Slutty Fantasy: Fiery Torture

Slutty Fantasy
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The smokey air of the burning fire made me feel a bit dizzy, in a cozy and comfortable way. We had been sitting around the flames for a while now, the four of us. Drinking beer and sharing stories of out past, I had observed the men, wondering if and when they would start to make a move. I knew it was no coincidence that I was out here with them, in the woods. Just a fire and a shed. Martin had been my play partner for a while and he knew I liked sexual adventures, that I liked it rough, that I wanted to please. Surely that was why I was here, to please? I looked at Martin. His brown eyes looked sparkly in the light of the colourful flames.

I needed to pee and looked around. I knew the shed didn’t have more than a table and some chairs. I excused myself and walked towards the darkness, trying to find a tree to hide behind. I pulled down my jeans and knickers and bent down. I let out a sigh when the warm stream of pee started flowing. I heard a sound behind me and froze. “Are there wolves in these parts?”, I asked myself. Within seconds my face was pushed into the mossy ground. The last of my urine was running down my naked legs. A a rough hand squeezed my left butt cheek. “Are you ready to be used, slut?”, I head Martin say. “Yes! Finally, dude, I thought you’d never make a move!”.

He pulled me up by my hair. The sting on my scalp made me squeal. “Address me properly, slut!”.

“Yes, Sit. I am ready to be used, Sir!”. My voice was trembling with fear and excitement. His hand still firmly in my hair, he stood in front of me. I could barely make out his face in the dark. He grabbed the zipper of my hooded jacket and pulled it down. His index finger ran slowly over my neck, and my heaving chest. With a quick movement, he removed my jacket, opened my bra and pulled it down. I was exposed. The cold and my arousal instantly hardened my nipples. I heard him open his beltbuckle and moments later, I felt the leather around my neck and throat. With his belt tied around my neck, he pulled me forward, out from the trees, towards the warmth of the fire.

My jeans and knickers were still around my ankles, and Martin was pulling the belt hard. So I was more stumbling than walking behind him. I was very aware of how exposed I was, the cold air touching my naked skin. As we approached the fire, the conversation between the two men waiting for us, died. They stood up and stared at me. “She is ready, guys. Aren’t you, slut?” – “Yes, Sir, I am ready, Sir”.

Martin still holding the belt, his friends were now circling me, inspecting me. “Mm, nice.”

“Aren’t you a naughty slut. I can’t wait to use you.”

My hair was pulled and my head tilted back. I felt someone’s crotch pressing against my naked ass, hot breath touching my neck. My legs got slightly spread and I felt a hard slap against my needy cunt. I screamed from the sudden pain. “No one can hear you here, slut. Scream all you want, no one is coming to save you from us.”. I smiled. I was in their hands, they were going to hurt and use me.

Martin removed the belt and pulled me towards the bench next to the fire, by my nipples. I almost fell over and landed on my knees. “Ah, well done, slut, you know your place.”. He sat down on the bench and pulled down his pants. His hard cock right in front of me, I leaned forward to take it into my mouth. He stopped me. “Beg for it, slut!”. I heard his friends chuckle. “Please, Sir, can I give you a blowjob?”, A hard slap in my face, tears shooting up into my eyes. I held my breath. I felt a sudden push from behind, a hand in my hair. “Show me what you got, slut.”

I licked his hard cock, up and down. My hands were held back and I felt someone slowly tying me with rope. My arms were to be on my side. I was not to use my hands and arms anymore, it seemed. I playfully sucked on the head of Martin’s cock, smelling his arousal, tasting his saltiness. Someone took ahold of my hair and pushed my head down. His cock entered my open mouth and hit the back of my throat. A still moment. My head was pulled back and pushed down again. I was not in control anymore. I was not dictating the pace. Someone else was. I relaxed my mouth and throat and watched Martin stand up. “Hold her still!”. Two hands holding my head still, I looked up. Our eyes met. I could see the aroused sadistic grin on his face. I felt my pulse in my clit, the wetness inside my cunt increasing.

He pushed his cock inside my mouth, deep. I chocked and felt more and more saliva building up, mixing with his juices. I couldn’t move my head. I couldn’t move at all. My arms were now tied to my body, I was on my knees, my jeans and knickers still around my ankles. I was helpless, helplessly enjoying to be used. He pushed in deeper and deeper. I felt him getting harder and his precum covered my tongue. I couldn’t breathe and struggled to stay alert. Right before I felt like I was going to pass out, he pulled his cock out of my mouth. “Look at you, slut. Drooling. So nasty. Nasty nasty slut!”. He grabbed my chin and forced me to look up. His hot juices hit me right in the face, covering my lips, my eyes, my nose. I groaned of discomfort and arousal. I was nothing more than something to relieve yourself on. I was just to be used.

