I got word from Fisk that the Jackson brothers were on their way back to New York. Just hearing the news made my heart beat hard in my chest and my pulse race. I didn’t know how they would react when they saw me, but I knew what I wanted—every bit of their cruelty. There was a time and place for kindness, but that wasn’t what I craved. I needed their beasts to ravage me—to take me the way they had when I was the girl in the cage. That’s exactly what I needed to be—the only way my desires would be satiated. I left a trail of clothes from the front door to the room where I was kept—then I turned off the light and crawled into my cage. I hoped they would find me there—I hoped they would understand.

I need to be the girl in the cage—even if it’s just one more time.

The darkness wasn’t nearly as terrifying as it had been, mostly because the anticipation was killing me. I heard their footsteps—then a pause. Obviously, they had discovered the breadcrumbs I left on the way to my cage. Their footsteps got closer and the door opened. I saw two outlines—it was both of them. The light came on and I fought against the desire to open the cage and rush to see them. I needed something different. I could enjoy a happy reunion later—figure out what our future held when they were done.

“I could have sworn we let you go.” Reynard was the first to speak.

“Maybe I don’t want you to let me go—Master.” I looked up at him.

“I guess I should let you two have your fun.” Mauro exhaled sharply. “I have a company to try to salvage.”

“No—Master.” I looked towards him and shook my head. “I don’t want you to go. I don’t want either of you to go.”

“What do you want?” Reynard leaned forward.

“I’ve got a lot of promises to fulfill—punishment that I deserve.” I tilted my head to the side and exhaled sharply.

Reynard understood, maybe even before Mauro. He opened the cage and ordered me to crawl to him. I did as he commanded. His hand wrapped around my hair and he hauled me to my feet. I knew we were going to the playroom and I had to suppress a smile as my desires went wild. The two of them took me to the spot where I had been tormented—yet learned to crave after I was released. Mauro’s cock was already throbbing in his pants when he helped Reynard strap me to the bench. They had both been locked up—without affection—without being able to chase their desires. I wanted them to ravage me—destroy me—leave me so sore and aching that my body couldn’t handle anymore torment—then I wanted more.

“Such a beautiful canvas.” Reynard’s fingers drifted down my back until they reached my ass. “Begging to be painted with torment.”

SMACK!

“Yes Master!” My head flew back as I felt the first stinging smack.

“You’ve been a bad girl while we’ve been locked up, haven’t you?” Mauro walked in front of me and I saw a cat-o-nine tails in his hand.

“Yes!” I nodded quickly.

“The two of us know exactly what to do with bad girls.” He chuckled, and I felt the whip land on my back.

Mauro whipped me while Reynard walked over to one of his drawers and returned with a ring gag. He inserted it into my mouth and immediately started unbuckling his pants. I wanted a taste more than I ever had before, and I didn’t have to wait. He pushed his cock into my throat and started to fuck my mouth while Mauro’s whip continued to fall. The whip left my back stinging as he worked his way down to my ass and let the braided leather tease my pussy. He didn’t swing it hard enough to give me more than a tease when it got close to my clit, but it still set my body on fire. I needed him—I needed both of them.

“So fucking wet.” Mauro rubbed his fingers against my pussy and started to push one of them inside me. “Nice and tight—ready to be fucked like the bad little girl you are.”

Please, god—yes!

I heard a shuffling of fabric and then felt his hands on my hips. He pushed the head of his cock past my pussy lips and began to enter me. Not even Reynard’s cock could keep my moans silenced once Mauro started to thrust. I was in bliss—true absolute bliss. I needed them both—their cruelty—their lust—every bit of it. My wish was granted as both of them started to slam their cocks into me at a faster pace. Mauro made my g-spot scream for more while Reynard continued to fuck my mouth. They kept going for several minutes before they traded places and I tasted my own lust on Mauro’s cock. I heard a growl resonating deep within him as he began to ravage my mouth—then Reynard was inside me—driving his enormous cock deep inside the pussy he once claimed—the pussy I wanted him to claim forever.

“How long should we make you wait before you get to come.” Reynard grabbed my ass and I felt his hand come down.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

“A few hours seem fair.” Mauro let out a gasp. “If you find something else to occupy your cock besides that amazing pussy.”

“I can think of something.” Reynard pulled himself free and then I felt him pushing between my cheeks. “Something just as fucking tight.”

