Joy is thoroughly put through her paces

With my hands shaking I pull the soft blanket away and get up. Padding over to the bed, I notice it was easily twice the size of a California King. Five or six people could comfortably sleep here. The bed was tall enough that I have to jump up a bit just to sit on the edge, and my feet are left dangling off the floor. I don’t bother covering myself up as it was clear part of Jonas’ ‘putting me through my paces’ was a visual inspection.

Jonas kept approaching me and pulling his own clothes off until he was nude. Like Isiah, he was over six feet tall by a few inches. His physique though was more akin to Atticus’ new body. Broad across the shoulders, a wide chest, six pack abs. Both his arms and his legs bulged with muscles. His manhood swung between his legs, soft but still thick and at least five or six inches long. But where Atticus’ body looked like it was brand new, Jonas bore the scars of a hard life. There were several healed wounds across his abdomen that looked like gunshot wounds. Like an automatic weapon sprayed across him side to side. There was a long, ragged scar going from just below his right shoulder to his left hip, like someone had tried to cut him in half. Frighteningly among various other healed wounds, there was a distinct branding on his left shoulder. In clear raised scarred flesh Jonas’ shoulder had an interlocking B, R, and V. He must have seen my eyes on his shoulder as he tapped it and said “It’s from a dead language called Spanish. Bandera Rancho Vaquero. You’re on the Bandera Rancho or Flag Ranch. My official title is cowboy or vaquero. B R V.”

When Jonas is standing right in front of me, I fight the urge to ask for leniency. I don’t have to remind myself that he and Isiah were the man to use the drone on me. Nor do I have to remind myself that his job is literally to wrangle girls like me. Reaching forward, Jonas grabs a handful of my hair and uses it to turn, twist, and move my head around. Looking closely, as well as using his other hand, he inspects my head and face thoroughly. He’s not particularly mean or rough, but he obviously has no care for my comfort in this process. I again get to experience fingers in my mouth as he not only has me suck on his fingers but jacks my jaw open wide as he checks on my teeth. Once he’s satisfied with my face and head, he continues his inspection lower.

The inspection of my body goes faster than the inspection of my head. I assume it’s because the Free Union made this body perfect with no scars or misshapen parts whatsoever. Jonas does take his time on my erogenous zones, tweaking both of my nipples in turn until I’m squirming in his grasp. When he’s done with my torso, he uses his handful of hair to direct me on to my hands and knees before continuing his inspection to my legs. His final inspection is my ass and pussy.

After making me blush a deep crimson by cupping, wiggling, and jiggling both of my ass cheeks, Jonas returns his fingers to my and starts sliding them between my sucking lips until he slips them free with a pop and turns his attention back to my rear. I let out a low grunt and bear down as I feel him start to press his finger to my asshole. I swear, he even sounded like he was talking to an animal as he released my hair and petted along my back saying “Shh shh shh, easy girl. Just relax and it will go easier. Keep biting down like that and it’ll still happen, it’ll just hurt more.”

Through sheer **** of will I make myself relax ‘back there’ and am rewarded by feeling Jonas’ thick finger slide into me. Again, he doesn’t seem to be doing this for his own pleasure, nor is he doing it to make me feel good or bad. He simply puts his finger in, feels around, pushes it in and out a few times, and then slides it out. I’m only given a moment to breathe easy before he starts working over my pussy. He’s through, inspecting and feeling the entirety of my lips, dipping first one and then two fingers into me as far as they’ll go, wiggling them around and sliding them in and out a few times, and finally moving up to slide around and play with my clitoral hood and clitoris.

I’m about to breathe a sigh of relief when I feel his hand clasp the back of my neck. His voice is still all business as he pushes down and says “Down. Cheek on the bedspread.”

I allow him to push me down until I turn my face away from him and rest my cheek on the smooth comforter. Leaving his hand on the back of my neck Jonas continues to hold me down as his other hand starts moving more deliberately between my legs. The comparison is easy as before he was obviously inspecting me, looking for defects or problems or issues. Now, he seems to be actually working me over in an attempt to bring pleasure. His fingers slide around my already at-attention clit without actually making contact. A moment later they’re slipping up and down the length of my lips, barely dipping inside of me for a bit. My breathing starts increasing as even against my will, I start to feel my pleasure rise. I feel myself growing wet.

