Page 108 of Corrupt Game
"Beg me!" he roared, his voice thundering in the small space. The force of his words made my body arch involuntarily, my hips rocking against his invading finger.
"Please," I whimpered, the word muffled by the gag.
"No." He withdrew his finger, leaving me feeling empty and abandoned. The sound of a belt being undone and leather sliding against itself filled the room. I trembled, my body breaking out in goosebumps.
"Lesson one, Collette, I demand loyalty. You’ve failed that test," he sneered.
The first strike of the belt across my ass came as a complete shock. I screamed into the gag, my whole body convulsing from the pain. The next one fell immediately after, and then another, and another. I lost count of the number of times the belt lashed at my already-sore rear, but it felt like an eternity.
Tears streamed down my face, mingling with the droplets of sweat that had formed on my forehead. The smack of leather against skin echoed in the room, its tempo matching the frenzied beat of my heart.
"Ian, please!" I wailed, the words muffled by the gag.
But he didn't listen. The belt came down again and again, until my buttocks were on fire, a throbbing, pulsing mass of agony. When at last the punishment stopped, I sobbed, my entire body shaking with the force of my cries.
"This lesson you 'll remember," he growled.
I could only whimper in response, my bottom smarting and raw. It stung so bad that the air itself felt like needles against my skin. I lay there, panting and trembling, waiting for the pain to subside.
His cold hands gripped my hips, flipping me onto my stomach. I gasped as my sore cheeks were pressed against cool skin, the pain searing through me anew.
"Blood makes really good lube," he said, his voice devoid of any emotion. My heart raced. Surely, he wouldn't?
The anticipation was agony itself. I tensed, waiting for the moment when he would tear my virginity apart. Instead, I felt cool liquid touch my asshole. Relief washed over me.
"Just a little something to loosen you up," he said coldly, ignoring my attempt to squirm awayt.
With one swift motion, he plunged two fingers inside my ass, stretching me unbearably wide. I screamed into the gag, my already abused bottom clenching against him.
"Clench away, Collette," he whispered in my ear, his breath hot on my skin. "I like it."
His fingers withdrew, and a moment later, I felt the cool glass of a sex toy press against my ass. It was thicker than his fingers, and my entire body tensed in anticipation of more pain.
"Scream for me, Collette," he commanded, as he began to push the intruder inside me. "Scream and maybe I'll make this easier for you."
The toy stretched me wider than anything else had, and the first few inches were agony incarnate. I squeezed my eyes shut.
He twisted the toy inside me, and white-hot agony tore through me, starting at the very core of my being and radiating outwards. I couldn't hold it in any longer.
I screamed.
To my utter relief, he stopped moving the toy inside me. My panting filled the otherwise silent room, interspersed with the sound of our mingled breaths. My entire body trembled, both from pain and from the overpowering need for release that raged within me.
"Very good, spy," he purred, his voice laced with satisfaction. He reached down to caress my clit, and a moan escaped my lips before I could stop it.
"Please," I gasped out, the word not understandable..
He chuckled, and the sound sent chills down my spine. "That's better."
He removed the glass toy, and I whimpered as he invaded my ass without any more preparation. His manhood felt even thicker and harder than the toys, and the stretching sensation was nearly unbearable. He moved in and out of me with a relentless rhythm, angling his hips as he reached around to stroke my clit..
I arched my back, my fingers clenching in the restraints as wave after wave of pain and ecstasy crashed over me. I didn't understand how I could feel both such agony and such exquisite pleasure at the same time. This was a first for me.
With one final, forceful thrust, he came inside me, his whole body shuddering with the force of his release. The hot rush of his seed inside me was the last thing I felt before I too plunged over the edge, my orgasm tearing through me like a freight train.
“Now explain yourself, bitch.” Ian unbuckled the gag.
“Andrew was my brother, you asshole.” I screamed in his face. A massive weight lifted off my shoulders at the confession. I missed my brother and I hated denying my connection to him. “You were the last place anyone saw him, and I came here to find out what happened. I need the truth.”I glared at Ian and dropped back into the chair again, exhausted. The emotional roller coaster was calming down, making me crash.