Forced Submission: Book 1-6 Part 4

"You can make this as easy or as rough as you want it, baby, but it's gonna be hard either way," I say, pus.h.i.+ng my c.o.c.k against her so she can feel what she does to me. She struggles in my arms and pulls away from me as much as she can. "There's no escape from us. We've been watching you and waiting for our chance to put our d.i.c.ks in you. You've been begging for this moment, you're just too scared to admit it. The way you dress screams you need a good f.u.c.king, and we are going to give it to you."

"Please don't do this. Please. I can get you drugs, supplies, anything. Just please don't hurt me," she begs.

Ridge grabs her other arm and we hold her between us. He leans in and licks her neck. "Oh, sweet Charlotte, we don't want to hurt you. We just want to f.u.c.k you until you can't walk. Every move you make for the next week, you'll still feel us. You'll remember who took you."

I feel her body s.h.i.+ver, and she screams for help again.

"G.o.d, I hope there's audio on those cameras. I'm gonna want to hear this on a loop for the rest of my life," I say, making Ridge laugh again. Lifting Charlotte up, we hold her down on the exam bed.

"I'm going to hold her wrists for now, but if she struggles too much I'm going to tie her down."

"f.u.c.k, I need to see her t.i.ts," Ridge says, and reaches down, ripping open her b.u.t.ton-down s.h.i.+rt. The b.u.t.tons fly, hitting the floor, their sound like music to my ears. Her b.r.e.a.s.t.s spring free and her hard, tight nipples point up, making my mouth water.

"Oh, you f.u.c.king s.l.u.t, walking around without a bra on," I say. "You're just begging to get your c.u.n.t raped, working in a prison and letting your h.o.r.n.y nipples poke through like that. It's a good thing we're here. We'll take care of that sweet little kitten, and you won't have to dress like this to get d.i.c.k anymore."

"Please don't, oh G.o.d, please no. Stop. I'll do anything."

"Oh, you'll do everything anyway, baby, and it won't be because we stop," I say, and look over at Ridge. He licks his lips, staring at her nipples. He's a breast man and she's got a pair of fat t.i.ts just waiting to be f.u.c.ked.

"All right, who's going first?"

CHAPTER TWO.

RIDGE.

My breathing is ragged, need pulsing through me. f.u.c.k, it took six months of planning to get to this moment, and I'm going to enjoy every second of it.

A barbaric part of me wants her to get off on this. I want to make her c.u.m. I want to bury my face between her thighs until she c.u.ms all over me. Her scent filling my lungs. I want to force the o.r.g.a.s.m from her body, whether she wants to give it to me or not. I need to take it from her, and there's nothing more I want in this moment than that. Well, maybe for there not to be a f.u.c.king camera in here.

I know Hudson gets off on the idea, but it eats me up, thinking about other people watching. Pus.h.i.+ng the thoughts of the camera out of my mind, I stare down at the flawless woman in front of me. Need courses through me. I can actually feel my hands shaking with it, like a junkie needing their next fix. I've wanted her for so long, and now here she is for the taking. No one's coming to stop us, so we can do anything we want to her.

Slowly I reach down and claim her t.i.t. Squeezing it firmly, running my thumb over her nipple, and watching it get harder for me. Gripping it tighter, I pinch her nipple between my thumb and finger, rolling it a little harder this time, wanting her to squirm for me. I'm rewarded with a little whine as she tries to get away from the touch. I need to get the rest of her clothes off and expose every inch of her to us.

"f.u.c.k, look at those nipples, they're so hard for us. I think she likes it," Hudson says. Pulling my gaze away from her, I look at him. He's got his eyes transfixed on her breast and his c.o.c.k's already in his hand as he slowly strokes himself with his free hand. My morning j.e.r.k.-.o.f.f. session doesn't seem to be helping any, because my b.a.l.l.s are drawn up tight, ready for release. I'm not sure I'll be able to get the tip of my c.o.c.k inside of her without exploding everywhere. Just the touch of her warm c.u.n.t to my d.i.c.k and I bet I'll nut all over her.

"Please don't do this. Just let me go and I won't tell anyone I swear," she begs again, fighting against the grip Hudson has on her hands. I see him lean close to her face, and she stops begging for a second.

