Isadora
The room is spacious with enough space for our audience to watch. The bed is on a platform so it hangs in the middle of the room.
“We want to tie you up, is that okay?” Vincent asks. Why? But the thought excites me. The blood in my pussy heats up, and I feel agitated in the best way.
“Yes,” I permit them. I feel the audience grow excited and addicted to what is about to take place here.
I’m naked, my limbs spread so I’m tied to the bedposts. My legs are especially eagle spread, and there’s not a single person in here who can’t see my unmentionables. They can look right at my pussy if they want to. Or my breasts, or my pointy nipples because it’s a bit chilly in here.
I’m completely helpless, and everyone can watch now to see whatever it is Nathan and Vincent plan to do to me.
It appears to be part Bedding Ceremony and part Sacrifice. I look up at Nathan, who is standing on the right side of the bed, gently running his fingers up and down my arm from elbow to the palm of my hand. His fingers go over the knot of rope keeping my wrist bound to the post. We gaze at each other—I wonder what he’s about to do to me, and he’s keeping it a nice secret. There’s something about him touching me and getting to know the touch of his warm, thick fingers all over again as I lie here helpless, that really turns me on.
His hands can roam anywhere they want. My body is a land of flesh for him to explore, intrude; it’s also the same for Vincent.
They study me, they touch me, they smell my sex, and so does everyone in the audience. I struggle, lifting my head to look out at all of them as Nathan continues to haunt me with his fingertips, dragging them over and over again, from my wrist to my neck and back down as he trails them over my tits.
“Oh…”
I shut my eyes as he does this again. They want to see who is going to give me the biggest orgasm. It’s kind of perverted that all these people are about to watch this. I’m comforted by Nathan’s touch. But then Vincent gets on the bed and tries to steal the show.
His hand traces up my leg to my inner thigh, and my leg moves only to pull on the thick rope that has my ankle bound. I can’t move, and I can’t close my legs. I don’t want to, but for some reason this is my body’s reaction.
Shyness takes over. All these eyes on my pussy. Vincent touches it, and my head lifts from the pillow as my wrists pull on the rope.
The audience gasps and enjoys the little but sudden reaction I give Vincent. Nathan watches me, placing his hand on my face and running it along my cheek to my mouth.
I open my mouth and taste his finger.
Another gasp from a few people in the audience.
Nathan tastes nice. He showered before this ceremony, of course. They both did. But for now, I focus on how Nathan tastes. His own skin has that manly salty taste to it, but I can also taste the Lime Ocean Beach brand of soap he uses. I picture him in the shower, suds running down his torso to his cock, and this makes me suck his finger more. I want to suck the taste right off him.
Then Vincent surprises me by slipping two fingers into me, and I accidentally bite Nathan’s finger.
“Hey? Bad girl,” he scolds me.
He holds my gaze and frowns. He’s going to punish me, as soon as Vincent is done finger banging me, which he’s getting pretty aggressive at. He removes his hand from between my legs altogether, and the audience gazes at my pussy.
“I have her open a little,” he tells Nathan. “Would you like to try to open her more?’
I struggle though I don’t know why. I’m getting a great deal of pleasure from all of this, but I can’t get used to everyone being able to see me, to see my pussy. There’s nothing I can do about it. One woman bites her fingernails. I think she wants to be me. Who wouldn’t? Nathan and Vincent are both impeccable, glorious men.
“Yes, I think she deserves it after biting me.”
Someone I the audience says, “Oh boy,” or something to that nature. The bed swings a little as Nathan gets on top of me. His fingers roam freely as I lie there under him, about to get punished. He grabs my face in a startling grip and probes me with a long hard stare. The audience now gets a view of Nathan’s backside, which is a glorious array of muscles and tanned flesh.
“You’ve been a bad little girl, but we’re going to fix it so that tomorrow you are too tired to misbehave or behave or anything.”
The scolding is hot. It sets me on fire down there, and I’m ready for him to touch me. But he feasts his eyes on my breasts. They jiggle a bit in my struggle, and then I just stop moving altogether, giving into this moment, this night. My nipples are like used pencil erasers. He nears my right breast with his stubbly mouth and strong teeth.
