelda!” Samuel said. 

“I guess,” Nicole said. “Though if you had started me on the hardcore BDSM temple, I might have actually played.”

Samuel let out his laugh, deep and rich.

“Well I texted Erik, they have everything set up for us at Naughtyham.”

“Do you think it’s okay to leave our stuff here?” Nicole said.

Samuel shrugged. 

“It always has been,” He said. “So do I get a turn with your fairy.”

“Go catch your own,” Nicole said, smirking.

“Okay, okay, well just remember, you need me to lead you around,” Samuel said.

We took off a little bit behind him. Even though he was leading, I saw that he was largely watching the throngs of people passing as we walked on the road. Every once in a while, there was a car trying to find their way past the drunken horde at two miles an hour, but most the most part it was just foot-traffic, the costumed masses staggering their way towards the food carts and hook-ah tents set up around the Call of Booty and Bonfire.

Samuel took a detour, walking us to the bonfire where the incessant drumming let a couple of different women and a few shirtless men prance around the flames like ancient rhythmless pagans. The crowd parted quickly once they saw what Samuel had planned, the dancers retreating into the audience and clapping as Nicole let me around the benches creating a ring around the fire, letting everyone see my naked body in the sweltering light.  

The smoldering heat from the bonfire hardly registered compared with the burning stares of lust compounding on each new face seeing my naked flesh paraded around like Nicole’s trophy. 

I was so hot.

My pussy felt like it could have drenched that fire...

Then we went back onto the road. It was interesting how the campgrounds combined the webs of pavements with the campsites and decorations, making it more seem like a medieval marketplace, even with the campers and RVs. Many of these had their own themes, flying multicolored flags and erecting their own additions to the festival. 

Samuel kept us to the side of the road, somewhat in the dark, but clearly visible to anyone who came close. I had been partially expecting the same kind of shunning judgment as Game of Thrones, that at any moment somehow would start screaming Shame. But I was hardly the only one nearly naked. We passed several women wearing nothing but pasties or body paint above the waist, making our scene only a little bit more risque than the common fair.

Everyone was some kind of intoxicated, from the rave tents blaring EDM to the drunken campfires in their designated pits. Each group had their own plan, their own destination for the evening, and I was little more than a passing curiosity, another anecdote to share with their friend over a drink around the campfire.

We went away from the main road, still following the cities of tents and campers, all lost in a neon haze of lights and wonder. Slowly with each step, Nicole’s long legs outpaced me, pulling the rope tighter and tighter against my pussy. Sometimes she would recognize this and wait, but now as we came closer to our destination, she had eagerly tried to keep pace with her husband.

And the rope was rubbing coarsely against my cunt, rough and impossible to ignore. The pain mixed perfectly with the pleasure, causing me to stifle a cry as I grew closer to the precipice.  

“Mommy!” 

It came out loud enough that a man dressed as a monk stopped to take a look. But I didn’t care.

“I need to cum...”

She looked back, surprised and the rope slacked just as I was near the peak. 

I let out a disappointed groan.

I brought me back to a day of deprivation with my mistress when she would make me cum on her boot. With the right texture, I was easy.

For a second, she was perplexed, not understanding how I could possibly make myself cum just by humping this rope. Then it clicked, and she pulled the rope taut, making me move towards her. The rope almost roughly burned against my pussy, and yet that didn’t matter. My clit needed it so bad. I found myself pulling back to fuck myself, grinding against the cord, every length of the rope tightening. 

“I’m cumming!” I cried. 

I barely had time to register the feeling. Nicole immediately started pulling on my rope, dragging me jelly legged down the road as my orgasm continued, hunching me over as I did my best to myself upright. Wobbling, she drug me by my quaking pussy the last few steps down the road, the rope still grinding into me, exciting my pussy again for the next round. 

Three.

I tried to remember the number, knowing it would only get harder.

We crossed underneath another plywood set, several of the groups clearly had spent some time making backdrops for local production. This was quaint, almost like a hamlet, a little sort of cottage with a street post that said Naughty-Ham. 

We walked through the cut-out door, Nicole helping me with each step. 

Secluded again, I took a breath and looked. 

It was like walking into the enchanting meadow from the scene in Robin Hood, the old cartoon when he secrets Maid Merian away so they can get hitched. We were completely surrounded by trees, at the edge of the settlement, fireflies dancing around the lights scattered around the collection of tents that shielded from the festival what nature hadn’t. 

We were secluded. 

Which was all the more comforting as my eyes turned to the campground. Of course, there was the obligatory pit-fire in the middle. But towards the edge of the site, next to a crooked tree with a low hanging branch, I saw the wooden structure, standing menacing and enticing. 

A pillory. 

Hand and neck holes cut into a rectangular piece of wood, the kind of thing devised to punish harlots like me in the old days with tomatoes and other rotten foods. But obviously, Samuel and Nicole had something else in store for me. 

“Excited?” Nicole whispered. 

Did I nod?

I hope so. Either way, Nicole already knew what I needed her to do to me. 

This was different from being seen at the festival. Out there, every costumed wanderer seemed propelled along with whatever they were doing, only able to spare me a passing glance. 

Here, I was the center of attention for twenty or thirty people, including one I recognized.

Erik met Samuel in a handshake mixed with a hug, still wearing his spiked leather armor.

“We set everything up the way that you asked,” Erik said.  

“Thanks,” Samuel said. “Hey, do me a favor and help out a little with crowd control.”

