Free The Bet by Lacey Kane

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my garbled screams.
    Jones
reached down between us and rubbed hard on my clit, and the pain sent me over
the edge into ecstasy again, and my limbs turned to rubber, and I collapsed.
    A
minute later, Jones shot his load deep inside me. Bradford and Thornton soon
followed. I fell asleep where I lay, with three cocks still buried in my three
holes.

Ice
cold water woke me up the next morning. When I gathered my wits, I realized I
was in the shower. My arms were strapped to the same bar as before, holding me
up. But I was alone—and I had another gag shoved between my teeth, so I
couldn’t call out.
    I
couldn’t move to get out from beneath the cold spray, either, so I just had to
take it.
    Shivering,
chattering, I stood there until finally the bathroom door opened. But it was
Dustin who came through, not Bradford, not Jones, not Thornton.
    He
took off his clothes, and his cock was already straining. Reaching down, he
stroked it, and naturally my eyes stayed glued there. “You’ve done pretty well,
Jenna,” he said. “I’ve been watching, and damn have I enjoyed myself.”
    I’d
already seen much of what he would have seen, so I could well understand the
sentiment. Whether it was something I’d wanted or not, I’d been horny as hell
for about thirty-six hours or so, non-stop.
    “So
here’s the deal. It’s Sunday, so you’re still my own personal sex slave for the
rest of today. Now you know you get off on pain and being tied up…now I know you get off on pain and being tied up, and it isn’t just something I
suspect any more…so for the rest of the day, I’ll call you slave, and you call
me Master. Then we’ll see where we go from there, okay?”
    Right
then, I would have agreed to anything if he would get me out of the freezing
shower. I nodded and mumbled something into my gag.
    Dustin
reached into the shower and added some hot water to my cold water. When it
warmed up, he climbed in and soaped me all over, then rinsed me off. After
turning off the water, he released my hands from the bar and then tossed me
over his shoulder, carrying me dripping wet into the room with the stocks.
    He
tossed me unceremoniously onto the floor, and then took a collar from a table,
fastening it around my neck. Then he attached it to a hook in the floor, so
that my head was down on the ground, and attached both of my wrists to the same
hook.
    Moving
between my legs, he put a bar between my ankles, and then attached it in place
to two more hooks sticking up from the floor, leaving me in a seriously
uncomfortable doggy-style position.
    His
tongue came down on my sex, and then he bit and tugged on my clit, forcing it
back out of hiding so he could do as he pleased with it. Instantly, my cunt
flooded with my juices. Dustin didn’t need any more invitation than that to
shove his fingers inside me, stretching me with first three and then four.
    My
hips pressed back into him, desperate for more. As over-sexed as I’d been all
weekend, I was already on the verge of another orgasm…but Dustin sensed it. He
knew my body way too well.
    “Same
rule applies with me as it did with Bradford and his men. You don’t come unless
I tell you to come, slave. Your cunt exists for my pleasure, not for yours.”
    I
whimpered and fought to control the urge as he continued to work over my clit
with his teeth. He hadn’t shaved since before the party Friday night, and his
stubble scraped against my swollen, tender flesh.
    And
then, while his hand still worked in my pussy, he licked a path up to my
asshole, pressing his tongue inside. Somehow, over the last day and a half,
that had become highly erogenous area for me. Instead of wishing he’d leave it
alone, I wanted more.
    But
then he pulled away. When he came back, it was with the swing of a rattan cane
against my cheeks.
    I
screamed into my gag in shock and pain, and yet another tug happened in my
center, and I was wetter than before.
    Dustin
knelt down next to my head and removed my