“Oh no…” I lift my head as his mouth hungrily closes around my nipple, and he bites. Hard.
He places his hand over my mouth and starts to undo his jeans. They slowly slide down around his cute bubble butt. I can’t understand how anyone in the audience can’t be turned on by this point. I stare at his huge, happy cock. I also glance down at my nipple to make sure it’s not bleeding, because he bit it THAT hard.
He watches me as he enters me; it’s a quick intrusion, and he pushes his girth all the way inside of me without even using his hands. It radiates pain throughout my body, and my legs try to move with no avail.
“OH...”
Vincent is standing at the end of the bed with his fingers around my foot, watching as Nathan delivers his thrusts which, I get by now, are meant to as punishment. Who knows what they’re planning to do to me. Maybe Nathan is going to do things while Vincent watches, along with everyone else in the audience.
Vincent gazes at me as Nathan continues to fuck me.
“We’ve got you,” he boasts for everyone to hear. “How do you like that?”
“I…oh…” Nathan’s fingers are thicker than Vincent’s, if only by a slight margin. I shut my eyes as he slips two fingers in while he plays with his cock.
“Hmm? Can you not answer the question?” Nathan is speaking to me in this authoritative tone.
“I…I…” I look over as Vincent gets on the bed, now they’re both on top of me, their hands exploring me. Four hands. Twenty fingers.
I start to grow dizzy, consumed by the touch of Vincent as Nathan continues to fuck me.
“Turn her over,” Vincent says.
“We have to untie her,” Nathan says.
“So do it, I’ll make sure she doesn’t go anywhere.”
I realize then that rope is nothing compared to the muscle of man. Nathan unties all the rope holding me still, and Vincent scoops me up and turns me over.
I’m this plaything.
This land of flesh for them to discover, defile, and rebuild.
They turn me completely on my stomach, and the air around me shifts as rustling and whispers from the onlookers fill the space. I can only imagine they’re eager to get a view of my backside. They redo the ropes around my wrists and pull my ankles apart. I can tell their hands apart, barely.
Nathan is doing my wrists, and Vincent has his strong fingers around my ankles.
I want to fight them for some reason – put on more of a show. Yes, I do like this, I like what they’re doing to me, and I like that everyone’s watching.
Once they have me pulled apart and tied down with my body once again open for viewing, the spankings begin.
Nathan takes one ass cheek and Vincent takes another.
Whop! Pow! Their palms land on my flesh, and I can feel the blood rising to the surface, leaving red marks and an aching sting in their wake.
“AHHH!” I cry into the pillow, sometimes I bite it. They whip me several times.
“You are such a bad girl,” Nathan tells me. “Tonight, we’re going to teach you a lesson in front of all these people.”
“By the time we’re done with you, you’ll misbehave no more, darling.” That’s Vincent. I know even though my face is pressed into the pillow, because Vincent says things like “Darling.” Nathan doesn’t bother with such names.
“Oh…” I’m very still. My ass is surely a luscious red. Nathan gets down on the foot of the bed and pulls my cheeks apart, buries his face into my ass, and licks me there. Shocked, I bite back a gasp as my back bows. His tongue twirls around my puckered hole, lapping and sucking, before he swirls his finger around the center and slowly presses inward, shoving his through the tight rings of muscles. I suck in a breath and squirm around, trying to get free from their holds, but Vincent grabs my ankles and holds me firmly in place while Nathan continues to defile me. He’s gentle, but forceful, using a steady pressure with each thrust of his finger, and his other hand smooths soft circles over the swell of my ass.
“AHHHH OHH OHHH!” My mouth drops wide open, and I wet the pillow with my moans and sighs. The intrusive pain gradually ebbs into a pleasurable sensation. Nathan moves his hand down from the cheek of my ass to cup my pussy, slipping two fingers between my lips while his other finger penetrates my ass. Vincent still hasn’t released his grip on my ankles, but there’s a low groan emanating from his chest as he watches.
