Part 1

Part 2

Note: This story, including all names and people, is entirely fictional and not based on any real life experiences or events.

I wake up alone to bright sunlight shining on my skin.

Despite the cold last night, it’s absolutely boiling inside right now, which I suspect has something to do with the insulation and intense sunlight. I go to open a window but find I can only open it a tiny amount before a padlocked hinge stops it.

Did they seriously padlock my windows? If I’m going to escape I won’t just jump out the window.

And I will escape. I might not have any idea where I am, but if I can even get out of the cabin without being detected, I’ll count it as a win.

Just like last night, I creep out of my bed and make my way to the door, pressing my ear to the wood. But unlike last night, I hear nothing. No one is cooking or laughing or about to barge into my room to assault my mouth.

I don’t know why that thought disappoints me so much.

I’m still naked, which is inconvenient if I’m going to escape, but I know there are jackets and coats hanging by the door. Maybe they put my shoes there too, if I’m lucky.

I open the door slowly. I’m still amazed they didn’t lock it, which is why I’m expecting one of them to be standing guard outside my door, just in case I make an escape attempt. But I see no one, nor can I hear anyone, yet I hear the outdoors.

Frowning, I make my way out the door and round the corner to the front door, only to find it wide open.

They left the fucking door open?

It’s so close I could literally touch it, the open air.

I don’t hesitate. I hurry to the coat hangers, finding my coat from last night and hurry to throw it on, but I can’t find my shoes anywhere. In fact, I can’t find any shoes. It takes me a second to realize why that is, and then I hear them.

They’re outside somewhere. It doesn’t sound like they’re on the porch, but just around the corner of the cabin. This is my chance.

Fuck the shoes. I run out the door in one swift motion, and cringe when my feet hit the cold, wet soil. It must’ve rained last night, I realize, and the slightly chilly air has made the ground feel like ice on my bare feet.

That doesn’t slow me down, though. I keep running, doing my best to ignore all the twigs and pinecones digging into my skin.

The forest we’re in looks absolutely beautiful, and isolated, too. It’s thick and dense, with incredibly tall trees surrounding the property like a wall. My heart pounds from the running and the realization of how isolated we are. If I didn’t trust Nate and Sam, I’d be terrified for my life right now. It’s strangely comforting, realizing that when they catch me, I’ll still be safe. Even if they beat my ass raw.

But then, I hear a man distantly behind me shout, “Did she just fucking run away?” and I realize I’ve been caught. I look behind me, barely making out a confused Nate looking into the cabin and a furious Sam, pointing right at me and saying something to the other man.

Shit.

I let out a terrified shriek, then giggle at myself as I up the pace. When I look behind me again, I see both Sam and Nate bolting at full speed after me. They’re catching up to me, obviously, because of their long legs and muscular physiques.

I take a sharp left in an effort to outrun them, then zigzag between trees and the thick foliage. With enough effort, I might have a chance of hiding out until they give up.

Oh, I’m so naïve. No way will they give up until they have me between them again.

I round another corner, but then, I slam right into Nate’s chest. I let out a grunt and start to fall backwards, an obnoxious, “Oof,” escaping my mouth when I hit the ground.

I try to scramble up, but Sam comes up from somewhere above my head and firmly grips my wrists, pinning them to the forest floor. Nate comes up at my feet and pins them in the same way. I try to buck off and kick him, but his warning glare stops me.

“Was I unclear last night?” he spits. “We fucking own you, Victoria. You’re not allowed to leave.”

“I wasn’t trying to,” I groan. Sam is pinning my wrists so tightly that they almost hurt.

“What a silly little thing you are,” he mocks. “Thinking you can escape us.” A pause. “Why did you run?”

“I don’t know,” I lie.

His grip lightens, just a fraction, and the change in his facial expression alerts me to that he’s sincere when he demands, “Tell us why you really ran, Victoria.”  

“I wanted you to catch me.”

Both men laugh at me, but Nate speaks up. “If you actually want to leave, Victoria, just give us your safeword and we’ll get you home, no questions asked. Got it?”

“Yes, Sir,” I smile at him. “I don’t want to leave.”

Sam chuckles down at me, a sinister smile grazing his lips, but then he fully lets me go. “In that case, we need to remind you of your proper place, little toy.” Nate lets me go too, and both men begin flipping me over. “Stick your ass up, baby,” Sam continues, and I obey, shivers running down my spine.

The cold ground digs into my exposed legs and elbows, and when Nate takes my coat off, I immediately shiver at the painfully cold air. Sam’s large, warm hand rubs soothing circles on my back, and I let out a satisfied little purr.

