The Bet (3 page)

My
eyes flew wide as they carried me in my iron chariot down the series of steps
to their waiting van I’d seen when we arrived, cleverly marked Bradford’s Bond
Services. My shock was because there was a man standing in the middle of the
sidewalk, watching us every step of the way.

“You’re
Bradford?” he asked when we were right before him.

“Yep.”

“And
this is an example of one of your services?” the man asked, his eyes moving
hungrily over my body, particularly over my breasts and wide open cunt.

“It
is. She’s our newest initiate. You can call her Fuck Toy. That’s all we’ll be
calling her for the next several days, at least.”

My
eyes shot up to him, but he didn’t even look at me. All his attention was on
this strange man in the street. Bradford and Jones set my chair down on the
sidewalk, just inches from the stranger.

His
cock was straining against his pants, right in front of my face.

“Can
I touch her?” the stranger asked. He didn’t wait for an answer though. He just
reached out and grabbed onto one of my breasts and kneaded, hard and demanding.

Despite
myself, I moaned into my gag.

The
stranger’s cock twitched in response.

“Why
don’t you get a better sample of what we do than that?” Bradford asked.

Before
I knew what was happening, he’d loosened the ball gag from behind my head. It
fell out, and a massive stream of drool followed. I worked my jaw for a second,
groaning at the pain of having it free for the first time in lord only knew how
long. And then, before I could gain my bearings, a hand was fisted tight in my
hair and my chair tipped forward on the front two legs, and the stranger’s cock
was being shoved into my mouth.

He
smelled clean and musky, at least. It could have been much worse.

And
then it was much worse. The hand on my head shoved me forward farther and I
felt like my whole chair was going to fall, landing me helpless against the
concrete. At the same time, the cock went up to my gag reflex.

“Swallow
it, Fuck Toy,” Bradford ground out.

My
head was shoved forward more, and I had no choice but to take all of this man’s
cock into my mouth and throat or die trying. I swallowed, praying I wouldn’t
gag and puke, and tried again, and finally it went down. He shuddered and
mumbled something, and then I was being pulled back and off of him.

I
hardly had a breath before the process was repeated. Once my throat had almost
adjusted to the invasion of the thick meat, the hand against my head forced me
into a fucking rhythm. More hands joined the first, and the stranger’s hips
thrust up into me, and I was desperate for air.

Just
when I thought I couldn’t take any more, Jones bent down and crawled under me,
and bit my clit hard enough that I screamed over the cock in my mouth. The
vibrations were all it took. He spewed his cum into me, shooting stream after
stream of the sticky, salty stuff down my throat and coating my tongue.

“Swallow
every drop, Fuck Toy.” Bradford’s tone brooked no argument.

They
kept drawing my mouth over his softening cock, continuing the fucking motion
while I fought to swallow all of it. The whole time, Jones stayed beneath me,
toying with my clit until I ached with the need to come, too.

But
then they pulled my head away and Bradford put the gag back into my mouth,
strapping it even tighter, deeper, than before so that my jaw had to stay open
wider.

Jones
left my clit before I could climax. He stood up and winked at me.

I
wanted to cry.

The
stranger tweaked my tits again, but turned to talk to Bradford. “I will
definitely be hiring you. I’ve got a job in mind.”

Bradford
passed him a card that he pulled out of his wallet. “Call us well in advance so
we have plenty of time to make preparations—at least a couple of weeks. All of
our services are custom designed for the client.”

“Will
do,” the stranger said. Then he walked away.

Bradford
and Jones lifted my chair again and loaded me into the back of their van, then
strapped the chair into place in what appeared to be a custom-built harness.

Bradford
immediately turned away and started sorting through some implements.

I
strained to see what he was doing, but his body was between me and it, and I
couldn’t see a damn thing.

Jones
winked at me. “So, you’ve got cameras on you here, here, here, and here.” He
pointed to them individually, one at just about every corner of the back of the
van, ready to capture pretty much anything. “And one down here,” he said,
gesturing to one just below my spread pussy.

Holy
hell.

“While
we drive to our destination, we’ll be up front, but we’ll be able to see
anything and everything that goes on back here. So will your man. He’s already
texted us, and he’s got you on the big screen at his house. Give him something
to jerk off to, okay?”

I
tried to say, “Fuck you,” but all that came out was another garbled moan.
Damned gag.

“I’ll
take that as a yes.”

Bradford
moved around behind me, and a blindfold came down over my eyes, blacking out
everything. I tried to shake my head, to struggle against my bonds, but I
couldn’t move an inch and all moving my head did was earn me a slight slap on
the cheek.

“Don’t
fight us, Fuck Toy.” Bradford. “Remember, your man hired us to do this for you.
He wants this.” He moved around in front of me and knelt between my legs.
Something long and cool and hard, and very wide, moved up inside my pussy. When
it was as deep as I’d ever taken anything before, it moved in another inch, and
something pressed against my clit. Then it all started vibrating. “And you’re
lying to yourself if you say you don’t want it, too.”

He
increased the speed of the vibe, then attached something to it that strapped it
in place, way too deep and pressed snug and hard against my clit.

“It’s
on a remote, too,” Jones said. “We will control it from up front.”

All
I could do was moan.

Then
Bradford pressed something just above first one of my nipples, then the other.
It felt like stickers, little round things. He put more of them all around my
breasts, and added a series of them to just over my clit and all along my pussy
lips.

