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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