"The next time you open your mouth, I'm going to put my d.i.c.k in it. Well, I'm going to do that anyway, but I want to watch him f.u.c.k you for a bit while I hold you down, so how about you be still and let us have our fun." Suddenly his lips touch hers, and he's kissing her.

Doc bucks her body up, trying to push him off, making her t.i.ts jiggle. I grab both of her legs and get between them. The exam table is short, and her long legs hang off, so there's plenty of room for me. She continues to fight as I go for the hem of her pants, ripping them off her, along with her silky red panties. She kicks out and fights against me as much as she can while being held down. I have to be quick so she doesn't land a foot on my face, but I'm so much stronger than she is.

After I've fully exposed her lower half, I go back between her legs, and press my body into her so she can't thrash around. There's no point fighting us now. We have her pinned to the bed and her legs spread wide for us with no protection for her c.u.n.t. All I have to do is free my c.o.c.k and slide into her.

"f.u.c.k," Hudson says, breaking away from the kiss. He has a little blood on his lip, no doubt from Doc biting him.

The two of us have always shared women, something that seemed odd to outsiders but natural to us. We grew up on the streets and have always done everything together. We are brothers, not by blood but by something stronger.

Hudson wipes the blood from his mouth, "She f.u.c.king bit me," he growls out but I don't think it got the responses the Doc wanted, because it seems to have only turned him on more.

"Told you she'd bite," I tell him, reminding him of our earlier conversation.

"You want it rough, Doc? Because I'm more than happy to oblige," Hudson says, looking down at her. If one thing's for sure, Hudson would make true on that promise. He likes his s.e.x rough and dirty. I like it dirty, but I favor a sweeter touch. I want to make her beg.

She screams out, and he grabs her by the throat. I place my thumb on her c.l.i.t and start to roll it.

"Doc," Hudson growls, his hand still around her throat. "You scream again, it better be mine or Ridge's name coming from those lips."

She stops fighting, but I feel her hips jerk as I play with her c.l.i.t. I'm sure her brain is going haywire, between Hudson's firm hand around her throat and my soft touch giving her pleasure. She closes her eyes tightly, hiding her big brown eyes from me. After a few seconds, a moan escapes her lips, so sweet and breathy, I feel my chest tighten at the sound. Nothing has ever sounded so f.u.c.king good. Six months in this h.e.l.lhole, and that one little moan makes it worth every minute.

"f.u.c.k, Ridge, do that again. I want to hear her beg for us."

"Please," she whispers, and I'm not sure if she wants more, or is begging us to stop. It doesn't matter, because there's no stopping us. We want her and she'll be ours, whether she likes it or not. Hudson and I always get what we want and she's no exception.

"Make her c.u.m, Ridge," Hudson grits out, his words filled with need and desire. "Make that p.u.s.s.y pop for us. I want her to know she came while two men held her down and used her body like a wh.o.r.e."

"Please, no, just do whatever you're going to do to me, but don't make me c.u.m. Don't make me like this. I'm begging you. I won't fight. You can f.u.c.k me, just don't make me c.u.m."

I press down on her c.l.i.t, circling harder as her body jerks and her eyes fly open. "It's too late, Doc. Your p.u.s.s.y is already begging for it." There's no way Im leaving this room without making her c.u.m for us. She needs to know that we own her body, whether she wants us to our not. We'll make her crave us like we've been craving her. It's only fair.

Leaning back a little, I move my thumb faster and I watch her p.u.s.s.y clench in response. "You're begging us to stop, but your p.u.s.s.y is begging to be filled," I say, taking some of the pressure off her c.l.i.t. Her hips rise, looking for the firm touch to return, and I smile. I haven't felt like this since I entered this h.e.l.lhole. The only thing that has kept me going lately was planning for today. Getting the Doc underneath me and filling her with both our c.o.c.ks has kept me focused.

"G.o.d, she wants it bad, man," Hudson says, his hand still around her throat. His other hand holds her wrists over her head, but she's not fighting against them anymore. "Since we're biting, it's my turn." He releases her neck and starts stroking his c.o.c.k, then swoops down and locks his mouth around one of her nipples.

