Chapter 26

CHAPTER 26

L ucas

I had watched Alice very carefully as my teammates had shed their robes. Everything I knew about her and everything in the meticulous analysis provided by Selecta told me that her buried fantasies of group sex, when brought to life, could help her achieve a breakthrough. I had also, of course, meant every word I said about punishing her for the stunt the photographer had tricked Alice into playing. Whether or not this girl of my dreams decided to return to me, the punishment fit the crime, and it would teach her the lesson she had earned.

Alice’s sheer physical response when she had grasped what she saw—that the team was jerking off at the sight of her being soundly whipped for her misbehavior—had exceeded all my expectations. The shudder of sheer need that had gone through her adorable little body atop the bench, the way her sweet, bare pussy, between her spread thighs, had visibly clenched, and the squirming of her already pink bottom… all of it had demonstrated that my wonderful, brilliant little whore might indeed be discovering the depth of her submissive needs—not to mention my own skill at meeting them.

Almost as gratifying was the response from my teammates. I knew a few of them to be dedicated dominants like me, but I also understood that some of them hadn’t felt entirely comfortable with the idea of watching Alice’s whipping. The absolutely obvious arousal she felt at the sight of their powerful bodies and their rigid cocks, though, had converted the more vanilla members of the squad instantly.

Even young Colin Corday, who had seemed the most diffident of them, had the expression of a true dominant as he used his strong fingers to demonstrate his mastery of a naughty, submissive pussy’s hidden pleasure. Alice cried out through her wadded panties, her hips jerking desperately, lifting her backside to beg her youthful trainer of the moment for more.

“That’s it, Colin,” Leo said, encouraging the swift-footed, rock-abbed striker. “Like that. See how bad she needs it?”

I got undressed myself as I watched. Standing behind Alice, I tossed aside my loafers, then quickly stripped off my blazer, my pants, my shirt, my briefs. Alice’s head rose, then bowed, first lifting her chin as if she couldn’t bear not to look at the men stroking their huge, hard cocks in front of her and when she did she found she couldn’t bear the obscene sight. She whimpered around the underwear she had gotten so wet with her need, and looked again.

As naked as my teammates, now, I walked all the way around until Leo and Tomas, standing just in front of Alice, separated to let me through. She cried out, her eyes wide, her tearstained cheeks bright red, when she caught sight of me. In her eyes I saw a plea and my heart rose as I recognized it as beseeching me not to stop, but to give her even more.

“I’m going to fuck this little whore’s face,” I told the team. “If you gentlemen would take turns keeping her cunt nice and wet, as a way to teach her obedience, I’d be very grateful.”

Alice

I could barely believe I had heard Lucas’ words correctly. Then I saw him take a step forward, his free hand reaching toward my face.

My heart raced as his fingers grasped the edge of my panties, still wadded in my mouth. Slowly, almost tenderly, he pulled them free. I gasped, gulping in air, my jaw aching from being held open for so long.

“Open,” Lucas commanded.

I obeyed without hesitation, my lips parting eagerly. Lucas gripped his thick shaft, guiding it toward my waiting mouth. The musky scent of his arousal filled my nostrils as the smooth head of his cock brushed against my lips.

“That’s it, ma chère ,” Lucas murmured as he pushed inside. “Take it all.”

I moaned around his length as he filled my mouth, the taste of him exploding on my tongue. Lucas began to move, thrusting slowly at first, then picking up speed. I hollowed my cheeks, sucking eagerly as he fucked my face.

Behind me, I felt hands on my hips, fingers probing my dripping folds. I couldn’t tell who it was—Tomas? Leo? Colin? It didn’t matter. All that mattered was the exquisite sensation of being filled at both ends, used for the pleasure of these powerful men.

“Fuck, she’s so wet,” a deep voice commented with a chuckle. Thick fingers plunged inside me.

“Do me a favor,” I heard Lucas say, his voice sounding miles away and above me. “Use her cunt juice to get that asshole nice and slippery. I’m going to use all her holes today.”

I whimpered around Lucas’ cock as I felt fingers probing my most intimate opening. The touch was gentle but insistent, spreading the abundant wetness from my pussy to the tight button Lucas had just begun to train before I had pushed him away. I squirmed against my bonds, equal parts nervous and aroused at the thought of being taken there again.

“That’s it,” Lucas encouraged, his hips never stopping their steady rhythm as he fucked my mouth. “Get her nice and ready. I’ve had her there, but only once.”

I felt a finger breach the tight ring of muscle, sliding in slowly but steadily. The stretch burned slightly, but the pain was quickly overtaken by a wave of pleasure as whoever was behind me curled their finger, hitting a spot inside me that made me see stars.

“ Mon dieu , she’s tight back here,” the voice behind me marveled.

“Not for long,” Lucas chuckled darkly.

I moaned around Lucas’ cock, the vibrations making him groan in pleasure. His hands tangled in my hair, holding me steady as he picked up his pace.

“You love this, don’t you?” Lucas growled, his blue eyes boring into mine. “Being used by all these men, treated like the little whore you are.”

