her open and bent her backwards slightly. A black blindfold had been tied over her eyes.
'It's so you two will never forget who you belong to,' Wil told Clara. Fear sweat was trickling from her armpits.
Grant took one of the steel rods from the bed of coals, and eyed the glowing tip. It was a branding iron! Heat waves shimmered off the orange letters.
Lois writhed against the hands gripping her, then relaxed. Her head twisted as if she was trying to see through the blindfold. Clara's guts knotted tighter and tighter as Grant moved toward his helpless woman. Everyone was around the platform, watching hungrily. Clara noticed that all the men had monster hard-ons. The women were licking their lips in anticipation.
Grant moved the glowing branding iron within an inch of Lois' straining gut, down low, near her pussy. From the way she stiffened, it was obvious she could feel the heat. She sucked in a desperate breath, and braced herself against the anticipated pain.
Her teeth clamped down on a thick leather strap. Her nostrils flared as she exhaled and inhaled quickly.
Clara stared, fascinated. She was horrified, terrified and unbelievably aroused by the sight. Grant thrust, held the branding iron against his woman. There was a sickening, sizzling hiss, and the stink of burning flesh. Smoke burled up from where Grant was still holding the branding iron against Lois' pale flesh. She fought the men gripping her, but it was useless. Her head tossed and turned and the cords in her throat stood out as she sank her teeth into the leather bit.
It seemed like the iron was going to burn clear through her. Grant held the searing metal against her gut for what seemed hours. For hours Lois fought the urge to scream in agony as Grant's initials were burned into her belly. Finally, when the branding iron was removed, she gave a gut-wrenching moan.
The blindfold was ripped off her eyes, and someone smeared salve on the charred letters. Lois glanced down at the 'GP' and smiled tenderly at Grant.
Then Clara felt her arms being grabbed, and her legs being caught and dragged apart, and shot a look of stark terror at Wil. Terror, and then love, because she wanted to belong to him, wanted the visible symbol of her love burned indelibly into her flesh.
'No gag,' she assured him. 'Just the bit.'
'And the blindfold,' Wil said, waving the black cloth.
Clara bit back her protest. She was Wil's to command. The blindfold was obviously part of the terror, part of the symbolic subservience.
He slipped the black cloth over her eyes, shut out her view of the brazier and the branding iron. Her terror rose. So did her lust. She shuddered in the grip of the men holding her. She waited, listened, heard the soft rustle and clink of the coals as Wil took the red hot iron out of the fire.
Then there was silence. Something brushed her lips. She opened her mouth, and the thick leather strap was slipped between her teeth. It was still wet.
Clara clamped her jaw on it, hard. Where was Wil? Why was it taking so long? She turned her head, and listened. She tried to see out under the blindfold, but couldn't. The room was silent and waiting. Where was he going to brand her? She hoped it would be in the same place as Lois, where anyone thinking of using her pussy would see it.
She froze when she felt a wave of heat against her lower belly. She smelled some of her pussy hair being singed. Frantically, she sucked in a desperate breath and tried to brace herself for the pain to come. She prayed it would come soon, and wouldn't last too long.
The touch of the branding iron felt cool for the first fraction of a second. The sound of her own flesh sizzling filled her ears. Then came pain, like nothing she had ever felt before in her life. The pain bored straight through her and into her soul. Her muscles knotted and writhed with bone breaking force as the branding iron burned into her naked gut.
Worse, almost, than the pain, was the stench. Her face was wreathed in coils of smoke from her own burning flesh! Her stomach heaved reflexively, and bitter bile stung her throat. Still sinking her teeth in the leather bit, she fought the vomit down.
The pain went on and on and on, until at last she could bear it no longer. A soft moan escaped her just as she realized that the branding iron had been withdrawn sometime before. The pain was losing its sharpness, fading into a dull ache. She tongued the leather out of her mouth and blinked against the glaring lights as the blindfold was removed. Then, she looked down. She flinched as the man who had tended Lois gently smeared anesthetic ointment over the charred welts of her marking.
She looked at Wil devotedly. When his eyes met hers the love she saw in them made her heart melt and her pussy bubble with desire.
Lois was lying near the edge of the platform. Grant's cock was in her pussy. Her hands were still bound behind her back. The two men who had escorted her since the beginning were hastily stripping in anticipation of their reward.
Clara felt a surge of affection for the men who had been supporting her for so long. When they began dripping off their clothes, she sank down to the floor and offered her cunt to them as Wil stripped slowly.
The first man settled between her thighs, aimed his dick into her streaming cunt, and rammed into her belly. The pressure of his body against her fresh brand only added to her ecstasy. His dick drilled deep into her cunt.
The way her hands were bound behind her back made her uncomfortable, so she kicked and squirmed, rolled him over so he was under her. He grasped her waist, and fucked his cock into her spasming tunnel. She writhed and squirmed on him. The pain from her burn was an added stimulus. Her clit was being ground savagely.
The touch of a cock between her ass cheeks made her moan. She felt a dick push against her bung and fought to let it in. The unlubricated penetration of her asshole felt fantastic. As the dick drove slowly into her tail she had the feeling she was being torn open. She felt like she was going to rip in two from her crotch upwards.
Her lust raged higher and higher as the shaft drove into her greasy rectum, and the cock in her cunt pinched the invading ram, squeezed the thin baffler between cunt and asshole.
'Suck it,' Wil ordered. Her mouth around his cock, and everything vanished but the pain from her branding, and the cocks. She had cock in her ass, in her cunt, and in her mouth.
She was a three-cylinder engine of lust. As the three dicks pistoned in her, everything hazed out. She began to cum again. She felt the dicks hosing her with thick semen, flooding her. She floated away an a foaming tidal wave of jizz…
