The blade slid a chill path along my skin, making me sweat with fear in the sticky, cloying heat. The metal caressed me with the passion of a lover, slicing through the dress down to the hem until it fell away, slipping over my sides to leave me bare except for the straps at my shoulders.
“Pristine white panties,” he mocked. “You shouldn’t have.”
Rather than cut them away too, he left them, tracing the edge of the waistband with the knife. With his other hand he lifted one of the fat votive candles and held it over me in ceremonial fashion. Convulsively, I clutched the bell in my hand, remembering it was there as he let the candle tip.
Hot wax spilled over the edge to drip a searing path along my bared flesh, making me squeal and writhe to get away. The cuffs held fast, not leaving me room to shift sideways let alone escape from the burning drip-drip of the wax.
Vandal whispered to himself as he worked, but I couldn’t make out the words. Zero tugged at the stiff peak of my nipple, twisting it between his fingers, sending sizzling bolts of desire to my pussy, confusing my body that only wanted to fight and get away from the pain.
Fingers pulled at my panties, and then Zero had the candle, dripping it over my breasts as the fabric of my underwear parted, leaving a hole against my pussy.
“What are you doing?” I shrieked as the knife disappeared between my legs. No one could understand what I was saying, and the bell teetered at the tips of my fingers, ready to go over at a moment’s notice.
No...
No.
Was he going to cut me there?
The blade touched me, and I squeezed my eyes closed, holding my breath as splattering wax tried to distract me from what Vandal was doing. The blade’s edge scraped over my smooth labia. Something blunt nudged at my entrance—or was it blunt? Fingers or knife? Handle or blade? He wouldn’t fuck me with the blade...
Not even Vandal would do that.
Would he?
Fuck.
But no, it was too wide and thick to be the blade. I exhaled hard into the gag, feeling lightheaded as fingers came back to torture my nipples and something rigid and unforgiving carefully worked its way inside my pussy. It had to be the knife handle.
I lifted my head to look and caught sight of the blunt edge of the silver blade gleaming in Vandal’s hand as he urged the bumpy handle of the knife into my pussy. The wetness had to be from Zero waking me up for sex this morning, right? I couldn’t possibly be that turned on by this.
But I was.
Fuck. We were all so fucked up.
The guys were breathing hard, their eyes hot and hungry. I was tied down tight and slowly being fucked with a knife handle, and I was ready for more—ready for anything they wanted to do to me.
The handle of the knife pushed in and out, and someone found the button of my clit through my panties and rubbed. Glimmers shivered behind my lids as a small quake of a spontaneous orgasm burst through me—but then the knife pulled free of my body and was poised above my breast. It came down edge first, making my skin itch. I held my breath again, afraid to move a hair’s breadth.
“I can’t stop myself,” he was almost panting, his hair slick with sweat and his eyes wild. “I’m going to make a mess of this sexy little body.”
I shrieked behind my gag, and the knife bit my skin, so sharp it barely stung. Hot liquid dripped—blood or sweat—and then I had no air left to scream with, and I was gasping. He touched the wound, then lifted his fingers to show me the blood. A smear rather than a river, but it felt like there was more. My vision went black around the edges, and I tried to blink back the dimness that threatened to take away my consciousness and leave me completely defenseless.
His finger smeared on my left breast, as though he was writing something.
“Now you’re mine as much as you’re his, and I don’t care that you’re a fucking distraction. You’re ours, and you’re staying with us.”
He freed my arms and legs and gathered me up, carrying me somewhere, his body hot against mine even though I already felt feverish.
“Lie down.” If he was speaking to me, I didn’t know how I was supposed to obey.
He laid me face down on Zero, but it took me a moment to realize what was happening. By then Vandal was holding my hips, impaling me on Zero’s hard cock. Zero swore and Vandal sliced the spaghetti straps of my dress from my shoulders, and mutilated my panties until they fell away. There was a blanket under my hands where they rested to either side of Zero’s body. Was this the blanket he’d wrap me up in to bury me when they were done?
My spine felt horribly vulnerable with Vandal behind me. I could feel his hot breath on my nape, and I shuddered. Cold liquid hit my lower back and slid down the crack of my ass. Fingers massaged it into my asshole, coaxing my body open, and then Vandal’s cock prodded me there, impossibly big at the best of times, but completely ludicrous when Zero was already taking up all of the available space in my body. Vandal didn’t seem to care that it was impossible, and forced his way into me too, making me ache and cramp, shifting me upward on Zero’s hard body to make more room in my ass. Zero was kissing my teary face, lifting my sweat-soaked hair from where it was plastered to my neck.
I shook, panting behind my gag.
As Vandal got balls deep, I remembered the bell. It was nearby, still touching my hand, but it was too late and he was in, and my mind had mostly stuttered to a stop trying to process the sensation of being so painfully fucking full.
I’d always wanted to try this, but I no longer knew why. It was...big. Stretching. Painful. Scary.
And then they started to move. They were awkward at first, not sure how to make things work between them. Vandal was murmuring in my ear about how I was a good girl for taking them, and how remarkable my ass felt trembling around him—how he could feel Zero rubbing against him through me. They took it slow, thank fuck, and we became a slick, writhing mess of bodies. My pussy and my ass were too full, my clit mashed against Zero’s pelvic bone with Vandal’s weight on my back pressing me down harder.
I screamed behind my gag—not because I wanted them to stop, or from pleasure, but just because all of the pressure inside me felt like it had to go somewhere. Zero squirmed under me, rotating his hips enough to rub against my clit, and my lower body started to cramp up again, but with the fucking mother of all orgasms, like an avalanche of painful, torturous ecstasy pent up and teetering on the brink before it let loose. I shrieked, my body seizing with weird and unwelcome sensations as they moved faster, spurred by their own sadistic pleasure.
My body took the faster piston of them finding their rhythm, one in, the other out until they both pushed hard and tight up inside me, someone’s hands on my hips as leverage to push as deep as they could get, my pussy at the outer limits of what it could handle and my ass pulsing and fluttering with the orgasm still possessing my body. They groaned, swore. Both cocks inside me were twitching and I could imagine the hot gouts of cum as they filled me up. I went limp, lying against Zero’s chest like a rag doll someone had tossed from a car window, feeling dirty and used and too helpless to move on my own.
“Fuck, you’re amazing,” Vandal murmured, kissing the back of my neck.
Zero rocked his hips. “Isn’t she?”
I shuddered, and both men groaned in appreciation.
They held me like that, making me feel safe again, and maybe even cherished. They were probably only saying words prompted by their dicks, but I’d take anything I could get for now.