“OH GOD, OH!” I cry out as an orgasm rips through me, by body shuddering with the release. What’s the score now? I collapse onto the bed, my breathing frantic. Nathan and Vincent both let go of me, and judging by the shifting weight from the bed, they’ve walked away. But to where? I’m too exhausted to lift my head to see.
Everyone is so quiet, just staring at me as I try to move. Suddenly the bed dips with weight, and I feel his strong fingers on my face.
“You know who I am?” he whispers against the shell of my ear. I think it’s Nathan.
“We’re each going to go down on you until you can tell whose mouth is whose.”
“Ahhhh…” I sigh into the pillow, arousal instantly stirring in my core. I feel Vincent’s hand in my hair, pulling on strands to keep my head still as Nathan’s stubbly mouth makes its way down my body to my derriere.
I feel his strong, determined hands pry my ass cheeks apart. I struggle. Oh god.
“Shh,” he says, and I feel Nathan’s tongue on my pussy.
“I…I…” Whatever words I was going to say are washed away by the pleasure I’m getting. My face collapses into the pillow as Nathan starts penetrating me with his tongue and his fingers, and Vincent calmly traces his hand over the side of my body.
I twitch and moan and wiggle about as Nathan flicks his tongue around inside of me. He’s going to make me come. I can tell. He’s determined to, and won’t stop until I do. My body tightens, and I give in. The orgasm is there, snaking up my back and shredding through me violently.
Vincent smooths his hand over my hair lovingly, but Nathan—being the brutish type of prince that he is—spanks me good and hard as I try and overcome the spiralling orgasm he’s caused.
They princes separate again, leaving the bed. And Nathan, like this is some type of game, announces that so far it’s “two to zero.”
This is because Nathan has gotten an orgasm out of me. Two, actually.
Vincent has yet to hit that button.
This is a sport. I am the game.
I stay nice and still as they circle me like lions circling a fresh slab of steak.
“Oh…” I moan in hesitance, I moan in curiosity, wondering what is going to happen to me next. My body is still reeling from the orgasm it just had, from all the touch and probing and fucking.
Vincent gets on the bed and crawls toward me, his hand slowly tracing a pattern up my side. He peppers the side of my face in delicate kisses. He’s gentler, soft, while Nathan is rough and determined to get my body to fall apart from his thrusts.
Right now, I’m not sure which I prefer. It’s always nice to have a bit of both worlds.
“Kiss me, sweetie,” he says, his voice low and hungry. I press my mouth against his cheek. It’s a lovely moment, and it gives my body a chance to recuperate. The kiss turns into a long, sultry one, and I worry that Nathan will grow jealous. He’ll want to compete with whatever Vincent has done.
Vincent covers my body with kisses, from the nape of my neck all the way down to my sore bottom.
“What did he do to you, my princess?” he asks, looking at the marks Nathan’s hand made, and he kisses my bottom so gently. His stubble, as scratchy as it is, doesn’t bother me.
“He hurt me,” I whimper, my breath warming the pillow.
He takes some ice from the champagne bucket and my body moves, already appreciating what he’s about to do.
“I’m here, it’s okay now,” Vincent says, and he slips an ice cube over my bottom.
It feels so good, but Nathan’s jealous energy is spoiling the sensual moment. He’s growling angrily low in his throat. He’s like some brat about to throw a fit if he doesn’t get his way.
“Wait your turn,” Vincent says. He slides his tongue down between my legs. “She has to get to know my mouth now.”
And just like that, Vincent owns me for a little while, placing his mouth completely over me, and slowly opening me up. He’s not as fast and swift as Nathan; he eases his way into me, holding my hips steady with his hands. He reaches up and undoes the rope around my wrists, and it falls like snakes onto the bed. He makes his way down my legs and undoes the rope around my ankles too, so I’m free to move my feet.
Suddenly rough hands grasp at me, and I’m flipped onto my back. Nathan holds me up, his arms wrapped tight around my waist as Vincent parts my legs. This is better than rope because I prefer the feel of a man’s strength around me than that abrasive rope. I especially prefer Nathan’s arms around me.