I realize what they’re planning for me when both of them start making minor adjustments to my body, lining me up on both ends.

Sam unzips first, quickly entering my mouth, and Nate isn’t far behind, as he slowly pushes into me from behind. The delicious stretch of him inside me hurts in the best way, and when he grips onto my waist for leverage, he begins slowly thrusting in and out.

In front, Sam copies the motion, which allows me just enough room to swirl my tongue around his head, but there’s no denying the obvious.

They have me pinned between them, and they’re using me to get themselves off. This becomes especially obvious when they both begin thrusting harder, treating my body like nothing more than their toy.

Sam goes to grab my nipples, pinching them hard, but my shriek is muffled by his length inside my mouth. Nate does the same to my clit.

“What a good toy she is,” Sam says. Just as Nate begins to respond, Sam plunges all the way into my throat, and with the way he holds me against him it makes it hard to breathe.

“Not a very good toy if she runs away from us, is she?” Nate replies, and Sam laughs. Nate copies what Sam did, plunging all the way into me from behind, truly pinning me between the two men.

I choke, but there’s nothing I can do. Not unless I want to safe signal, which I really don’t want to, not with how addicting it is to be used by these two like this.

To make matters worse, Nate starts slapping my ass, which makes me instinctively move my head further down onto Sam’s length. Each slap is accompanied by a gag around Sam’s cock, and the man moans every time it happens.

I’d glare at him if I could move at all.

I’m about to bite him when he finally pulls out, letting me breathe. Since his hands are no longer supporting my head, I fall onto the ground, just as Nate starts thrusting faster.

The new angle pushes me into the ground, coating my limbs in cold soil. Sam grabs my hair, pulling me up and pushing a yelp out of my throat. “Look how fucking dirty you are,” he mocks. “Just our dirty little cock sleeve.” I moan at his degradation and at the way Nate is fucking me.

“God!” I scream when his hips slam against my ass with particular harshness. “Sir, can I come?” I beg, not even sure who I’m begging.

Nate laughs, he fucking laughs. “No, of course not.”

I groan, but I know there’s no arguing with him. Instead, I sneak a hand under myself to touch my clit.

Sam obviously catches me, pulling my hand away from beneath me. “Don’t you fucking dare,” he demands, twisting my arm behind my back. I have to support myself on my other arm to keep from hitting the cold ground. “You tried to run from your masters, little girl. You’re not going to come all night.”

Dread pools in my stomach at his promise, yet I don’t protest. Not only is it useless, but when they take me like this, control my body like it’s not even mine, it’s hard to do anything but obey.

Nate finishes inside me with a moan, and he buckles over my back. When he pulls out, I look up at Sam with a questioning look, since he hasn’t come yet.

“What’s on your mind?” he asks with a sarcastic smile, like he absolutely knows what’s on my mind, but wants me to say it.

“You haven’t come yet, Sir.”

He hums. “Do you want to do something about that or are you just stating interesting facts?”

I push up onto my knees, making us nearly eye level. I then grab his cock in my hand and give it a few tugs, and his eyes widen. “Careful,” he warns. “If I come, you’re swallowing it all.

Nate chuckles from somewhere behind me. “You say that like she’s not eager for it already.”

Sam doesn’t look at him, instead looking into my eyes while I jerk him off. After a few minutes, he grabs my head and pushes my mouth onto his cock again, just as he comes, and I swallow each and every drop.

After being led back to the cabin, Sam pulls me into the bathtub to clean me off. Although we’re still deep in our dynamic (and both of them have made it clear my punishment is far from finished), the relaxing bath serves as a way to check in and prepare for the rest of the evening.

Sam skilfully cleans off my skin of all the dirt and washes my hair. Having a man wash my hair with his big, rough hands is better than sex, and I hum and purr whenever he applies extra pressure to my scalp.

“See what being a good girl gets you?” he asks when I moan a little. “When you try to run, you’ll just be used as our dirty little slut. When you listen to us, we’ll reward you and treat you well. You might even earn the right to come tomorrow.”

The fact that they’ve made it clear I’m not allowed to come tonight absolutely sucks, but I’m not about to risk losing the ability to come tomorrow as well. But that doesn’t mean my clit isn’t swollen and aching, or that I’m not anticipating my impending orgasm with nervous energy.

Nate comes to stand in the doorway of the bathroom then, just as Sam finishes rinsing off my hair. “Is she ready?”