Using the growing moisture, Jonas wets his fingers before moving them around my sphincter again. But this time he’s merely teasing there, slipping, sliding, and pushing but not trying to gain entry. Then back to my lips, sliding around, and up to my clit where he just barely skims the side of it. I let out a low moan before clamping my mouth shut. It’s shameful enough that I’m being inspected like a farm animal, but it’s so much worse to show him that he’s actually making me feel good. Unfortunately, there’s only so much I can do to deny him that knowledge as he continues to play me like a violin. Soon his fingers slip deep into me and start a rhythmic in and out motion that strongly reminds me of Noah when he made love to me. Through the fog of pleasure, I realize he has at least three fingers in me.

Just when I think he can’t do more to please me, Jonas does two things simultaneously that seal my fate. He starts curling his fingers and immediately drags across a place inside of me that feels like it’s never been touched. Again, and again, and again he moves over that part, and I feel my pleasure spike. That alone would have sent me to orgasm land but he also starts wiggling his thumb around my clitoris, hitting it directly every so often. This clitoral stimulation combined with what I can only imagine is him hitting my g-spot, sends me crying and screaming straight into bliss. My legs and back buck, but he continues to hold me in position as easily as a cowboy roping a calf.

When I’m finally spent, Jonas lowers me fully to the bed and rolls me onto my back. He climbs up over me and I see his face is completely unconcerned. He looks like he’s been working on a fuse box or a chemical experiment and not just fingering me unwillingly into climax. The only indication that he’s experienced anything approaching pleasure is his penis. It was between five and six inches soft, but now has grown to well over seven inches long. Its thickness finds its way to my wet pussy lips as he unpretentiously pushes my legs open and positions himself there. Without a warning of any kind he reaches between us and guides his cock to my pussy and pushes in. Before I can even ask for a moment to collect my thoughts, I’m again being fucked. With the same level of care that the seven men did before, Jonas starts pushing in and out of me like a machine. I know this is part of seeing how I’ll react and that it will be better for me to lie back and take it, but there’s a part of me that just can’t. It was bad enough when those men, one after the other, fucked me. I couldn’t do anything to stop it but at least I wasn’t seeing anything beyond the floor. Now, I’m looking up at this hulking man who is impassionedly looking back at me.

Reaching up with both hands I place them on Jonas’ chest and push. It’s like pushing against stone. There’s no movement from my efforts. All I get is a grunt as he repositions his weight onto one arm so that he can gather up my wrists in his other hand. Holding my wrists together he places them above my head and rests his weight on them, locking them away from my will until he’s done.

Closing my eyes, beaten and now held in this position, I try my best to just get through this. I have no idea if he’s going for a timed experience or if he needs me to orgasm again. It’s clear by the way he’s controlling everything else that he could get himself enough pleasure to orgasm whenever he wanted, so it has to be one or the other. When he speaks, it’s clear he’s working but his voice remains eerily calm and controlled. “Come on girl, this isn’t breeding. It’s fucking. You’re here to please someone and you don’t do that by lying still. Pushing me was good. Do more of that.”

Opening my eyes, I look up at Jonas and I’m unable to hide my anger. Everything just comes to a head at once. It’s not bad enough that I’ve been paraded around naked. Bound in various positions. Had a drone wrap me up and present me like a Christmas turkey. Sold into slavery. **** to endure this cowboy fingering me to an orgasm against my will and now **** to lie here and let him fuck me. Now, on top of all those indignities, I have to be a good lay. Fuck this!

Strength to strength I have no chance against Jonas. My arms together couldn’t move his hand holding me by simple effort. Nor could I push him off me even if I used my legs, hips, and back. But with leverage, with physics on my side, I can do plenty. Wrapping my legs around his is something I avoided as it felt more like an act of passion. But now I wrap my left leg around his right, purely as a point of grip. Raising my knee up, I firmly plant my right foot onto the mattress and wait for his rhythmic push and pull action to be right where I need it. When the timing and position are perfect, I twist my entire body, legs, hips, torso, chest, shoulders, and what I can get out of my arms, to roll Jonas over. I see his confident face turn into a smirk for just a moment before he feels the power behind my move. When he’s rolling over, I twist my wrists against each other as I pull hard against his hand and push hard against his thumb, freeing my right arm.