I take that moment to grab her thighs with both of my hands, spreading her wide. I lean down, getting my face level with her p.u.s.s.y. Right in front of me is her wet c.u.n.t and her little a.s.shole. The sight of her has me out of control, and I bury my face between her thighs, her juices splas.h.i.+ng onto me. Her legs lock around my face like she is trying to close them, but nothing could move me from her. Her thighs rub against the stubble of my beard that I haven't shaved in almost a week, the beard that I grew just for this moment.

There's nothing more I love than eating p.u.s.s.y, and I knew I'd be getting my fill of sweet Doc Charlotte. f.u.c.k, if my c.o.c.k and Hudson would let me, I'd do just this the whole G.o.dd.a.m.n hour. I want to leave my beard marks all over the insides of her thighs so that every time she looks between her legs, she'll remember me eating her p.u.s.s.y. I want her to remember me pulling the o.r.g.a.s.m from her.

I lick all the way from her a.s.shole back up to her c.l.i.t. Both Hudson's and Doc's moans fill my head, and between moans she begs for us to stop. But it only turns me on.

My licks and nibbles become more frantic, and I can't seem to get enough of her taste in my mouth. I need more. I want everything.

Hudson pops off her t.i.t and looks down at her. "That's it, Charlotte, c.u.m for Ridge. Make that p.u.s.s.y nice and soft for us. Make it so easy to slide our c.o.c.ks into you. I bet your little p.u.s.s.y will beg for us to fill you with our c.u.m until it's overflowing. She's so f.u.c.king greedy, isn't she? That s.l.u.tty c.u.n.t of yours is going to get you stuffed full of c.o.c.k. I hope you're happy, Doc. You'll be leaking c.u.m for a month after we bury our seed so deep inside you." Hudson gives her a wicked smile and looks at her mouth. "That sa.s.sy mouth of yours needs to be taught a lesson too. I think we need to dump some c.u.m in there so you know what it's good for."

She whimpers at his words, and I can tell by the jerk of her body that she shaking her head. I can't see her face with Hudson in the way, but I smile against her p.u.s.s.y. Her body and mind are fighting, torn between what's right and what feels good.

Freeing her thighs, I slide my hands under her a.s.s, spreading her wider for me.

"Play with her a.s.s, Ridge, get it ready for us. We won't take it today, but trust me, we'll get it next time and I want it to be ready for us."

It's like he reads my mind as one of my fingers is already on its way to her sweet little a.s.shole. First I push my tongue in, making sure it's nice and wet, then I replace my tongue with my finger, slowly pus.h.i.+ng in.

"Oh G.o.d," she pleads, and my c.o.c.k drips more c.u.m at her words. I've been leaking so much into my pants, it feels like I've dropped a load of c.u.m in them already. I try to push back the l.u.s.t, because I want my first o.r.g.a.s.m to be inside of her, marking her.

Latching onto her c.l.i.t, I suck hard. I need her to c.u.m now before I do. I feel her p.u.s.s.y spasm and start to shake. Suddenly she shrieks again, and this time she chants "No" over and over again, her body thras.h.i.+ng back and forth.

Looking up, I see Hudson take her mouth again. He wants to eat her o.r.g.a.s.mic moans. She's almost there. She's trying to fight it, but there's no stopping me.

I thrust my finger in and out of her a.s.shole, her p.u.s.s.y juices running down to her crack, lubing her a.s.s for me. Rubbing her c.l.i.t, I ma.s.sage the little ball with as much pressure as I can. Her body jerks and I feel her p.u.s.s.y start to pulse. As her o.r.g.a.s.m grips her body, her moans are m.u.f.fled by Hudson's mouth, and her sweet juices fill my mouth. I want her scent to imprint on me. I want to smell her all over my skin.

CHAPTER THREE.

HUDSON.

She shouts her o.r.g.a.s.m into my mouth, and I take the opportunity to slide my tongue in, tasting her. My lip is still sore from where she bit it, but I don't care. I'll take the pain for the pleasure anytime, and I don't mind if she gets rough with me.

After she comes down from her high, she realizes she's kissing me, and starts to struggle again. I pull back and glance at the clock. "Speed it up, Ridge, time's ticking."

