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At first, I penetrated her slowly, wary of the metal, but the scraping from the jaws only added to the sensation. I stuck myself in all the way, to the hilt, pleased at the little grunts and squeaks she made just from this. Then…Razor reached under her and applied that buzzing dildo to her clit. He flicked the power button until it was at jet engine level, and I could tell she was trying to ride the thing. I hoisted her ass up again and watched him look beneath to adjust aim.
Her cunt walls clamped down on me, and Charity was moaning at a higher and higher pitch, her fingers scratching at the floor like she could sink them into the timber. Enough of the finessing. She shook her head and raised herself onto her forearms and I began to fuck her harder faster, deeper, making wet noises whenever I rammed in and met her butt.
Ten or twenty thrusts later, my eyes were ready to bulge from their sockets. My cock was suddenly squeezed in a cunt grip I’d not experienced ever before. A wail tore from her throat and Charity shook then tensed in waves.
With my hands embedded in her bruised ass, I gave her a last few pounding stabs, buried in her and came. I think I summoned chaos with this climax. The jets of come ached up through to my teeth, drawing every residue of jizz from the depths of my balls. I spurted multiple times until milked dry by the girl under me.
She was slumped, a mess of useless limbs, with her mouth open, her eyes closed. Charity stayed on the end of my cock for a minute longer before I could bear to pull out. She sort of flowed onto the floor, one arm crooked under her head, the other outflung.
Razor leaned down and signed her back with a sharpie, then removed the clamps from her pussy. He left them draped over her hip like little trophies, then leaned into the sofa.
I laid down next to her, propped on my elbow. “You okay?”
“I can’t feel my pussy…or my legs,” Charity murmured between her panting. Her brown eyes opened. “That was…” She closed them again, blinked. “Awesome.”
“Hulk!” I heard someone yell in greeting.
And here was the man himself, walking our way.
I brushed her hair off her face. “We need to get you cleaned up.”
Hulk, aka the doctor, arrived. “We have a bedroom here for the night. I can see you kept yourselves busy. Are you alright, Charity?”
“I think…I’m dead, and my ass is on fire.”
His mouth twisted until I thought he was having a problem, then he broke into a smile and guffawed. “Good. I guess. Carry her if you have to, Cassius. If you’re still capable.”
I flopped onto my back. “I’m dead, too, Hulk. I just shot a load that blew my brains out through my dick.”
“That was entertaining.” Razor casually tossed the nipple clamps into the bag. “Let’s do that again sometime. With Hulk’s permission, of course.”
“Not likely, Razor.” The doctor studied him then Charity where she lay on the floor, catching her breath.
She rolled over onto her side to mostly face us, with her breasts in full view, and her hair flared above her head. The spiked collar stood out on her neck, with the leash trailing over the timber floor. Much of her skin was reddened here and there, from clamps on her nipples, from fingers, pinches, and smacks. The signature of a woman a few climaxes ago showed in blatant red marker, scrawled from hip to the little arrow of hair on her mons. A sketched pair of red, kissy lips sat beside her clit. That one had been quite the fan of Miss Charity.
“Hulk.” I should call him that here. “What are you thinking?” I levered myself off the floor, tucked away my dick and zipped up.
“That everyone here has signed their name on our girl.” He rubbed his chin, his other hand on his hip, with his coat swept out of the way. “We should sign ours too.”
Charity crawled up and sat on her heels. She found the marker and offered it to us both, laid across her palm like an offering. “Please. I’d like that.”
He took the pen and studied it, then looked to Charity. “I was planning to do this tonight, but not with ink. Cassius wanted to brand you. I have an electro-cautery pen I want to use. This will create a moderately permanent scar, and it will hurt. I’ll let you choose whether you want local anesthesia for it or not.”
Charity fidgeted with her fingers, intertwining them. She inhaled then nodded. “How much pain?”
“It’s impossible for me to judge. I promise to distract you, and I can stop and give an anesthetic injection, if it proves too much for you. Good enough?”
“Okay,” she said, softly.
I was sure she was as in the dark about what was going to happen as I was. I went to her and retrieved the leash. She followed Hulk and me, staying on hands and knees when I pointed downward.
“How do I use this electro cautery thing, Hulk?” I asked.
“You will sign in marker. I’ll go over it to make the brand. It’s not an instrument you can learn in a few minutes… What do I call you here, Cassius?” He stopped. We were almost at the stage, and I figured he was going there.
“Call me?” I frowned. “A name for the CNC Fraternity? I’m not a—”
“You are. I made you a member.”
