Piss Shy, Part Ten

Disclaimer: The content of this story is a little bit harsher and a little more intense than most of the experiences I have written about on here. Please keep in mind that I had safe words – “yellow” for slow down or do less, “red” for stop. The things I did were done willingly and enthusiastically, even when I demonstrated reluctant or fearful behavior. I like to be scared and I like to feel psychologically exhausted, and this experience allowed me to tread some harsher waters. So, I hope you’ll stick along for the ride.

We moved back into the living room and Lida and I mercifully got a little break after the degradation in the bathroom. Flint pulled the blindfold over Macy’s eyes and had her lie down, while I helped Lida and WRM hold her still as Flint spanked her pussy. The slaps were so hard that her skin rippled, but she took the whole ordeal like a trooper. She even handled him hitting her with a toy that looked like the antenna on a car from the 90s.

Afterwards, Flint had me lie back down while the other girls held me. “You ever hear of a hitachi?” he asked as the blindfold went on. I groaned an affirmative and he laughed. “You know what it is, then?”

“Hell,” I replied with a huff. “This isn’t fair, I’m not allowed to cum.”

I heard Flint plug the hitachi in and felt its end push up against my pussy. “Well, then don’t.” He switched it on and I gritted my teeth, breathing hard and trying to keep myself under control.

I’ve never had a hitachi pushed up against my pussy before without panties or stockings to act as a buffer, and I soon discovered that I am entirely too sensitive for it. I kept arching up and away from it, exclaiming that it was just entirely too much. To add to the discomfort, WRM shoved some of her fingers into my pussy. She’s got long nails, which just do not work with fingering at all (I don’t know how the girls in lesbian porn do it). Overall, the whole ordeal was profoundly awful, so I guess I didn’t have to worry about cumming. 

That is, until Flint took charge of the situation once WRM withdrew her fingers and, thankfully, the hitachi was removed from my pussy. “Macy, come here,” I heard him say, “Learning experience.” I felt his fingers – they were large enough that I figured they weren’t Macy’s – slip into my pussy, which was still sore from WRM’s nails. “Here’s how to make a girl cum.”

My eyes widened under the blindfold and I tried to squirm away, “no! I can’t!”

“Now, take two fingers and try to find the spongy part right up in the back,” he explained calmly, didactically, totally ignoring my protests. I whined as I felt his fingers brush my g-spot. He patted my pubis almost clinically, “it should be right here but on the inside." 

His fingers slipped out of me and I felt Macy’s slip in in their place. Lida and WRM held me down while Flint took a cold water bottle and rolled it over my body. The low temperature almost burned, and the condensation left in its wake made my skin incredibly sensitive as he started slapping it.

"You’re a whore, you know that?” Flint said as he grabbed my throat, choking me while Macy ground her fingers into my g-spot. “You met these people, what, a week ago? Do you know anybody’s last name here?”

“N…no,” I stammered out as he let go of my throat. Something in me snapped out of the seriousness of the situation, and I started laughing. I didn’t know anybody’s last name, and I absolutely loved that. The whole situation was absurd, preposterous. I’d thrown myself into the belly of the beast, finally attended a play party in my new city, and suddenly I was involved in a fivesome (orgy?) with four people I’d just met. “I’m a whore,” I said between laughs, “I’m a whore.”

Flint grabbed hold of my throat once more, which pulled me back into the situation. Macy ground my g-spot harder, and I lurched forward as I felt a splash from the bottle of cold water being dumped onto my chest. I gasped loudly and Flint slapped my breast, the cold water intensifying the pain of the hit.

I forget what I said now, but it was something super sassy towards Flint. Suddenly, I felt pain tearing through my chest and upper rib, and I though that Flint had hit me with the bottle. Turns out, he just slapped me a little harder. Regardless, I curled up, groaning in pain. “You asshole. You’re a jerk.”

“Glad you figured it out,” Flint rolled me back into position on the towel and I felt the hitachi being applied to my pussy again. “Now, I don’t care that you’re not allowed to cum. You’re here to entertain us and we’re going to make you cum.”

“I’ll get in trouble!” I argued, arching off of the hitachi.

Flint applied pressure to my hips, holding me down. “Good.”