"You want to flip her over so she can take both of us?" he asks, freeing his c.o.c.k from his pants.

"No, I want to see her face when you get in her. We can take turns. Just tell me what it's like while you f.u.c.k her." I can't deny the chance to look at her while she's being filled with his c.o.c.k. I need to hear the sounds of him thrusting into her.

"My pleasure," he says as he licks his lips. "f.u.c.k, that p.u.s.s.y tastes so good. Her c.u.m is so sweet."

I feel her struggle against my hold, but I tighten my grip. "Be still, baby, this is the fun part." I've got one hand on her wrists and one hand on my d.i.c.k. I watch Ridge get his c.o.c.k into position.

"Please don't. I swear I won't tell anyone. Please, please don't do this." Her sweet little pleas fill the room.

I lean down and kiss her cheek and whisper in her ear. "Aw, baby, we're just getting started. Relax and let Ridge in that tight c.u.n.t. You're so wet after you came for him, no one would believe you didn't want it. You're dripping for him to f.u.c.k you. Don't be a tease. You know you want us to take turns using your p.u.s.s.y to get off."

I look down, and at the first touch of his c.o.c.k to her opening, she starts to really struggle. Ridge reaches out and holds her hips down. I grip her forearms with both hands. I hate not being able to stroke my c.o.c.k while he f.u.c.ks her, but watching him do it is just as good.

Ridge thrusts forward, and we all let a moan out at the same time. "Oh f.u.c.k, she's so tight."

"I've got her, man. You go ahead and do it hard. I'll hold her for you. Just remember when it's my turn you hold her for me. I wanna f.u.c.k her so hard and I'll need you to help me do it.

With that, he moves his hands to her thighs and pushes them even wider apart.

"No, stop! Please!"

Ridge throws his head back and closes his eyes tight as he pumps long and deep in and out of her. His grip on her inner thighs is so fierce he'll leave bruises, but he's oblivious. He's lost in the pleasure of her body, and I'm so turned on from watching him f.u.c.k her. My c.o.c.k aches for her. Only her. You could've offered me a choice of a wh.o.r.e every night in this place or to have Doc for an hour just once and there would've been no question. Her. I'm so obsessed with her I don't think I could get hard for another woman.

He drops his head and looks at where they are joined, and starts to really pound into her c.u.n.t. "f.u.c.k, I'm not going to last long. She's soaking wet, Hudson. G.o.dd.a.m.n, she's gripping me so tight, she f.u.c.king loves it." He breathes deep a few times and looks back up to her. "Jesus, Doc, you love this." He gets a smirk on his face as he thrusts a few more times. "Hudson, just wait, man. It's so good. She's getting off on it. Hold her tight, I can feel her p.u.s.s.y squeeze me while we do this."

I'm so h.o.r.n.y my prec.u.m drips down my c.o.c.k. I grip her arms tighter, and I hear her say "No," but I can hear how wet she is. "f.u.c.k, is that her making that smacking sound?"

"Her p.u.s.s.y is so f.u.c.king wet. Her juices are dripping down to my b.a.l.l.s. Look, see how it's sucking me back in? f.u.c.k, she loves this, don't you, Charlotte?"

I look down and she turns her head to the side, like if she doesn't see it, then it's not happening. I grab her arms with one hand again, and use the other to grip her chin, making her look at me. "Tell me, baby. Tell me how much you love getting f.u.c.ked by us."

She shakes her head. I'll give it to her, she's got some fight left in her. I laugh a little and get close to her face. "Look at you all laid out, legs spread, t.i.ts bouncing. You're on a table being f.u.c.ked by one man and held down by another, and your p.u.s.s.y juice is making a puddle on the floor. You can deny it all you want, baby, but your c.u.n.t is saying otherwise." She closes her eyes and lets out a moan. I look down to see Ridge playing with her c.l.i.t again.

"As soon as he c.u.ms in you, I'm taking my turn."

I watch as Ridge f.u.c.ks her hard and rubs her c.l.i.t at the same time. He's sweating and I can tell he's close.

