Sorry about the delay! This is part two of a series, so go back and find the first if you want to know exactly what is going on. This story has tones of coercion and multiple men with one woman. It's purpose is strictly for fantasy, don't be that dumbass that doesn't play well with others and thinks it's OK to do anything like this in real life without prior
explicit
consent.
Enjoy!
Lena sat for a second, staring at her stepfather. In her sex and drug-induced stupor, she was not completely sure what he had just said. He wouldn't seriously expect her to present herself to her stepbrother after she had just been fucked by her stepfather, would he?
Kyle grabbed her face and forced her head up until her eyes met his. "What did I just say?" he asked.
"You want me to go to Jackson's room now?" She asked, as if this was the first time she had thought about it.
"Yes. Go now," he said simply.
Lena stood up slowly as if in a dream and began to look around for her clothes.
"You won't be needing those," Kyle said simply. "Now hurry up, run along." He gave her a pat on the ass and pushed her away from him.
In a daze, Lena turned around and walked out of the living room. She shuffled down the hallway and stopped in front of Jackson's door. She still couldn't believe what was happening. Her legs had moved almost like she wasn't in control of them. She didn't know if she could bring herself to knock on his door though.
Before she could muster up the nerve, the door opened and Kyle's large frame stood looming above her. "There's the slut," he said, his face neutral.
That snapped Lena back into reality. She stuttered, "N-no, no I swear I'm not a slut. I don't know what just happened. I couldn't help myself. I feel so weird right now."
Jackson looked down at her, a softer expression crossing his face. "Don't worry little
sis
. I know you were never a slut before this. That's one of the things that made us want you. That's just what we need you to be now. And honestly, it wasn't that hard to bring that out in you," he explained as if that were an obvious fact.
Lena's face overheated.
"You do realize now I gave you something to help you feel this way, right?" Kyle asked, his hands moving to her hips to gently pull her into the room. The door closed behind her, but she barely noticed as she processed what he was saying.
"You drugged me?" she asked finally, trying to cope with reality.
"Of course. You couldn't tell there was ecstasy in your drink? And that's why you needed to rub and feel everything?" Kyle was now rubbing her arms that were hanging limply at her sides while she tried to further understand the words he was saying. "It's OK though," he continued. "It's a fun drug, don't you like the way it felt?"
Lena thought about it. She had honestly never felt so amazing in her life. She didn't know how to say it out loud, but she was grateful it had pushed her past her own inhibitions and allowed her to experience an orgasm like she'd never had before. Like she'd only dreamed. Like she'd fantasized having with both of the men in this house.
She couldn't deny it. She had dreamt about going from their house slave to being these men's sex slave on more than one occasion. She just thought it was wrong. She didn't know if they would even want her.
She came out of her thoughts to see that Jackson had led her to the far wall of his room. It had a tall, wooden contraption attached to the wall. It was in the shape of an X.
He had already spun her around while she was lost in thought and was now pushing her back against it, lifting one arm at a time to quietly but deftly attach her wrists just above and to the side of her head. Once they were attached, he slowly drug his hands down her face to her neck and stopping to rest beside her full breast. He palmed the swell of her perky tit from the side, stretching his thumb out to rotate around her piqued nipple. She groaned and closed her eyes, leaning her head back before she realized she was even making any noise.
Jackson smiled and pushed his body into hers, bending down and putting his nose against her hair, inhaling deeply, "I've wanted to own you since I laid eyes on you. Dad made me wait. I won't wait any more."
He pushed his knee between her legs, easily spreading them apart. He bent down and attached each one to the bottom appendages of the giant X.
Lena was trussed up, arms and legs spread and secured. She was unable to move much at all. It hardly dawned on her how easily she had let him manipulate her position. She was completely vulnerable to any whim he may have now. She let out a low whimper, suddenly afraid of her defenseless position.
Jackson chuckled and said knowingly, "Sweet slut, don't worry. All the things I want to do to you, you will learn to love. In fact, good girls end up begging for more."
