Hit, Hit, Hit, Bust

“Ye-yes,” you shudder.

Black Jack releases his hold on your nipple, “Good.” He stands at your side, fingers trailing over your abdomen. Digits to folds. You squirm, and his free hand pulls you closer, holding you still between him and it. “Mmm, already wet for me.”

His fingers dip into you, a moan escaping your lips. “Shhh, now,” he says, his hand leaving you, two wet fingers placed against your lips, “Don’t want to distract everyone now do we?” He returns to fingering you.

You bite your lip, the taste of yourself on your lips. Stifling any noise as best you can, Black Jack holds you against him, his fingers digging into your hip, while others plunge your moist depths. “You don’t wish to join Team Rocket,” he growls, his hot breath on your ear. “But how about you give up on all this trainer bullshit? You can have a place as my personal sex toy.” He bites at your earlobe, kneading your flesh between his teeth.

Your stomach churns, does he really think that’d be a reasonable offer? “You’d live a life of luxury, only knowing pleasure and desire. Of course you’d have to grow out your bush,” he scrapes his nails along your shaven mound. “This new generation hating their hair, quite the shame.”

The burning left by his scratches lingers on your mound, his hand sinking back beneath your folds. “What do you say?” he growls, his fingers plunging within you. His rough palm against your clit.

“Nah-no,” the words squeak out between attempts to stifle your moans.

His pace quickens, “Give yourself to me.” Your pussy clings to his fingers, trying to draw forth its pleasure.

“Errhm-nah-nah-no,” you barely manage to get out.

His attentions intensify. Your legs quivering as an orgasm approaches. “You know you want to be nothing more than a toy,” he growls. Each sinking knuckle feeling ecstatic. “Well?” You bite your lip, not sure you can talk at the moment. “Answer me,” his free hand, leaves your hip, red marks dug into your flesh, the fingers now wrap around your throat. The pressure just enough to threaten more, but not enough to prevent you **** out an answer.

You steady yourself mentally. Wanting to stay in control of yourself. But as you start, “Nuh—“ Black Jack sinks a third finger into your pussy, and you shout, “NAH-NO.”

And on the verge of orgasm, Black Jack’s fingers pause. “Now, I believe I told you to remain quiet.” He disentangles himself from you, his hand leaving your neck and panties. He steps to in front of you, and a wet slap smears your own fluids across your stinging face. “We’ll just have to gag you then,” he says. He grabs the front of your panties, giving a tug. You hear fabric starting to rip, the waist digging into your supple flesh. You wince, and he pulls again, and again. Each tug being accompanied by more rips and biting sensations. Until finally your panties give up, a final rip and bite and your torn panties are held in Black Jack’s hand.

“These should do,” he says, balling up the ruined garment. He forces them into your mouth, the taste of your fluids infused in the crotch. “Now tell me what do you want?”

“Mmmhmm,” you say, your words muffled by the panties in your mouth. But you doubt he’d just leave you alone even he could understand your words.

He circles around you, “If you wish.” You jump, a stifled scream dying among your panties, as his hand comes down hard upon your ass. “Steady,” he commands, one hand returning to your neck. Another spanking, and another. Your ass turns redder with each strike, the pain building. “Should I stop? Or do you want more?”

“Nnnhhh,” you try to speak, but you’re fairly certain Black Jack will do as he pleases.

Smack, smack, smack. You wiggle under each strike, being kept in place by the strong hold on your throat. “Had enough?” he laughs, and after a mumbled reply he continues with, “No? How about now?” His hand comes down in another flurry of strikes. You scream into the gag, each strike strokes the fire spreading across your bottom.

You’ve lost track of the number of spankings, your mind just trying to block out the pain. Black Jack releases his hold. Your legs are shaking from the flaring pain. He removes his shirt, folding it and placing it on a nearby seat. You can tell that in the past Black Jack was likely a built individual, but now extra pounds and age obscure any lingering definition.

“Now, enough of your pleasure,” he gives you a wink and a devilish grin. Your pleasure? Your ass would disagree. “Now for mine,” he strokes his cock, stepping behind you. His touch stings as he steadies you, lining up his cock with your entrance. You moan into the panties, his cock slamming fully into your depths. His hips crash into your sore and sensitive behind.

His fingers dig into your waist. Each thrust sending a shockwave of sensations, your depths splitting for his cock and your abused ass being hit with each thrust. You try to keep yourself steady, but the fucking is rough and intense. Your top half sways with each thrust, your tits bouncing, your hair flying every way.

You look around at the room. All of your fellow competitors being used for other’s pleasure. You can’t see any of your friends, for a second you think you see Daisy being led through the room crawling on all fours. But honestly she could’ve been anyone else.

Your legs are shaking, sweat slapping between your bodies, fingers deep into the softness of your hips. “Fuck,” he growls from behind you. He hilts himself in your wetness, groaning as you feel the swell and throb of his cock within you. Warmth filling you with his release.

You drop to the ground when he suddenly releases his hold. You hadn’t realized how much support you’d been relying upon his hold. Your knees hit the rug, and your core doesn’t catch itself, so your chest hits next. You breathe heavy, Black Jack’s laughter filling your ears, your vision focusing on a nearby blonde tied to a turntable. The man spinning her to repeatedly go from ass to mouth and back again.

“Let’s see what time is it?” Black Jack checks his watch. “I think I have time for another spin, before I have to greet the general public.” It’s not over. Of course, even if Black Jack were done with you, you still have the rest of the event ahead of you. But part of you had at least relaxed melting into the rug with the knowledge that he was done with you at least.

You push up from the ground, but Black Jack places his heel between your shoulders and pushes you back to the floor. “You’re good right there.” He kneels behind you, lifting your hips up, pulling you to your knees. Ass up, head down. He once again plunges his stiffness into you. He leans over you, his hands resting on the back of shoulders, his weight pushing you into the floor.

Each thrust threatens to shove you through the floor. You can hear each squelch as he thrusts through his own creampie. The blonde you were watching before is spun around once again. This time you can see the man’s cum dripping from her gaping ass. As she cleans his cock of his frothing cum, the man with who you’d thought was Daisy approached. But now that they’re closer, you can see it’s not Daisy, but her sister Paris. She wears a headband with Eevee ears and a tail that you can only assume is attached to a butt plug. The two men gesture, you can’t hear them from here though. And then Paris rises to her feet, and buries her face between the blonde’s cheeks.

Black Jack growls you can feel his cock swelling again. His third orgasm quickly approaching. You moan into your panty gag when he quickly pulls out. He clambers over you, and inches from your face strokes himself to completion. His cum streaks across your face, your cheek, dribbling down to your nose, a warm line being drawn across you forehead. Without him behind you, you let your knees slide out from beneath you, once again leaving you lying on the rug.

“Fucking hells,” Black Jack pants. He reaches into your open mouth, pulling your panties out by a spit soaked scrap. Your jaw aches. “Are you sure you don’t want to be my personal play thing?”

The stinging of your ass, the soreness of your jaw, and the humiliating feel of his cum on your face. “Fuck you,” you say without thinking, your feelings pouring out.

“What a shame,” he gives that devilish grin once again. “Now I wouldn’t want to leave this mess for the next guy,” he takes your panties in hand and rubs them across your face, collecting every drop of jizz. “There all clean,” and he pushes the soiled garment back into your mouth. “Now be a good girl and have some fun,” he laughs, giving your ass another hard slap as he stands and walks away.

You lay there unmoving, waiting for whatever comes next. Paris is now making out with the blonde, the guy fucking her from behind once again. Maybe if you just lay here, you’ll blend into the background. Just another piece of furniture.