Parking

Mistress Adeline came out, handed over the keys, her heady scent faded, someone got in, the car rolled for a moment before stopping, she heard the valet say,

• Guys, we have a little bonus: a little female dog in heat we need to take care of. Can you help me?

Two voices spoke up: "You bet my boy, it's not every day you get to have fun like this when you're working."

Emma heard the men's heavy footsteps approaching, their hearty laughter echoing through the hoods. Rough fingers grasped the cage, making it creak as they pulled it toward the back of the SUV. One of them slipped a hand between the bars, casually pinching the damp skin of her thigh while another snapped his seatbelt.

• Come on, get out of here, you little slut, a hoarse voice growled.

Emma struggled to get out but managed. Hands began to caress her without any gentleness, another slapped her buttocks viciously.

Emma felt a brutal hand grab the hood and pull back, exposing her bound mouth, freeing the leather jaw. The oily fingers of one of the men slid under the straps, searching for the buckle. A sharp snap sounded as the gag gave way, freeing her lips.

• Open wide, female dog, a voice growled as the smell of stale tobacco and sweat invaded her. She had to welcome a tongue that roughly explored her mouth.

That cock is good, I'll have to give one to my wife.

One of the men pinched her breasts and began to nibble on her nipples, another slapped her buttocks, Emma began to moan.

We're going to be able to take down a bourgeois who's playing the female dog, we're going to be able to get **** on the bitches who snub us.

Emma felt a rough palm land on her cheek while another hand cupped the back of her neck, forcing her to dive further into the smell of sweat and rancid leather. The man's fingers tangled in her hair, pulling her head back with a sneer, exposing her throbbing throat.

• You have a beautiful whore's mouth, you can see you're used to being served, one of them growled.

A penis presented itself in front of her mouth. She didn't want to see or know. Being treated like this would have revolted her a while ago, but now she was wet at being delivered to strangers without being able to defend herself or see what awaited her.

Hey guys, look at her back, she likes being brutalized. She has some nice whip marks. You'll have to please her. Get out your belts, guys. We're going to give her 5-star service.

Emma heard the metallic clang of belt buckles unfastening, followed by the sinister hiss of leather sliding through the belt loops. The first strap slashed through the air before crashing across her shoulder blades, leaving a dull burn that radiated beneath her skin. She arched her back in spite of herself, the silicone plug pushed deeper when a second man drew a muffled cry from her, striking lower, the leather biting into the small of her back.

• Do you like that? Kid, it's a change from the bourgeois dancers who did that to you.
• Oh yes, sir, but you're not up to it, or maybe you're little girls.

The man's raspy voice burst into laughter, stale tobacco filling the air around Emma as a hand gripped her hair, forcing her head back. She felt the leather of the belt hiss again before a violent blow slashed across her already marbled buttocks, eliciting a muffled moan from her parted mouth.

The three of them began using their belts on her buttocks, her thighs, her breasts; it felt so good. The leather straps cut through the air in a brutal rhythm, slashing against her skin with cruel precision. Emma gasped, each blow leaving a trail of fire across her body, each impact making her shudder and arch her back despite herself. The men snickered as they saw her nipples harden under the blows, her thighs tremble as the leather bit into the tender flesh of her hips.

• Okay, let's go get her. Time's ticking, we might as well enjoy the little female dog.

They **** her to her knees, one behind her and the other in front while another whipped her. When she screamed, the cock of a well-hung man nearly suffocated her as another penetrated her mercilessly.

The man's fingers crushed her cheeks, forcing her jaw open even wider, while the rough member scraped the back of her throat. She gasped, her tears wetting the fabric of the hood, each spasm of her throat eliciting a satisfied grunt from the one using it.

Her vagina was being destroyed; the man must have accumulated enough rage and anger towards women not to hesitate to destroy her like this.

Emma felt the man behind her sink even deeper, each thrust of his hips slapping his flesh against hers with methodical ****. Her hands, tied behind her back, clutched at the air, desperately seeking a foothold, while the cock in her mouth blocked her moans, turning her sobs into wet gurgles.

Another blow of the belt landed on her hips, the pain radiating in hot waves to her tightened stomach. When one of them came and filled her with cum, another took over, she was short of breath, everything was spinning, and yet it didn't stop.

She was their whore. They would never know they'd fucked a Hollywood star; at that moment, she was just their blow-up doll. Finally, they finished their work, satisfied and sated by so much sex, but one of them did.

• Guys, I have an idea. We still have an hour. We're not going to let her get bored.