Rough

Chapter 8: Perfectly Trained

Rae trembled against the counter, Colt’s seed still warm inside her ravaged ass, the thick mess leaking down her fishnet-clad thighs onto the scarred wood floor. Her skin prickled under the heat of Jeb and Mack’s stares, their eyes raking over her exposed, bruised flesh, her gaping, used hole. Shame warred violently with a terrifying, all-consuming need, stoked by Colt’s brutal ownership and the raw display he forced upon her.

"Fuckin’ hell, Colt," Jeb breathed, his hand still working slowly over the prominent bulge in his jeans. "Never seen a bitch take it in the shitter like that and beg for more."

Mack just grunted, his gaze fixed on the glistening trail leaking from Rae’s ass. "Looks like she’s still hungry, boss."

Colt chuckled, a low, dark rumble that vibrated through Rae’s pinned body. He leaned over her back, his calloused thumb tracing the red, swollen rim of her asshole, making her flinch. "Oh, she’s always hungry, Mack. Like a fuckin' stray. Ain’t ya, Rae?" His thumb pressed in, just a little, a cruel reminder. "Tell ‘em."

Rae whimpered, the sting sharp, the pressure igniting sparks despite the soreness. "Yes, Colt," she gasped, her voice wrecked. "Always hungry. Always need it."

"Need what, whore?" Colt commanded, his fingers digging into her bruised hip. "Be specific. My friends need to know what a greedy little fuckhole they’re lookin’ at."

She squeezed her eyes shut, humiliation washing over her in a hot wave. Yet, beneath it, the filthy thrill surged, potent and undeniable. She was his greedy fuckhole. His to show off. His to use. "Need your cock," she rasped, forcing the words out, louder. "Need it deep. Need you to fill my holes. All my holes... Sir."

Colt straightened, his grin predatory. "There ya go. Not so hard, was it?" He turned to the ranch hands. "See? Learns quick when properly motivated. Now, why don't you show the boys just how eager you are, Rae?" He gave her ass a sharp slap. "Hands and knees. Center of the floor. Show ‘em how a proper bitch presents herself when she’s beggin’ for cock."

Shaking, Rae pushed herself off the counter. Her legs felt like water, her ass throbbing fiercely. She kept her eyes downcast as she stumbled the few steps to the open space between the worn table and the humming cast-iron stove. The fishnets were shredded, offering no cover. Her tiny skirt remained around her ankles. Her cropped vest hung open, her lace camisole damp with sweat, one nipple peeking out. She went down on her hands and knees, the rough floorboards biting into her palms and knees. Instinctively, she arched her back, pushing her ass high in the air, presenting the glistening, bruised mess of her cunt and her still-gaping asshole.

"Head down, bitch," Colt ordered, walking a slow circle around her like a rancher inspecting prime livestock. "Ass up higher. Show ‘em everything." She obeyed, pressing her forehead to the cool wood, lifting her hips until her exposed sex was obscenely displayed. The scent of sex, sweat, and Colt’s release hung thick in the air, mixing with the coffee and woodsmoke.

"Damn," Mack muttered, stepping closer. "Looks like she’s drippin’ from both ends."

"She is," Colt confirmed, stopping behind her. He hunkered down, running a single, rough finger from the base of her spine down the crack of her ass, over her tender hole, and through her slick, swollen folds. Rae moaned, low and desperate, pushing back against his touch. "See that? Fuckin’ soakin’ wet," Colt said, holding up his glistening finger for Jeb and Mack to see before wiping it on her hip. "Whiny little cunt’s already beggin’ for another fillin’." He stood, his boot nudging her spread inner thigh. "Open your legs wider, Rae. Let ‘em see how pink and puffy your needy slit is."

Rae whimpered but obeyed, spreading her knees further apart on the rough floor, making her cunt lips part obscenely. She felt utterly exposed, vulnerable, every inch of her vulnerability laid bare for these rough men.

"Christ," Jeb breathed, unzipping his jeans fully now. His thick cock sprang free, already hard. "Looks like it could use a good stretchin’ after that ass-fuck."