“She’s as ready as she’ll ever be.” I can’t explain why, but the fact that they’re talking past me, yet about me, feels like the best type of degradation. I’m just their object to be used, and my opinion doesn’t matter. “Let’s get her dried off.”

They both dry me off, giving me some extra attention between my legs and on my nipples, and then they pull me back into my room.

It looks the same, except I see a few new items. The bed now has straps fastened to each leg, and on the bedside table, there are a few new toys. I feel dread when I see what they are.

One is a small, vibrating love egg, to be put inside the user’s vagina, and the other is a red ballgag.

While I stare at the items, Sam walks past me and Nate gently nudges me forward, leading me to the bed. They don’t need to tell me what to do, as it’s clear what’s expected of me. So, I lay my naked body down on the bed, spreading my limbs to each corner of the bed and allowing them to fasten them to the straps.

Once done, I’m spread completely for them, and there’s nothing I can do to do stop Nate as he pushes the ballgag into my mouth and Sam as he pushes the egg into my pussy.

They both move away when they’ve finished, and Nate begins explaining, “You’re staying here for a while, baby.” Sam then pulls out a remote control and turns on the vibrations. Even though they’re so weak, not nearly enough to come with, I still moan and buck off the bed at the sensation. “You’re not allowed to come,” Nate continues. “And we’re only letting you go when we’re convinced you’ve learned your lesson.”

Sam turns the vibrations up to max for just a second, and I scream into the gag at the sudden sensation. “Dude, chill out,” Nate reprimands. “At least let her warm up before you torture her.”

Sam just snickers, and I realize just how much this is going to kill me.

For the next while, each man takes turns staying in the room with me. It’s mostly to torture me, but also just to make sure I can safe signal if I want out. Though they both seem to be having a blast with the former aspect.

Sam is especially ruthless. Unlike Nate, he enjoys bringing the vibrator to its maximum setting for a second or two, then bringing it down all the way just before I can come. Nate is more methodical, giving me a slow buildup, but he’s just as skilled at keeping me from my orgasm.

And I’m completely spent. Sweat is coating every part of my skin at all the clenching and stretching I’m doing. The restraints around my limbs are digging into them painfully, but there’s nothing I can do to make them looser.

I’m completely at their mercy.

And when Sam pulls at my nipples, I realize just how powerless I am. I groan into my gag, and Sam releases a sadistic little laugh. “Aw, does it hurt?” he mocks. “It’s supposed to, you know. You’re lucky we even put the vibrator in your desperate little cunt.”

I moan when he ups the vibrations for another second, and I feel my orgasm just within reach when the vibrations calm again.

I can’t see myself down there properly, but I know I’m red and swollen to a painful degree. When Sam swipes a finger through my slit, it straight up hurts. He wipes himself off between my lips and the gag, forcing me to taste myself.

Nate enters the room, and at first I think they’re doing another switch, but instead, he says, “I think she’s had enough for now, Sam.” I nearly cry with relief when he says those words.

Sam hums. “Are you sure?” he mocks and pinches a nipple again. I groan and try to writhe away from him. “She seems to be enjoying herself.”

On instinct, I try to say, “I’m fucking not,” but the gag keeps my words in. It also hurts like hell when I try to talk, and Sam laughs when I groan at the pain.

“It’s been two hours, dude,” Nate continues, and I’d scoff in disbelief if I could. Two hours of torture.

“Yeah, yeah, I’m just messing with you.” Sam holds his hands up in surrender before he reaches for my gag. When he pulls it out, I let out a pained, loud groan. “You okay?” he asks, brushing some of my hair away from my face.

“Yeah,” I breathe, my voice strained thanks to the egg inside me. “Please get this thing out of me. Or make me come. Oh god, please do both.”

Nate laughs. “We’ll do the first one, but only since you’ve taken your punishment so well.” He finally pulls the egg out, stretching my walls a little as he does.

I nearly sob in relief when the aching vibrations in my pussy stop. Everything hurts, and I don’t think I could handle an orgasm right now, even if they gave me one.

“Such a good girl,” one of them praises, though I can’t pick out which through the fog surrounding me.

They untie me, and I gingerly rub my wrists. I’m led to the bathroom again, where they help me get ready for bed. I assume I’m going to sleep alone again, maybe with a locked door this time, but both men get in bed on either side of me.

“Can’t risk you giving yourself an orgasm, can we?” Nate mocks, and I nearly snicker.

I suppose not.

“Get some sleep,” Sam says while he gets into position to spoon me. “You should be well rested for tomorrow, little toy. We have plans for you.”

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