Nathan keeps me in line by holding me while Vincent goes down on me. Nathan’s mouth crashes against my lips and he strengthens his grip around me. His kiss is hungry and powerful.
“Oh…” My head falls back as Nathan kisses down my neck and pulls my hair to hold my head back. Vincent is finger banging me and I break apart, my body jolting and writhing wildly with my release. Nathan is very focused on my face and neck, kissing and biting me all over. Then he has the audacity to say that he helped with the orgasm I just had, taking credit for it.
Vincent laughs in this charming/cocky sort of way.
“You did that?” he says to Nathan, and the two start arguing and everything, for the moment, turns into like some kind of amateur theatre hour.
“You don’t think that my holding her and kissing her had something to do with how aroused she was?” Nathan says.
“I’m the one down there, where she feels the most, where she’s the most sensitive.”
Vincent gets off the bed to have some wine. I want some wine. I think he can tell but Nathan gives me some of his whiskey instead.
It’s not one to one. Nathan gets back on top of me and starts fucking me. Hard. He just goes right for it, his whiskey breath all over, his hair all in my face, too.
We kiss hard, and he’s hitting all the right spots, pounding away at me. We roll over so I get on top of him, enjoying him the way I did the other night in the palace room. It’s honestly never felt like this before. I keep one hand on his chest and ride him harder and harder.
“Nathan…Nathan…” And this time the jealous ball is in Vincent’s court.
I cast my eyes around the room in search of Vincent, curious of where he’s at, only to find him simmering in the corner, a glass of wine in his hand as he intently watches the thorough fucking that Nathan is giving me. His eyes are dark and hard, like he’s restless with Nathan’s act and considering a way to bring me even more pleasure when he has his way with me next. I can feel him growing restless and trying to come up with a way to make me come next. Nathan growls low as his thrusts grow faster, more selfish, and suddenly his ass clenches as he stills between my legs, spilling his hot cum inside of me. He leans down and kisses me hard with sloppy lips, but he just came like a teenage boy, hard and fast and there was so much I can feel it inside of me.
I lie there as Nathan keeps his mouth on my neck, steadying his breathing. Vincent crosses the room and climbs onto the bed, and Nathan takes that as his cue to take a break. He pulls a cigarette from the pack on the bureau and lights it up. I like to watch Nathan smoke. He eyes me as smoke drifts from his mouth and Vincent starts kissing my neck.
I hold my hand out and motion for Nathan to come closer then wrap my fingers around his wrist when he’s within reach.
“Don’t burn yourself,” he says. But I already feel burned, in a way.
“OH!” I suddenly shout as Vincent pushes him way inside of me. My body seems to lift from the bed altogether, and my hand leaves Nathan’s wrist for the moment. Why do I feel like I need Nathan right now?
“Oh, Isadora,” Vincent breathes my name over my shoulder. He keeps his face in my neck and touches my breasts and there’s a kind of infant need involved. I wrap my arms around him as Nathan gazes down at me, and I can tell he wants to take me, but he practices his patience and goes to the foot of the bed and finishes his cigarette as Vincent finishes off inside of me.
My release is too short-lived, too quick, and I sigh and rest my head on Vincent’s shoulder. I want more, and this time I want Nathan’s cock in me. I gently press against Vincent’s shoulder and he moves to the side, allowing room for me to crawl over Nathan. He has this sexy stand-offish look in his eye and blows smoke in my face. I slap him for it, but it’s a playful kind of slap.
The moment our mouths clash we fall together hard, a heady wanton desire lingering over us, but there’s a look of fierce determination in Nathan’s eye; he’s going to make me work for it. He wants me to prove how much I want him. How much I need him. He’s switching the game up.
“I want you so bad,” I say, moving my hand down his heavenly body to his cock, which is ready for me. I turn over so I’m on my hands and knees. I want him all over me. But Nathan remains at the foot of the bed, with a lost puppy dog look in his eyes.
“Nathan, please,” I say, on my back now, legs parted with the most sincere invitation he could ever receive.
