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The whip doesn’t make contact, but I know she’s anticipating the strike. Her stomach is already contracting at the thought of it. I nod to Don and he withdraws, and I fix that for her, bringing the whip down with a sharp crack across both her nipples.
Candy cries out in pain and pleasure and I wait for the last echoing sound of the whip to die away before I do it again. Red stripes rise across her chest and her nipples are so erect they look like they’ll never soften. And she’s loving every second of it.
Frost has her pussy lips spread out with one hand.
“She’s so wet that she’s dripping down her ass and onto the table. She’s such a messy slut. I’m tempted to untie her and make her lick it up,” he says.
I chuckle. “It’s her mess after all.”
“There’s enough cream here to act as lube if we were going to fuck her ass tonight,” Frost announces. “And she fucking loves that idea.”
“But sadly, that’s not the plan,” I remind him. Candy lets out a disappointed sigh, but as Frost lowers his mouth to her and licks her from ass to clit, sucking her swollen lips into his mouth and nibbling on them, it turns into a cry of delight.
I’m so fucking jealous it’s unreal, but I refuse to give in to the temptation of touching, tasting and having her.
The torture of waiting tonight will make the triumph of tomorrow’s capture all the sweeter.
Frost pulls away from her, licking his lips. “This slut tastes like fucking heaven.”
He’s watching me watch Candy, his cock straining against his jeans. He’s as close to losing it as I am. I nod to him, and he drops his jeans and boxers and steps out of them. He’s already rock hard. He steps up to Candy and grabs her by the face, running his fingers over her swollen lips, then leans in to kiss her. Her lips part and his tongue slips inside her mouth. He breaks the connection and looks down at her. “I want to fuck my whore.”
She whimpers her thigh muscles and pussy clenching, and I grin. She’s so desperate and needy for everything we have to offer, but she really gets off on Frost’s gentle degradation. I wonder if she could handle it if he really amped it up? Humiliating her on the main stage in front of all of our members.
Maybe someday.
Don and Frost swap places, Don stepping up to kiss her hard while Frost positions himself between her spread thighs and rolls on a condom.
Don runs his hands down Candy’s front, pausing at her breast. He squeezes it hard, and leans in to whisper in her ear. “You think you can hold out any longer, Sugar?”
“No!” she wails, making him chuckle.
Frost lifts Candy’s hips off the table and enters her in one thrust, her scream echoing in the room. She claws at therestraints holding her, trying to control something even though we all know she can’t. Her tits bounce and sway with the force of Frost’s thrusts. He grabs her ass, spreading her cheeks and driving himself into her even harder. He slaps her ass and then grabs her hips and pulls himself even deeper inside her as she howls with pleasure.
“Don,” I growl out, gritting my teeth. “Choke her.”
Don nods and yanks on the belt around Candy’s neck, making her pupils blow. “Open up, Sugar,” he says roughly, grabbing her chin and forcing her jaw wide before she can react. He thrusts two fingers into her mouth, right to the back of her throat, making her gag and cough. Her eyes water and she looks so fucking beautiful at our mercy that it makes me ache.
The need to do something, to be involved somehow, is unbearable, so I bring the whip down across her chest, her breasts, her stomach, her lower abdomen. Lash after lash in time to Frost’s thrusts in her cunt and Don’s fingers in her mouth. She cries out with every strike but thrust her body upward to meet each lash, begging for more.
We work in harmony, like we’ve done this together a thousand times before, and the feeling that washes over me is euphoric. Indescribable.
I drop the whip, hastily pulling my throbbing dick free from my slacks and fisting it roughly. Nodding to my brothers, Don does the same and Frost withdraws from Candy’s cunt, discarding his condom. The three of us pump our cocks while Don continues to choke Candy and Frost roughly fingers her cunt and rubs her clit with his thumb. There’s no finesse to the movements, just a frantic need to get off.
“We’re going to cover you in cum, like the dirty, used whore you are,” Frost grunts. “And as soon as that first splash hits your skin, you’re going to detonate like a fucking bomb going off…because the best whores come on command. They don’t evenneed any training. And you want to be the very best for us don’t you, Bambi?”
She screams her assent around Don’s fingers and it’s the fucking trigger. I don’t even know whose cum hits her first, but I blink and she’s covered. Never ending jets of cum splashing on her creamy skin and then sliding down her body. Don paints her face while Frost and I cover her tits, her torso and her pussy. Our three sets of hips are jerking violently, trying to get the maximum amount of release onto Candy as she screams her release alongside ours.
Don withdraws his fingers so that everyone watching can enjoy the pleasure of her orgasm, but he doesn’t let her go. He holds her in place while she convulses, his eyes locked on hers as he whispers praises to her and strokes her damp curls back from her forehead.
She looks spent. Absolutely exhausted. And so fucking beautiful.
I tuck my dick away and gesture to the others to release her. Frost grins at me and I nod, giving him the green light to finish her off.
Dragging her roughly from the table he pulls her to her feet and yanks her over to the mirror.
“Look at yourself, slut,” he says. “Let them look at you. Let them watch you stand there as cum covers every inch of you and dries. Such a fucking whore. Such a magnificent slut. They all want you. Want to be us. But they only get to watch and want. Because you’re ours now.”
She whimpers, her eyes closing in bliss at Frost’s words. He slaps her cheek and she startles, blinking up at him.