“Don’t worry about that, most of these guys are all from our shop,” Erik said. “They know the deal.”

While they were talking, Nicole moved close to me.

“Say red and I’ll stop everything,” Nicole said softly. “Anytime, I won’t be disappointed or mad.”

I nodded. 

“Hey, Olivia,” Nicole said, stroking my cheek. “I’m just going to say something before and after it starts. And you don’t have to say it back. But I love you and I would never do anything to hurt you.”

“I know…” I said. 

And no, I didn’t know I was making a Star Wars joke.

I wanted to say more, to say it back, it was just so overwhelming. But she didn’t care. It wasn’t the needy, wistful, reciprocal way that most people confess their feelings. 

She said it just like an obvious truth I should have known. 

And I guess I already did.

“Are you ready?” Nicole said, her hand lifting up my cheeks. 

“Yes Mommy,” I answered, dutiful and ready.

“You’re in my wonderland and I want to paint your rose red little bunny,” Nicole said. “I don’t know your limits like your mistress  so together we are going to find out exactly what they are…”

She went to kiss me, letting her lips just touch me before she angled her head down and bit hard on my neck. I let out a little yelp, feeling her teeth, sure she would leave the first of many marks on my body. 

“I want to see you broken,” Nicole whispered, her tongue darting across my ear. “Mommy wants to hear you say red and red until you can’t take any more. Then I’m going to be so sweet to you honey.”

She kissed me again, then moved behind me. She slid the rope around, moving behind me, making unseen adjustments. Then she tossed one end of the rope over the branch of the crooked tree across the long arm of the tree. Erik went over to help her, threading the rope through a metal notch drilled into the branch about seven or so feet from the ground

I looked around seeing the crowd of costumes, a little nervous as their cigarettes and drinks were abandoned to come watch the show. My eyes stopped on Tina, the sexy Asian woman with the tentacles around her tits, smiling at me. It calmed me down, giving me the illusion that everyone in the audience was at least a friend of Samuel’s. 

I relaxed, taking my last full breaths as I was put into place for the elaborate scene.

I was hoisted, pulled up by Erik until I stood only on my tiptoes, barely able to reach the ground. I don’t know how she did it, but the weight was distributed well enough that the rope around my neck wasn’t completely digging into me. 

But as Erik pulled me up further, I felt it tightening around my throat. 

Choking me just a little…

Nicole moved closer, even now I was a little below her, not quite even eye level suspended on the toes of my boots. She held me around the throat, steady and still so that she could look deep into my eyes, her tongue seductively licking her lips.

“Is this you what you want?”

I tried to nod. 

“Tell me.”

“Yes Mommy,” I said. “Break me, Mommy. I need it.

She turned her head, addressing the growing crowd. 

“Go ahead, she wants you to watch. Just don’t get too close. The rule is I don’t want to see the whites of your eyes.”

I saw that Samuel and Tina were directing a few eager spectators back to a respectable distance so that anyone tempted to reach out would be well out of arm’s length. 

“Samuel, can you get me the toy bag?” Nicole said it sweetly, like asking for a cup of sugar. 

“Of course,” Samuel said. “What do you want to start with?”
“Give me the wand.”

I only saw the white blur, I guess it was the Hitachi. The buzzing started before it went between my legs, the barbell wiggling intensely against the vibration. I started to lose my balance, my feet unable to stay upright against the pressure of the toy. I would drop for a second, on one foot, the other, or both, and start to dangle a little bit, forcing my thighs back together where the pleasure was almost too much. 

Only for the cycle to repeat, Nicole forcing me to take all that I could, to try and trade balance from side to side. My legs alternated back and forth like I was dancing on a hot frying pan, my pussy not sure whether to cum or scream at the overstimulation. 

Then Nicole grabbed me by the throat, pulling me down just enough that the dancing stopped. The rope went with her, Erik and my Mommy using the pulley to abuse me like a human pinata, bringing me up and down. 

“You’ve fantasized about this so much, haven’t you?” Nicole said.

“Yes… Mommy.. my..” I said in frantic gasps, not for the last time. 

Up and down, choke and clench, squeeze and switch, over and over she changed things until I started to spasm, climaxing before I even had that chance to communicate the need. It rocked me up and nearly off the vibrator, the white bulbous head only touching the tip against my clit as I choked my way into an exhilarating ecstasy. 

“How many is that?” Nicole asked. 

She kept me suspended in the air, barely able to breathe let alone talk. She moved the toy up against and I tried to jump away, feeling the strain on my shoulders and arms as I was brought back down, swaying from the tree back and forth, nearly spinning until she stopped me. 

“Samuel, will you hold this? I want to give her the wheel.”

I could feel them switched, my eyes not really able to focus, my whole body still chatted even without the powerful battery placed between my thighs.  

“Are you having fun?” Samuel asked, holding me against the vibrator again.

“Yes…”

“Yes, Daddy,” He chided playfully. “You’ll get that one for free. How many orgasms is that?”

“Four, Daddy…” My lips trembled along with my pussy.

“Oh show her,” Samuel said.

It touched my neck first, causing me to shake against the rope, the points edging their way up my cheek. Nicole pulled it back, showing me a wartenberg wheel unlike any other I’d ever seen. Instead of one circle with spikes, there were four. Together the metal spinners supported by a fork-like handle, a bar in the middle holding the revolving needles. 