Colt laughed. "Oh, it could. But this greedy bitch needs to earn it." He looked down at Rae. "Crawl to Jeb, Rae. Crawl over there like the desperate little cunt you are and suck his cock. Show him how good my whore sucks."

A fresh wave of shame crashed over Rae. Crawling. On her hands and knees. To suck a stranger’s cock while Colt and Mack watched. Yet, the command, the ownership in his voice, sent a jolt of pure, electric submission through her. She started to move, the rough floor scraping her knees, her ass still high in the air as she shuffled towards Jeb’s boots. She could smell the leather, the sweat, the musky scent of his arousal.

"Look at that," Mack chuckled. "Trained fuckin’ puppy."

Rae reached Jeb’s boots. She didn’t look up. She tentatively leaned forward, pressing her face against the rough denim covering his thigh, inhaling his scent. Then, driven by Colt’s command and her own filthy need, she nuzzled the base of his thick cock.

"Go on, girl," Jeb urged, his voice thick. "Show me what Colt taught ya."

Rae opened her mouth, taking the broad head past her lips. Jeb groaned as her warm, wet mouth enveloped him. She started slow, tentatively, remembering the rough way Colt had taught her on the couch – deep throat or punishment. She relaxed her jaw, letting him slide deeper, her tongue swirling around the shaft. She gagged slightly but pushed through, hollowing her cheeks, sucking hard.

"Yeah," Jeb sighed, his hand coming down to tangle roughly in her blue-streaked hair. "Fuck, that’s it. Good little cocksucker." He began to thrust shallowly into her mouth, setting a rhythm. Rae focused on the task, the taste of him, the weight on her tongue, the grunts of approval from above. Her own arousal pulsed between her legs, a constant, needy ache.

"See how she takes it?" Colt’s voice came from behind her. He was close. "No fuckin’ teeth. Uses her tongue. Swallows it down like she’s starvin’. She is starvin’, ain’t ya, Rae?"

Rae moaned around Jeb’s cock, the vibration making him curse and thrust deeper. Her answer was muffled.

"Louder, whore," Colt commanded. "Tell him."

She pulled back just enough, Jeb’s cock sliding wetly from her lips. Strings of saliva connected her mouth to his glistening head. "Starving, Sir," she gasped, looking up at Jeb through her lashes, her green eyes wide and glazed. "Need cock so bad."

"Fuck me," Mack muttered, stepping closer to Colt, his own hand now working furiously inside his jeans. "Colt, you gotta let me have a taste of that mouth."

Colt’s hand landed possessively on Rae’s ass, his thumb rubbing circles dangerously close to her sore hole. "Patience, Mack. Good things come to those who wait." He squeezed her ass cheek hard. "She ain’t done servin’ Jeb yet. Back to work, Rae. Show him how deep you can take it."

Rae opened wide, taking Jeb back in. She relaxed her throat, letting him push deeper, feeling the thick head bump the back. Tears sprang to her eyes as he filled her throat, but she held still, breathing hard through her nose, letting him use her mouth. Jeb groaned, his hips snapping forward, fucking her face with rough, deep strokes. "Yeah, take it, bitch. Take it fuckin’ deep! Swallow that cock!"

Spit ran down her chin, dripping onto the floor. Her throat burned, but the feeling of being used, of obeying, of being Colt’s good whore, sent waves of dark pleasure crashing through her. She sucked and swallowed, her hand moving unconsciously to rub her own clit through her sticky folds.

"Look at that," Colt said, his voice tight with arousal as he watched her fingers move. "Whore’s gettin’ herself off suckin’ cock. Filthy slut." He looked at Mack. "Wanna feel how wet her cunt is? How bad she wants it?"

Mack didn’t need asking twice. He stepped up beside Jeb and crouched down beside Rae. His rough hand immediately pushed between her thighs, his fingers finding her slick, swollen opening. He shoved two thick fingers inside her without preamble, curling them instantly against her G-spot.

Rae screamed around Jeb’s cock, her hips bucking violently against Mack’s hand. The double assault – the cock filling her throat, the fingers pumping ruthlessly inside her soaked cunt – was overwhelming. Pleasure and humiliation fused into an electric storm. She writhed, trying to take Jeb deeper, trying to fuck herself back onto Mack’s fingers, her own hand rubbing her clit frantically.

