Page 47 of Hazing Her
“Settle down, Duchess—this is your punishment. You defied me yesterday. You know that this would happen.”
“Mhrfnmfnhjtdp.”
“Ahh, yes. We wanted to ensure you didn’t draw unnecessary attention to us. There is a ball gag in your mouth. We also blindfolded you so you couldn’t see what was about to happen. When you suppress one of the senses, it heightens the others,” Gareth purrs.
Trying to figure out what Gareth is talking about, two sets of hands are on me. First, they are moving my arms, one to each corner of the bed. Then, two more pairs of hands do the same to my legs so that I am spread eagle on the bed. All these hands tell me all four assholes are in on this.
Two pairs of hands then move to my waist, lifting me up from what I assume is a mattress—some foam wedge or pillow tilts my ass into the air. A squeal of shock escapes me as cold liquid drips down my opening, including the crack of my ass.
“We need you lubricated,” one of them says. Several emotions come over me—anger, nervousness, anxiety, and, surprisingly, arousal.
That was either Ashton or Callum answering the question I was unable to ask, their tone laced with a bit of humor like he was enjoying my fight. Struggling in the restraints, to no avail, one of them speaks, my mind too jumbled to discern who.
“Duchess, you aren’t getting out of this.”
A sense of déjà vu comes over me as two hands separate my ass cheeks as something nudges at my back entrance.
“Relax, Kennedy, it will only worsen it if you don’t.”
Gareth’s tone is soft, coddling almost.
I can’t do anything. Letting out a scream, but the ball gag makes everything sound like gibberish. Ignoring the warning, thrashing and pulling at the restraints on my wrists and ankles, a couple of sharp smacks to my clit brings me back to the present and what they are doing to me, my body freezing in shock.
“You like that, don’t you, Kennedy?”
As Gareth—I think—continues to work a plug into my ass, my nipples get pinched hard, along with more slapping to my clit. While I should loathe what they are doing to me, my body and mind war against the pleasure of this. Gareth’s voice breaks that spell.
“That is part one of your punishment. We told you that you needed to wear the plug. Since you didn’t, I decided to speed up the process. This plug is the next bigger size; no doubt you can feel the difference.”
After a couple more minutes, having the anal plug placed to his satisfaction, Gareth speaks again.
“Now, to the main part of your punishment. You will remain here until we decide you have had enough.”
My body starts to relax a bit at that. Is that all the guys are doing to me? While not happy being naked, gagged, blindfolded, plugged in the ass, and tied to a bed, something much worse was in the back of my head.
As soon as I complete that thought, something hard presses at my entrance. The guys are muttering to each other, keeping their voices down so I can’t hear what they are saying. Distracted trying to tune in to their conversation, I wasn’t paying attention to what they might be doing.
Slowly, something impales me. It isn’t one of the guys’ dicks—this isn’t as forgiving. It is more rigid than the plug they stuck in my ass. With the anal plug in place and now this new item, making me feel so full, having never experienced anything like this before. I start to struggle again and am rewarded with more pinches on my nipples and smacks to my clit. Then Gareth starts to explain what he considers punishment.
“This, Kennedy, is a sex machine. You are going to lie here while it fucks your cunt. There is a dildo at the end—that is what you feel right now. Once we finish getting this set up, we will turn it on. We have a camera on you and are recording it for our viewing pleasure.” I can hear the humor in Gareth’s voice as he continues.
“Oh, the best part is it has a remote control. We can adjust the speed at any point for any length of time. So, we can edge you, preventing you from coming, but just on the precipice, or we can make you come repeatedly. Of course, all four of us will change possession of this, depending on the holder’s mood.”
Gareth is full of himself. Before getting too lost in my head, the dildo is removed from my body. Something much smaller is inserted, and then a rush of cold fills me. While my sight is restricted, Gareth at least explains most of what they are doing to me, chasing away the anxiety.
“We couldn’t just lube the outside. So, that little bit there was a lube injector. It should keep you slick for a while.”
The pressure of the dildo returns. It moves slowly into my body and then backs out again, repeating for several cycles, which I assume is due to them double-checking the settings. The machine suddenly picks up speed, catching me off guard. It’s a foreign feeling since I have never used a dildo or a vibrator before. The pace keeps changing on the device. Just as an orgasm gets close, it slows down. I get used to that speed, and it picks back up again.
Unsure if I am enjoying this or if it is, in fact, a form of torture, my body is tense. Losing track of how long it was at a slow speed, it suddenly starts moving faster. Getting closer to orgasm, afraid to relax and let it happen, that they will tease me, my body is wound tight. Edging, I believe, is what Gareth referred to it as. Hopefully, they will let me come at some point. If they don’t, taking care of it myself later is an option. Having never done it before, my fear is what I would say or do to my father once I discovered what I was missing.
CHAPTERTHIRTY-TWO
My dick is so hard right now. Seeing Kennedy trussed up, spread eagle on the bed is enough to get a guy hard. Add in her getting a good fucking from that sex machine Gareth bought is making me ready to come in my pants.
Gareth was edging her badly, and her skin had such a pretty flush to it each time she would get close to having an orgasm. He would tease her, denying her gratification. Rodney was a little more understanding and didn’t edge her as bad, but still, he would not let her come. Callum was a little brutal. While he let her come, the pace he set to do it was intense. Once he let her come, he wouldn’t let her stop.
Now it’s my turn, and I can tell that she is spent. We removed her from her room at such an early hour. We couldn’t risk someone interfering with what we had planned. Thankfully, Gage was willing to help us. We didn’t tell him what we planned for Kennedy, but what we did tell him was enough that he was ready to help us out.