I felt the sharp spike trace down my neck, not puncturing the skin, but leaving behind little red marks of pain. I spasmed, shook, rocked away as she worked up and down on each breast, stopping and nearly stabbing down on each hardened nipple. 

It hurt like hell, agony, and torment as I thrashed against her and the vibrator Samuel held against me. The rope seemed to tighten around my neck, even though it was just me choking myself to get away from the pain and pleasure. I was lost to the world, wanting to both cum and scream at the same time. 

Then she moved lower, leaving me sure she would trace the devilish thing across my clit. I closed my eyes, staying still, determined not to make things worse by moving. I flinched a little, waiting for the horrible pain. 

  Instead, the unexpected bite of the miniature blades jolted up thighs, causing my legs to kick from the ground. Samuel anticipated this, grabbing at my flailing leg, holding me as Mommy moved the razor-like device up and down the same patch of skin. She touched the soft area of skin right next to my lips, stopping only because of the Htichai pressed against my desperate and frightened pussy.

“This is your punishment for cumming without permission,” Mommy said.

 There was nothing I could do. I tried to squeeze my thighs close, fighting against them a futile, involuntarily reflex, legs pried apart so that Daddy could force the toy against me. 

And with my feet kicking out uselessly, I lost control of anything. Samuel’s hands holding me up was the only thing giving me any sort of breath, and even then, the rope against my neck felt so much closer. The whirring against my clit became too much, without warning I started to climax again. It was strange, each second, each stab and vibration keeping me firmly in the now, unable to think of anything except what was happening. 

“I’m cumming Daddy, I’m sorry, I’m so sorry... I should have asked!”

The grind of the wheel stayed on my skin, keeping me whipping my body around, turning my orgasm into something that seemed to transcend the spectrum of pain and pleasure.  And before I could even really know my orgasm, it was gone, just as subservient as me. 

“I’m sorry Mommy!”

“I know honey,” Mommy said. “But you aren’t a kitty right now. Pretty fairies like you can talk…”

She raked my ass with her wheel. At least the bottom kept the pain at bay, but this had all the feelings of foreplay. Sam started sucking on my breasts, squeezing and touching me, fondled every inch, making the most of every moment he’d wished for me from afar. He reached down, placing my legs around his shoulders. 

“Help me…” He said to Nicole. 

She placed her hands on my ass and back, straightening me as Samuel stood. Then my back was supported by the tree branch, my pussy right in Daddy’s face as he closed his mouth around my cunt. He licked and lapped, my hands still tied behind my back, even as I wanted to close them around his head and drive it hard into my sex. 

He was gentle, touching, savoring the sanguine and copper taste of my gushing sex. His tongue touched the cold of my barbell, pushing it around like he was trying to french it. Daddy found the right spot, the right button, my legs crossing over his shoulder as I came, shaking and testing the strength of his shoulders. 

I felt six hands lowering me, looking and seeing that Erik had let go of his hold on the rope. If Samuel had dropped me, I would have just fallen six feet onto the grass, supposing the three of them somehow lost their grip on me. 

I mean, I knew they were safe, but it helped to see it. 

Samuel never lowered me to the ground, leaving his hips around waist level.

“Faires can talk, so tell me what you want little fairy?” Mommy said. “Do you want to be fucked?”

“Yes Mommy,” I said, barely able to breathe, no at all sure what I wanted. 

That was the beautiful thing about being in this submissive state. I could truly want anything in order to make my owners happy. And there was something both the same and unique about them being Daddy and Mommy, co-owners of their fairy like a pet. I was a little more than a kitty, a being with a bit more autonomy, but in this state, made to be a fairy, I could easily place myself into the sexually submissive role. 

“Tell me…” Mommy said, reaching down to pull down Samuel’s pants. 

Her hand was on his hard cock, stroking it, teasing me with the head as he held me up by the thighs, his hand nearly gripping my ass. 

This was it. 

God, I met him on the internet, reading his dirty books with a rapt, ravenous appetite, letting our writings combine together in these small little ways. Showing our sensuality in that transparent way had been so easy at first, and then so hard when the relationship turned into something we treasured, turning even small steps like talking and meeting into anxiety-laced hurdles. 

And here we were. 

All I had to do was ask, and I would be his. 

“Fuck me, Daddy,” I whispered, wanting to scream it. 

But that wouldn’t have been right. 

I was aroused past the point of any ready reference. Controlled and corralled by Samuel and Nicole, completely theirs to use. Still for a second, Samuel looked me in the eye, pulling me forward to kiss and push into me as nearly the same time. 

Nicole’s hand moved away as we connected, reaching the point where he was inside of me and yet not all the way there.

He was so big, so effortlessly strong, holding me with one hand on my ass, the other on my thigh, pushing slowly all the way into me. I let out a relieved gasp, more from the release of being finally fucked than his actual size. He was big, but not to the point where just inserting himself was a feat of endurance, sliding easily into my dripping sex. 

He kissed me, his soft beard tickling my lips. He just held me like that, our hips connecting, not moving, waiting...

Sweetly savoring our first time.

 I broke the spell, rubbing against him before I realized what was happening. He had me clasped tightly against him. His arms held me in place, causing me to choke just a little on the makeshift collar around my neck. It was enough that my eyes bulged out in ecstasy as I bounced up and down on his cock, throwing my body up and down, trying to breathe. 

“Daddy, can I cum?”

