Page 54 of Boneyard HEA

With my head hauled back by the rope attached to the hook in my ass, I can only see what they do at the edges of my vision. They can’t mean to?

They’re flipping a coin now, and Tomás has unzipped and pulled out his cock, and they’ve both taken off their shirts. With his shorts still on, he comes to me, but there’s no condom as far as I can see. They lied about the sand. They must have!

Being taller, he looms over my upturned face and kisses my neck, before he fumbles at one breast, crushes my nipple, and clamps something on there that lights me up with unexpected pain. I’m still hissing when he treats my other breast the same way.

Metal swings from them, a small chain brushing my skin below my nipples.

“Now you have two crocodiles.” He kisses and nips at my breasts before he begins to fingerfuck me, easily finding his way in with my legs already open. I tug at the ropes and shuffle my feet, pretending I want to escape, though there’s nowhere to go. They can do anything they want to me.

That was the agreement. Own me, do what you want.

He plunges them in, leaves them inside me, squeezes my breast, caresses anywhere he wants to, while my muscles spasm onto his fingers.

I sob and grunt as he worms in more, three, fucks me a few times, then maybe four fingers are in me, worms them in, then slowly out, stretching me until I’m…I’m… I swallow as my throat closes in, hands twisting the rope. He pushes those fingers higher.

“Just preparing you. Want to try fucking her ass at the same time anyway?” he calls over his shoulder.

“My dick isn’t that small, unlike yours.”

They laugh at that while they repeatedly defile me. My leaked arousal makes his hand slip as Tomás extracts his fingers. Crouching, he stretches around my ass to grasp the rope running down my back then starts to toy with my clit. He kisses my stomach, and I can’t help making sounds as he stirs me below, toggling my clit, back and forth, pressing, pushing, finding a rhythm that makes my thigh muscles clench and tremble. And all the while, he’s tugging at the ass hook rope.

Confused and lost in what he’s doing, I shake, staring up through the foliage, with my tongue poking at the tape where it crosses my mouth.

As he plays with my body, the crocodile clamps swing and bite, making my breasts feel swollen, merely targets for them to abuse.

I groan as his fingers do that thing, on a spot he’s found on my clit that makes me shudder and gasp, again and again. Aching for release, I whimper and shift my legs further apart, making him laugh and tell me I’m a slut. I push myself at his hand. While Mr. Loxland comes closer and speeds up the stroking of his cock.

“Going to make you come first.” Tomás rises and kisses the side of my breast. “Then we fuck you.”

I gurgle something nonsensical at him, closing my eyes as his skilled fingers play on me like a maestro with an orchestra.

Something hums and is pushed against my clit. In seconds, the throbbing vibrates into my body, wrecks my clit. It’s inescapable as he firmly wedges the vibe into me, and I arch even more and choke out stupid noises.

“There she is.” He shoves his fingers into me, again, then bites beneath a crocodile clamp, and my pussy makes wet, embarrassing squelches as he ruthlessly thrusts and withdraws his fingers, like a filthy piston.

I shake violently, and the vibe keeps pulsing, his fingers fuck me, and the ass plug is driven deeper by the rope and the tensing of my body.

Then, then…he removes the vibe and stands up.

I slump, panting, but with my head still curved backward, I blink at the sky, a complete mind-wrecked mess.

“Fuck. I’m going to try. Maybe I’ll pull it out.”

“Sure.” Tomás kneels and reapplies the vibe to my clit. “Again. Show me how much you want this. Cry for me. Say please. Beg. Make it loud.”

Yet again, my legs begin to tremble, and I’m seconds from coming with a firestorm of ecstasy about to roll in… But I don’t say please.

He removes the vibe, again, and waits out my gasping and my useless swearing through the gag.

Instead, I feel the ass plug sucked out then a cock push at me there.

“Fuck, yeah,” Mr. Loxland grates out as he tunnels his cock into my ass and halts inside me. Then he squeezes in deeper, before withdrawing then slowly pushing in again, and I’m so needy, so ready. Frustrated, I sob and gurgle words that can’t possibly be understandable.

“Close enough.”

And the vibe returns, pressed hard against my mound, my clit, humming in and before I can do more than cry out once, I’m coming with the storm destroying all thoughts as I keen and shake.

Legs wrecked by the climax, I crumple into the ropes with one man reaming my ass, while Tomás unclips my ankle cuffs from the rope. He picks up my legs, adjusts his arms where they’re under me, and waits for Loxland to pause.