Why wasn’t I grabbing my panties and walking out of the room?
I wanted him to touch me, and we both knew it. My legs shook with a combination of pain, need, and adrenaline. I clenched my teeth to keep them from chattering.
“Look at this mess.” His hand came between my legs again, and I moved my head to peek, thinking he was talking to me, but he was showing his glistening wet fingers to Zero who had apparently unzipped his pants at some point and was now slowly stroking his cock.
To my horror, my pussy chose that moment to literally drip, the fat drop of it hitting the floor with a small wet sound that seemed nearly deafening in the silence of the room.
“How is a man supposed to punish a horny little masochist who’s obsessed with him?”
I opened my mouth to protest, but Zero’s expression—his crooked smirk of anticipation—warned me not to mouth off. Vandal was looking for any excuse to keep going. I didn’t think my ass would survive that.
One of his long, thick fingers explored the enthusiastic mess my pussy was making for him, sliding up and down my slit. Was he planning to fuck me or just humiliate me? I tried not to give him the satisfaction of any vocal reaction, but when the tip of his finger bumped over my swollen clit, all of the air left my lungs at the same time. My body arched harder for him.
“Such a naughty little monster. You look like someone’s sweet kid sister trying so hard to be cool and looking more like an infant, but someone has already taught you how hot things can be if you’re a good girl and do what you’re told.”
I pushed up on my hands and glared at him—an action that was met with a resounding crack across my ass. Because my mouth had been open to say something caustic, I had no control over the cry that came out and echoed loudly in my ears even after it was over.
“Fuck,” Zero groaned. “She’s the most vocal little thing I’ve ever met.”
“It’s fucking annoying.”
“Bullshit. It makes you as hot as it makes me, we both know it.”
There was silence for a moment and then a finger speared into my pussy in one smooth movement, my body wet enough to accommodate the abrupt invasion. Even though it was a shock, and his finger felt strangely huge inside me, I wanted to moan in appreciation. He fingerfucked me, and his thumb brushed against my asshole, making me suck in a breath and cringe away.
“You really don’t like that, do you?” he asked with amused satisfaction, brushing his thumb there again and again, rubbing light circles until I was gasping, my hips trying to roll inward to get away, but the hand on my lower back not allowing it. He withdrew his finger from my pussy and rubbed my slickness against my asshole. I whimpered in dismay, every touch like lightning through my body, unpleasant and unwanted. He pressed a finger against my back hole—his pinky? I clenched, trying not to let him in.
“That’s right, little thief—clench your pretty hole tighter. Let’s see who’s going to win this battle.”
I fought the intrusion of his fingertip, but he convinced my body to take it, whether I liked it or not.
“The girl says she doesn’t like anal, but her pussy is creaming all over itself.”
“I hate you.”
“Good. The feeling’s mutual.”
Was that it? Was he done now?
“Is she tight?” Zero asked unnecessarily.
“Like she hasn’t done this before in her life.”
Zero got up and came closer.
“No wonder she asked us to be gentle and slow.” The statement sounded like a reminder deliberately not phrased as one.
“Yeah, yeah. I know.”
He used the copious lubrication my body was making to coax a bigger finger into me, but he was slow enough to give my body a chance to adjust.
“There you go. Not so bad, huh?” Zero smoothed my hair away from my face and hooked some behind my ear. I was trembling as he pushed the elasticized bodice of my dress down under my breasts and mauled them a little while Vandal did his best to loosen up my ass.
Damn. Did this two-guy-at-the-same-time thing ever get less overwhelming? They seemed to have a billion extra hands, and all of their considerable attention was focused on me. It was less flattering and more terrifying than I could have imagined.
I was hot for them—painfully ready. My ass throbbed with lingering pain from the spanking Vandal had given me, and my asshole felt as abused as my nipples, which Zero was being unnecessarily cruel to.
After a few moments of toying with me, Vandal withdrew his finger again and leaned over me. For a giddy moment I thought he was going to drop his pants and force his way into my poorly prepared ass, which sounded hot to my overheated brain, but I knew would be terrible if he actually tried it. He straightened again and something hard and definitely not his finger worked into my pussy.
Where the hell had he gotten a dildo? From his desk?
“What is that?” I complained.
“The butt end of a marker. It’s a bit thicker than my thumb but probably feels bigger because there’s no give.”
At least there weren’t any sharp bits. Even though this was humiliating, it was better than shoving his dick in there, because he was a hell of a lot bigger than the marker. Vandal strummed my clit like a man who’d been around the block enough times to not need a roadmap, and I said a few choice words. I heard him spit and the marker withdrew somewhat only to glide back in again, the size uncomfortable but it was smooth even though it was too hard.
“You want lube?” I heard Zero say. There was a click of the cap and added slickness.
The marker got flicked a few more times, vibrating deep inside me as though someone were tapping a rhythm on the capped end of it.
“You want to help me make this a bit easier on her?”
I peeked over my arm at Zero in time to see him sinking to the floor, grinning at me, Vandal’s hand pushing him down. It took some jostling to get Zero between my thighs, but then his mouth and tongue were on me, using his significant skills to distract me while Vandal got behind me. The marker was drawn out slowly, teasingly, leaving me feeling hollow until he pushed his cock into my pussy, slowly, inch by inch, working his way in until I felt like the tip of his dick was touching the back of my freaking molars. The feel of him deep inside me along with Zero’s magic tongue were almost too much to bear, and my legs started shaking with the tension of my impending orgasm even before either had settled into what they were doing.
Vandal hissed out a breath. “Slow down, man. She’s about to go off, and I’ve been hard for this for so long that I’ll end up going with her. She’s so fucking tight.”
I complained with some inarticulate whines as Zero pulled his mouth away from where I desperately wanted it to stay.
“I have no problem taking over anytime you need a breather,” Zero replied as Vandal picked up the pace, jarring into me, my pussy fluttering around him with each thrust. Even without Zero to help, it wouldn’t take long if he kept this up.
He yanked out suddenly and without warning just as I was about to come. I stomped my foot and snarled something unladylike, which made Zero laugh.
“She likes it too much,” Vandal complained. “This is supposed to be a punishment.”
“Why am I being punished?”
“For being a tease.”