“Not… yet…”

I kept bouncing, held in his hands. Then I heard something squirt. Looking back, my hair slick with sweat and obscuring my vision, I only kind of made out what was happening. Nicole had placed on her strap-on, a big and purple seven-inch dildo attached to a harness. Samuel lowered me down a little, and she knelt. 

I knew what was about to happen, prepared only through years of dirty talk and toy play. But this was totally different, my first time being double-penetrated, hanging suspended by my throat and shoulders from a three like a sexual pinata. 

But instead, she paused, crouching down and moving her tongue up Samuel’s balls and cock before nestling her nose against my ass crack. At first, she couldn’t quite find the right angle, then her tongue traced around my tight little asshole, not quite finding the tight rosebud. Still, the sensation was overwhelming, tickling and teasing until…

I jolted up, buoyed into a new position by the tip of her tongue inserted into my bottom. It was too much, bringing me to the painful edge of orgasm, making me beg again to cum. This time there was no reservation in my voice, no tiny sense of doubt maintaining any sense of modesty to make up for my outfit. 

“Mommy! Daddy! Please let me cum! Please I’m your little fairy slut, please let me cum! Oh god it hurts so bad to hold it, it hurts, please!”

I kept going, my words racing and spilling out over each other in senseless abandon. 

“Cum..” Daddy said. “Then we are both going to fuck you.”

I shook, instantly rocking between the mouth on my ass and his cock in my pussy. The orgasm caused me to kick out my legs, unable to control the seizure of my senses. 

“Fuck her baby,” Daddy said. “Go ahead Mommy, she’s ready.”

I don’t think I had stopped shaking before I felt the silicon head press against my asshole. There was a resistance at first, my asshole puckering, unwilling to accept this final violation, no matter how much I wanted it. 

They both worked to hold me steady, adjusting me, trying to stuff me full. The head pushed against my anus again and again until it gave, eliciting a painful howl as she drove it almost all at once inside of me. I could feel the two cocks, fake and real, moving against each other through the internal separation inside of me, competing for my attention. 

Then Nicole turned on the vibrator. 

Any agony transformed into a riveting joy, the vibrating working their way up my behind as though directly against my clit. They alternated, taking their turns with me, one fucking while the other stayed still. I could feel him pushing deeper inside of me, fucking me the hardest as my holes were stretched out to their simultaneous limit. 

More and more, I could feel myself opening up, accepting them until both were able to slowly move inside of me. Skin slapped against skin, my cries muted by the tie around my neck, me ricocheting between these sources of mutual satisfaction as every movement caused me to impale my body deeper and faster on their twin cocks. 

“Oh fuck!”

“What’s happening to you?” Mommy breathed, biting down on my shoulder.

I screamed. 

“I’m being fucked!”

“Which hole?” She said.

“Both! I’m being fucking in both!

“Does it feel good?”
“It feels so fucking good!”

“Is it too much? Do you want me to stop?” Mommy said, pretending that she might pull out. 

“No!” I bellowed. “Fuck me, fuck me, please I never want this to end!”

“Beg me to cum,” Daddy interjected. 

“Please, Daddy, let me cum,” I said, suddenly wide-eyed. 

I looked at him, his one his hands moving up to my cheek. 

“Sam, please…” I said, forgetting the game, too drunk on lust to play.

“Cum fairy girl..” He said, stroking my cheek.

I bounced around between them like a pinball, cascading from one to the other, climaxing on their command. But they didn’t slow, letting the powerful almost punishing force of the fucking continue until I again hoovered at the precipe of another orgasm, held aloft only by their complete dominance. 

“Fuck I need it again!”

“How many times have you needed it?” Nicole asked. 

“Oh god…” My mind spun. 

I didn’t know.

“Five, six?”

“Well, which is it?” Nicole said. “Tell me and you can cum!”

“I don’t know, I don’t know, I’m sorry, I don’t know…”

The whines came out pitiful and desperate, but I didn’t care, they had me. 

“You can cum, but afterward I am going to punish you, do you understand?”

“Yes, Mommy… thank you…” I said. 

I don’t think I’ve ever been so grateful in my life, obsequious to the point of shameful.

“Punish me however you want,” I continued blabbing. “Anything, just let me cum.”

“First tell me what I can do to you?” Mommy said. 

“I don’t care…” I wheezed. “Choke me, bite me, spank me, whip me, I don’t care! I don’t care about anything anymore just let me cum!”

“Cum..” Mommy said. 

And again, I thrashed between them, unable to define the origin or orifice that caused me to derive the most pleasure. They kept at it, fucking me until I again reached a peak, making me beg more.

“Can I cum, please can I cum?”

“Pace yourself slut,” Mommy said. “You’ll need to earn the next one. You’ve been such a bad, nasty little fairy slut…”

She pulled out painfully, my ass then feeling empty as it clenched open and shut around nothing. Samuel went a little slower, lowering me and holding me by the thighs until Erik could adjust the teether to put me back in the same position I’d started, standing on my tip-toes, trying the best I could not to tangle on the rope collar. 

I dangled there for a second, trying to keep twitching legs from losing their balance. Then Nicole returned, inserting a wireless egg into my pussy. Compared to the fucking I had been through, I barely noticed it at first…

Until she turned it on.

“We are going to go ahead and call it six…” Nicole said. “I want at least twice that from you tonight Livvy…”

I could hear something thudding against her hand, smacking against the open palm. I tried to look, wide-eyed and terrified most at the unknown, but Samuel kept me staring at him. The riding crop struck my ass with a loud thwack, sending me spiraling off of my feet, struggling for my breath. 

