one week later

You don't know exactly when it happened, but you're sure it's been a week since Roy and John made you their Fucktoy.

You were forced to order new clothes, which you aren't allowed to wear to no anyway. But that hardly mattered anyway, as skimpy as the clothes were, consisting mostly of skirts and barely their tops. You haven't left the house since, either.

Roy stayed mostly out of the way as long as John wasn't around, almost ignoring you.

John, on the other hand, made your life miserable. He really enjoyed torturing you, and he was creative. You had heard him tell Roy to build some devices, but you didn't hear what they were.

John had also decided that after the night he knocked Roy out, you would not come back, he had a fondness for your breasts and mouth. Not a day went by that he hadn't fucked your breasts or your mouth. Otherwise, he had also determined your daily routine while you were alone. It started with you having to give John and Roy a blowjob first, after you had prepared breakfast. Once they were out of the house, you were to go through your fitness program and clean the house. Once you had done all that, which he had given you a three-hour window to do, the mean part started. You were only allowed to stay in your bedroom then, where you had to wait on the floor and stare at the door. Every full hour, you have to masturbate yourself without reaching climax. By now, you're extremely frustrated and desperate to cum again. But John didn't give you the impression of doing you that favor. As soon as they get home, they boss you around and use you as a fuck doll or object, but John prefers to beat and humiliate you. His favorite tool for this is a ruler, a simple ruler made of wood. Sometimes he also fucks you or lets Roy fuck you, but you have to warn both of them before your orgasm, which you always do. Both then change position and either cum on you or in your mouth. Often he then requires you to keep the cum in with your mouth open and punish you if something does come out. You, as defenseless as you are, have to endure it, meanwhile you even bite your tongue not to talk back, which, as you have noticed, rather worsens your situation.

It's late evening, Roy is already back home and working on something in his room. At least, that's what you assume. All you've heard is that someone has come home. John would have already been with you, but Roy always went straight to his room. You were just about to satisfy yourself again and break off before your climax. By now even the slightest touch was making you horny and your body was craving orgasm so much that by now you also needed only a few movements to bring you to orgasm if only your hands would keep going. You groan in frustration as your hands stop pleasuring you and bang your head against the floor. Even though you already know it's not possible, you muster all your willpower to get your hands to continue. You feel your hands move and even reach your cunt, caressing it tenderly, you remember John whispering something in your ear this morning, but for the life of you couldn't remember what it was. You wonder why you're able to continue pleasuring yourself, your hand moving deftly around your clit, hitting all the right spots. Your orgasm builds again, you get closer and closer to him. It's already within your reach, and your hands don't stop, but they become slower and gentler in their touch. Your whole body rears up, but your hands continue just the same. You're not getting any closer to your orgasm, but you're not moving away from it either. You're right on the verge of it, your toes cramping, your calves too, you lift your head and breathe heavily. Furthermore, you want your hands to stop again, but that's exactly what they're not doing.

<What did he do to me this time?> you ask yourself.

You lose the last bit of time since you don't have, and you feel like every movement of your hand and fingers takes hours.

Then the door opens and John is standing in front of you, who immediately gets a big grin when he sees you panting, sweaty.

"Good, it's working." He says with a grin.

You look at him wondering what he means by that as he allows you to stop and moreover asks you if you like it, you realize it's just a trick question and just stay there breathing heavily.

"Thought so. But you know what to do, right?" John replies, waiting for your reaction.

By now you know what he means, you turn onto your stomach and slowly crawl towards him while looking at him. Once you are in front of him, you start to take off his pants and start sucking his cock.

"You little horny bitch! You just can't get enough, can you?" He asks you, moaning.

Since you are busy sucking his cock, you don't even answer him.

"Roy! Come here!" John calls out.

Shortly after, Roy is in the room as well.

"What's up?" He asks John.

"The little bitch needs attention, be so good." Hears John's reply. Roy doesn't have to be asked twice and walks right behind you.

"Damn, she's wet!" He comments on your condition and slowly pushes his cock into your greedy cunt. You immediately moan into John's cock and immediately raise your hand to show them both that you're about to cum. Roy immediately pulls his cock out of you.

"She's so horny, she was going to cum right away if I kept fucking her." Escape Roy.

"Well really Debs, you're a slut too," John moans, now taking control. He grabs your brown hair and uses it to hold your head down. He starts to push his little cock into your mouth over and over again. That's when you feel Roy push his cock into your cunt one more time. Your craving for the organism is so great that you can't think of anything else. John pulls his cock out and squirts in your face.

"Well, do you want to cum, slut?" He asks you.

"Yesssss... Pleaseeee," you beg him.

The smirk on his face already tells you that he's not going to let you have him.

"So, tell us what you really are?" John wants to know.

You hesitate because you don't want to say it. Because if you say it, it becomes true, even if you know it's already true. Roy slowly pushes his cock into your cunt one more time until it stops, and you moan with horniness.