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Thwack. Thwack. Thwack. Each strike left
me wetter, hotter, more desperate.
    Another
flogger started behind me, Bradford focusing on my ass and thighs. “You want to
come, Fuck Toy?” he growled as he swung again.
    I
moaned into my gag, unable to respond in any other way.
    “Look
in my eyes, sugar.” Jones moved closer, focusing faster, sharper, harder
strikes on my pussy.
    I
whimpered and a new wave of tears fell from my eyes. My need to come was so
great, and I was so close.
    Bradford
pulled the bar up in front of me, lifting it all the way up to my head, leaving
my gaping pussy completely open to Jones’s assault. With the better angle, his
strikes centered in directly on my clit.
    Using
one hand, Bradford released my gag and pulled it out of my mouth. “Come, Fuck
Toy.”
    My
scream echoed in the night air and I fell to pieces, even as the flogger kept
raining strikes down on my clit. The continued attention kept wave after wave
of pleasure rolling through me. It was the longest, hardest orgasm of my life.

 
    When
I finally stopped convulsing, Jones stopped flogging my pussy and Bradford released
me from the basketball hoop. Leaving the bar in place, he carried me. I didn’t
know where he was taking me. I didn’t care. Couldn’t think any longer.
    After
a couple of minutes, we were inside a cabin of some sort with a fire burning in
the hearth. He dumped me, face first on my hands and knees, on the floor in
front of the fire and threw a blanket over me.
    I
didn’t have the energy to move, so I just stayed how I was, tingling all over
as I thawed out and dried off before the fire.
    Sometime
later, Bradford was back, kneeling on the floor beside me. He’d taken off all
of his clothes, and for the first time I could see all of the muscles etching
his hard body.
    “How
about we take that plug out, Fuck Toy?”
    “God,
yes,” I mumbled.
    He
immediately yanked on one of my tits, and I had to bite back a scream. Bradford
glared at me, with those cold, hard, almost black eyes. “What was that?”
    Belatedly,
I remembered he was supposed to be called Master. I’d so rarely had my mouth
free, it was hard to remember these things. “Yes, Master.”
    “Excellent.
Give me your ass.” He whipped the blanket off of me, and his fingers worked at
the plug right away. He drew it in and out several times in a slow, rhythmic
motion, before finally pulling it free.
    While
I was relieved, I also felt strangely empty.
    Bradford
stood again, his hard cock bobbing in the air before me. It was insane that,
after the night I’d already had, I couldn’t help but lick my lips at the sight
of that monster. What the hell was coming over me?
    But
he didn’t let me have his cock. “Time to move you up to the next size plug, I
think, Fuck Toy. You handled that one very well for a beginner.”
    I
couldn’t stop my groan from coming out.
    “Watch
it, sugar,” Jones said, coming back into the room. He, too, was nude now, and
his cock was standing at the ready. “We don’t want to gag you again right away,
but we will.” He sat on the floor with his cock right before my mouth, his legs
bent and spread on either side of me. “Go on. Start sucking.”
    I
didn’t need any more invitation than that, sick, sex-crazed Fuck Toy that I was
becoming. I took the head into my mouth and started licking and sucking.
    Instead
of controlling my movements, he let me do as I would. I focused on the
underside, drawing a pointed tongue along the insane length of him, when I felt
Bradford return behind me. I tried to focus on the blow job I was giving and
ignore the massive butt plug he was shoving up my ass, but that wasn’t all that
easy to do.
    Bradford
rubbed a finger on my clit as he pressed the plug deeper, deeper. I moaned over
Jones’s balls as I sucked them into my mouth.
    When
the plug went deeper than the previous one had and stretched me wider, I
accidentally nipped the ball sac in my mouth, just a little brush of teeth.
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