Then she struck me again on the other cheek. 

“Did my fairy slut forget how to count?”

“Two Mommy!” I yelped. 

Each strike with the crop sending me swinging, unable to help myself from involuntarily moving away from her blows. She hit me hard, not as practiced as my mistress, but with a raw sort of energy that made me glad she wasn’t wielding an actual whip. The thin aerodynamic rod swished through the air, striking my skin, leaving marks all along my ass and even my thighs when my movement made careful aim impossible. 

All the while, the egg kept my pussy just right on the steady edge, causing me to clamp down to keep the pleasure from spreading further. She kept going, delighting in my squeals and moans as each strike spun me around and around, making me dizzy and light of breath. My face was red, tears starting at the corner of my eyes, and still, I kept continuing…

I stopped announcing in the thirties when a series of rapid success blows deliberately made me lose the count. 

“Stay still and count!”

Only I couldn’t. I volunteered a number, only for Nicole to laugh.

“Not even close. Samuel, Tina come teach her a lesson,” Nicole ordered. “Stay still, my little fairy pet.”

I did my best, trembling, barely able to keep my boots on the ground, trying to make Mommy proud. It seems strange to those outside BDSM, but in these moments, I find myself personally taking on the responsibility of orders, no matter how impossible designed by my dom. 

And so as Mommy struck me, again sending me spiraling off my toes, I personally felt guilty, ashamed and not being able to obey. 

I don’t know if I actually smiled, but there was a second when I saw the Asian woman wearing nothing but those tentacles and beamed inside, glad she was a part of the scene. She smiled, maybe back at me, then held out a bright red cylinder, thin like a baton. I swung closer and she made contact, sending the shock up my abused body. 

I screamed, flung in another direction.

Into the shocker Samuel held. 

Another smack on the ass, and I realized the perfect combination of their torment. I was smacked or stung no matter where I bounced around, feeling the flogger and shockers everyone, one my ass, my thighs, my tits, indiscriminate in their abuse. The pain caused me to flail even more, losing my balance more and more, the noose tightening around my throat. 

“You know the sluttiest thing about this,” Mommy said. “You want this. You could stop this at any time. Just yell red and it can be over. I’ll hold you. I’ll kiss you. I’ll even let you cum however you want.”

Another smack, another shock…

Again and again.

Over and over again.

“But you want to be treated like this!”

She hit the remote and the intensity of the egg inside of me increased past the point of what I could take. I started shaking, stammering, wanting to speak but unable to find the words. 

Then Samuel touched my clit with his shocker.

“Fuck! Fuck oh god fuck!” 

I sobbed, unable to think, my pussy on fire from that painful zap. It stopped me, stalled my orgasm only briefly before again I built. I could feel the shocks, now on my thighs. The smacks, hard and red on my thighs, but I didn’t break. 

I let out a scream, full and loud before biting down on my lips, shaking and losing my balance completely as I came. There was nothing holding me except the ropes, my body writhing and slowly snipping, contributing to my dizzy and cum drunk mind. I seemed suspended there forever without any regard to anything other than my climax. 

I finished shaking, and Daddy and Mommy were there, holding me as I quaked between the two of them. The egg was still going in my pussy, causing my legs to kick out wildly against them, not hurting them so much as moving as though I was trying to climb them like a wall, as if that would stop the impossible push against my writhing body. 

“Do you want more?” Mommy asked. 

I just stared up at the sky, unable to focus as they undid the ropes. I couldn’t feel my limbs, and then when I did the quick flow of blood made them shriek with sudden stabs, leaving me slowly inching back to a state of semi-sobriety. 

I nodded, looking at Nicole. 

“Little fairy, Mommy needs to know if that was too much,” Nicole said. “I know that was a lot, and I won’t be mad if you want to stop. But you need to tell me, say it.”

I swallowed, trying to find my voice. 

“Say more Mommy… or I’ll stop.” 

I spoke meekly, not because I was really hurt or needing a pause. It was just new, strange to speak when I was so used to being a kitten, mewing or obeying silently. 

But I wasn’t ready for it to end. 

There was something exotic, so forbidden and sexy about being pushed to my limits. I wondered if they could, if I would use my safe word or hold up?

I didn’t know which seemed hotter. 

“More Mommy…”

And then it spilled out.

“God I need to be fucked more. Please, please fuck me more.”

“Okay, okay, you’re being such a good little fairy,” Mommy said. 

Her hand rubbing all over my temple, brushing back my hair, almost like petting me. I lay in her lap, spread out in between her and Samuel, the two of them stroking me, soothing me for the next scene.

I walked with my arms bowed, hands in hand with each of my owners. Daddy and Mommy were slow, letting my arms and legs move, getting me time to adjust again while showing my naked and bruised body to the crowd.

“Are you ready?” Mommy said. 

“Yes, Mommy..”

She walked me to the pillory, placing my head and hands in between the holes. The wooden cage swung shut, padlocked with my mouth at one end.
“I know what a dirty whore you are Livvy,” Mommy said. “If Daddy and I weren’t in charge, you would fuck everyone here.”

“Yes, Mommy…” I said. 

I was bent over, the stocks low enough that both my upturned ass and mouth were waist level. Of course, it had been designed for this, just as I was for it, an object of fascination in my most kinky dreams. I was locked into place, ass up, face out. And then Nicole produced another gadget from her bag, a rubber circle gag, leaving a hole where any man could stick his cock. 

