The Cottage Part 4

As always, these characters are well into adulthood and none of the stuff that goes on here is acceptable in real life. Consent is absent in this story, so read on if you're okay with that control fantasy.

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I felt a chill down my spine as Stranger told me his plans. It didn't surprise me at this point that I had once again been given a powerful aphrodesiac. I just sagged in my restraints, blindfolded, gagged, and plugged, still in need, but afraid of what was going to happen next.

I could hear the men moving around the cabin, and what sounded like the slide of furniture a few times nearby.

Then I heard Masculine Voice, so-called as I had never seen him and it was the only way I could identify him, apart from his cock. His wonderfully thick cock--No! I concentrated on my surroundings, trying not to think about getting stuffed by MV. Clenching my plug helped, but only a little. I was shamefully wet, but so, so, empty--Dammit! I couldn't focus on what was happening around me, I was so empty it was all-consuming.

With a huge act of will, I once again tried to listen to what was going on. I heard Stranger's voice at the same time as I felt his hands on my ass, "Okay, Princess! It's all set up, and you're going to love it. Have you ever been horseback riding?"

What? Oh no, no. This was not likely to lead anywhere good. What could this mean? Wait. Were they going to mount me from behind? Ride me? Fuck yeah! And it was true, I have been horsebackriding before. I nodded my head.

"That's great, my slutty princess. This will be perfect for you. Now, hold completely still while I take off your restraints. If you move without my permission, I will punish you. Clear, Princess?"

I nodded again, and held still as his hands wandered my body, unbuckling and removing the restraints from my body harness efficiently, but also taking time to knead my ass, stroke my inner thighs, my lower back...it took everything in me to hold still. I didnt make a sound through my gag, either. If being tied down and raped wasn't what Stranger considered punishment, I didn't want to know what he might do.

So, I was still as stone, apart from the occasional shiver I couldn't repress. I ignored my leaking, empty cunt, the trails of fire he left as he touched my skin. He handled me like he owned me, and I said nothing, did nothing. I lay there like a trained animal, untethered but still mastered.

I wallowed in shame at my need, which was growing greater than I could handle by just clenching the little jeweled plug in my ass. The aching deep inside my cunt was truly painful.

"Good girl, Princess. We really are lucky to have such a naturally submissive slut like you. As a reward, I'm going to remove your gag for a while. You can speak freely, but I would be careful what you say."

I nodded, but he wasn't done, "Nothing you can say will stop what we're going to do tonight. So remember, if you're annoying us we'll find something better to do with your mouth. Understand, Princess?"

He removed the gag as he asked that question. I nodded and belatedly responded, "Yes, and...thank you."

I felt humiliated as he touseled my hair, ashamed that I felt rewarded by his approval. And even more ashsamed that the only reason that I only wanted his approval was so that he would fuck me. So that he could remove that deep, primal ache inside me...If I could just keep being a good girl he would help, I knew it.

He helped me stand up slowly and step off of the bench. I was still wearing the soft web body harness and the thicker collar. I shuddered as I heard him click something close to my ear, realizing he had just clipped a leash to the collar.

"Please!," I said "I'll be a good girl. You won't need that!"

Stranger laughed next to me, and I could hear MV laughing from further across the room also. I had forgotten he was there, such was my fixation on getting fucked again by Stranger. He had been there the whole time, watching my degradation.

Stranger laughed at my entreaties, too. "Princess, I doubt I'll need it with a slut like you but I want it."

MV then spoke, "Ha! You might need the leash after all if she sees what we have set up for her!"

"Nah," said Stranger. "She needs a cock inside her more than she cares about anything else right now. She'd do it without the blindfold."

"Okay, then let's take it off her when she's ready to get on," MV said.

"Good idea, actually. I think she needs to see it to fully appreciate it."

Stranger had led me slowly a short distance across the cabin, one hand on my ass the other directing me with the pressure of the collar. Then he gently stopped me.

"Okay, Princess. This is the toy we made for sluts like you. Its not much to look at, but it's going to help make that ache between your legs go away. I know how much you need it, I can see your legs shaking!" He laghed and smacked my ass, then pushed on my plug, reminding me whose fucktoy I was and sending little waves of shameful pleasure through me.

