Mark left to go pick up something from his apartment. I opted to stay because I needed to clean. He made me clean naked.
So I mopped and scrubbed and vacuumed in the nude, not entirely happy about it because cleaning was dirty.
I thought about how the doctors owned me, how they had put a price on me and yet let me ignorantly go about my daily life as if it were my own. I felt like such a fool! And I was angry, so angry at how Kelly had made me feel like I could trust her, when all I'd been to her was a product.
I dropped the vacuum and sat down on the floor and cried. Mark was the only potentially good thing to come out of this, and yet I still felt like I had lost something.
I didn't even know why I trusted him. He'd really given me no tangible reason to. I felt so naive! He'd probably wind up pulling the same shit, and reselling me once he got tired of me. That idea made me cry harder. I wanted to belong to him! His energy was irresistible. I wanted to melt into him. I wanted to be owned by him. I felt like an addict.
My buzzer rang. I couldn't get up. I was seized in a stream of tears. What if I just ran? What if I disappeared? But how could I? Now Mark was back and I had to let him in. Neither my mind nor my body resisted, despite my doubts.
The buzzer rang again. And again. And again. It just kept assaulting my eardrums.
"Stop! Stop it!" I screamed.
I caught my breath and lifted myself up and let him in.
But it wasn't Mark. I heard several sets of footsteps on the stairs. I froze like a deer as the door burst open.
"Perfect, she's naked," said Andrews.
He picked me up, threw me over his shoulder and hauled me down the stairs.
"Get the fuck off me! What are you-"
Matheson reached over and covered my mouth and said, "Scream and you're dead."
I started crying. Where was Mark?
Andrews hauled me into a van and dropped my naked body down on the floor.
Matheson ordered, "Get up, cunt." He kicked me in my side, just hard enough to cause more adrenaline to surge and make me obey immediately.
I stood up and the van jerked and started moving. Who was driving it? All three of them were in the back with me. Who else knew about this?
There were ropes attached to a grating that was flush against the panel of the van on the driver's side. Matheson pushed me against the grating, which dug into my soft skin, and tied my arms so that they were spread wide open. Andrews spread my legs apart and tied my ankles.
My tits were bouncing heavily as the van drove on. Matheson took a flogger from the passenger's seat and started flogging them hard, almost immediately producing red streaks on my sensitive skin.
Kelly got on her knees and looked up at me and said, "You're in so much trouble, slut." She spit in my pussy and started eating it as Matheson went on and on with the assault on my tender breasts.
I was crying and moaning, tossed by a sea of pleasure and pain. Kelly sucked my clit hard and forced my cum out of me fast. She held her mouth under my hole and drank it. Then she kept going. I started screaming.
"This is what you get for leaving us without permission, you ungrateful slut," said Andrews as he watched.
"Please! Please stop!" I sobbed.
"We've only just begun." Andrews took the flogger from Matheson and wailed on my titties and my tummy as Kelly worked my oversensitive clit.
"God! Oh god!" I shrieked as the cum gushed out of me and Kelly drank it. She didn't stop. She wouldn't stop. It was like she was getting back at me for yesterday. But that wasn't all my fault! I wouldn't have done it if Mark hadn't made me! I started sweating as her hungry tongue and her merciless fingers probed and milked me yet again while Andrews continued to flog me relentlessly. I was floating, whatever resistance I had left was quickly being siphoned.
"Please!" I whimpered. "No more! Please, no more!"
"You can beg all you want, slut, but we won't stop," said Andrews.
"Why?" I whined.
"We told you: you left without permission. The client didn't give you permission to leave, and neither did Kelly or Matheson. That's a very serious offense."
"Mark owns me! I'm his!"
He flogged me hard as Kelly sucked at my clit, and instead of screaming from pain, I started cumming.
"Oh! Oh my god!" I wailed in a high-pitched whine.
Kelly drank my cum and milked my clit with her fingers, making me twitch and writhe in my restraints. Sweat was dripping down my body. My nerves were in overdrive. They kept at it, torturing me in the back of this van that kept driving.
"I wanna fuck that cunt," said Matheson.
Kelly backed away and Andrews stopped and Matheson took out his hard cock and plunged it inside me. He pulled my hair and slapped my face as he pumped my overworked pussy.
"Please, god!" I whined. He slapped me harder then twisted my nipples.
"That's right. Scream, bitch!"
He started choking me as he railed me with his dick, and I almost started cumming. He slowed down and robbed me of release.
"That's right, you like this cock. Your pussy doesn't lie - unlike that slut mouth of yours."
He pulled out and sprayed my belly with his cum, leaving me breathless and needy.
Andrews was next. He took me down from the panel and then made me get on all fours. He tied my wrists to the bottom of the grate so that my arms were straight out in front of me and my face was pressed to the floor.
He had Kelly lube my asshole and his cock, and then he stuffed himself inside my ass. I yelped as he pushed himself in.
"Such a nice, tight asshole. And you were gonna take that away from us. You selfish, dirty slut." He spanked me hard and my asshole clenched around him. He groaned and spanked me again. First one cheek, then the other. The pain coursed through me, and I screamed.
"Your holes are ours to use, cunt," he said, spanking me again. He was tenderizing my ass inside and out, his dick and his hands working in tandem, pumping me hard and spanking me hard. I felt like I was on fire, every nerve down there was screaming.
His dick pulsated inside me and he filled my ass with his hot cum. He pulled out and I felt his cum oozing out and down to my pussy. He spanked me again, making my muscles clench and forcing more of his cum out of my hole.
Kelly was next. She grabbed a huge strap-on from the front seat and held it in front of my face.
"Suck on this, slut."
I picked my head up as much as I could and started trying to suck it. I could barely get my lips around it.
"That's going inside that slippery, slutty cunt of yours, so get it nice and wet." She shoved it in further.
I groaned as I tried to suck it. It hurt as my lips stretched and strained around it.
She pulled it away when she was satisfied and strapped it on, then drove it inside me in one thrust. I screamed, the pain of my hole stretching reverberating through my thighs and my tummy.
"How does that feel, bitch?"
I groaned. She spanked me hard. "I asked you a question, cunt!"
"It hurts!" I whined.
"Good." She thrust harder, making me scream again. She then reached around and pressed and rubbed my clit.
"No! Oh god, no!" I wailed and sobbed.
She kept going, my pussy getting more and more slippery until it stopped hurting except for a dull soreness around my entrance. I started moaning and pushing back.
"That's right...fuck yourself, cunt."
I pushed back faster and faster, bringing myself to an orgasm I desperately needed. "Ohh god!" I shrieked. My cunt exploded around the cock.
"Mmm look at all that cum pouring out of that hole. And look at how your asshole is leaking....What a dirty fuckslut you are. Thank me, bitch."
"Thank you," I whimpered, panting and weak.
"You want some more?" she asked, slamming into me.