I had no choice. 

“I want to see what a good cocksucker you are before I let you worship my pussy,” Mommy said. “I might even piss on you if you’re a good little fairy. 

It came out muffled, but I managed to say Yes Mommy.

Samuel was inside of me first, his cock teasing me outside the edges of my lips until he decided when to make me taste my own pussy. He drove it down into the depths of my throat, fucking my mouth until my nose touched his pubic hair, careless as to even my own ability to breathe. He used my mouth, moving out at only the right time, letting me gasp as I looked up at him. 

Then he pulled out completely, moving behind me. I couldn’t see him, but the vibrating egg was removed from my vagina, almost forgotten until removed, as if thudded inside of me like a permanent fixture. I felt so empty, teased, and so turned out not just because anyone could have been behind me. 

I wonder who all I would have fucked at this point.

It was impossible to see who was behind me. I’d like to think that I knew Samuel by the feeling of his body, but then again our first time was only minutes before, while I dangled like a whore from their tree. 

Did I know him any better from Adam as he drove into me from behind, my ass and pussy presented to any who wanted to approach me in this position on the pillory?

God, why was that so hot? Like being blindfolded through bondage.

He fucked me all the harder, my hips unable to move, the wooden construction keeping me in my place as he slammed harder into my pussy. Nicole stepped forward, her strap-on tasting of either lube or my ass as it rammed into my mouth, taking her husband’s place. It didn’t matter that she couldn't actually feel anything. She held my mouth, rougher than Samuel, making me worship her dick as it dived down my throat. 

I came, trying to announce seven through the silicone cock. But Samuel kept going, pushing into me, fucking me in longer, slow pushes through my orgasm, keeping me right on the edge. He stroked inside of me, getting me towards the edge, slamming into my pussy one last time and staying still while I ground back best I could, my boots slipping.

Then he pulled out, and then dove into my asshole 

“Oh fuck!”

But it didn’t really hurt, it just surprised me. 

I could barely talk through the gag, I lisped heavily, my mouth filled with drool. Like Samuel’s puppy, truly his good girl.

And I had to confess.

“Mommy I came, I came! I’ve cum seven times!”

“Good girl,” She said, slapping her dildo against my face. “Are you close right now?”

“Yes! God, ugh no!” 

I was disappointed, the fire was fading a little bit. Mommy moved away from my mouth, coming to tickle my pussy as her man pounded into my ass. And with her touch on my clit, each stroke started to bring me back towards a now-familiar state of bliss.

“Can I cum?!”

I begged.

“How many times is this?” Mommy said. 

“Eight, I will have cum eight times!” I yelped, the words muffled through the gag.

“Cum in her ass,” Mommy said. “You can cum once he does…”

“Are you sure?” Samuel said. 

“You can get hard again,” Nicole said. “Besides, there’s a few others who want attention.”

She lessened her pressure on my clit, waiting until Samuel slowed his frantic thrusts in my ass to put her fingers up against me. I shook violently, begging the entire time, needing every second of submissive wonder. They made me cum nearly simultaneously, working so that I could still feel Samuel pounding inside my ass as I shook with pleasure, his warm cum filling my asshole. 

No man had ever done that to me. 

He was finished, already having shot he stayed in me, leading me through the orgasm. I started up again, and he pulled out, eliciting a quick yelp. 

My butthole puckered, his cum seeping out of me. 

But I wasn’t done. 

Nicole returned in front of me, asking me if I was ready for more. I tried to nod, maybe I did, and then Erik’s cock was pushed into my mouth. I wasn’t sure about this, I’d just met this man, but I trusted my new owners. His cock was a little longer than Samuel’s, thicker and little curved, causing me to nearly choke as I got him hard.

He pulled out, leaving me still bobbing my head. 

Erik moved around the pillory, leaving me to wait for this stranger to do whatever he wanted me. I flinched, anticipating being entered at any time, in any hole. 

The burning liquid hit my ass first. 

The wax dripped down unexpectedly, scorching skin unable to prepare for the steady drips from the flame. Daddy brought the candle closer, the wax melting down onto my calves and ankles, before bringing it up to my bottom again. I tried to wiggle free, wings slapping against the pillory, trying to wretch out of my restraints. But my neck and hands were locked in place, leaving me to fight until there was nothing left…

I spasmed, here and there, accepting the hot liquid, letting it become easier as the droplets fell against already hardened wax…

Until it hit my asshole.

Then I tried to scream, but the gag kept me quiet. 

Erik started fucking me with the wax dripping down my back and ass, Samuel keeping the man clear of the hot wax while his friend pounded into my pussy. I came two more times, the first with those droplets still pouring down my cheeks, stinging like acid rain pouring on my already sore and bruised buttocks. 

“I think she deserves a reward,” Mommy said. 

She reached down, pulling free my ring gag. 

“Come here Tina…”

And for the first time, that beautiful Asian goddess pulled up her net-shaped shirt, revealing her pussy, just barely decorated with the daintiest black triangle. She smiled down at me, letting me make the move with my head, arcing it awkwardly to start licking at her pussy. 

This hadn’t been part of the deal. 

It was one thing fucking Samuel and Nicole, but these were veritable strangers. And yet, they knew them, directed them, keeping a handle on the realization of this fantasy. I licked and lapped at Tina’s pussy, inhaling every bit of her scent, continuing to try and please her no matter how hard the pounding grew in my quivering hole. 

“Please Mommy can I cum?”

