Fight Men Not Love

Chapter Three ???

"Here's what's going to happen," Darnel said, taking off his clothed. He left the chains around his neck on. Vincent did the same. Now we were all naked. "You are going to listen to us. You'll follow our instructions. You'll not refuse us. We'll use you until we're satisfied. You do so much as disobey us, you will be punished, am I clear?"

"Yes sir," I mumbled, my lower lip quivering.

"Good. Now continue what you were doing," Darnel said. I looked at him, confused. "Touch yourself babygirl. And if you c*m without our permission, you'll be punished. You ask permission to c*m," I whimpered out loud, already dreading my day with these men.

"Oh, the sounds you make," Vincent sounded amused. For once, I saw him smile. It was a lopsided grin. "You'll be screaming by the time we are finished with you," Darnel chuckled under his breath.

"You're not touching yourself," Vincent pointed out and I rushed to place my hand on my core, gently rubbing. "Look at us while you're touching yourself, filthy w***e,"

"You like touching yourself, huh? Why do I get the feeling that you do this more often?" Darnel taunt. My face heated up instantly and I tried to focus on rubbing myself.

Vincent got on the bed and knelt next to my head. His hand came down to pick my head up. He positioned his c**k in my lips. "Suck," he said. Opening my mouth slowly, he shoved himself in and I gagged, my eyes watering. "I said suck," he gritted his teeth, his fist tightening on my hair. I whimpered, but it sounded like a moan with him inside my mouth. "That hand better be moving, slut. No one said stop touching that p***y," he grunts.

I hollowed my cheek to accommodate his girth and length, fighting back the urge to choke again. He was soon coated with my saliva.

I felt my stomach tightening as my hand sped up. I rubbed my sensitive clit and my body jerked, feeling the approaching orgasm. I managed to free myself from Vincent's c**k to moan out, "I'm cuming,"

"What do you say when you want to c*m?" Darnel taunted me, his eyes not leaving my moving hand. My body shook as I brought myself to the edge more and more.

"Please, can I c*m sir? Please," I begged and I was ashamed for it.

"c*m slut," as soon as the words tumbled out of Vincent's mouth, I let out a groan, my eyes unfocused as I came. My body buzzed with the pleasure that went through me.

Darnel took over and began rubbing me faster, putting pressure. I shot up in bed, screaming from overstimulation. I tried to get his hands off of me. Vincent slapped my hand away, pinning me back down.

"No, please," I cried out, tears clouding my vision. "It's too much,"

"Oh but you have to take it," Darnel said, putting more pressure. It was so painful; I'd probably bleed. I was no match against Vincent's strength. "Take it like the little slut you are,"

I thrashed around, trying to get away from his touch. "f**k, b***h, you f*****g kicked me," Darnel groaned.

I was yanked further into the bed and turned to my front. I shuddered, knowing what was to come. A few seconds ticked by and I felt something wrapped around my ankles. Darnel yanked my shoes off. I couldn't move or close my legs. He'd strapped a spreader bar on my ankles. I can't escape or fight them in this position.

"Avel said you were too easy. You put up quite a fight. Too bad I enjoy a bit of struggle while I take what's rightfully mine," Vincent said.

A hand came down on my ass, hard. I heard the sound before I felt the unbearable sting. I cried out. He slapped me again, in the same spot and I was blinded by the pain. He switched to the other cheek and did the same.

I was full on crying by the time they stopped spanking me. It hurts so bad.

"That ought to keep you in your place," Vincent said. I buried my face in the sheets, tears staining the bed. "Learn to shut your mouth and take what you're given," he fisted my hair, pulling my head up. "Am I clear?"

"Yes sir," I sobbed.

There was silence as I softly sob into the sheets. I felt no movement anywhere near. Vincent was gone as well. I used the time given to regain myself and calmed down. My ass was still sore.

I whimpered when hands grabbed my ass cheeks, spreading them apart. Something cold pressed against my asshole. It was replaced with cold liquid that trickled down to my front, coating my v****a as well. Someone pressed the cold object on me again and began pushing.

