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“Let's get her up on the bed,” Damian said. “I've wanted to test the footboard.”

The one that looked like the stocks. Noelle moaned again, but her watery muscles refused to obey her as the two men worked quickly to get her unstrapped from her position. Sean swept her up into his arms, which felt strangely comforting, so her head nestled against his broad chest as he carried her over to the bed, where Damian was already lifting the top of the stocks.

They put her on her knees on the bed, welted and reddened ass in the air, head and hands through the holes. The holes were padded with soft suede, but it was still not the most comfortable position, especially since it left her ass completely vulnerable yet again.

“Take her mouth,” Damian told Sean as he climbed on the bed after her, already palming her sore ass and making her whimper.

Not needing to be told twice, Sean was already stepping in front of her. The height of the stocks was perfectly aligned with his hips, so he could easily hold her hair in one hand and push his cock up between her lips. Gravity pulled her head down, making it more comfortable to swallow him than to lift her head away from his thick length.

There was still a residual ache in her jaw from earlier, but it was barely noticeable compared to the pain emanating from her poor ass. Noelle started sucking enthusiastically, eager to please, and definitely eager to avoid any more punishment.

“It's too bad you were a naughty girl tonight,” Damian said. Noelle moaned around Sean's cock as his finger, slick with lube he must have picked up at some point, pushing into her ass. Her pussy spasmed emptily, and her ass rippled, protesting the invasion. “Otherwise, I'd fuck your pussy.”

Although the lack of plug for the afternoon and evening had helped her feel better, the poor little hole was still battered and sore from its rough deflowering. She couldn't even verbally protest as Damian lubed her for a second go-round. A few more tears slid down her face as Sean's cock thrust between her lips.

I make really stupid choices sometimes.

Was this better than jail? She didn't know, but she really wished she hadn't stolen from Biggs.

Then again, that was kind of the point.

Thisispunishment, dumbass.

The finger inside her withdrew.

“You have permission to come, slut, if you can,” Damian said, then his cock was pushing into her sore ass, spearing her and spreading her wide. It felt like an even tighter fit than it had earlier that day, and Noelle cried out around Sean's cock. Groaning, his hand tightened in her hair, and he thrust harder and faster into her mouth, obviously enjoying the vibrations of her cries as they traveled over his length.

Damian's cock sank into her, his hands gripping her hips tightly as his body pressed against the hot cheeks of her ass, and he groaned with pleasure as well. Then he fucked her ass again.

Hard.

Mercilessly.

Her sore channel burned.

Every time his body slapped against hers, it reawakened all pain in her bottom, making the welts flare with agony.

She choked on Sean's cock as he thrust deep, which helped distract her from the more painful sensations Damian was creating. Sucking hard, Noelle found herself sinking into an almost mindless state where she was just doing her best to endure their sadistic, erotic assault on her body. In her current position, there wasn’t anything else she could do.

As she let herself go, as her body began to relax into their thrusts, accepting the pain, the sensations rioting through her began to change. They were just as intense, but more than that, she was beginning to feel the stirrings of an orgasm. She moaned around Sean’s cock, shuddering as Damian’s dick slid back and forth in her ass, fucking her hard enough, her shoulders banged against the padded side of the footboard.

It hurt, but it was beginning to hurt good, making her feel the same physical yearning as the first time he fucked her ass. Her pussy clenched, and she bucked her hips, wanting—needing—more. Needing the climax he’d given her permission to have… if she could.

It shouldn’t have been possible.

It made no sense at all.

Her pussy fluttered as Damian’s cock thickened and lengthened inside her, and she cried out in dismay as she felt him begin to spurt—she was nowhere near orgasm but was horribly aroused. Her muffled cries around his dick seemed to spur Sean on as well, his grip on her hair tightening, and he began thrusting harder.

As Damian’s softening cock slipped from her ass, Sean’s pushed down her throat, and she swallowed, her lower body throbbing as he came.

When he was done, Noelle hung against the stocks, shaking slightly from the exertion and from her unmet arousal. This time Damian was the one to carry her as they headed back upstairs to the rest of the house. She was too exhausted, too unfulfilled to care that she was naked, that her ass was welted, and hanging out for everyone to see.

“Please,” she whispered against his neck. “Let me come…”

“Not tonight, little slave,” he said, almost gently, his thumb stroking her hip where he was holding her. “Maybe tomorrow.”

She shuddered, whimpering in disappointment, but for some reason, his answer just made her even more aroused. Which didn’t help her current situation.