“I don’t know, can she cum Tina?” Nicole said. “Is she doing a good job?”
“So good…” Tina said. 

“Okay.“ Mommy answered. “One more cummy, which one is it?”

“10!” 

I willed it out as the orgasm overtook me.

The second was right before he came inside of me, pouring his semen into my pussy without a moment’s warning. I had this moment to think about what was happening, what I had agreed to do, only to have the warm semen shooting inside of me reconfirm my convictions. 

And here I was in the middle of it, wishing I could freeze and relive each second of steamy sex as it happened. Wanting it all again, wanting it all to never end, wishing that I could just summon each image by command as I felt cum in each of my holes, combining together to mark me as the whore I really was. 

I never really knew where one orgasm subsidized and another began, the waves of pleasure and pain rocking through me as I barely became able to retain any sense of myself. Then Erik pulled out, leaving me still shaking, barely cumming, broken and cum hungry as Samuel continued spanking me with the riding crop. It moved all around, hitting my thighs, my ass, even my cum soaked pussy a fews times.

Tina climaxed, grinding her hips against me, shaking and letting me feel her relief. She patted me on the head appreciatively, leaving me lapping at the air. The sting of several blows rained down on me, caused me to tense up, my legs kicking out with each snap on my skin.

But at first, these were dulled by the taste of Nicole in my mouth, lifting up that bright yellow Belle skirt and shoving her pussy into my mouth. I had waited all day, needing to devour her kitty, wanting nothing more than to push my tongue up, around, and inside her. I worshipped her pussy, and yet she retained control, not letting me bring her to orgasm. I could feel her legs tightened together, stopping me from breaking past that final barrier.

I remembered how that used to be such a moment, or how it could be still when my mistress made me earn each orgasm, whipping my ass until I dropped something or disobeyed in some small way. This was the opposite, supercharging my orgasm until I reached the point of not caring about how used and sore I felt inside and out. I turned completely into my service, caring only about Mommy, truly prostrate in front of her pussy.

I licked and sucked, my legs moving almost of their own accord with each thwack against the other half of my body. I begged, I pleaded, the things I said. 

“Oh god, it’s too much!”

“Please, let me make you cum!”

But most of all.

“Mommy, please!”

Over and over again, needing them to know.

The worst was asking to cum. It happened suddenly, as Samuel lay repeated blows on my clit. He went softly with the crop, increasing the intensity slowly, making me let out almost a bark of pain. I was so close, begging, almost deliriously, when the final stroke came, bringing me over the edge with my mouth buried between the legs of my Mommy. 

She stroked my hair, signaling the stop silently to her husband. 

And mercifully, Mommy kept me there, letting me lick her until I could feel the rising up of her legs, her body moving because of my efforts, enjoying my tongue as it made orgasm. 

Just that once…

 There was a satisfaction in that all of its own, somehow even more scintillating than even my own orgasm. Nicole closed around my head, legs turning like a vice, keeping me in position as I barely felt the blow on my behind. 

She pulled away from me, switching places with Samuel. I don’t think I even thought about the taste of my ass on his cock, nor did I wonder at his ability to remain hard. 

I opened, sucking without the lip guard, desperate to please them more the blows rained down on each cheek. It wasn’t like a spanking, not in the way I’d experienced with an open hand. Nicole seemed determined to get a reaction from me, to cause me to utter that forbidden and sacrosanct word that would bring everything about this fantasy to a crashing halt. 

“Oh god, it hurts!”

“Left cheek or right cheek?”

“Please, Mommy it’s so much!”

She gave it to me on both. 

“Left or right slut?”

“Left!” I shrieked. 

And of course, she hit the right. She made me pick like this with each swat, deciding which cheek could take the abuse until both burned too much to pick.

“I don’t know Mommy! They both hurt so bad!”

It did not make her let up.

I can only describe the next few minutes as a tanning. She hit upon already new bruises and marks, taking me to another plane in my pain threshold. Truly, I thought she would break me at some point, that I would have to scream out red at any second, but every hit I convinced myself that I could really take one more…

And then one more.

Until I truly didn’t care. She could have kept at me like this until my rump was completely black and blue, and I would have still sucked Samuel dutifully, needing his load. At this point, there was no difference between the desire of my pussy and the need to please my owners, their treatment creating in me an underlying purpose to meet their every want. 

I saw myself only as an extension of their passion, a vessel to be filled, grateful for the opportunity to be made whole by the finale. 

 He pulled out at the last second, stroking himself as his head still popped in and out of my mouth. Samuel shot out with a load that seemed as complete as the one dripping down my ass, the spurts coming out in three long streams that spread across my nose, my lips and my chin in three large ropes. The rest spread down on his head in a mess on his tip until he drove it forward one last time, letting me clean it greedily. 

I barely collected myself, waiting for the next strike on my ass, tense and sore and still needing one more sliver of attention. I could barely think, not sure what was going to happen next. There was a moment’s anticipation when I came to a little more, sensing their preparation out of my sight. 

She loomed large in front of me again, waving the she-wee in front of me like her own cock until my cum-coated lips pursed around the spigot. I tasted the hard plastic, waiting for an eternity as Mommy moved up on the tips of her toes, needing to elevate herself just a little for the urine to fall down the device. 

It was strange, almost like cutting off the stream at its source so that each salty, tangy taste was easier to swallow. I wondered if it was anything like swallowing a man’s piss and then realized soon I may have my answer. 