“Electrodes,”
he said.

A
zing shot straight through me, and I would have come up off the chair and hit
the ceiling if I wasn’t bound in place.

“You
won’t know when to expect that. Should make for an exciting drive.”

Exciting
wasn’t quite the word I would have chosen.

“One
last touch,” Jones said. Then headphones were placed over my ears, and
everything was drowned out other than the sounds being piped through to my
ears. Fucking sounds. Squishing, slapping, grunting, moaning, screaming sex
sounds. And then in the middle of all of that, Bradford’s voice calling me Fuck
Toy, telling me I only existed this weekend to pleasure Bradford and Jones.
Then Dustin’s voice came over. “This is what I want. This is what you promised
me. Submit to them completely.”

“Fuck
Toy, you love to be tied up and made to come repeatedly.”

I
bucked my hips, but the bonds didn’t let me move far. Maybe an inch. Damn.

“Do
what they tell you.”

I
squeezed my pussy muscles, trying to get the vibe in just the right place to
really get me off. No go.

More
earth-shattering orgasm screams in my head, alongside the sound of someone
being fucked like a battering ram.

“Pain
and pleasure always go together for a Fuck Toy. You want to come just from the
sound of my voice.”

The
engine started, and the van rolled to life, the electrodes shocked me in all my
most sensitive, sex-hyped areas, the vibe roared up to high, and I was on the
verge of my fourth orgasm of the night.

Then
it all almost stopped other than the engine, just for long enough for the
orgasm to die a slow, sad death.

“A
Fuck Toy may come only when her Master tells her to come.”

Un-fucking-believable.

I
don’t have a clue how long I was in the back of that van. All I know is that,
when it finally stopped and they started to disconnect me from everything, I
would have willingly, gleefully, ecstatically had sex with a horse if I could
have had a damn orgasm.

Hell,
a whole barn full of horses.

When
my waist, hands, and ankles were free, I almost collapsed. I moaned when they
unhooked the gag from behind my head and pulled it free from my jaw, a fresh
stream of drool falling down my naked body.

Then
they removed the headphones. “Nice ride, Fuck Toy?”

There
was no way in hell I could talk right now. I halfway nodded my head. I guess it
wasn’t quite the answer Bradford was looking for, because the electrodes all
over the most sensitive parts of my body zapped me again.

“Yes!”
I somehow managed, though my voice came out as a croak.

“Yes,
what?” Jones asked. He grabbed a tit and twisted the whole thing viciously.

“Yes,
sir,” I gasped.

He
released my breast and I sucked in a breath, praying I had it right. A series
of sharp slaps struck my breasts though, back and forth, one after the other,
and I cried out.

Jones
laughed. “Wrong, sugar. Try again.” The slaps continued, increasing in both
frequency and strength until I couldn’t think straight. Not that I could before
that. Damn. No, Jones was sir. Bradford was what?

“Yes,
Master,” I said on a moan.

“Much
better.” Bradford’s voice this time. “I think our Fuck Toy has earned a reward.
What do you think?”

Thank
you, Jesus, they were finally going to let me come. I tried not to let the
moment of victory I felt show, sure that would be frowned upon, given the
insane shit that had been filtered through my head the whole trip.

“Ah,
yes. A reward would be good.” Jones pulled me to my feet. I wobbled in the
crazy stilettos, but he righted me and pulled me into his side. “What did you
have in mind?”

Bradford
bent behind me and reached his hand up between my legs. I didn’t care if he
used the vibe, his fingers, his mouth. Any or all of the above. Whatever. I
just wanted to get off.

But
instead of fucking the bejeebus out of me, he pulled the buzzing vibe free from
my body. I heard it
thunk
on the floor of the van, then he stood. “She’s
earned a big reward. We could give her a go on the spanking horse, and then let
her suck us both off afterwards.”

Spanking
horse? What the hell was that? And sucking them dry didn’t sound like any sort
of reward for me. More like a reward for the two of them.

I
opened my mouth to complain, but snapped it shut when Jones grabbed my ass
cheeks and separated them, kneading the flesh and jiggling me. The he moved his
fingers to my hole, pressing against the entrance. “What about a butt plug? Has
she earned one of those yet?”

Oh,
hell to the no. I didn’t do anal. I’d let Dustin try it once, because he’d
begged me, but it had hurt like nothing I’d ever experienced in my life. Not
only that, but he’d gotten off and then left me to fend for myself. Nope. Not a
fan of that idea.

I
squirmed against Jones, trying to get away from his probing fingers.

My
efforts earned me a sharp smack on the bum from Bradford.

“You’ll
do what we want you to, Fuck Toy.” He shoved me over so I was bent at the
waist, and Jones held me up by the hair. Bradford slapped at my inner thighs,
pushing them apart. He dipped three fingers into my cunt and frigged me with
them for a minute. “Just getting some lube,” he grunted.

Then
those same fingers left my sex and pushed into my nether hole. I sucked in as
much air as I could at the pain of having three fingers spreading me wide. He
just went in up to the first joint, spreading my juices all around and
stretching his fingers apart to open me further. “Tight as all get out, just
like he said she’d be. Yeah, we’ll definitely have to start her on a plug. I
intend to fuck this hole a time or two before the weekend’s out.” He pulled his
fingers back out of me, then slapped each cheek.