One of them touches me down there, stroking my lips before going deeper, parting them, dragging their fingers over my clit to tease my entrance. I’m about as dry as I’ve ever been, especially knowing James is sitting right there, watching every move.

“Come on. Don’t tell me you don’t know how to make a woman’s pussy wet. Get in there. Lick it if you have to.” One of them does, and I groan behind my gag. James must take it as a sound of pleasure because he groans along with me. “That’s more like it. Shove your tongue up there. Fuck her with it.”

Meanwhile, hands land on my back, sliding around to cup my boobs and playing with them. I feel something bump against my head, and I realize it’s somebody’s balls, that they’re standing in front of the bench and leaning down. I certainly hope I don’t end up choking to death on my own vomit with this gag in my mouth.

“That’s enough of that. Nix, give it to her. Hard and deep.” The first thrust pushes me forward, testing the straps. They don’t give, of course, and Nix only pulls me back, closer to him, as he buries himself balls deep.

He might have gotten a little spit in there to ease the way, but that doesn’t change how the sudden intrusion hurts as if I’m being split apart. My tender walls are stretched painfully, and all I can do is scream. The gag muffles my pained cry, which doesn’t make Nix slow down at all.

Then he begins in earnest, slamming himself into me while pulling back on my hips. I can’t hold back the pained grunts behind my gag. It feels like he’s tearing me apart.

“Slap her ass. I want to see your handprints on there by the time you’re finished.” Now my grunts are more like cries, but again, it doesn’t matter. It only makes James happy, makes him laugh almost gleefully. “That’s right. I love seeing that ass shake. Colt, it’s your turn.”

Oh no, not both of them. I’m already so sore from the past two days.

Sure enough, the brief relief of Nix sliding away from me is soon replaced by dread as Colt takes his place. I might as well not really be here. I’m only a hole, something to plunge into, slap a little, to fill and punish. And that’s what he’s doing, punishing me, just the way his father wants. “Yeah, give it to her.”