But while I loved the idea, already considering the ways that my mistress could put the plastic tool, another part of me wanted it straight from the source…

I prayed she was like me, needing to pee more once she went the first time.

Nicole pulled me out of the pillory, controlling my fall down onto the tarp next to it. She dropped with me, her bare breasts pressing against my back. Her hand went between my legs, holding the vibrating wand against my clit again. As she did, the dull ache from the soreness in my cunt made me wonder if I would truly break, if she would really take me past my limit. 

But I wasn’t scared. 

There was a readiness in my resignation. I looked up, and saw Samuel towering over me as Nicole drove her vibrator against my clit, fucking me with it harder, keeping me sprawled out in front of me. I opened my mouth to accept Samuel’s cock, tasting his piss as it dribbled out in a few spurts inside my mouth. I drank, not really tasting, relishing in this first. 

It was so different from drinking from a woman, which often meant gulping down a fountain in an awkward tilt of my neck. With my lips sealed around his head, not a drop was wasted down my neck, the stream steady and sustainable. I wanted it all, but Samuel pulled back, hosing me down as the urine mixed with the cum collected on my face and neck. 

The last few drops spilled into my open mouth, giving me a chance to savor it before I swallowed. He switched with Nicole, grabbing the vibrator as she stood over me, teasing me with her pussy.

“Don’t touch it yet, kiss my thighs.”

“Yes, Mommy,” I begged. 

The whirring oblong head of the Hitachi ground against my pussy, throbbing into my aching clit the same senseless submission. His hands were rough on my waist, holding me steady as he pushed me closer to my last orgasm.

“Oh good, Daddy it’s so much…” I whined.

“Good,” Samuel whispered, biting the nape of my neck. 

I groaned, sitting up almost like their lap dog, my hands tracing down Nicole’s thighs like paws aching for a treat. I need to cum so bad, wanting that only the tiniest bit more than it to all be over. 

I just needed that last orgasm. 

“Please piss on me mommy,” I begged. 

I needed it so badly.

“Tell me, how many times will that be?”

“12…” I said. 

“How many times did my fairy slut need to cum?

“12 times…” I purred. “I needed to cum twelve times..”

She pulled me by the hair, moving me around her thighs, bringing me closer to her cunt with every heavy grab. Mommy shook my head, keeping me from really connecting with her pussy, making me lick and lap at empty air, wanting nothing more than to taste her pussy again. 

“Please, Mommy! Please!”

The pressure was building, and I couldn’t tell if my frail frame would stand another orgasm after this. More than anything, I wanted the last one to be with her piss in my mouth. I needed it, craving this last act not of degradation but of closeness. I wanted her to really know what I would be willing to do for her, how I wanted every piece of her pussy…

 I wanted her to know that I worshipped it. 

“Please Mommy, let me worship your pussy,” I prostrated myself in front of her. “Please let me cum with your pee in my mouth.”

“Good girl,” Mommy said. 

She pulled me into her, letting loose a torrent of urine in a few spurts that dribbling down my chin. I opened my mouth wishing I could gulp down the gallons of pee rushing into my parched desires. I kept swallowing, not wanting to waste a dribble, determined not to waste any of it down my body. 

But I couldn’t help it. 

Mommy spilled so much piss down my throat that it became to bubble up over the corners of my mouth, nearly drowning me as I tried to force it to the rest of it. 

The climax caused only my waist to buck, my head staying still determined to drain every last drop from her sex. I tried, I kept swallowing, but the twisting of ecstasy caused me to lose pace with the flow. I coughed a little, wasting more on my face and tits, writhing and then falling as the last streams of urine poured down onto my hair and wings. 

But I wasn’t done.

My tongue licked at the droplets of urine on the tarp, desperate for anything to prove. My hands were on her boots, I lay nearly on my hands and knees, like some pagan sun worshipper, purified by my sacrifice to her essence. And I needed it again, my hips bucking and closing around the vibrator in Samuel’s hand, trying to squeeze again.

“12…” I managed to groan. 

“Clean Mommy off,” Nicole said.

I tried to rush back to her pussy. 

“No, no, my thighs fairy slut, where you spilled,” Mommy chided.  

I licked up and down her thighs, making long streaks with my tongue, coating it like a kitty cleaning its fur, the vibrator still keeping me on the edge of an orgasm.

“Now my pussy…”

I tasted those final drops without really recognizing any flavor other than the overwhelming satisfaction of truly submitting. Mommy held me there, cleaning and licking her pussy until the orgasm overtook me. I don’t even know if called anything out, if I remembered that this was unlucky thirteen, all I knew is that this one caused my body to careen between the two of them, shaking and vibrating, my entire body nearly convulsing in a final expression of ecstasy, each moment extending beyond my wildest imaginings, fulfilling the very apex of anticipation until I had been completely drained. 

Empty?

No, free and content, not quite ready to be filled again.

At least not for a couple of hours.

***

They cleaned me up and we spent the night at the festival, hearing the clattering and scattered calls from a hundred parties slowly dying down into the early morning light. 

Sam drove us home, exhausted and yet with a quiet smile spread throughout his face.

We sat in the backseat. I curled up in Nicole’s lap, letting her stroke my ear. 

“Did you have a good time my pet?” 

I let out a purr, almost accidentally. 

“You can stay with us anytime you want love,” She whispered. “We have a guest bedroom, not that you have to use it, we have a king-sized bed.”

I smiled, drifting off to sleep in her lap as Samuel drove.