"Now you've been a very good girl, but I do want to remind you again, you would NOT like what happens to bad girls, Princess. Anyway, I'm going to remove your blindfold. You are not to look around when I do this, you may look straight ahead or down. You will have thirty seconds to look at your new toy, and then we will replace the blindfold, and we will get you seated."

I stood tensely in my harness, dropping my gaze down to my toes. Stranger's hands ran their way up feom my ass to the back of my head, and pulling my blindfold off.

I squinted, my eyes adjusting to the dim lighting of the cabin. I could see my bare feet and cuffed ankles as I stood on the wood floor. Keeping my head rigidly straight and gaze forward, I slowly looked up.

I looked up, keeping my body and gaze rigidly forward as I stared at the latest form my abuse would take. It...was definitely homemade, but with skill and eye to functionality over form. It was a huge, smoothly worn leather saddle, western style, with a horn at the top of the seat and a high, curving cantle. The seat between was padded leather, and in the center of that...a thick, long, realistic dildo. It was heavily veined, slightly curved, and very, very firmly attached to that saddle. My cunt spasmed as I thought of how that dildo would feel inside me.

The saddle itself was supported by a sturdy wooden frame, weighted down. It was clear I would be placed on this thing for their entertainment.

I dropped my gaze in humiliated despair as Stranger approached again with the blindfold. I almost felt better with it on; I didn't have to watch my own degredation. He replaced my gag, too.

Stranger laid a hand along the small of my back, about to guide his human toy onto his handmade toy, but he paused to finger me a little bit.

"Loosen up, Princess! You look so nervous! Dont be. I just know youre gonna love this ride." I just held in my whimpers of relief and clenched my walls tightly around his fingers. He stopped too soon, leaving me dripping and shaking in need.

He led me slowly and carefully up to the saddle, positioning me and guiding my hands before instructing me to "Mount up, Princess!"

What could I do? I needed a dick inside me. Whatever they had done to me was not wearing off. And, while I hated that they wanted to watch me pleasure myself instead of just fucking me, I needed that dick. Any dick. And if I didn't do this, Stranger would probably punish me.

So, I stepped up into the stirrup and swung my right leg partially over, resting my knee on the back of the saddleseat. I was so eager to have something inside me, but so deeply shamed by what I was about to do that I actually hestiated.

"Saddle up, slut!" said MV. He was clearly closeby, somewhere in front of me. "I want to see you ride this plastic dick!"

I slowly moved myself into position, the thick tip of the toy felt so similar to a real cock as I rubbed it against my clit before starting to slip it inside of me. I had to hold on to the front of the saddle as I slowly lowered myself into position astride the seat.

I couldnt help but moan as I sank down and the solid head of the dildo split my grateful pussy. Awkwardly positioned, because I still wasn't fully seated, my thighs were clenched as I slowly lowered myself down onto the rubber cock.

In the work of a moment, I was seated astride my saddle, impaled on the thick dildo and shaking in my shamed pleasure of being completely stuffed. I shifted my hips, ready to move off and drive my needy body down onto it again, but "Hold it, Princess!" It was Stranger. I stayed put; I didnt even question my obedience to my tormentor. Not now, not when my body needed what he had.

I was still blindfolded, but I could hear and feel he was close to me now. I could smell his slightly spicy, masculine scent. He was busy clipping things to my harness. I assumed attaching me to the saddle (like he had to?). He then took my hands and tied them together firmly but comfortably behind my back. I gripped the back of the saddle seat to steady myself, and it just so happened to change the angle of the toy inside me, sending a wave of pleasure from my stuffed cunt.

"Okay, Princess. My friend and I are just going to let you hang out here for a while. We'll have a couple beers and play with you, and you can play with yourself however you can. If you behave well and we like what we see, we'll probably fuck you again tonight."

Great. I was the live equivalent of leaving porn on in the background. Even as I hated myself for it, I braced my feet to lift myself, wanting to drive this rubber dick into me again.

My harness caught, pulling tight when I'd pulled no more than a couple inches of it out of me. I couldn't go up any further! I was tethered to this little movement, barely able to ride this cock at all.

Tears again began to soak my blindfold. I whined behind my gag, frustrated that I could not ride this length to my satisfaction. My cunt was on fire with ongoing need and pleasure combined. My pleasure from having this cock fully impale me was intense, but still the ache inside me wasn't fully satisfied. I was so stuffed and SO CLOSE to getting what I needed, but I needed to have this cock sliding in and out of me.