I had never been fucked in my ass before—neither of them did that when I was their captive. It hurt when he started to push himself inside me, but the pain was delicious. I craved it. I felt myself slipping into a dark place where the only thing I could feel was the beautiful surrender of my body. My pussy was on fire, my body was aching for an orgasm, but instead—they just used me for their own lust. Mauro was the first to start throbbing—and then he unloaded in my mouth. I swallowed as fast as I could, forcing his cum down before it slid down my chin. Then my mouth was unoccupied and all I could focus on was the thunderous thrusts being hammered into my ass by Reynard.

“I’m going to make this nice and slow—make sure you suffer as long as possible.” He grabbed my hair and yanked my head back.

Yes—please—hurt me, Master!

Reynard controlled his thrusts for so long that I thought I was going to die if I didn’t get an orgasm. I tried to rub my clit against the bench, but the straps prevented much movement. Reynard’s cock teased me when the thrusts got faster because I could feel the twinge of pleasure in my pussy, but it wasn’t strong enough to make me come. It was like being roasted over a flame, but never feeling the fury of the fire. I finally felt him start to throb and there was nothing I could do but take his load. He drove his dick deep into my ass and filled it with his burning cum. Then he was gone—he pulled out and they left me laying there while they inspected the other implements that could be used to torment me.

They each returned with leather straps—about the width of a belt, but just a tad thicker. They slapped my ass several times, each of them taking a turn so that I never got a chance to prepare before the next one was landing. The straps were painful, but they didn’t swing them hard enough to leave more than red marks on my ass. The stinging sensation coupled with the barrage of their leather wrath left me aching for an orgasm. Mauro removed the gag from my mouth and knelt down with his eyes locked on mine.

“Beg for what you want.” He tilted his head to the side. “Beg for it and we’ll give it to you.”

“I want—please keep going.” I looked at him and pleaded “Don’t stop, Master.”

They returned the straps to the wall and came back with clamps. The cuffs were removed, and I was pulled from the bench. They took me to the center of the room and Reynard pulled down a set of cuffs that were hanging from the ceiling. They were wrapped around my wrists and fastened—then Mauro tightened them until I was almost suspended. Reynard put clamps on my nipples and Mauro lit a candle. The end of it was pushed into my throat and I was forced to hold it there as the wax started to drip down on my body.

This is the torment I craved—the ability to just let go—to succumb to their desires in order to feel my own.

They punished me with various implements while the candle burned. My body ached for more, each time I felt the pain sear my flesh. I was on the edge of bliss and I thought I was going to orgasm without even having one of them inside me—I was going to get off on the pain. Right before my body finally gave in to the lust simmering below the surface, they stopped punishing me. Reynard removed the candle from my mouth and walked behind me. I felt their cocks, hard and throbbing for me again. Mauro lifted my leg and forced himself inside my pussy. I barely had time to adjust before I felt Reynard entering my ass again. They were going to fuck me at the same time—there was no way I was going to be able to hold back much longer.

“Now, sweet Lizzy…” Reynard growled into my ear. “We’re going to make you come so many times you beg us to stop.”

“Never…” I exhaled sharply and felt them start thrusting. “Please fuck me!”

Their thrusts started fast and only got faster. One of them in my ass—the other buried inside my pussy. They were in touch with the primal side that made their beast roar, and both of them were unleashed on my body at the same time. The thrusts were in unison—each one of the Jackson brothers going deep at the same time. It didn’t take long before the first orgasm ripped through my body, and I knew it wouldn’t be the last. I could already feel the second one before the first was done. I was suspended between them and their thrusts were so hard that they were lifting my feet off the ground. My vision blurred—my mouth opened wide—and the second orgasm made me scream.

“Harder, Master!” I started gasping for air.

“Which one of us.” Mauro hammered himself hard, making my g-spot pulsate against his cock as I spasmed from the orgasm.

“Both!” I screamed again with bliss consuming my soul.

I sank into a place between pleasure and pain. The orgasms just kept coming and I was in constant euphoria. I let go of myself—let go everything except the nirvana that made me feel like I was floating. I finally felt both of them throbbing—they were about to erupt for the second time. My body was nothing more than a tool for their pleasure at that point but feeling their cum brought me back to the depths of reality long enough to orgasm for what felt like the hundredth time. My muscles were sore. My body was ravaged. I wasn’t even sure that I could speak—and I was in absolute heaven. Once their seed was inside me and their lust was satisfied, they removed the cuffs. I slumped forward into Mauro’s waiting arms.

“I guess we should carry her to the bedroom.” I heard Mauro’s words echoing in my ear, but they were ringing so bad it was distorted.

“No. She should spend the night in her cage.” I felt Reynard’s hands on my back.

Yes, Master—that’s exactly where I want to be.