"No-"

I yelped when Vincent hit my sore ass. I whimpered, already feeling the burn as Darnel pressed the object deeper into me.

"f*****g shut up and take it, slut," Vincent grunted harshly. All I could do was whimper in pain as they stretched my asshole. It hurts so bad and I started crying. Someone rubbed my core and I was ashamed of the pleasure I felt. It distracted me from the pain. "There we go. You're starting to relax. Keep rubbing her Vincent," Darnel said.

Darnel pushed the object until it was secure. I was stretched and it hurts. Hands on my hips, I was lifted up in the air. Vincent moved to my line of vision again and hoisted me up. I was on all four now, my legs spread wide by the spreader bar. Vincent held his c**k to my lips and I opened my mouth, not wanting to be punished any further.

Normally, the other men would have a quickie and then leave me alone. These two were dragging this. I don't know what they have in store for me. I didn't like it one bit. I just wanted this to be done and over.

Darnel pressed himself against my core, my hips bucked and I moved away from his c**k. A hand came down on my sore ass and I whimpered, feeling the object deeper in me. He yanked my hips back and started pushing in.

I winced slightly when he stretched me up and I clamped down on him. "Oh f**k," he groaned. I whimpered when he pushed himself further inside me.

Vincent pumped himself in my mouth, constantly hitting the back of my throat. I gagged a few times, fresh tears gathering in my eyes.

Darnel started moving, thrusting slowly, his hands gripped my hips harshly. He pressed down on the object on my asshole. I was filled up in both holes. Darnel started speeding up, almost slamming himself in me. I cried out.

"That's right," he grunted, going faster. I reached back to try and push him back. He was hurting me. Instead he grabbed my hand and thrusted deeper, using force.

Bucking my hip, I lost my grip and fell face down on the bed, crying. Vincent's c**k slipped out of my lips.

"P-please stop," I pleaded, tensing in pain. "It hurts,"

"Take it, slut. That what you are; a slut. You'll take what we give you," Vincent fisted my curls, bringing my head up to look at him. I tried getting away, but Darnel's hands on my hips pulled me back.

"Please sir," I cried out. "He's too deep, it hurts," I told him, praying he'll listen.

"Darnel, slow down," Vincent grunted, eyeing me.

Darnel stopped and I let out a shaky breath, wincing in pain. The spreader bar came off and I was pulled up. Darnel laid down and pulled me on top of him, immediately thrusting in me. I was straddling him. Vincent was somewhere behind me; I couldn't see him.

"Ride me, babygirl," Darnel said, smirking at me. "Show me what you got," I hoisted myself up on my arms, bracing against his hard tattooed chest. I started bouncing and winced. "Oh look now, you're hurting yourself," Darnel tsked, shaking his head. His hands found my waist, guiding me up and down at an incredible slow pace, I felt shivers run down my spine. Sounds started coming out of my mouth. "Just like that. Nice and slow," he said underneath me. "Feels good?" I flushed, avoiding his eyes.

I gasped when he thrusted up harshly, a scowl settling in his face. "I asked you a f*****g question. I hate repeating myself," he said stopping me.

"Yes," I rushed out quietly.

"Yes what?"

"Yes sir, it-it feels good," his smile returned like it never left. He resumed guiding me up and down his c**k at a slow pace.

"f**k, you feel so good," Darnel moaned, his head hitting the pillow. The pace he set was constant. He wasn't rough with me and it felt good. So good, I moaned without a second thought.

"S-Sir, can I c*m?" I moaned out, throwing my head back in pleasure.

"c*m, babygirl," Darnel grunted breathlessly. "c*m on my c**k," my whole body shuddered as the orgasm rippled through me. Breathless, I collapsed on Darnel's chest and slowed down, holding me against him. Darnel growled underneath me, his mouth wide open.

Fuck, my second orgasm and I was spent.

I was too tired to move and my eyes closed on their own. Darnel pushed my wet hair aside, chuckling lowly. "Oh would you look at that. She's tired and we aren't finished with her," I whimpered at the news and opened my eyes to look up at him.

"We're not done with you, sweetheart,"

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UNEDITED