I could barely see anything, the cum gluing together my eyes, making them sting. The smell of his juices inescapably wandering up my nose. I got pulled up and someone lifted me up, my feet not touching the ground anymore. My jeans and knickers got pulled down. I was sat down on the bench and pushed back. I tried to open my eyes but all I could make out was light and shadows. My feet on the bench, my legs got roughly pushed apart. A hard slap on my clit and I squealed. Then nothing. I waited. They waited. I wanted to be touched, to be hurt, to be fucked. The need got stronger and stronger as I felt the three men’s eyes on me. Waiting. “Tell us what you want, slut! I know you want to show us what a whore you are. Say it.”.

“I want you to use me, Sir. I want you to hurt me. I want you to fuck me. Please, Sir.” The men laughed.

Someone pulled my cunt lips apart and my swollen button got flicked. Once, twice, three times. I screamed of discomfort and tried to wiggle away. Someone sat down behind me. Hands on my breasts, my nipples got slowly pulled, up and up. I squealed as the pain got almost unbearable. A slap on my cunt, and three fingers entered roughly. “Oh, she is wet, alright. So needy. So so needy.” Martin’s friend pulled my legs further apart and a hard cock pushed inside me. He started pounding me, relentlessly. In and out, in and out. No mercy. I felt hands on my arms, squeezing my flesh hard. Nails pinching my earlobes. Fingers pulling my nipples. Tears were running down my face. I couldn’t move, I was in pain. “I am watching you, slut. Make me proud. Take it!”, I heard Martin say. “Yes, Sir, yes!”, I screamed.

The cock hitting my cervix, poking it, hurting it. I held my breath but then breathed out, starting to float in the pleasure of penetration and pain. I didn’t try to move anymore. I let go and enjoyed. Pain turned into sweet pleasure, the rhythm of the pounding almost putting me into trance. The man behind me, got up. My head was now resting on the hard bench. I felt my arousal getting more and more intense. I needed to come. I pushed harder against the man fucking me, arching my back. “No no, slut, you are not allowed. Don’t you dare!”. I stopped moving again. Frustrated but determined to please, I focused on taking what was done to me.

“Are you ready to be filled up, whore?”, I heard Martin’s friend yell breathlessly. “Yes, fill me up, I am nothing more than a cum dumpster!”. But before I felt the juices filling me up, my body got covered in the cum of the man standing next to me. My breasts and belly were hit with sticky heat. Seconds later, I felt a twitching inside my cunt. I was filled and covered now. Like the slut I was. I looked to the side and saw Martin. I looked at him with begging eyes. He walked towards me, and placed his hand on my cunt. “You want to come, don’t you?”. I nodded. “Yes, please, Sir.” He started rubbing my clit, hard, fast. I could feel the relief coming closer and closer. “Please, Sir, please can I come?”. He removed his hand. “No. Not today.”. I screamed in frustration. “Good girl.”, he said as he sat down next to my head.

He helped me sit up, untied me, and someone put a blanket over my shoulders. Martin and I held hands. I looked into the flames, watching their playful dance. My cunt was still throbbing with need. But the satisfaction reflected on the three men’s faces as I observed them, gave me more pleasure than any orgasm ever could.

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7 Responses

  1. You are truly an amazing fucking slut! I’d swap places in a heartbeat. I loved the intensity, the denial, the abuse, the satisfaction from know how much the others enjoyed your cunt. I love it when you write raw and dirty. 😘

  2. jupitergrant says:

    Oooh, so raw and filthy!! 👄 Very nice!

  3. Kayla Lords says:

    On several levels, this is one of my deepest fantasies. I would love to have a version of this one day.

  1. November 14, 2019

    […] The smokey air of the burning fire made me feel a bit dizzy, in a cozy and comfortable way. We had been sitting around the flames for a while now, the four of us. Drinking beer and sharing stories of out past, I had observed the men, wondering if and when they would start to make a move. I knew it was no coincidence that I was out here with them, in the woods. Just a fire and a shed. Martin had been my play partner for a while and he knew I liked sexual adventures, that I liked it rough, that I wanted to please. Surely that was why I was here, to please? I looked at Martin. His brown eyes looked sparkly in the light of the colourful flames. Keep reading. […]

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