The need swelled the moment I would begin to lift myself, the need to have the sensation of this cock driven into me again, and again.

I loved its girth, I loved its length. I found myself a slow rhythm riding this cock saddle, sliding myself up the dildo as far as my restraints would allow, and then then dropping down firmly, using momentum to seat it deeply inside my pussy.

I moaned in my shameful, frustrated, pleasure, but gasped as I suddenly felt hands on my gently bouncing tit. I stopped moving, letting the man grope me. "No, slut, keep grinding," said MV. His voice was behind me, and soon I could feel his presence behind me and a second hand cupping my other breast.

I began my attempts at riding the dick again. Rational thought was overhwelmed by the waves of pleasure from my cunt, from the plug still in my ass driving inward every time I seated myself, and now from my nipples as MV grasped them and rolled them in his fingers. He kneaded my tits as I ground onto my cock and into my plug. I was growing frustrated with how little movement the buckles on my harness allowed. I wanted to stand up in the stirrups and drive myself down onto that thick silicone dick while MV caressed me, but all I could manage were short little thrusts. I loved having the toy shoved deep into me, but I knew I would love it more if I got to slide myself up and down its length.

But I wasnt allowed. MV's hands were gripping my thighs now, and I felt his hot, naked torso pressed against me as he murmurmed into my neck how much he loved to see me stuffed and loving it.

Stranger's voice came to me from the front and off to the right, "Still my good girl I can see. You love being so stuffed, don't you Princess? And you love being petted and having your tits handled," here it was probably his hands now on my breasts, caressing my nipples with his rough thumbs while MV continued to stroke and knead the rest of my body.

My movement was frustratingly limited, and my body felt like it was on fire with need. I struggled to fulfill that need, my body pressing into the men's possessive hands as I did my best to ride the dildo inside me. As I writhed, I felt my ass bouncing on the saddle seat and grinding the plug inside me. Being filled and caressed caused waves of pleasure to run theough my body with every motion, but I was still frustrated. I just needed a chance to feel that length pushing in and out of me...I needed to get fucked like that. Instead I was stuck grinding myself ineffectually on a saddle while speared by a silicone cock. I was so close to getting what I needed... but couldn't do anything to change my situation.

So I kept riding; needing to feel as though a thick shaft was sliding in and out of my cunt. I moaned in pleasure, frustration, and shame as I desperately rode the toy they made me, my harness firmly holding me down to moving only an inch or so up and down along its length.

Suddenly, the men stopped stroking me. I didnt hear either of them speak to each other, but could hear them moving away. I kept riding.

I heard the clinking of glasses, and realized they had opened beers. "Princess, you look so sexy up there on your toy. I can tell you're loving that." It was Stranger's voice, coming from a few feet away and to my right. I kept riding. It was all I could do. My body ached with need all the more now that they weren't touching me. My nipples were stiff and sore, and my eyes watered into my blindfold again as I wished for my rapist to touch them again.

"God, I've never seen a woman need it this bad!," MV laughed. "I could swear that our little setup would exhaust her but you can see it's not enough for that slut."

I was awash with shame at their comments. I stopped riding with a huge effort of will. I sat still in the saddle, my harness still clipped in place, a small plug angled perfectly up my ass, and a thick dildo fully lodged in my pussy. I kept my blindfolded gaze straight ahead; the gag kept me from saying anything.

"Ohh! Princess is pouting! She didn't like you calling her a slut," said Stranger with a laugh.

MV was also laughing, "She's literally grinding on a plastic dick for all she's worth in front of a complete stranger. I can't think of what else to call her!"

"To be fair, she's not grinding now."

It was true. I shivered with effort, but I still sat motionless in the saddle.

"You're right, she's not. But I bet she wants to." MV was right about that, but I was so ashamed at my behavior that I was able to keep still, hoping they might take me off the toy if I kept still.

"She won't hold out for long. She's already trembling."

Stranger was right, too. My senses stifled by the blindfold and my restricted movement; my awareness of the toys that invaded my body was heightened. I squeezed my cunt around the dildo, and my ass around the plug. I widened my thighs somehow, driving the dildo a millimeter further than before...it wasn't enough to satisfy the ache inside.

