Time passed. Then more time passed. Krissy shifted her weight a little, grateful that the pad was cushioned. It seemed like a very long time before she heard footsteps, and then male voices speaking in low tones. She kept still. She could see if anyone was in the doorway by touching her forehead to the floor and looking back underneath her as she’d done before, but she really didn’t want to.
She heard a voice…it sounded like Gabriel’s…say something in a foreign language, and then heard two other men laugh. She gritted her teeth. Then she heard them approaching her. Someone crouched down close beside her, but with her hair hanging down she couldn’t see who it was.
“I told them that that was your best side,” she heard Gabriel say. A moment later, she felt hands on her ass, fingers probing at her pussy, spreading it. She was still sore down there from her time with the bikers, and she couldn’t help tensing up and whining.
“Keep still, bitch,” Gabriel warned. Krissy obeyed, expecting to be raped any minute, but nothing more happened other than some intimate and humiliating manipulation. It wasn’t pleasant, but she could endure it. She managed to hold still until it stopped.
“Up on your knees, bitch,” Gabriel ordered. “And put your hands behind you.”
Krissy did as she was told. Gabriel stood in front of her, smiling evilly, as the other men locked her wrists and what felt and sounded like handcuffs. This wasn’t good, but she thought that her mouth could stand more hard use than her pussy could just now. She resigned herself to what seemed to be coming next.
“You like other women,” Gabriel said. “Now you must learn how to respond to a man. They will not hurt you, as long as you are properly submissive. If you learn your lesson well, perhaps we can provide another girl to keep you company for a while. Would you like that, bitch?”
Krissy didn’t hesitate, though there was no simple answer to that question. “Yes, Master,” she said.
“Good,” Gabriel nodded. He said something in that strange language to the men behind her before he went over to the bed and sat down to watch. Krissy felt hands slide around her and cup her breasts. They squeezed, and she heard the man exclaim happily. She didn’t understand the words, but it was clear that he liked the feel of her tits. The next moment, she was dragged backwards. The man was sitting on the pad, his legs straight out, and Krissy wound up sitting sideways on his lap. He seized her by her hair, turned her head towards him, and kissed her. It was a hard, rough kiss, and his free hand pinched Krissy’s nipple. She squirmed and protested, but didn’t dare do more than that. When she felt her assailant’s tongue forcing its way between her lips, she let her mouth sag open for him. Behind her, her hands fluttered uselessly in the handcuffs. She didn’t know how she was supposed to react to this, whether he wanted her mere submission or something more. But she remembered that Gabriel had told her that she must learn how to respond to a man, so after a moment she used her tongue to caress his. She heard him grunt happily. His kiss became harder and more invasive. His fingers relaxed their painful grip on her nipple, though they never really let go. She heard the other man in the room say something, and heard Gabriel laugh.
Finally the man holding her broke the kiss and pulled her head away from him. It was the first chance Krissy had to get a good look at his face. He was Oriental, with cruel slanted eyes and a lean, scarred face that immediately made her think of a hardened criminal. He was smiling at her as she panted and gasped for breath, hoping he would take it as signs of her arousal, though she was feeling nothing but revulsion. The respite lasted for only a moment before he pulled her close again for another kiss. Krissy squirmed a little and whimpered a lot, since he seemed to like it when she did that. She let him move her however he wanted, touch her wherever he wanted. Eventually, she felt her body beginning to respond to his rough technique, but it was purely a biological response. She certainly wasn’t enjoying any part of it. He thrust a finger up inside of her pussy and found that she was growing wet. He held the finger aloft and cried out triumphantly. The other men laughed and Krissy felt her cheeks burning with shame. She knew that she couldn’t help it if her body responded when they pushed the right buttons. They had to know it as well, but they were still celebrating their apparent triumph. The man holding her pulled her head back again and put his mouth to her nipple. His tongue rubbed against it, vigorously and wetly as he sucked hard on it. Krissy couldn’t help groaning. Her nipples were still sore and sensitive, and none of what the man was doing was at all pleasurable to her abused flesh. But he kept at it, prompting more groans from Krissy that he probably mistook for moans of pleasure. He switched to her other nipple only after he’d apparently concluded that the one he was working on was as puffy and swollen as it was going to get. More rubbing, more sucking and more groans from Krissy ensued, and then he bit down, not quite hard enough to break the skin. Krissy had been keeping her eyes shut so that she wouldn’t have to see the looks in the men’s eyes as she was manhandled. Now they flew open as she shrieked at the sudden sharp pain. She didn’t struggle, for fear of making it worse, and when she looked down she saw those cruel eyes looking back up at her, full of evil amusement. For a moment it was as if he knew exactly what she was feeling: Not just the pain, but the shame and humiliation as well, and the fear, and the loathing. She closed her eyes and let her head loll back. She felt him kissing her neck, her shoulders, her earlobes, felt his hands roaming freely all over her naked flesh. The bite had put a stop to her body’s growing responses, but now she could feel them starting to bubble back to the surface. She couldn’t help it, and the feeling was far more unpleasant than erotic. Soon she was struggling. She couldn’t help that either, though she had enough sense not to put all of her strength into that struggling. That only seemed to encourage the man. His handling of her became rougher, and he interspersed his kisses with the occasional bite. Soon Krissy was almost sobbing in frustration, and the carnal assault went on and on until she was near exhaustion.
