“None of that.” She jumped as a switch touched her buttock, a sharp sting. Then Ben’s hand was there, working that dildo in her ass. “Clench down, as if it was my cock. Like you were imagining, that night in your bed. Say what you were thinking, out loud for all of us to hear.”
Her arousal shot up even higher, even as she blushed. “Fuck me…with your cock. Master…harder…please. Ohh…” She remembered how her climax had taken her over, without his permission to release. It made her pussy ripple with an aftershock even now.
She clenched over the dildo, groaning with the sensation. “Keep doing it,” he ordered, and she obeyed as the others finished what they were doing. Even her head was secured to the web, a line that ran around her forehead. With her legs spread, knees tied down, her body completely restrained, she was able to be fucked, sucked, whatever they desired. The web gave them the flexibility to angle her as they desired.
“Beautifully done.” He touched her flank with that switch again, a quick sting. “Thank the Masters properly, Marcie.”
“T-thank you…Master Peter. Master Jon…Master Lucas. Thank you for using me for my Master’s pleasure and your own.”
“Gorgeous.” That came from Jon. He caressed her shoulder as he tested the bindings once more. “Welcome to the family, love.”
Then Peter cupped her breasts, a flick of his tongue over the sensitized nipples. “Your breasts are as beautiful as your sister’s. Pure honey skin.”
Finally, Lucas. His hand trailed over her face, a softer, more thoughtful caress, but then that hand dropped, found her dripping cunt, fingered her until she was growling like a needy cat.
“I think we’ll be able to talk Cass into that fantasy I have, don’t you? Particularly since it’s your fantasy as well.”
That sent a spasm through her, particularly when his fingers stroked her clit so knowledgeably. “Yes sir.”
A touch of amusement entered his voice, tangled with a good degree of lust. When Lucas got home tonight, she was pretty sure Cass was going to get a good workout. “I’m sure I won’t get that kind of deference when she’s off this web, Ben.”
“She still has a punishment coming,” Peter offered, creating a spiral of anxiety in her lower belly. “Maybe that will help her remember to be more respectful. For a day or two.”
“You know I have a certain code, Marcie,” Ben said, staying frustratingly out of reach. She licked her lips, remembering the taste of his cock. “About letting my submissive top from the bottom. You need to remember your place is firmly on the bottom, always. Five switches from each of them to drive the lesson home.”
Despite the threat, Marcie clung to his voice. She was in high gear, stimulated by all of this, but her emotional hunger was nowhere near sated. She needed him. Would eventually beg if she had to do so.
She remembered how much the switching had hurt from Ben, but how it had made her so hot, knowing she’d given him the right to do it. Now he was offering it to the others as a rite of passage, as part of her initiation. A ball gag was pushed into her mouth with cloth wadding to absorb the saliva. Then it was buckled tightly around her head, as her fingers clutched the ropes. She shook her head several times, trying to shake off the fear, the anticipation of the pain. She needed to do this. Punishment was necessary. Her Master said so.
She yelped as the first one hit. She didn’t know who it was until he was done, alternating between the right and left buttock. “Nice striping,” Peter commented. “Hand it over, Jon.”
She was braced for five more strikes, but not for them being around her breasts. She let out a startled cry as the switch stung the top of her breast, brought down upon both of them from above, since Peter was a tall guy. His large hand curved around her nape, holding her there as he administered four more, at different angles, probably making a crisscross shape of red lines on her distended curves.
Lucas got her inner thighs, not quite hitting her pussy, but close enough she felt the reverberation through it. She was gasping, holding on to those ropes for dear life. Fire was spreading across her flesh, and then Ben gathered her hair, wrapping it into a tight tail, securing it high on her head, baring her neck for the press of his mouth.
She shuddered, moaned like a dove, needy. She wanted the gag gone. But she was at the mercy of her Master. Then he was removing it from her mouth, answering her prayers.
“No more topping. No more misbehaving.”
“Yeah, I’ve had that conversation with Dana before.” Peter’s snort sent a ripple of humor through the men.
Dana misbehaved because she needed to feel her Master’s yoke, its reassurance. That was a part of it for Marcie, but it was more than that also. Sometimes her Master needed her to misbehave, to give him the outlet of punishment, to feed his sadistic side. It gave her as much pleasure as it gave him. So in as demure a voice as she could muster, she managed two words. “Yes, Master.”
Ben’s snort was quite distinguishable from Peter’s. “Just for that…”
She started out with “No, no, no…” because hell, it hurt so bad, having that switch strike her buttocks, her thighs. The pain was intense, excruciating, because it didn’t take much with a switch. He knew her better than they did, knew how much she could take, what she craved. On ten, she gasped with relief, her legs quivering.
Things had gotten quiet again. She could hear Ben’s breath, his shoes tapping as he moved, studying her stretched and tormented body from every angle, she was sure. She ached for him. Her pussy hadn’t