“Please…” I’m begging for him. I have a need like I’ve never known before.
He lay his body over mine, his shaggy hair is tangled and his stubble is against my cheek as his fingers caress my skin.
“Can’t it just be us? I need you, Isadora.” His voice is needy and raspy. It gets me so wet it soaks his fingertips as he traces my slit. He can tell how much I want him, which is more than any time before. Vincent is watching, and while Nathan’s eyes were flooded with jealousy and male determination to satisfy me, Vincent looks sad. His heart is shattered, and I can see all the little broken pieces of it in his eyes, shattering each time Nathan thrusts into me.
“Oh!” I hook my arm around Nathan; he’s really going for it good, and there’s the good pain involved.
“Hurt me,” I tell him. “Tear me apart.”
He grinds harder and faster. I wrap my arm tighter around his back, and I have the sudden need to tell him I love him. I need him, but I also need Vincent, and it hurts me to see him hurt. I reach out for Vincent, and he gets on the bed. He doesn’t make me beg or work for it, he’s willing to give, but at that second Nathan delivers a very successful thrust and I come, writhing about on the bed.
“Oh god…oh…” Nathan falls to my side and I roll over, but his hand never stops touching, caressing, feeling me.
“I want her,” Vincent demands. Nathan moves across the room, and Vincent takes his place on the bed.
He turns me over and gazes at me.
“Are you tired, sweetheart?” he asks. When I shake my head, he seems surprised. Maybe the boys have underestimated my sex drive, but I can keep going. I sit up and kiss Vincent tenderly, the way I did that night he took me out to the garden, and he wooed me and did his thing. Nathan is sitting over on the chair, his cock and balls free for the audience to see, and he has his face in his hands and looks so vulnerable. He’s beautiful, and I wish I could have a painting of him in that moment to hang on my wall forever.
Vincent puts his finger on my cheek and tips my eyes up to meet his. He kisses me hard and slips his hand down between my legs and over my sore sex.
He’s gentle with me and I run my hand through his hair and sink back down on the bed. And He hovers above me, and the sting of my arousal is present and throbbing between my legs again. I wrap my legs around Vincent and let him back inside of me.
Meanwhile, Nathan is searing in the corner. He has this boyish pout on his face. Can’t he just relax? He’s always so competitive. He stands up and nears the bed as the audience watches everything– me and Vincent and him—and I wonder what he’s about to do.
He gets on the bed and straddles my face, and the scent of his cock—the lingering smell of our sex—covers my face like a blanket.
“Oh…”
I stick my tongue out to lick him, but I’m momentarily overcome by the hard thrusts I’m receiving from Vincent. Vincent? I didn’t know he had this in him. He’s clearly trying to compete with Nathan now. But his fucking is slightly different. Vincent doesn’t want to hurt me, and Nathan does because he knows I want him to.
It’s all fascinating and warm.
Nathan strokes his rigid cock, and I stick my tongue up and lick from his ass to his balls; I delight in watching him squeeze his hardened length as Vincent fucks me. I wonder if while Vincent comes inside of me, if Nathan plans on hosing my face down with his jizz?
I lick and suck at Nathan’s ass and balls until he switches positions and sits on my face. He thrusts his cock into my mouth and I suck him long and hard as Vincent continues to ride me. Nathan plunges deeper down my throat then pulls back and charges, “I’m gonna come on your tits.” His voice is deep and strained.
“Mmm,” I moan and suck him harder. The thought of him coming all over my tits singes electricity all through me. Vincent’s arousal is steadily inclining because he fucks me harder with each passing second.
