Extreme Submission: Stories of Sex on the Edge by Audra Morgan Page A

laugh and mutter something under his breath.  Did they just high five each other?  I tried to stop myself from crying, but tears began to flow.
    I sensed another person enter the room.  Were there three now?  I heard an air conditioner kick on, and as I felt the cool air rush across my exposed flesh, I grew quite upset about the loss of my beloved hoodie.  I quickly realized I had more pressing matters at hand when I felt my shoes being yanked off and my pants violently removed.  The blade wasn't used this time, but I had a feeling those jeans would never be the same again.  It occurred to me I may not be either. 
    I jumped as I felt a sharp pain course through me, and I realized I'd been struck by a very strong hand.  The hand struck me again, and once more, this time even harder.  My ass was on fire.  I let out a small whimper, but I tried not to cry any more.  After the earlier warnings to remain quiet, I had a feeling that being witnessed crying might yield extremely undesirable results.  I couldn't have been more wrong.
    "O h, she thinks she's a tough one," one of the men said with a laugh.  "I guess we need to teach her a lesson."  His hand made violent contact with my ass again and again, in exactly the same spot, until I thought I couldn't possibly bear any more. He stopped, and I heard heavy footsteps as he walked across the room.  "Your turn, my hand hurts," he muttered with another laugh.  Seconds later, I felt a smaller hand brush across what had to be the biggest welt an ass had ever experienced.  The hand felt icy cold, and I had to stifle a sigh at the tiny amount of relief it provided.  That relief was regrettably short-lived.  The hand began to slap my other ass cheek, far too many times for me to count.  He wasn't as strong as his cohort.  Be thankful for small mercies, I thought to myself sardonically as my brain began to completely shut down.  Nothing hurt any more, and I felt myself almost floating outside my body. It was much better there, where I couldn't feel the stings of that strange, tireless hand. 
    M y mind was propelled back into my body by the sound of whispering across the room.  I couldn't make out the words.  The hand that had been destroying my ass was suddenly grasping my hair and yanking my head back.  I heard the sound of a zipper and then two men laughing.  "Open your mouth, Bitch."  My head was pulled back even more, and I felt a cock forcing itself against my lips.  "Now! Or do you want another beating?"  I opened my mouth and instantly gagged as the cock thrust mercilessly against the back of my throat.   Tears streamed down my cheeks as I tried my very hardest not to vomit.  The cock slammed into my mouth over and over, with harder and harder thrusts.  "That's right.  Take it, Whore."  I didn't think I could take another second.  He finally eased up, and just as I thought I would surely pass out from lack of oxygen, I was able to catch my breath.  I heard another zipper unzipping, and two hands yanked my hips up off the sofa.  My panties were unceremoniously torn from my body, and a cock pushed roughly against my ass.  I jumped as it brushed painfully across the welts.  "Keep still. Don't you dare move again.”
    T he cock shoved its way into my ass, and I made an effort to remain still despite the searing pain.  The other man continued to fuck my mouth, and as they plunged into me in unison, I began to leave my body once again.  The pain was miraculously transformed from unbearable to almost indiscernible.  Everything was suddenly wonderfully numb as the men continued to pound into me for what seemed like an eternity.  I was lamentably roused from this nearly blissful state by two hands viciously grasping my ass cheeks, right on the welts.  I shrieked loudly, unable to obey the repeated warnings to remain silent.  Despite my anesthetized state, the pain was worse than anything I had ever imagined.  With a cock still in my mouth and