"Fuck yeah!" Jeb grunted, his thrusts becoming erratic. "Suck it! Swallow it all, you dirty bitch!" His balls tightened against her chin. "Gonna fuckin’ come!"

Mack leaned close to her ear, his breath hot. "That’s it, whore," he growled, scissoring his fingers inside her, stretching her, making her gush. "Squeeze my fingers. Show me how much you love bein’ a used-up cunt."

Colt watched, his denim-blue eyes blazing with possessive satisfaction. "That’s my good girl," he murmured, his voice a low rumble that vibrated through her bones. "Showin’ off just what you’re made for. Takin’ cock. Takin’ fingers. Beggin’ for more. My perfect little fuckhole."

Jeb’s groan turned guttural. He shoved his cock deep down her throat and held it there, pulsing as thick ropes of come flooded her mouth. Rae gagged but swallowed desperately, tears streaming down her cheeks, as Mack continued to finger-fuck her hard, relentless, pushing her towards her own peak. She convulsed, her cunt clamping down on Mack’s fingers as her orgasm ripped through her, silent except for choked, gurgling sounds around Jeb’s spurting cock.

Jeb pulled out, his softening cock dripping onto her chin. Rae gasped for air, strings of come and spit connecting her lips to his shaft. She slumped slightly, but Mack kept fingering her, prolonging her spasms, making her whimper and twitch.

"Alright, Mack," Colt said, his voice tight. He unzipped his own jeans, freeing his rigid cock again, already slick with precum. "My turn. Get her ass back up nice and high."

Mack reluctantly pulled his fingers out, glistening wet, and gave her ass a firm pat. "Up you get, slut. Boss wants his property back."

Shaking, dazed, Rae pushed herself back onto her hands and knees, presenting her ass as high as she could. Her cunt throbbed, empty and wet. Her ass still ached, but the need for Colt’s possession, his brutal claiming, was all-consuming. She heard him spit thickly into his palm, the wet sound making her flinch in anticipation. He rubbed it over his cock, then positioned the thick, blunt head right at her slick, puffy entrance.

"Whose cunt is this?" he demanded, grinding against her.

"Yours!" she cried, pushing back urgently. "Your cunt, Colt! Please! Fuck it! Breed it!"

Colt slammed forward, burying his cock to the hilt in one powerful thrust, reclaiming her. "Fuck yes!" he roared, his hips already pistoning, setting a brutal, driving rhythm that echoed through the kitchen, punctuated by Rae's sobbing moans and the heavy, aroused breathing of the two watching men. She was his. On display. Being used exactly as he intended. His broken, perfect, whiny needy fuckhole. And she loved it.

The brutal slap of Colt’s hips against Rae’s bruised ass echoed in the kitchen, punctuated by her ragged sobs and his guttural grunts. Sweat slicked his brow as he drove into her relentlessly, reclaiming her cunt while Jeb and Mack watched, their own arousal thick in the humid air. Rae pushed back desperately against each thrust, the soreness in her ass a sharp counterpoint to the overwhelming fullness between her legs.

"Fuck, yeah, own that greedy hole," Colt snarled, fingers digging fresh bruises into her hips. "Show 'em who you belong to." His cock pistoned deep, stretching her obscenely with each powerful stroke. Rae could feel the men's eyes burning into her exposed skin, feeding the shame that warred with the dark thrill of being used, displayed, owned.

Jeb cleared his throat, his voice rough. "Damn, Colt... she really is somethin'." He shifted, the bulge in his jeans impossible to ignore. "Bet she'd jiggle them tits real pretty if you told her to." Mack chuckled low, a hungry sound. "Yeah. See if the bitch can do it while takin' that dick. Show off how well she obeys."

Colt slowed his punishing pace, grinding deep inside her, pulling a choked whimper from Rae's throat. He didn't look away from where his cock disappeared into her slick flesh. "You hear that, Rae?" His voice was a dark caress. "Jeb wants a show. Jiggle those tits for him. Show my friends the pretty toys I let you wear." A smirk touched Rae's lips before she could stop it, hidden against her arm. Yes. This was her purpose. His purpose for her.

