Page 54 of Reconciling the Consequences

Pain exploded across her body as the nipple clamps were removed without warning. She arched her back, throwing her head back against Kevin’s shoulder and crying out in pain as blood rushed back into her battered nipples. Kevin’s hand slid up her sides and cupped her sore breasts, rubbing and soothing the aching buds.

A moment later, lightning blazed across her poor abused clit. Then Johnny’s fingers were there, rubbing and soothing her clit. It was almost enough to send her over the edge again. “Oh God.” She whined, back arching. “I can’t.”

“You can.” Johnny growled and thrust his hips up into her.

“Fuuuuck. She keened as she tumbled over the edge again. She collapsed forward against Johnny’s chest, body shuddering. That’s when the real fucking began. Before she could catch her breath, Derrick’s hands gripped her face as he lined up his cock. It was in her mouth and pushing into her throat a moment later.

Kevin’s hands squeezed her hips, and Johnny’s grabbed her upper thighs. Together they railed her. She was nothing but a vessel for the three of them to use. And use her they did. It did not take them long to bring her poor tortured body to yet another orgasm. She could barely moan as her body trembled.

Her jaw ached. Her eyelids drooped. She went completely boneless.

Kevin pulled out of her ass first, his warm cum coating her a moment later.

She barely registered it.

When Johnny suddenly pushed her upright and sat up, Derrick’s cock popped from her mouth. She felt the bed dip as Johnny got on his knees before her, warm spurts of cum splattering her belly. “Fuck yeah.” Johnny groaned, painting her with his cum.

“Bring her closer,” Derrick rasped. Hands gripped her upper arms and maneuvered her body so she was leaning forward again. “Open your mouth, baby girl,” Derrick ordered before warm globs of cum splashed across her face and tits, getting in her mouth and running down her neck.

She swallowed what she could, but she was covered completely in cum. She was a hot, sticky mess, and she was too exhausted to complain. She was lowered gently onto her side, and the ropes tugged on her arms before she was quickly untied.

They sat her up slowly and inspected her arms. They rubbed at her muscles and rotated her shoulders while slowly stretching her, massaging what they could around the cast. Blood flow slowly returned to the limbs, and Kara sighed, still feeling boneless.

She was a filthy mess and could really use a shower. The blindfold was still in place though, so the scene had not ended. Thankfully it kept her from seeing the rivers of cum her men had shot all over her. She let the guys fuss over and take care of her, vaguely wondering when or if they would clean her off.

A camera snapped another picture. She was sure she looked like a used, dirty whore. She would smile at the thought if she weren’t so damn tired. Instead, she let them move her and position her. Hands rubbed through the cum coating her skin, rubbing it in like lotion. “So there’s no mistaking just who you belong to.” Johnny growled.

ThenextmorningKarasmiled as she slowly came awake. She knew she was alone, vaguely remembering the kisses pressed to her forehead and lips as her boys left early to go to work. She had rolled over and gone back to sleep, her body still exhausted from their strenuous and animalistic sexathon.

She’d felt thoroughly used and debauched by the time they had shot cum all over her and had rubbed it into her skin. Marking her. Claiming her.

She’d gone to bed dirty and woken up feeling great.

It was late morning when she finally dragged herself out of bed and took a shower. Feeling sentimental, she showered with Johnny’s bodywash, not quite wanting to let go of the ownership they’d claimed the night before.

It had been the hottest and most feral erotic experience of her life.

Afterward, she had felt closer to her boys than ever before. Smelling like Johnny was one more little piece that she could hold on to. She would have to talk to them about moving her big bed over to Johnny’s and all sleeping together from now on.

After her shower, she ate a quick brunch before she answered the door for her assistant Stacy and Marlie, Bandit’s old lady. Kara had finally asked for help going through all the boxes, and who better to help her than those who already technically worked for her?

Kara was deep in thought when the phone call came in. Stacy nudged her and handed her the cell phone. Kara grinned when she saw it was Kevin on the phone and quickly answered it. “Hey sexy.” She smirked, looking down at her papers.

“Babe, we’ve got problems,” Kevin said immediately, getting straight to the point.

Her head shot up and she looked at Marlie. “What kind of problems?”

“I’ll tell you about it when you get here, but Derrick was shot—”

“What do you mean Derrick was shot?!” Kara jumped out of her chair, wincing slightly at the twinge of pain in her ribs, and headed for the door. Being tied up the night before had been fun but had slightly aggravated her healing ribs.

“I’ll drive,” Marlie said, grabbing her things quickly.

Kara didn’t pay her much mind and slipped her feet into flip-flops, grabbing her keys off the hook. She turned the lock on the door handle and headed outside. Marlie and Stacy followed.

“He’s OK. He will be OK, but he’s lost a lot of blood. He’s asking for you.” Kevin sighed, sounding tense.

Kara tried to read between the lines, but her mind was only conjuring up horrible thoughts. She quickly climbed into Marlie’s Jeep Wrangler. “What do you mean he lost a lot of blood? Are you taking him to the hospital?”

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