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their
cocks and ball sacs with the aloe.
    Then Davis
gripped my hips and lifted me slightly, and he easily slid his cock deep inside
my sex. He pumped a few times, then pulled out and added more aloe. While he
was rubbing it all over himself, Bradford moved behind me and fisted a hand in
my hair, forcing my head back so I had to look at him.
    My breath caught
when I felt his cock pushing against my anus. He was so much bigger than the
fingers that had been in me earlier, and every little bit of progress he made
inside me made me want to scream more. By the time his head was fully past my
sphincter, I knew I had to be turning purple from lack of oxygen, and tears
were pouring freely down my face.
    Davis pressed
into my pussy again, grabbing hold of my hips and thrusting at a frenetic pace
that forced Bradford’s cock deeper inside my nether hole. After a minute, he
stopped again to add more aloe.
    As much as I
hated to admit it, the stinging was beginning to ease. At least it was in my
sex. Not much had eased in my ass yet.
    When Davis
entered me a third time, he slapped my cheek. “Breathe, bitch.”
    I shouted in
shock, but then sucked in a huge breath of air.
    Bradford used
that opportunity to drive himself another couple of inches inside me. My womb
clenched in pain, and he put his free arm around my waist to gain more
leverage, never easing up the grip he had on my hair.
    The two men
rocked their hips in time, Davis embedding his cock fully within my womb on
each thrust though Bradford easily had a few more inches yet to enter me. Then
Bradford retreated and added more aloe to his dick. As soon as he came back to
me, he went deeper than he had before, lifting my whole body with the force of
his thrust.
    They took turns,
fucking me and adding more aloe, Bradford going ever deeper in spite of my
tears, until he had managed to work his full length inside my bowels. With
every movement, my stinging subsided more, my gut cramped, my wrists and
shoulders ached, and a growing wetness built.
    Bradford yanked
my head back by the hair again, and his other hand moved down to pinch my clit.
Davis released my hips and moved his hands so that he could twist my nipples.
Thwack, thwack, thwack. Slap, slap, slap. The scents of aloe and sex and sweat
mingled in my nostrils, and my toes started to curl with another mind-blowing
orgasm.
    But how could
that be, when I was being fucked in both my ass and my pussy at once, when they
seemed determined to cause me pain more than pleasure, when I’d never been so
degraded in my life? Yet it was happening. Good god, was it happening.
    The walls of my
sex and my ass both tightened, as though trying to keep those cocks inside, and
I struggled for breath and to fight back tears. But the tears came, fast and
furious, and tingles raced from my core out to my fingers and toes. Bradford
dropped his grip on my hair, but he moved his hand to tighten around my throat
just enough to make breathing almost, but not quite, impossible.
    And then I
shattered.
    Davis shouted,
and a stream of hot cum filled my sex. An instant later, Bradford let out a
grunt and came in my ass. They both pulled away before I could release, leaving
me hanging from the ceiling, swaying from their exertions.
    Bradford walked
to the window and picked up several lengths of rope that had been on a table.
He and Davis methodically tied them around me, creating a tight harness that
squeezed my breasts and pulling a knotted rope down between my ass cheeks and
pussy lips, making certain the knot lined up precisely over my clit. Only once
they had the ropes exactly as they wanted them did they release my wrists and
ankles.
    I fell,
exhausted and sore, to the floor at their feet. They connected another length
of the rope to the harness, tied it around my neck, and then knotted it in my
hair.
    Davis gave the
end of the rope a little tug, and it nearly ripped my hair out and cut off my
airway. “Come on, bitch. Supper time.” He started