Instantly, she arched her back higher, pushing her ass back onto Colt’s driving cock. Her hands flew from the floorboards to her breasts, still constrained by the damp lace camisole beneath the open vest. She squeezed the soft flesh, then shook them vigorously, making them bounce and sway obscenely beneath the flimsy lace. Her nipples hardened into tight peaks, visible through the fabric.

"Fuckin' hell," Mack breathed, stepping closer. The rough pad of his thumb brushed her bouncing nipple through the lace. Rae gasped, the contact a jolt. "She didn't hesitate none, Colt. Like she was just waitin' for the command."

"Told you," Colt growled, his thrusts regaining their brutal force. "Well-trained little bitch. Needs to be shown off." Rae kept shaking her tits, the motion sending fresh waves of sensation through her as Colt fucked her hard. Her inner muscles fluttered around his thick shaft, the dual stimulation pushing her higher. "Tell 'em how much you love showin' off for us, Rae."

"I love it!" she cried out, her voice raw. Her fingers pinched her own nipples hard through the lace, the sharp pain-pleasure making her cry out again. "Love showing my tits! Love being your slut on display! Feels so good, Sir!"

Jeb licked his lips, his gaze fixed on her working hands. "Bet she'd suck her own tit if you told her. Get a taste of what we're seein'." Colt’s laugh was dark delight. "Let's find out. Rae. Lick your tit. Show Jeb how nasty you really are."

Rae didn't pause. Still impaled on Colt’s driving cock, her body rocking violently, she bent her head down. Her tongue snaked out, licking a wet stripe across the thin lace covering her left nipple. She moaned against her own flesh, the taste of sweat and cheap cotton filling her mouth. Then she sucked the lace-covered peak into her mouth, biting down gently, her eyes closing in a moment of self-degrading bliss.

"Goddamn," Mack muttered, his hand now openly palming his erection through his jeans. "Never seen nothin' like it."

"More," Jeb urged, his voice thick. "Make her finger that sloppy cunt while she sucks her tit and you fuck her. See if she can handle it all."

Colt’s grip on her hips tightened like a vise. "You heard him, whore. Finger your nasty hole. Show 'em how wet my cock makes you. Do it now."

Rae pulled her mouth free of her breast with a wet pop. One hand remained kneading her tit, the other slid down her trembling stomach, through the sticky mess coating her inner thighs. Her fingers found her swollen, stretched cunt lips, slick with her own arousal and Colt’s previous release. She groaned as her middle finger slid easily inside her own body, alongside Colt’s thick shaft. The sensation of being filled twice over, inside and out, was overwhelming. She curled her finger, finding that sweet spot, rubbing fiercely as Colt pounded into her from behind. Her hips bucked wildly between the dual invasion.

"Fuck! Fuck! Sir!" she screamed, her finger working frantically, her other hand still gripping her tit. "So wet! So full! Yours! All yours!" Spit glistened on her chin and breast. Her world narrowed to the brutal thrusts, the scrape of her own finger, the rough floorboards, and the watching eyes. She was a mess of sensation and submission, reveling in the utter debasement.

"Look at that," Colt grunted, his pace becoming frantic, each slam driving her finger deeper inside herself. "My perfect fuckhole. Obeyin' every filthy command. Takin' dick, suckin' her own tit, fingerin' her greedy cunt... all at once." His hips snapped forward, holding deep. "Gonna fuckin' fill you again! Breed this sloppy hole right in front of 'em! Take it!" He roared as he came, thick pulses of hot seed erupting deep inside her. Rae's own climax detonated a second later, triggered by his release and her frantic rubbing. She convulsed, screaming, her body clamping down violently on both his cock and her own finger.

As Colt slowly pulled out, his spend immediately began leaking from her gaping, well-used cunt, dripping down her thighs. Rae slumped forward onto her elbows, trembling violently, her finger still buried deep inside her spasming channel. She kept rubbing weakly, milk