"Ridge, go ahead and c.u.m. Let me take care of her second o.r.g.a.s.m. I want to feel her c.u.m with me inside her, so she can show me how much she loves getting her p.u.s.s.y raped." She lets out a moan at my words, and I'm starting to think she likes the dirty talk. I can't wait for her p.u.s.s.y to latch on to me while she's c.u.mming, sucking my seed from my c.o.c.k.

He pumps into her a few more times before finally pus.h.i.+ng into her as far as he can go and shouting his release, nutting in her tight p.u.s.s.y.

I lean down and whisper in her ear as he finishes inside her, "I hope you're on the pill, baby."

At my words, she stiffens and I smile, looking over at Ridge. "Looks like the good Doc might get pregnant from our day of fun. I guess we should have thought about that. Oh well. Come switch places with me, it's my turn."

I'm lucky my own words don't make me c.u.m all over myself. Thinking about our baby growing inside her turns me on more than watching Ridge f.u.c.k her.

"f.u.c.k, I'm spent, but my c.o.c.k is still hard. Jesus, that was so good." He pulls out and some c.u.m spills on the floor with her p.u.s.s.y juice. "G.o.dd.a.m.n, we made a mess, didn't we, baby?" he says, and playfully slaps the inside of her thigh.

He comes up to where I am, and we switch places. He gets into position to hold her arms down and leaves me free to get at her.

"I need her again, man. You're going to have to hurry," Ridge says.

I don't blame him; one time isn't going to be enough. Spending six months in here obsessing over her has driven us to the edge. I look over and see his c.o.c.k is still sticking straight up. It's covered in their mingled fluids, but it looks like he hasn't c.u.m in years. "No worries, we are both on edge, aren't we, Charlotte?"

She doesn't respond as I move between her legs and lean down. I lick her swollen c.l.i.t and rub it on my face, tasting Ridge and her together. I get her smell all over my mouth. I stand up, getting into position. "f.u.c.k, I just need the smell of your p.u.s.s.y on my face and the taste of you in my mouth when I f.u.c.k you," I say, and slowly push my c.o.c.k into her opening, feeling her warmth wrap around me.

She's so tight, but she's soaked, so I slide in easy. I thrust gently a few times, feeling her p.u.s.s.y grip my d.i.c.k, and I know what Ridge meant about her wanting it. "Oh G.o.d, you're right, man. She f.u.c.king loves it. Look at her p.u.s.s.y grip me. You can see how tight she gets when I pull out. Like she doesn't want to let me go."

I look up and see a blush is solid red across her face and chest. She's embarra.s.sed by what her body is doing, but I couldn't be happier.

"Don't worry, Doc, I'll give your little c.u.n.t what she needs, no matter how much you deny wanting it."

Ridge leans down to suck on her nipples. I rub her c.l.i.t, and she's helpless to what her body wants. She's shouting for us to stop, but her body is begging. Her hips move with my thrusts, her chest pushes into Ridge's mouth, and the sight of us feasting on her wanton body is perfect.

"Look at her, she's such a little s.l.u.t. She's been asking for this. We knew what you wanted with all those looks, Doc. Now you're going to get it. Maybe you'll learn not to be such a teasing little wh.o.r.e." I laugh at her whimpers and thrust hard inside her. "What's wrong, Charlotte? The warden can't give you what you need? So you had to tease two prisoners to bust in here and rape your p.u.s.s.y to get you off? You dirty c.u.m s.l.u.t. That's what gets you off, isn't it?"

I feel her c.u.m at my dirty words, unable to stop her body's reaction. Both of us a.s.saulting her with pleasure triggers my own release. I push deep inside her c.u.n.t and give her all of me, as far as I can go, not letting a drop slip out.

"Oh, f.u.c.k," I breathe, trying to get air into my lungs. My c.o.c.k continues to pulse inside her when I hear Ridge pop up with excitement.

"Okay, my turn again," he says, as I slide my c.o.c.k from her p.u.s.s.y and walk on shaky legs to switch positions again.

"G.o.dd.a.m.n, man. Give me a second to catch my breath."

Ridge rubs his d.i.c.k and looks at the clock. "I'm dying to f.u.c.k her again, and we're running out of time."

"Please, please no more," Charlotte begs.