eenslaved:PREVIOUS: Part 1, Part 2. Fiction, erotica, characters over 18, etc. This is Part 3.Laura’

eenslaved:PREVIOUS: Part 1, Part 2. Fiction, erotica, characters over 18, etc. This is Part 3.Laura’s face is easy to read. Please let me come, her face says. I’ll do anything.She’ll do anything anyway because that’s her role. That’s what gets her hot—when Cole and Steven tell her what to do. When they tell her what she can’t do.When Cole woke that morning, he pulled Laura up from where she was curled between his thighs, breathing warmly on his cock. He sucked and tongued and teethed her nipples for a good hour, until her mewling sighs graduates to desperate moans. He pulled at each nipple, drawing his head back until the bud left the hard suction of his mouth with a pop. While he attended to one teat with his mouth, he treated the other to his fingers. It felt good to have Laura writhing over him as he milked her tit. She belonged to him, him and Steven, so she submitted to his pinching and twisting. Then he would switch, laving the peak with his tongue. Playing with Laura’s body really woke him up. He stirred himself enough to slide his cock into her pussy, which was wet and tight. He made her sit up and ride him while he kept his hands on her tits, clamping her nipples cruelly between forefinger and thumb whenever she got too close to climax. Her face grimaced when he did this, but she kept fucking him like the good girl she was. Like the good girl Cole and Steve were teaching her to be.Laura swiveled her hips and worked his cock like a professional. He spurted with her in no time. When he was done coming and he let go of her teats, Laura’s breath was sobbing and her eyes were bright and her cunt was so wet. He pulled her off his cock and led her into the bathroom.“Play with your tits while I shower,” Cole told her. “I want you to keep your nipples nice and tight for me.“ "Yes, Cole,” Laura said with an unhappy groan, but she did it. He watched her through the glass door of the shower the whole time and made sure she was rough with herself. At one point he made her jiggle her curvy breasts by her nipples. By the time he dried himself off, Laura’s teats were nicely puffy. Engorged and sensitive. Time to decorate them.He looped on the little steel nipple nooses and tightened them enough so they would stay on and noticed. Then he made Laura rest on her front over the coffee table. She sucked in her breath when she pressed her swollen, noosed nipples against the hard surface. Cole cuffed her wrists behind her back, inducing her to relegate more of her upper body weight on her abused chest. Her legs were tied apart to the table legs. It was not a very large table so she was not spread very wide, but she was held implacably open.  Cole kissed Laura’s pouting face. He thought about running more rope over the back of her neck and under the table to hold her down, but decided against it. In this position, if she raised her chin off the surface of the table, she would be pressing down more on her chest. Something she would strive to avoid, judging by the way she was trying to lever her torso up a little.  "Steve will be done with practice in about an hour,“ he said.  "Please don’t leave me like this, Sir."  "Like what? So needy?” He palmed her pussy in his hand, feeling the heat. “Yes. Can I have your cock, Sir? Please?" "Tell me how your tits feel, Laura,” Cole said, ignoring her request. “Hurt. Sore,” Laura panted. “Please kiss them better?" "What if I want to pinch them instead? What if I want to stretch them out?" Laura swallowed. Her pussy clenched. Dripped. "Ok. Yes. Anything. Yes, Sir, please?" He reached under her to feel her flattened breast, to touch the nipple encircled by its little metal noose. Laura struggled to hitch her shoulders up."Cole, Cole,” she moaned. He removed his hand from her tit. Pressed down on her upper back. “Stay, Laura. You’re going to wait here for Steve like a good girl. I’ll be back in a couple hours. Then we’ll both be home to fuck you. You’ll like that." She heard him uncapping a pen and then he was writing something on her ass. She could smell the astringent scent of permanent ink.“Cole?”He shushed her. He finished writing whatever it was on her bottom, capped the pen and left.Laura whimpered. Ooooh her chest throbbed. And she could feel how wet she was but she couldn’t rub her thighs together, couldn’t press that needy flesh closed.She lay there on her front, contemplating the position she has submitted to being placed in. As freshmen, the three of them had taken the same Philosophy lecture. Pure coincidence that they sat near each other on the first day in that huge recital hall. They formed a study group and became friends. In their junior year, they decided to move off-campus as roommates. Now they were in the summer before their senior year, and things were quite different. Cole and Steven were still roommates, and Laura lived with them, but it wasn’t accurate to say she was the third roommate. Her room had been taken over; the boys had sold her bed and the pretty nightstands and lamps, the lovely lilac armchair. They kept only the colorful rugs and the dresser. The rugs because she spent a lot of time on the floor on her knees. The dresser was emptied of her sweaters and cardigans and shirts and underwear. Now it held lubricant and vibrators and dildos and plugs, rope and clamps. Without a bedroom, Laura was more of a…plaything. Her clothes hung in Steve and Cole’s closets, and she was not allowed to open the closets without their permission. They decided whether she went clothed or not. She slept in one of their beds each night, unless they decided her behavior warranted extra correction.When that occurred, she went under Steve’s bed - it had a deep flat drawer that slid out from under it, for storing the comforter and extra pillows. Cole drilled little hooks around the inside of the drawer, which gave them a lot of options for strapping her into the drawer. Laura hated nights in the drawer. It was lonely and always distressing - she would be rendered unable to touch herself, with her “bedtime toy” inserted into her pussy. Not battery operated - its cord ran from the gap of space at the drawer’s top to the wall, so its strength never weakened. And if Laura’s torment at this insistent teasing woke Steve, sleeping above her - well, after the first few times, she knew better and put in more effort to control herself.She no longer had any private space to call her own in the apartment. This reality meant she was always at hand, living in their space. No place to hide a diary, no place to put away her things, which were always neatly out in the open, or else placed on a bookshelf, still in plain view. They could reach for her whenever they wanted to.Laura moaned out loud in the quiet apartment. How much time had passed? She found herself trying to rock her torso, pressing down on her chest, making her nipples hurt more. Each little bite of pain seemed to flare right in her cunt. What had he written on her ass, which was aimed straight at the doorway?When Steve came in and saw her, he gave a low chuckle, sounding too pleased by half. He dropped his workout bag and strode over to Laura. She could hear him pushing down his pants, and then his cock was in her. Steve kept a hand down on her upper back, keeping her torso flat on the table as he drilled her.“Cole tell you what he wrote on your ass?” Steve questioned.“No…what?” Laura panted.“Maybe I should let you figure it out for yourself,” he teased. “And you think Cole is the nice one!”“Nunnngh! Sir, please tell me?”“I’ll tell you…when I come.”Steve fucked her hard, one hand at her hip, one hand braced on her back. He didn’t hold back. Laura was so close and so hopeful that he would let her…but he didn’t. She felt Steve come inside her and then wipe his cock on her ass.“It says…’Days Laura has gone without cumming.’ And there’s one tally mark there. That’s on your left cheek. And on the right cheek it says ‘Number of times Laura has been cum in.’ There’s a tally mark too. Guess I better update it.”Continued in Part 4. -- source link
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