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“You bastard!” she seethed under her breath. She may have looked angry, but it wasn’t anger she was feeling and they both knew it.
Will smirked and dropped her head to the table.
“Don’t hold back,” he told the men.
***
“You remember what it’s like to have your ass abused, I mean really abused, not some creative punishment with the finesse of a master, but what’s hard and fast and demanding? You remember Gus, don’t you? He’ll use the strap, flail on her naked bottom till it’s raw, and then perhaps, take up a wood paddle so there’s nothing but pain, and a shrieking woman. He’ll strike her thighs and ass until she’d exhausted. Then Kevin, the much more artful Kevin will take over.”
Alex was raw inside, feeling a savage indignation, that such horrors would be perpetrated on her dear friend by the two men she thought she loved.
“Don’t look too distraught, my dear. It’s no different than what you endured from me. And you loved it.”
She was nearly in tears, and not sure why. “But it’s Jocelyn,” she snapped. “How can you do this to her!”
He didn’t snap back, but spoke simply. “Because I love her.”
***
The heavy belt landed with a vigorous stroke. Gus didn’t use Will’s implements, preferring the ruthlessness of the belt he wore daily about his waist. The imprints on her backside were nearly instantaneous, bringing out the red fire until her whole ass was inflamed. Ah! She might be groaning, might be full of spirit and complaint,” he thought, but she was relinquishing with each stroke. He laid on dozens against the center of her ass, one after the other, until he stopped without a warning. In Gus’s mind, he’d whipped her enough to suit his needs. He nodded at Kevin to proceed.
The younger man stood back and eyed the splayed behind, noting the bright red color. He could almost feel the heat rising from her skin from three feet away, and he could surely hear the lovely sound of her whimpering distress. The beating had made his cock hard, and his desires raging. She was ready for the cane, which would turn her ass into a work of art. While Gus had done a good job covering every inch that was fair game for a good strapping, he wasn’t a tactical man. It took finesse to apply the cuts to mark her.
Subdued and crying softly now, Jocelyn hadn’t a hard edge in her soul, just the flicker of fire that would never leave those green eyes.
Kevin snapped his wrist and the cane descended, too fast for the eye to see.
She gave out a soft cry, but not a desperate shriek, and a thin red line began to rise above the blush of red.
Six snaps, six soft cries, six red lines.
***
“There’s no justice in this, Reggie,” Alex vowed, hearing him tell his sordid tale.
“It isn’t about justice, Alexandra, it’s about love.”
“How can you call that love?” she wondered aloud, even though she knew the answer, she knew it like the back of her hand.
“It’s about love. And about power and submission, and going deep. And yes, in part, because the two of you can’t let go of your guilt over your clandestine relationship; it’s about half-truths and glaring omissions, about setting things straight that have been off kilter for weeks.”
“But Jocelyn?” Alex said.
“Is it so hard to understand when you’ve had it all yourself? You know how she’s going to feel, don’t you? She wants it, as much as you’re craving it now. And think,” he said, almost trying to be light, “she’s having the joys of two dicks by now, and don’t you wish you could?” The expression on his face was utterly perverse.
***
After Gus had taken her cunt, and Will had aroused himself at Jocelyn’s mouth, they moved her to the couch where she could lie on Kevin to be screwed. Only then did Will remove the fake prick from her ass.
When it was gone, there was an empty feeling where she’d been so full before; but the emptiness was fleeting. Her dark sexual home was quickly penetrated by a real prick. Invading her in the most humiliating and brilliant way, Will joined Kevin in the crude assault, taking from her the innocence of her well-shielded status as Reggie Harold’s wife. Both pricks rode her freely. She became as vulnerable and selfless as any indecent slut, as vulnerable as Alex or Helena might be.
The fire that ripped through her was ungodly, the abuse, the vile use, the lasciviousness of her desire overwhelming all control; she had no idea exactly when or how she orgasmed, or for how long. But she realized infinite pleasure in total abandon. Never, never had she imagined…
***
Alex’s pussy was crawling as if there were hands all over it, though there were none. Fucked by a voice, by ideas and imaginary fingers and cocks, she wanted to put her own hands to her cunt, but he’d never allow it. There was no torture more wretched than this. No punishment more apt for a flagrant exhibitionist submissive.
“Think about it, Alex. Weep a little if you like.”
