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walking, pulling me by the
rope, and I had no choice but to follow behind him on my hands and knees or be
strangled.
    He led me
through the halls of the cabin, with Bradford following behind me and zapping
me on the ass and pussy with the electric wand every few steps. Every tiny
movement I made caused the rope over my clit to abrade it further. Eventually,
we arrived in the kitchen. Davis then used the rope he’d been pulling me with
to tie my wrists behind my back while Bradford put two bowls on the floor
before me. One had water, the other cold oatmeal.
    “Eat, bitch.”
Davis removed my gag and shoved my face down toward the bowls. “Bitches are
dogs, so you’ll be eating like a dog.”
    Crying wouldn’t
make eating any easier, so I tried to fight down my humiliation. I was
starving. This had been going on for hours now, and I hadn’t had a bite to eat
since a small salad at lunch. Lord only knew when they’d feed me again. So I
dipped my head down to take a bite.
    Right as I did,
Bradford took his foot and pressed it down on my head, forcing my entire face
into the oatmeal. I instinctively jerked up, which ripped at my hair and
tightened the rope around my neck. Some bits of the oatmeal fell off my face to
the floor and spilled over the sides of the bowl.
    “Your bitch is
making a mess of her supper,” Bradford said, walking over to the stove.
    For the next
half hour, I tried to eat my oatmeal and drink my water, all the while ignoring
the smells of Bradford cooking steaks and baked potatoes for himself and Davis.
Every few minutes, Davis would press my face into the food or water, ensuring I
made a bigger mess every time.
    When Bradford
brought two plates over to the table, half of my food and water was on the
floor in a big gooey mess, and none remained in my bowls. “Clean your mess up
with your tongue, Fuck Toy.” He pressed the sole of his foot against the back
of my head, forcing my head down to the floor.
    I tried not to
gag as I slid my tongue out and licked the first bit of gruel up. Bradford kept
his foot on my head, guiding me where he wanted me, as he ate.
    When the two men
had finished their meals, Bradford pushed his chair back from the table, spread
his legs, and pulled me by the hair until I was kneeling between them. I could
see the evidence of him fucking me all over his flaccid cock.
    “Suck it clean,
Fuck Toy.”
    But he hadn’t
just fucked me. He’d fucked my ass. I couldn’t possibly put that in my mouth. When
I didn’t start immediately, he pulled on the rope around my neck with both
hands, causing it to tighten unbearably, and guided my mouth onto his dick. I
gagged almost immediately and nearly vomited, but he held tight to my ropes and
wouldn’t let me retreat even an inch.
    Davis moved
behind me, digging his fingers beneath the rope that was chafing my pussy lips.
“You puke and you’ll have to clean that up, too.” He moved the rope aside,
which caused the knot to tighten even more over my clit, and then started
fucking me again—doggy style, like the bitch I was.
    Tears streaming
down my face, I licked and sucked Bradford’s cock, trying to ignore the taste
and horrified that he was hardening and lengthening by the moment. By the time
he was fully erect and forcing his length repeatedly down my throat, Davis was
ramming me like a freight train from behind.
    My body started
to convulse from the constant attention to my clit, and my pussy walls
tightened against Davis’s cock again. But before I could orgasm, he pulled out
and jerked the rope away from my asshole, and started fucking my ass just as
hard as he’d been fucking my cunt.
    The changed
angle on my clit knot only added to my frenzy for release. I rocked my hips
back against him, despite the pain it caused. At the same time, Bradford pulled
up on my neck rope and fucked my throat just as hard as Davis was in my ass. I
couldn’t breathe, but I didn’t care because I was about to have the biggest
fucking orgasm