Free My Sweet Degradation by J Phillips

into me, and I shivered, with pleasure or revulsion I cannot be sure.
    â€˜You like that, don’t you?’ he whispered, so Ben couldn’t hear him. ‘You’ve just been playing with us all along.’
    I don’t know whether he expected me to nod and beg him to continue, but he certainly won’t have planned on what happened next as I reached up to claw my sharp fingernails deep into the vulnerable flesh of his throat, gripping him so tightly.
    â€˜Listen, you arrogant little prick,’ I hissed. ‘You have five seconds to tell that idiot behind you to grab my wrists and to cover my mouth, or I’m going to scratch out your eyes and scream the house down. Do you understand me?’ Witnessing the look of real shock in his eyes was a pleasure almost as intense as that of his beautiful cock throbbing deep within me and, his bravado gone if for only a moment, he nodded in silent compliance. ‘Good,’ I whispered. ‘Now do it and then fuck me.’ I released my hold to leave him with scarlet wounds he would struggle to explain for several days to come.
    â€˜Shit, Chris, she’s awake!’ Ben exclaimed fearfully, as he peered down at me from over Christian’s shoulder.
    â€˜No shit, genius,’ Christian sneered, twisting his head and once more sounding like his usual supercilious self. ‘Grab her wrists and cover her mouth so she can’t scream.’
    â€˜But...’
    â€˜Just fucking do it, all right?’
    Ben looked into my eyes and I blinked back at him in the hope that he’d understand all was not as it might seem, but Christian clarified things anyway. ‘Look, Ben,’ he went on, as though talking to a simpleton, ‘I’m going to fuck this little slut whether you like it or not. You can help out and have your turn in a moment, or you can just fuck off and leave us alone.’
    Tentatively Ben stepped to the head of the bed and leant forward, and just as he’d been rather forthrightly instructed, he clutched my wrists and lifted them within one hand, resting them above my head on the pillow before closing his free palm over my mouth.
    Christian began to thrust, slowly at first, but then quicker and harder. My mind was in a whirl. I was only too aware of how wrong it was for me to allow Christian to use me like this. Really, I disliked the conceited young man intensely, but there was just something so unbelievably powerful about imagining I was being fucked against my will, that I was pinned down and unable to fight back, that set my body alight with a delicious contradiction of self-loathing and pure bliss. I even allowed myself to resist them, squirming my legs and attempting to pull my wrists from Ben’s grip, but he was strong and held me easily and securely.
    Christian’s stiff cock felt incredible as it forged deep inside my puss, and I moaned and breathed rapidly through my nostrils while working my inner muscles against him. Harder and harder he fucked me. Neither his technique nor the size of his cock was anything exceptional, but the kick out of being debased so overwhelmingly was enough to send white-hot thrills shooting to my every extremity.
    In time Christian’s panting and grunting above me intensified. I could see by the tortured contortions of his beautiful face that he was close and so, desperate to find release for myself, I focussed on my pleasure only.
    Of course it was no good; Christian was a selfish bastard in every aspect of his life, and all of a sudden he withdrew and lifted himself above me. I released a muffled cry of protest against Ben’s palm, staring wide-eyed as Christian pumped his shaft quickly back and forth in his fist before he cried out and thick spurts of cum began to splash down upon my stomach and breasts.
    â€˜Oh, fuck ,’ he moaned, gasping and cursing as he rendered my body little more than a sticky-wet mess. I felt so dirty, lying there beneath him, yet