He leaned forward, still on his knees after securing her legs. He kissed, bit and licked the sensitive skin around her needy pussy. She shuddered, the sensation tickling her and driving her mad at the same time. She bucked, but that only succeeded in getting more contact between his wet mouth and her sensitive skin.
Jackson stood up abruptly. His tone and demeanor turned dark, "Since you have cum in this used cunt of yours, I don't want to taste you. In fact it makes me want to punish you." Jackson looked furious.
She was immediately embarrassed. She didn't mean to have his dad's cum in her! She murmured as she looked down, "I'm so sorry Jackson, I don't know what came over me. I didn't mean to." She absentmindedly tried to cross her legs, but they were still secured to the cross. More than anything she wanted to deny having sperm deep in her at all, not acknowledging that he was the one who had set her up to be fucked by his dad in the first place.
"I guess you have to make it up to me whore. You are our slut but I wanted you first," Jackson turned around and pulled open the drawer in the armoire next to him. Her eyes got wide when she saw the array of sex toys, floggers and whips. He pulled out a gadget she didn't recognize. He turned to her and began attaching it directly over her aching pussy. After he secured it to her thighs, he looked at her with a menacing look.
"This will help clean everything out of you," he explained. With that, he turned the gadget on.
Immediately, what felt almost like a tongue came out and rolled across her pussy lips, vibrating when it hit her clit. She shuddered deep within, the sensation milking her of her soul and the load his dad had left in her. She squirmed and twisted, part of her trying to run from the feeling and the other attempting to get more contact with the device. She felt her pussy walls contract and pulse. She sensed the cum that had been in her being worked out from deep within her, gravity and contractions milking every drop down. She knew she must be making a mess.
Jackson put his hands back on her breasts, squeezing and pawing at them, increasing the sensation of nirvana she couldn't ignore. Within minutes of the relentless attack, Lena shot her head up, her expression desperate. "I'm going to cum, what do I do?" she begged Jackson with her eyes to take control and tell her what she should feel.
He smiled wickedly. "Feels good, right? Get all of that cock juice out, I'm going to fill you up with mine." He said as he grabbed her by the neck, forcing her face to stay put and look at him during her orgasm.
She came.
The soaring height she reached while Jackson stood above her, his domineering expression exquisitely tipping her over was new for her. She never felt this way. The only comparison was.... Well, twenty minutes ago in the living room.
Little mewing sounds were escaping her mouth after the orgasm began to subside. Lena couldn't help herself. But she was still tied to the cross so her head merely fell forward, her long dark hair stringy from sweat and plastering to her face.
Jackson leaned over and removed the gadget. She had no time to react when almost immediately, he thrust his huge hard cock into her dripping cunt. She gasped as she was pressed hard against the wooden cross. She hadn't even seen him remove his pants. He was so deliciously huge, her pussy was again stretching to accommodate a foreign intrusion she knew she wanted all along.
His hand snaked up behind her to grab the hair at the base of her head. He yanked it back up, wanting to watch her expression as she took his full cock into her impossibly tight hole for the first time. Her eyes were rolled almost out of sight, tears puddled along her bottom lid and threatened to spill over. Her mouth was spread wide as if in shock, but he knew it was from the sensation of being full. Her throat worked as she tried to say something, but no sound came out. He began to thrust, at first slowly, giving her pussy time to open more for his hard cock. But the more he felt the ripple of her inner walls, he couldn't stop himself. He had waited so long. His rhythm picked up mercilessly, slamming harder and harder into her greedy cunt. It suctioned onto him like she was starving for his dick.
She couldn't believe she had let herself get into such an impossible situation. She had no control over her bound body. She couldn't push him off of her if she tried. She wasn't even sure she could if her hands were completely free. With each thrust into her, she felt the straps on her legs dig into her ankles and lift her feet slightly off the floor.
Jackson moved his hands between them, finding her clit. He dipped low and swabbed her juices onto his fingers and back up to torture her pleasure button. Back and forth, he furiously rubbed at her clit as his relentless dick continued to beat the walls of her pussy. She was building again. Something about the loss of control of her own body heightened her approaching climax. She knew she was going to come again.
Was this her life now? Two men and multiple orgasm?
