She has, and she wants in

[CW: This branch is planned to be a bit violent/rough, so you may want to skip it if you're not into that sort of content. I tried to stick more to the "Delivery men being needlessly cruel" aspect that really started coming into it's own towards the end of jenny2's brilliant but now-deleted chapters involving them, and intend for it to come in early here. The other major Little Sister/Delivery Men branch I started isn't planned to be rough - still non/**** and unwilling but a bit **** to Karen for sure]

"Hell yeah! This looks fun as hell!"

I can feel my heart beating in my throat. I'm fucked. She's an idiot. If you let them have sex with you, that'll put you in a **** position where they can ti-

"Great! Say, why don't you see if you can grab a few more ropes for yourself?" The guy in my mouth suggests to Amy. She bounds away immediately.

Oh God, she is a colossal idiot.

The guy in my mouth - who, so far, seems to be the leader of the two - lowers himself to the floor beside me, getting close to my face. He speaks quietly to me, his breath hot against my nose, hints of tobacco and beer clear on his breath.

"I don't know which one of you is the dumbest, or more naive, or - fuck it, I dunno, doesn't matter - but you're clearly the one who's supposed to be taking care of her, yeah?" I nod meekly, barely able to meet his eyes, fingers still sitting idle in my mouth, causing me to drool over the carpet. "Good. Fuckin' great. I'll cut you a deal then. Play along and we won't get rough with her. Right?" I nod again, and the fingers withdraw from my mouth, instead heading south along my body. I don't really have any options here. And his choice of words... I can't help but feel that specifying Amy and not the both of us was deliberate. Not that I want to call him on it.

I feel the hand reach between my buttocks, wet fingers first. I let out a loud gasp as he proceeds lower, pulling at the crotch rope as he proceeds lower. "Please," I plead, weakly.

"Don't worry," the man states as he continues on, rough patches of skin on his hands standing out as he slips between my thighs. He reaches down to my pussy, flicking the vibrator off and easing the vibrator out. "You'll get to cum again if you play your cards right."

"No, please!" The promise sparks new life in me. "Please, I'll do whatever you want, just don't make me cum again. I don't want to! I don't want to be tied up, I don't- I'll do-"

"Do what?" The flunkie pipes up, cutting me off as I'm on the brink of crying. "We already have you tied up. And she seems more than eager to get tied up too. You're going to do whatever we want anyway, and you'll be thankful, if you know what's good for you."

"And who are you kidding? You know you want this." The leader brings the vibrator up to my mouth. "You wouldn't have let yourself get put in this situation if you didn't want it really. Now suck."

I don't suck, but the vibrator pushes it's way past my lips anyway, and it soon sits nestled in my mouth, filling me nearly to my throat.

"Don't drop it, or you'll be sorry," the leader of the two threatens as he stands back up.

I'm able to keep the vibrator in my mouth for a few seconds, at least. It's slick with my pussy juices, and I can't help but taste them on the hard plastic, unintentionally arousing me and disgusting me simultaneously. But I can't keep hold of it and breathe at the same time. I lower my head down to the floor, resting the base of the vibrator against the floor. Genius! Now I don't need t-

"GHLURK!" What the f-

"GHACK!" Oh h-

"GHUURK!" oh god plea-

"GHUUUURK!"

They ease off for a second and I regain some of my senses. I feel the boot on the back of my head, hear some quiet laughter around me. I'm drooling all over the vibrator. It keeps hitting the back of my throat. They keep stepping on my head, making m- "GHLURK!" FUCK, making me try and fucking deepthroat it, the fucking sadis- "GHAAAK!"

"Hey, we said keep it in your mouth!" The flunky jeers at me.

"Yeah, if you're not going to hold him there, you're going to have to show him a good time!" Oh God, these utter arseholes!

I feel the pressure against the back of my head again. I really don't feel good after being slammed down on the vibe like that, but I know what I have to do. I push my head down on the vibe myself, trying to get in as much as possible. I soon feel the pressure of the boot again. I try and push further, before easing up for a breath. The boot keeps me pinned for a few seconds longer, before allowing me up. This repeats for a little while, each time keeping me on the vibe a bit longer.

I soon stop feeling the boot against the back of my head. "Good, keep going, we'll have you well-trained soon enough," Dear Leader tells me. I seethe at that, balling my hands into fists despite the bindings, which causes him to laugh, before continuing. "Hey, Dave, go check on the other one, she seems to be taking a while."

"Sure, Mike." I hear his heavy boot steps head off into the house. Mike, the leader, crouches down in front of me, as I continue to impale myself on the vibrator.

"Y'know, I wasn't lying before. Do what we say and Amy won't be hurt..."

'Yeah no shit dude, I got the implied threat earlier,' I don't say, because my mouth is filled with plastic... and I don't want a beating.

"...And we don't want to Hurt you either," he threatens, resting his hand on top of my head as I bob down again. "But you're lying to yourself, and lying to us, and lying doesn't become a pretty little girl like you, does it?"

I raise my head off the vibrator again, taking a breath before lowering it again. It could almost be construed as a nod of agreement. Or it could just be what I was ordered to do. Plausible deniability. A lie to myself. Or him. I don't know yet.