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shot inside my pussy,
and my back arched so high that my shoulders dug into the picnic table.
    “Of course.”
Dustin grunted and I heard a sharp slap. “But let’s reposition her so I can
flog her tits. She’ll really get off on that.”
    The first jet
was still pulsing in my cunt and occasionally hitting my clit while the second
shot up inside my ass. I screamed repeatedly into my gag, but I couldn’t block
out the sounds coming to my ears. Grunting, moaning, slapping, thwacking,
slurping, sloshing…all of it while, against my will, another orgasm roiled
inside me and threatened to burst over the edge.
    I didn’t want to
come. I didn’t want to give Alex and Dustin the satisfaction. I didn’t want
Bradford and Davis to have that sort of control over me. With every ounce of
will I could muster, I fought back the orgasm even though I desperately needed
it.
    Jenna was screaming
and begging to come again, and Alex shouted as he spent himself in her ass, and
then I was a lost cause. My body splintered into a thousand tiny shards and
everything went black.

 

     
    When I came to,
I was inside what appeared to be a log cabin. The gag remained in place, but
the blindfold and headphones were gone. My arms were up overhead in a V with
the wrists attached to a bar hanging from the ceiling, my legs were spread
below me with my ankles strapped to another bar, and my feet were dangling…not
quite able to reach the floor.
    A bright
spotlight was on me, and I looked down to see hundreds of tiny, angry, red bite
marks covering my most sensitive areas.  I wanted to scratch them. Desperately.
I struggled against the bonds holding me, but all that managed to accomplish
was to send me swinging.
    “Finally with us
again, are you, bitch?” Davis came around from behind me, completely nude and
holding a bottle of something in his hands. His dick was at full attention.
“Aloe. It’ll take away the itch and sting, for the most part.”
    He poured some
of the aloe into the palm of his hand, and then spread it over my abdomen.
Systematically, he worked until he’d covered every exposed bite…and he was
right. It did remove the stinging sensation—but all of those parts felt raw and
more hyper-sensitive than I’d ever experienced before in my life. Finally, he
had put aloe everywhere but inside my sex and my ass. I wanted relief—but I
didn’t have the first clue how he intended to go about it. Or even if he
was planning to give me any relief in those places.
    I didn’t have to
wonder long. A door behind him opened and Bradford’s frame filled the entryway.
Naked. And hard.
    In two long
strides, he had crossed over to us. “Feeling better, Fuck Toy?” His voice was
as gruff and commanding as ever.
    I nodded and
mumbled into my gag.
    “But not
everywhere,” he said. Then he laughed. “That cunt and asshole still sting like
a bitch, don’t they?”
    If I lied, if I
tried to deny that they stung like crazy, he probably wouldn’t do anything to
ease the pain. But what would they do if I admitted to it? I was almost afraid
to know.
    He gripped both
of my nipples between his thumbs and forefingers and twisted. “Answer me Fuck
Toy. You still sting up inside your sweet holes, don’t you?”
    I fought the
tears welling in my eyes from the pain, but it was no use. They spilled over,
which only made him grin and twist my tits again. Finally, I nodded.
    Bradford
released my nipples and ignored the fact that I shouted into my gag. “Want the
same sort of relief there? Do you want some aloe in your cunt and up your ass
for those ant bites?”
    I nodded again.
Then I immediately regretted it, because both Davis and Bradford poured aloe
into their hands and started coating their cocks with it.
    I fought against
my bonds, but all that accomplished was putting more pressure on my wrists and
making my body flail—and having both men look even more intent than before
about what they were preparing to do. They both covered every bit of