She was still plugged when they walked into dinner.
The young woman, who had enjoyed Colin so much, had come in after a few endless hours and released them, giving them a set of the suede outfits. Lissa laughed as she watched Colin put on the chaps. He always dressed so conservatively and his long dangling penis seemed so...so un-Colin.
She was amazed that she could laugh, considering the pain she was in. The bottomless chaps helped, as her stinging bottom felt the cool air. She wished she could lean back and hold it against the tile wall for a while.
She turned and looked at her backside in the mirror. The two red welts formed an arching X at the top of her ass crack, heavier as they slanted down to her hips. The round black base of the plug protruding from her anus made the throbbing sensation even stronger when she saw it.
Colin offered his arm, and she was grateful for the support as they walked to the dining room.
They were seated at Thomas and Suyen's table, Lissa sitting awkwardly to avoid putting weight on her tender flesh. When the meal was over and the tables cleared, Suyen signaled Lissa to stand. "Our Lissa is a little sore but perhaps you all might like to take a closer look." She unbuckled the chaps, and pulled them away, the better to show the welts. The others came forward and a few stroked the pink and red flesh as Lissa bent, her back turned to them. The emotions that raged inside her surprised and shamed her. She was aroused and confused at the same time, but the dominant sensation was pride. This was something she had never had admiration and approval. People praising her.
"You're very brave." Charlie rubbed her cheek affectionately, all trace of his early brutality gone.
"Excellent stripes." Thomas pronounced kissing her cheek. Lissa was almost purring with happiness. At the Ranch you might suffer, but you were rewarded with affection and admiration. She had always thought that punishment was followed by icy neglect, if not by worse punishment. She noticed Colin watching her, an odd expression on his handsome face.
"Did you enjoy seeing that?" Suyen asked Colin.
"NO!" Then he ducked his head, blushing as deeply as his wife does. "It was...I can't explain."
"It was in part your fantasy. Perhaps Lissa would enjoy seeing
you live out an old fantasy."
Colin started to stand, unnerved at the change in Suyen's tone, but he was already in the strong hands of two cowboys. They threw him down onto a bench and pulled his hands down behind his back under the thick slab of wood. They were cuffed and a wide strap was buckled around his chest, pinning his shoulders.
Suyen leaned toward Lissa and he heard her whisper. "A prison fantasy - rape."
Josh, the slim young man with the crew cut came forward and knelt at Colin's side. "Don't fight. They'll go easy if you don't fight." He fitted a blindfold over Colin's eyes.
One of the men grabbed Colin's legs and started to lift them, only to be pushed away with a foot to his chest. Prison? Rape? Colin struck out even though he knew it would make thing worse.
He heard cruel laughter and someone said, "It's gonna be the hard way."
Two sets of powerful hands grabbed his ankles and lifted. His legs were doubled back over his chest. He heard a voice that had to be Gable. "Hold him."
Damn, he hoped he wouldn't shame Lissa, and wimp out. His insides rolled and he tried not to shake. The first blow came on the backs of his legs and a hiss of pain escaped from between his teeth. A heavy strap fell three more times, then that voice. "Hold him." His legs were forced even lower and he felt the intense pressure of a prick forcing its way into his ass. They had lubricated it but the pain and ignominy of his position made him cry out, as the strap hadn't. It sank deeper than he thought possible, then withdrew slowly. Flashes of light sparked behind his eyelids as the rock solid rod shoved through viscera deep within him. Moans of pain became sighs of happiness as pleasure gradually replaced the anguish.
Someone else squeezed in and placed a hard dick to his tightly closed mouth. The men holding him spread his legs wider and the bizarre sensation made him gasp, letting the enormous prick slip between his teeth. When the man fucking him came an even larger shaft replaced him, making tears spring to Colin's eyes. Hands began to roughly masturbate him and the feeling was too much. A keening sound forced its way from around the prick in his mouth and his whole body shook with the force of his orgasm. Still they didn't stop.
This was his fantasy. Even as the prick spurted into his mouth and he tasted for the first time the hot salty broth of cum, he knew. My fantasy. He had been jealous when they had pummeled his helpless wife. The rape - it was for him - the multiple rape.
A callused palm slapped his jaw and another huge hardness pushed into his mouth, as the reaming of his ass continued. He had never felt such pain and yet his prick was rising, thorny hands catching it and pumping brutally. He had come twice today and didn't think it possible until he felt the spasms tear through him again, as if every muscle in his body clenched at once.
After that, he was only vaguely aware as the others filled him with cum, in a painful haze of pounding, ass cleaving manhood. When the men lowered his legs and released him, he was unable to move.
He lay helplessly on the bench, his feet on the floor, his hands still bound, his eyes still covered. He should have been ashamed to be seen by the others, with sticky cum pooling under his ass and dripping down his face. Colin drew a shaky breath that sounded very much like a sob.
He loved it. It terrified him how much he loved it. One by one the others came forward and praised him, kissing him and stroking his hair. When the blindfold was removed only Lissa was there, releasing his hands and holding him as he wept silently.
He felt so...distorted. As if he had been taken apart and put back together, with missing pieces returned to the correct place. They returned to their room and slept for twelve hours, curled in each other's arms.
The next day was quiet, only interrupted by Gable, who came to 'plug' Lissa again. He had her lay across Colin's lap, and had her husband hold her cheeks apart as he slipped the plug in place and inflated it. When she gasped he bent and kissed the welts then leaned forward and kissed Colin. His tongue warred with the younger man's, as the girl lay content, happily crushed between them.