The bed sways under our weight, the chains hanging from the ceiling clattering together rapidly with our movement. I kind of wonder if we can fall off and if we do, will we be entwined together, our legs and arms wrapped around each other, coming violently like crazy as we fall…
Nathan grows harder in my mouth, and the veins in his cock are starting to surface as animalistic sounds claw from his chest. I’m sure he’s going to come. Waves of pleasure myself wash over me from feeling Vincent in my pussy, and Nathan reaches down to start playing with my nipples, pinching and flicking them. We’re all three a mass of tangled sweaty limbs, hungry roars of pleasure. It’s obvious this is the climax point of our Bedding Ceremony, and the energy in the room is stifling, electric, and hot. I know the onlookers are just as excited as we are, and my imagination stretches to the filthy perverts watching us closely with fancy binoculars, committing the look of Nathan’s orgasm to memory so they can get off on it later—fuck, if they aren’t now! Nathan jerks back and pumps quickly pumps his cock in his hand, spraying his warm cum all over my breast, lips, and face. The guttural roar that he releases echoes in my ears, and his face contorts in the most painstakingly pleasurable sight I’ve ever witnessed.
Just as I feel my release spiralling, Vincent pulls out and glazes my thighs with his cum, then pierces into me again, filling me to the brim.
“VIN – CENT!!!” I cry, his name broken as it falls from my lips.
Nathan grips my cheeks in his rough hand, and my eyes pop open to meet his. His eyes are hard and stern and hungry, and I know he’s devouring the sight of my release as I unleash it.
“Oh…Isadora…Isadora…” he chants, and I take his dick back into my mouth, sucking him roughly. I feel the weight of Vincent shift off of me, but I focus on Nathan. He pulls on my long blonde hair and tips my head back so he can feel the tip of his cock hitting the back of my throat. I’m so eager to taste him. I suck him with a fervour and roll his balls between my fingers, and revel in the light that sparks like fireworks in his eyes as I draw a second release from him within just minutes.
“Oh please, Isadora,” he says and touches my face, his lust-hazed eyes hooded. He moves down my body, and I exhale a breath, but I’m taken aback when I hear gasps from the audience and feel Nathan positioning himself at my entrance. Even after release, he’s still erect, and the audience seems as shocked and awed as I am at this revelation. Nathan’s competitive nature shines through in this act because he fucks me roughly, moving my body freely to his liking so he can adjust himself for a deeper penetration.
The chorus from the audience grows louder above our sexual moans, everyone wondering who will win this game. I have no idea anymore. I’m sore and sated, but Nathan’s relentless, determined to fuck me breathless.
He flips me over on my hands and knees and has me facing the wall, directly in Vincent’s line of sight from the chair in the corner. Vincent looks impassive, studying us fucking as he sips his favorite wine, his cock still hard. Vincent pours another glass to the rim, his eyes never leaving mine, and I imagine Nathan’s cum filling me up inside just as the ruby red wine has filled up that glass.
Nathan takes me by surprise and flips me to my back, his hips relentlessly plowing into me and never missing a single thrust inside my tight pussy. “Oh god…” I whimper, and I wrap my arms and legs around Nathan and rake my fingers through his hair as he continues to fuck me. And Vincent stands up and walks over with a glass of wine and dumps it all over my tits. The smell of the wine is a bit rank but in a nice way, and Vincent leans down to lick off my chest, and I really want to know what Nathan’s cum tastes like mixed with the wine.
“Come…oh god…” My words are lost as the pain washes over me, and I can’t take anymore. I think there might not be an end to this. Vincent goes back over to the chair where the wine is and picks it up and pours another glass. He comes back over and sits on the edge of the bed, sipping his wine as his thumb traces circles around my pebbled nipple. He studies me with a new calm he never has before. My eyes close as exhaustion takes over. I’m very tired and sore and praying for a reprieve from Nathan’s endless fucking. I tug at his hair and cry out. Nathan’s eyes pierce me with a hard, lustful glare as he draws his cock from my pussy and shoots his cum all over my face and tits. I shut my eyes and let the wave of pain, exhaustion, pleasure all wash through me before a cold splash coats my chest. I look up at Vincent swaying panting low and dangling the now empty bottle of wine above my cum-covered tits.
Nathan rolls to the side, and Vincent spoons against me, wedged between these two princes who are set to be my kings. We all lie there panting, sweaty, exhausted in the best most delicious way.
“What’s the score?” Nathan actually wonders.
“I don’t know – guess we’ll have to do it all over again.”
The audience laughs and cheers.