Author's note:
There's one more part after this one, filled with Dalia, Monique, Lara and Matt's sexual escapades.
It's been great fun to write about these people, and if you can't make it to the end of this part without relieving some tension, I'll consider my job well done. If you get to the end of the entire story, and even one of my people will stick with you, then I'll be more than happy with the time I spent crafting this story for you.
Please enjoy.
C&D
CHAPTER FOUR
Endurance
Dalia sat back in Matt's couch, happy her long day at work was over. She had a glass of wine and a magazine to read as the smells of food sneaked out of the kitchen. She could get used to this.
"Can you help me move the coffee table?"
"Sure."
After they'd moved the table, Matt folded the rug in half. A number of bolt holes had been drilled into the floor. Before Dalia could ask about them, Matt got up and fetched a big leather box. He placed it on the uncovered floor and bolted it to the floor. Matt opened a small hatch on the side of the box and pulled out an electric cord. After he'd plugged it in, Dalia couldn't hold back any longer.
"What the hell is this thing, Matt?"
"Something I bought from Sonya."
"Oh."
"Can you slide that foot stool over?" After he placed the stool right in front of the box, Matt took out a leather bag and assembled the rest of the machine. Two prongs, each with a mean looking plastic cock attached. He got up and stretched his back. "Strip."
"Now?" Matt folded his arms and waited. Dalia lowered her head and said, "I'm sorry, Sir, I didn't know we'd started."
"You know now."
"Thank you, Sir."
Dalia's eyes crept towards the machine over and over, just thinking about what that thing would do to her made her wet.
"Get comfortable."
Dalia took her place on the stool and stayed perfectly still as Matt lubed her ass and pushed her back until both cocks were poised against her holes. "Move back, I'll tell you when to stop."
"Yes, Sir."
Dalia put her hands on the floor and groaned when the fat heads of the plastic cocks stretched her holes. Her tight ring struggled to hold on, but she pushed and gasped when she broke through her resistance and both cocks pushed inside her. So full.
Did she really want to keep pushing until she was stuffed full from both ends? Matt smacked her ass hard, and Dalia sucked in a deep breath as she pushed on and impaled herself front and back.
"Stop. That's far enough. I'll run a quick test, tell me if it hits too deep. Be honest, you'll be here for an hour."
Dalia's head snapped up. "An hour?"
"Yes, slut. Sixty minutes." Matt flicked a switch, and Dalia's eyes widened as first one cock and then the other stretched her as they reached deep inside. "Sixty minutes of that. Or maybe this."
Dalia yelped when both cocks pulled back at once, only to drive forward again at the same time. "Stop!"
"Are they going too deep?"
"No, no, I can take it, I just wasn't expecting it, you know?"
"You're set then."
The slap of rope hitting the floor made Dalia crane her neck back again. "What's that?"
"Don't be so nervous, slut. I'm just tying you in place."
"Do you have to, Sir?"
"Yes, you're not getting out of this training. I need you to build some endurance so you can keep up with me. We'll do this all week, one hour at first and then ten minutes longer each day."
"Did I do something wrong, Sir?"
Matt crouched next to Dalia and pushed her chin up. "When I say you have to always be ready for me, I mean it. It's not important how tired you are or what mood you're in. You're a fuck toy, and that means I'll use you whenever I feel like it, and you'll take it." He brushed back a strand of hair that had fallen in front of Dalia's eyes and said, "So what will you do later tonight when I tell you to to ride my cock?"
"I'll do it."
"No matter if you're tired?"
"No matter what."
Matt nodded and said, "You'll do it, and you'll love it. And even if you don't, you'll learn to love it. That's what you are now."
"A fuck slut."
Matt smiled and kissed Dalia's forehead. "That's right. Three holes for my cock with a set of fat tits on top."
Humiliation swept over Dalia. She couldn't understand how she could be so different and still be the same person. She'd killed at work today, selling more than anybody else. And now... she'd stripped her clothes and lowered herself to her knees, skewered her holes on two plastic cocks, ready to be fucked and fucked and fucked until she couldn't think anymore.
She stilled as Matt tied her down. First was a rope to tie her ankles together, with enough slack for her to move a little, but nowhere near enough for her to get up on her own. Matt bunched her arms together on her back and tied them together with one long bracer that reached from one elbow to the other. A short chain linked the iron ring dangling from her collar to an eye bolt he'd screwed into the floor. Matt tapped Dalia's cheek and said, "Open up."
Dalia moaned when Matt gagged her. The gag filled her mouth and pushed inside until it touched the back of her throat. A cock gag, another fat shaft for her last hole. Now she had one in every hole. Was this part of the training? Was he preparing her to take three real cocks at once? Her pussy clenched at the thought.
Dalia didn't hear a word Matt said when he switched on the machine, lost in a world of her own, with one faceless guy after the other fucking her ass, her cunt, her throat. It never stopped. Her body shook in her bonds as an orgasm built inside of her, but Dalia pushed back. She couldn't cum, she wasn't allowed.
But the fucking didn't stop, no matter how she struggled. Her groaning was continuous now. Dalia wanted to cum so bad, she had to clench her entire body to fight it. Yet the desire grew into a storm, tore at her, battered her until she had no more reserves. For a long moment she hung in the air, adrift on a haze of ecstasy, but the machine dragged back to the real world and unleashed an earthquake in her body.
