Page 21 of Dirty Cowboys
“I want her naked,”one man demands.
Another walks over to me and tears my shirt from my body, buttons from the flannel scattering around me. He lifts me as if I’m weightless and shoves my back against the side of a tractor, the metal biting into my skin. My bound wrists are pulled over my head and tied to something above me.
He steps up closer, my top half exposed to him, then pulls out a hunting knife and trails the tip of the blade between my breasts.“Don’t say you weren’t warned.”
He brings the blade down, over my jeans, and presses it to the seam in front of my pussy. My heart thunders in my chest knowing one wrong move could easily cut through the fabric. His free hand removes my phone and he hands it to one of the other men. My first instinct is to beg for it back, but I suck my lips into my mouth and remain still out of fear of being cut.
“You look like a work of art. A filthy, used-up little fuck hole,” the man with the dirty mouth says. I have noticed he likes to call me names more than the others, and I crave it from him. He comes closer and holds my phone up to my bound hands, using my thumb to unlock it. He steps back, and the flash goes off as he takes a picture.
Wetness pools between my thighs. I need someone to touch me, but just as the thought crosses my mind, the handle of the knife is pressed hard through my jeans.
“Smile, your followers are gonna love seeing what a real whore looks like.”
I whimper from the pleasure on my clit, but also from the fear of knowing that with one click of a button, he could end my career.
The man in front of me stops circling my clit. In the blink of an eye, he has sliced through my jeans on one side. I gasp, but he ignores me and slices down the other side, then drops the knife and rips the remaining parts of my jeans and underwear away.
My arms ache from being tethered above my head, the rope biting into my wrists. Exposed here, naked in front of them, I should feel vulnerable and humiliated. Instead, I feel empowered, wanted, and in control.
The man standing to the side watching moves a little closer.“Mark her.”
The man who has been in control so far, grabs myhip and pulls my body into his, his other hand wrapping loosely around my throat almost as if he’s contemplating his next move. His hands fall from my body, then he picks up the loose rope beside me and loops it around my neck. He pauses long enough for me to object, but I simply smirk at him so he knows I want this as much as he does.
“You like this?”he growls robotically, if that is even possible.“I knew you’d enjoy being roughed up and used until you can’t take any more.”
“Please,” I whimper.
He flips my body around and kicks out my legs, while keeping a good grip on the rope around my neck. I hear him pull down his zipper, and his jeans fall to the ground with a clunk. He pulls the rope tighter, cutting off a lot of my air as he steps up behind me. Then with no warning his cock is at my entrance, and he thrusts deep inside me.
“FUCK!” I choke out.
Tears roll down my face as the pain registers. It is almost too much, but my body loves every second. Wetness slides down my legs, and the sound of him fucking me echoes around the shed.
“You see that? She’s dripping just from getting used like a hole.”
He pounds into my body relentlessly, my headhitting against the large tire in front of me. I almost see stars from lack of oxygen.
“Flip her around. I want to see her face when she comes around your cock.”
The masked man loosens the rope, letting it fall around my neck as he slides out of me, flipping me back around.
“Get behind her. I want your fingers buried in her ass.”
A second man moves in behind me, his hand sliding between my legs and swiping my juices onto his fingers.“You’re so wet from being fucked, I don’t even need lube. What a good little fuck hole—your body was made to be used.”
He pushes his fingers into my ass, wrapping his other arm around my waist and lifting me to the right height.
The first masked man moves back into place, his hard cock covered in my arousal. The sight makes my chest warm. He positions himself, hooking one of my legs around his arm, and thrusts back inside me.
“Oh fuck, oh fuck. Please, I need more,”I beg when neither of them moves.
“You love being used, don’t you? One hole’s not enough for a slut like you.”
“Yes! Please! I need to come so badly.”
My entire being is on the brink of a life-shatteringorgasm. It’s hanging just out of reach, and I’m about to tip over the edge.
They both move, finding a rhythm. With my leg hooked over his arm, the man in front uses his other to capture my jaw. I wonder why, but he forces me to watch as the third man—who has gotten a ladder—brings it closer to us. He positions it next to us and climbs slowly, flicking his belt undone. I watch him unbuckle his jeans and pull out his already hard cock as the man behind me twists his free hand in my hair and pushes my head forward.
