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pressure on my
tits…it was all too much.
    Jones
stopped kissing me and bit a path along the side of one breast. When he reached
down and pulled on the chain connecting my clamps, the first blow of the paddle
landed on my ass.
    I
yelped.
    The
fucking machine went even deeper, so deep that I’d have come up off the metal
contraption if I hadn’t been bound so tightly to it.
    Another
slap of the paddle to my other cheek landed as Jones moved to bite the side of
my other breast. My tits had never felt so huge before, so swollen and
sensitive. Everything they did only increased it.
    The
smacks of the paddle on my ass and upper thighs started to come down in time
with the machine screwing me with the monster dildo.
    Jones
walked away, and I tried to focus on the pleasant sensations coming from the
crazy fucking I was receiving, but that was hard to do when there was so much
pain involved, and so many of my nerve endings were engaged.
    “Well,
what do we have here?” Jones said from a distance. “Her man sent a bag of
things our guest had packed for her weekend. She’s got floggers with her,
Bradford.”
    Oh,
hell. Those had been a joke. I hadn’t thought that we’d actually use them, but
these two fuckers were insane enough that they would.
    “Is
that right?” Smack, smack, smack. “Lucky for this Fuck Toy, you’re a master at
flogging a slut to orgasm. We’ll have to do that, when we’re ready to let her
come.” Smack, smack, smack.
    Flogging
and orgasm…the two words didn’t compute together in my mind.
    The
sex machine was making juicy squishing sounds as it rammed in and out of my
way-too-wet-to-believe cunt. It seemed like I was getting wetter each time he
spanked me, but that couldn’t be. Could it?
    “Why
don’t you go ahead and break that bad boy in on her?”
    A
swish sounded in the air and the falls hit my back, leaving a sharp, stinging
sensation in their wake.
    “My
pleasure.”
    Then
the flogging started in earnest. Jones moved around me, striking from every
angle. He hit my back, my arms, my sides, my breasts, my legs. All the while,
the paddling of my ass continued, and the fucking of my cunt.
    After
a few minutes, I was crying out, even screaming occasionally, from almost every
strike. The more I screamed, the harder Bradford spanked me and the faster
Jones flogged me.
    “Yes,
Fuck Toy. Scream for us.” Whack, whack, whack .
    It
didn’t take long before my throat felt raw from it, and my body ached for
release, but the damned dildo in my pussy was moving at the wrong pace for me
to come.
    Bradford
struck again, this time just over the plug in my ass, somehow driving it deeper
into my body and I couldn’t hold back the crazy scream that ripped from my
lips.
    “Now
you’ve asked for it, Fuck Toy.” He dropped his paddle and moved around to the
front of the spanking horse by my head. The metallic sound of his zipper was my
only warning before his massive cock was shoved down my throat.
    He
ripped off my blindfold and took my head in both hands, driving his salty meat
into me faster and harder than the machine in my cunt. “Look at me while I fuck
your mouth, Fuck Toy.”
    I
struggled to keep my eyes on him through my tears. The deeper he shoved his
cock into my throat, the more tears sprang to my eyes.
    Jones
never stopped flogging me. He kept going, almost gleefully, striking me with
his falls all over every inch of my inflamed body.
    When
Bradford shoved deep into my throat, deeper than anything before, and thrust in
and out at a frantic pace without letting me up for air, I started to panic. It
went on for so long that my lungs were burning and I struggled against all of
my bonds, but it was useless. Jones stopped flogging me long enough to adjust
the speed on the fucking machine and the intensity of my electrodes, and still
Bradford didn’t release me to breathe. When Jones started flogging me again, it
was from underneath me, and the very tips of his flogger were striking my