I could only whimper in response, tears of shame and arousal streaming down my cheeks. But I couldn’t deny the truth in his words. My body was on fire, every nerve ending singing with pleasure. The fingers in my ass—two now, I realized with a jolt—were stretching me to my limit, but it felt somehow terribly right as well as terribly degrading.

I heard Tomas’ voice from behind me. “She’s ready, Lucas. This tight little asshole is as prepared as it’s going to be.”

Lucas gave a few final, deep thrusts into my mouth before slowly withdrawing. I gasped for air as he pulled out, a mixture of saliva and pre-cum trailing from my lips to the tip of his cock. He ran a thumb over my lower lip, his eyes dark with desire.

“Good girl,” he murmured. “Now it’s time for your real training to begin.”

I whimpered softly as Lucas moved around behind me, his absence leaving me feeling strangely bereft. But I didn’t have long to dwell on the feeling. The team shifted, moving to stand in front of me. My eyes widened as I took in the sight of their impressive erections, each one hard and straining, mere inches from my face.

I felt Lucas’ hands on my hips, his grip firm and possessive. “This little slut isn’t permitted to come without permission,” he told the team. “Isn’t that right, ma petite salope ?”

I nodded frantically, my voice barely above a whisper as I replied, “ Oui, Monsieur .”

Without further warning, Lucas thrust into me, burying himself to the hilt in one smooth motion. I cried out at the sudden fullness, my inner walls clenching around his thick shaft. He set a punishing pace, fucking hard and fast, using me brutally for his cock’s enjoyment.

Lucas’ powerful thrusts shook my entire body, the bench creaking beneath us. Each stroke sent shockwaves of pleasure radiating through me, my sensitive walls clinging to his thick shaft as he withdrew only to be stretched wide again as he plunged back in. The sound of flesh slapping against flesh filled the air, punctuated by my desperate moans and Lucas’ grunts of exertion.

“Look at how eagerly she takes my cock,” Lucas growled to the team. “Such a greedy little cunt.”

I flushed with shame at his crude words, but I couldn’t deny their truth. My body was on fire, every nerve ending singing with pleasure. I could feel my arousal dripping down my thighs, my inner walls fluttering and clenching around Lucas’ rigid length.

“Remember, little slut,” Lucas panted, never slowing his relentless pace, “no coming without permission.”

The team murmured their appreciation, their hands moving faster over their straining erections as they watched Lucas use me so thoroughly. The air was thick with the scent of sex and sweat, the atmosphere electric with lust and anticipation.

I could feel my orgasm building, a tidal wave of pleasure threatening to crash over me. I bit my lip hard, trying desperately to hold back the flood. But Lucas seemed determined to push me to my limits. His fingers found my clit, circling the sensitive bud with practiced skill.

“Please,” I whimpered, my voice high and desperate. “Please, Monsieur , I need to come. Please let me come!”

Lucas’ fingers continued their merciless assault on my clit as he pounded into me. “Not yet, ma chère ,” he growled. “You haven’t earned it.”

I sobbed in frustration, my body trembling on the edge of release. Every thrust sent jolts of pleasure through me, building and building with nowhere to go. I could feel sweat beading on my skin, my muscles clenching and unclenching as I fought against my impending orgasm.

“Please,” I begged again, tears streaming down my face. “I’ll do anything. Just let me come. Please, Monsieur !”

Lucas’ rhythm faltered for a moment, and I sensed him looking at the team. “What do you think, gentlemen? Has our naughty girl earned her release?”

A chorus of agreement filled the air, making me moan with need even as my cheeks flushed with humiliation.

“Very well,” Lucas said, his voice husky with arousal. “Come for me, Alice. Come now.”

As if my body had been waiting for his command, pleasure exploded through me. Wave after wave of ecstasy crashed over me as I came, my inner walls clenching rhythmically around Lucas’ thick shaft. I cried out, beyond caring how wanton I sounded.

“Oh God, oh God, thank you, Monsieur ,” I half whispered, half moaned. “Thank you… thank you…”

Lucas’ grip on my hips tightened as he rode out my orgasm, his thrusts becoming erratic. Just as the last aftershocks of pleasure rippled through me, he suddenly withdrew, leaving me feeling achingly empty.

“Now for the final lesson,” Lucas growled, his voice thick with lust.

I felt the blunt head of his cock pressing against the prepared entrance of my whipped bottom. Despite the careful stretching, I wasn’t sure I could take him. He felt impossibly huge, the pressure already intense before he’d even breached me.

“Relax, ma chère ,” Lucas commanded, his voice stern and demanding.

I tried to obey, to relax my muscles as Lucas began to push inside me. But the stretch was overwhelming, a burning pressure that made me gasp and whimper. Tears pricked at the corners of my eyes as the thick head of his cock began to impale my still nearly virgin bottom.

“Oh, God,” I sobbed, my voice muffled by the bench. “It’s too much. I can’t…”

“You can and you will,” Lucas growled, his grip tightening on my hips. “Take it like a good girl.”