I knew the men were just watching me, now. They watched me to see when my desire to get fucked would win out over my humiliation at being their fuck toy. They waited for me to resume desperately grinding my soaked pussy onto the thick dildo.

They didn't have to wait long. I cried into my gag and blindfold as my desperation to get fucked finally overwhelmed my shame. I began riding it again, my tortured sobs of need and defeat were muffled by the gag.

I don't know how long I writhed in shameful, drustrated pleasure on that saddle. Stranger and MV talked quietly as they finished their beers, and I'd only catch phrases like, "tie her down...ass..." " condom...probably a dirty girl" and "use her first if you want..."

That last phrase was Stranger talking, and he was approaching me now. "There, Princess. Did you have fun? You put on a good show for us!" He paused from unclipping my harness as he spoke, and caressed my breasts, rolling the nipples between his thimb and forefinger. I restlessly shifted on my dildo, loving it.

"And your little tantrum was cute, but I don't advise trying anything like that again. My friend and I here are going to properly fuck you, now. You want that?" I was unclipped now, and he slapped my ass for my answer.

Yes. of COURSE I wanted them to fuck me. Couldn't he tell how much I needed to feel his cock, sliding in and out of me... Now I was sliding slowly up along the length of the dildo, savoring its movment inside me, ready to drive myself down on it again and again...SMACK! Stranger slapped my ass a bit harder this time, "Not now Princess! Keep dismounting." His arms felt strong and firm as he assisted me off of the horrible, wonderful toy.

He stood behind me, and used his hands on my biceps to steer my unresisting body across the floor. "Where you want her, man?"

"Hmmm. Can we just bend her over this table?"

"Sounds good."

I was turned and steered a few feet in a different direction. I could picture the homey little dining table, a small oak rectangle with thankfully rounded edges. This last detail I recalled as I was bent over it, my lower belly pressed firmly into the wooded edge. Stanfer released my arms so I could support myself.

I leaned over the tabletop, My breasts hanging heavily, my elbows and forearms pressed firmly into the smooth wood. My bent position left my ass and cunt fully exposed. I shivered in shame as I held my position, keeping myself fully accesible to be violated. Nothing mattered except getting fucked.

I heard the sound of a wrapper, then of steps moving toward me. "Hey, slut." MV said softly, his large hands passing possessively over my ass and gripping my hips. "I'm gonna make sure you love this. I make sure my toys always love when I play with them."

He kept holding my hips, and I felt the rubbery condom-clad head of his cock pressing against my inner thigh. My cunt throbbed at the thought of him putting it inside me. He kept teasing me with it, sliding it up and down my wet slit, finally probing inside me with the tip before sliding back out again.

I forgot about Stranger watching my violation as my focus shifted entirely to getting MV to fuck me. I bounced, jiggling my ass invitingly for him to fuck more. He laughed, and leaned forward, his torso pressed across my ass and against my lower back. He stroked my breasts as he continued to tease me with just the thick head of his cock.

"Poor slut, I know what you want. I told you that you'd love this. You need the rest of my cock bad now, huh?"

I nodded, it was all I needed. It was everything. I couldn't stand feeling this empty and desperate for another minute.

Thankfully I didn't have to. I could feel MV lining himself up behing me, pushing my ass and part of my thigh to the side. His hands were firmly on the sides of my hips, now.

Finally, I felt the head of his cock slide in and keep going. His girth stretched the walls of my cunt, and I moaned through my gag in pleasure. He continued sliding slowly but firmly, seating himself deeply inside me as I reveled in his thickness and feeling full.

Then, he began fucking me in earnest. Not too fast, not too slow, just exploring my body with his hands as he raped me and used my pussy.

I hated how much I loved that stuffed, stretched feeling as he slid in and out of me, increasing his pace as he used me until he came. He uttered a guttural sound, gripping my hips more tightly as he shuddered into me, his cock buried to the hilt. I loved it. I clenched myself around his dick, thrusting my hips ever so slightly on it, feeling my own orgasm building...

...and MV pulled out, leaving me drenched and wanting. As I stood bent over, blindfolded, and bound to the table I shuddered at what was happening to me. I barely felt the toys still inside of me as I throbbed with inmet need. I began to be afraid that they were going to never let me come. But all I could do was wait...