As soon as the roll is complete and I’m on top, straddling Jonas, I move as fast as I can. I push upward with both knees while leaning over to my left. The motion actually traps his gripping hand below my wrist as I somewhat leap into the air. I get enough lift to free myself from his cock and bring my leg over his hip. I aim my thigh straight for his groin while I simultaneously aim my arm for his throat, letting as much of my weight come down on those two points as possible. Considering that I’m working off the heat of the moment and I’m fighting against a man evidently trained to deal with girls like me, considering he must be double my weight and nearly three times my body strength, I’m surprised I got as much from this motion and action as I did. I didn’t really expect to land both hits.

Jonas, to his credit, made the right choice. As much as it must have hurt to have the majority of my weight come down on his unprotected balls and hard cock, having me land on his unprotected windpipe would have been much worse. As is, a shift of his shoulders had my elbow landing on the bedspread with my forearm uselessly landing on his collarbone.

I didn’t wait to see what his reaction was and instead started scrambling off the bed. If I’d had even got a glancing blow to his throat, I bet I’d have made it clear. But Jonas handled the pain from in between his legs like a champ and as I got over him and was moving to stand from the bed, I felt him turn and take a handful of my hair. I can’t stop the pained scream from coming out of my throat as he cruelly pulls me back and slams me onto my back on top of the bed. While my legs dangled off the edge, Jonas easily swings his leg over my body and sits down on my chest. He’s obviously done this before as his lower legs push in and trap my arms between them and my own body. I’m left looking up at his cock above me and further up, his grinning face. It’s the first time he’s smiled.

Breathing a little hard he scootches back until he’s still on my chest but his cock is resting between my breasts. “That was a surprise, Joy. I thought a svelte little thing like you would be all smoke. I’ll be sure to let Mr. Bennington know you actually have some fire. He likes to be the first to cum inside of his girls so I normally see what a girl can do and then finish off myself later. But you’ve got my attention and I want to give you something to remember me by!”

And with that Jonas leans forward, spits on his cock that’s already slick with my own juices, and then pushes my breasts together around it. I start to frantically wiggle around, trying to buck or push him off me. But where I had a little leverage before, I have none now. Instead, I now have a close up view of his cock sliding in and out of the valley made of my breasts held together. It was clear I wasn’t getting out of this position and needed to focus on minimizing the horrible culmination of his work. Pushing my head as far as I could into the plush bed I turned to look to the right and actually strained my neck, hoping when he finally got off, he’d cum on my ear and hair. Evidently seeing what I was doing, Jonas let go of my breasts, leaned over, and pulled several pillows to us. Systematically he pulled my head up and laid the pillows out below me until I was in an even worse position.

Instead of lying flat, my head was now propped up closer to the action. There were enough pillows to either side of my head that I couldn’t turn away by more than an inch. Satisfied with his work, Jonas again pushed my tits together and started sliding his cock in and out between them. On his first full stroke I realized just how bad this new propped up position was as at his furthest forward Jonas was not only pushing his cock between my breasts but pushing it far enough that its spongy head pressed against my lips. Once again, I pushed back as far as I could, straining my neck painfully, but I could only push back by about an inch.

Jonas took his time and was enjoying both this action and the show I was putting on. By the time he was grunting and getting close, my neck started to give out. Each thrust Jonas grew louder. Each thrust my face grew closer. When he finally gave a loud groan and pushed as far forward as he could, he still had his cock right against my lips. Pulse after pulse, Jonas shot his cum directly onto my lips. It splashed everywhere. Onto my lips, onto my chin, onto my cheeks, and worst of all, up into my nose. All I could do was lie there and take it, keeping my lips clamped shut, closing my eyes, and listening to my own muffled high-pitched squeaks of protest. I’m sure that Jonas enjoyed what I sounded like as even in the depths of my humiliation, I had to admit it sounded sexy as hell.