He pressed forward inexorably, stretching me wider than I thought possible. The burn intensified, a sharp ache that radiated outward from my core. I bit my lip hard, trying to stifle my cries as Lucas slowly buried himself inside me.

I felt mastered, dominated, punished in a way I had never imagined—and above all never imagined I might find so… if not pleasurable, truly, then right . Necessary. My keeper’s enormous erection had a painful but just lesson to teach me—one I had earned, had shown with my misbehavior that I desperately needed.

And yet, even as discomfort bordering on pain flooded my senses, I felt an undeniable thrill of arousal. My pussy clenched and fluttered, desperate for stimulation. The fullness in my bottom was overwhelming, making me acutely aware of every nerve ending in that sensitive area.

Lucas paused when he was fully seated inside me, perhaps giving me a moment to adjust—more likely simply enjoying the feeling of having his cock buried in the backside he had claimed for himself. I could feel him throbbing within me, the heat of his rigid shaft searing my insides. My breath came in short, ragged gasps as I struggled to process the intense sensations.

“So tight,” Lucas groaned, his voice thick with pleasure. “Your ass feels even sweeter than your cunt, ma petite salope .”

Lucas began to move, slowly withdrawing before pushing back in. Each thrust sent a tsunami of sensation through my body. The burn had faded to a dull ache, giving way to an indescribable fullness that left me gasping.

I had bowed my head as my keeper began to impale me, but now I threw it back at the sheer intensity of the sensation, and I caught sight again of the huge, naked men in front of me, each of them with his rigid penis in his hand.

I felt like Lucas should fuck me harder, should whip me again for the way those cocks affected me. They made me faint with desire even as I felt utterly objectified. My eyes rose to look at Tomas, at Colin, only to see how their gazes were fixed further back, at the obscene joining of Lucas’ hardness with my most private opening.

As Lucas picked up his pace, I became acutely aware of the throbbing need between my legs. My clit pulsed with every thrust, begging for attention. I longed to slip a hand between my thighs, to circle that sensitive bud and chase the pleasure I knew was just out of reach. But my wrists were bound to the legs of the bench.

Lucas’ grip on my hips tightened as he pounded into me harder. The lewd sound of flesh slapping against flesh filled the room, mingling with my muffled cries and Lucas’ grunts of pleasure. I could feel my breasts bouncing with each powerful thrust, my sensitive nipples rubbing against the plastic of the bench.

My body was on fire, every nerve ending singing with a mixture of pain and pleasure. I could feel my inner walls clenching rhythmically, desperate for stimulation.

The ache in my clit was becoming unbearable. I squirmed beneath Lucas, desperate for friction against my throbbing clit. The movement caused him to sink even deeper inside me, drawing a strangled moan from my lips.

Lucas’ thrusts became more erratic, his breathing ragged. I could feel him swelling inside me, stretching me even further. The sensation was overwhelming, a mixture of pain and pleasure that left me gasping.

“I’m close,” Lucas growled, his voice thick with lust. “But I think our little slut deserves a proper reward for taking her punishment so well, don’t you agree, gentlemen?”

A chorus of agreement filled the air, making me shiver with anticipation and shame. I heard the sounds of flesh on flesh intensify as the team stroked themselves faster.

“That’s it,” Lucas panted, his hips snapping against my tender bottom. “Cover her. Mark her as the team’s little whore.”

I felt the first splash of warm seed on my back, followed quickly by another on my shoulder. Soon, my skin was being painted with the team’s release. I could feel it dripping down my sides, pooling in the small of my back. The musky scent of sex filled the air, making my head spin.

Someone moved closer, and I felt the hot splash of semen on my cheek. I gasped, my eyes flying open just in time to see Tomas finish stroking himself, the last few drops of his seed landing on my parted lips.

“Fuck,” Lucas groaned, his thrusts becoming wild and uncontrolled. “I’m going to fill this tight little ass.”

With a final, powerful thrust, Lucas buried himself in my punished bottom, his lap pressed against my little cheeks. I felt his hot seed pulse into me and a wave of exhaustion overtook me; I seemed to travel far away as I heard him deliver his final message to the team.

“I’m retiring after this season,” Lucas told them. “I need to spend more time in Paris, taking care of ma chère Alice , if she’ll let me.”

“I’ll…” I tried to say, as he pulled his hardness out of me. My lips moved, but I didn’t hear any sound come out.

I’ll let you , I kept trying to say, without success, as I grew dimly aware of the team dressing and departing. Of Lucas freeing me from the bench and carrying me to the showers as if I weighed nothing at all. Of him washing me clean, as I whimpered at the touch of the soapy towel against my bruised pussy, my whipped, then brutally fucked bottom.

Of how he stood behind me, both of us naked in the shower, and with his enormous hand gently, gently brought me to a final orgasm as I sobbed in release and discomfort and love.

“I’ll… I’ll…” I cried out, as Lucas’ hand moved over the place that belonged to him.

“Yes, ma chère ?” he murmured into my ear.

“I’ll let you,” I whimpered. “Please… I’ll let you take care of me.”

The End