Then, abruptly, it was over. The man unceremoniously rolled her off of his lap and stood up, saying something to his companions. Krissy lay on her side on the mat, panting and gasping, angry tears welling up in her eyes. She tugged futilely at the handcuffs. While she was happy that her torment was over for the moment, she was still clear-headed enough to wonder what was coming next and dread finding out.
She didn’t have long to wait. The other man made her sit up and then sat down close behind her, one arm wrapped around her waist. The next thing she knew he had hooked her legs with his feet just above her knees and spread them wide. Then his hand darted between her legs. Krissy jerked and yelped, and he clamped his other hand over her mouth as his fingers began sliding in and out of her pussy, a little too hard and a little too fast. It hurt! Krissy yelped again and tried to squirm out of his grip. He responded by pinching her nose shut with his thumb and forefinger while keeping her mouth covered. And he went on fingering her, groping for her clit. Krissy bucked and struggled, but he was too strong and all she did was run out of air more quickly. Her vision blurred and grew darker. She stopped fighting him simply because she couldn’t any more. He kept her air cut off for a moment longer and then shifted his hand to her neck. Krissy gasped noisily, trying to fill her lungs. His fingers were still working away at her pussy, finding sensitive spots that made her shudder, brushing against her clit, forcing her into arousal. She endured it, then slowly realized that he intended to make her come, right here, right in front of everybody. Desperately, she tried to pull her legs together, pushing back against him and arching her back in an effort to break free of him. He laughed and cut off her air again. Krissy wailed, the sound muffled by his hand. She thought about biting him for a moment, shuddered inwardly about what might happen if she actually did that, and finally quit fighting when she had no more air left. Once again, he held her mouth and nose past the point where she was sure she would pass out and then let her breathe again. She choked and gasped. His fingers never stopped teasing her clit and she knew that he would indeed make her come, and soon. She sagged in his grip. She began sobbing once she had enough breath for it, tears running down her cheeks. This humiliation was worse than anything she’d been put through at the hands of the bikers. They hadn’t cared if she came or not, only if they did while they were using her.
She had plenty of warning that it was on the way, but when her orgasm hit she shrieked. It was too intense and too forced to be at all pleasurable, and the man tormenting her seemed to know how to drag it out intolerably. Finally, it stopped, leaving her weak and trembling, her mouth sagging open, her eyes glazed. She was aware that the man was still fingering her pussy, slowly and more gently, but it felt like it was happening to somebody else. Still, it was enough to make her twitch and moan occasionally. Then he let go of her and moved away. Krissy slumped over onto the pad. She felt shamed that they had forced her body to respond to them. On some level, it had been worse than rape.
“Now, bitch,” she heard Gabriel say from somewhere very high up and very far away, “It seems that you can and will respond to a man, if he is skillful. I think this has been a lesson to you as well as to us. I must tell you, your performance was quite impressive. I think I would like to see it again.”
Krissy stirred on the mat. “No, please, Master,” she managed to moan weakly. “No, please. Not again.” The muscles in her legs ached from her fruitless struggling, her ribs hurt from fighting for air, her pussy felt swollen and sore, and the handcuffs were digging into her wrists, bruising them. If she wasn’t careful, they also dug into her back.
“No?” Gabriel sounded amused. “Are you begging me, bitch? Are you begging for mercy?”
Krissy grabbed desperately at the faint chance. “Yes, Master,” she replied. “Please, no more, I beg you.”
“Hm.” Gabriel nudged her with his foot. “What will you do to earn that mercy, bitch? Answer me.”
“Anything!” Krissy gasped. Alarm bells went off somewhere in a remote part of her mind at the words. She ignored them. “Anything, Master!” she pleaded.
Gabriel didn’t say anything. He grabbed a fistful of her hair and hauled her painfully up onto her knees. “Now, bitch,” he said mildly as he slapped her face just hard enough for it to sting. “Keep your promise and perhaps I will show you the mercy you crave.” Still gripping her by her hair, he said something to the other men. One of them came and stood in front of Krissy, grinning nastily. He began unfastening his pants. Krissy closed her eyes, opened her mouth, and moaned in despair. She waited for the man to shove his cock into her mouth.
“No, bitch, it will not be that easy,” Gabriel warned. “You do not get to simply kneel there and be used. You must learn how to give men pleasure with your pretty little mouth, and your lessons will begin now. He will not move. You must do all the work. I am sure that that will be strange and unfamiliar to you, but you will learn. Now,” he gave her head a rough shake and let go of her hair. “Get to work, bitch.”
Krissy opened her eyes. She looked at his cock, already half-erect, just a bit too far away for her to reach. She shuffled forward on her knees, loathing every inch of her progress. She leaned forward and took the head of his cock into her mouth, her stomach churning, her cuffed hands clenched into tight fists. She edged a little closer and took his cock in deeper. She began to suck, slowly, hesitantly.
“Make some noise when you suck a man’s cock, bitch,” Gabriel ordered. “Moan a little, as if you’re enjoying every moment of it, as if you love the taste of a man.”
Krissy moaned. There was no enjoyment in the sound, but Gabriel did not complain.