Chapter 7: Sharing is Caring continued
Josh’s hand clamped onto a leather strap of Gail’s harness, the one cutting diagonally across her ribs. He hauled her upright with a violent jerk, the sudden motion tearing a gasp from her spent body. The red leather skirt clung precariously to her hips. Her legs trembled, the aftershocks of her brutal orgasm still rippling through her muscles. He spun her around, shoving her towards the bedpost where Sarah hung, wrists straining against the chrome cuffs. Sarah’s eyes were wide, dark pools of fear and lingering arousal, her breath shallow, her ripped fishnets a tangled mess around her ankles, the cheap red corset barely containing her heaving chest. Her cunt glistened, slick and swollen, a dark promise between her splayed legs.
"Now," Josh commanded, his voice a low, dangerous rasp that scraped against the heavy silence. He released the harness strap but his presence remained, a freezing pressure at her back. "Do the same to her. Make her scream."
Gail stumbled the last step towards Sarah. The order hit her like cold water, momentarily jarring her from her own haze of exhaustion and submission. Lick Sarah? The thought sent a confusing jolt through her – residual jealousy warring with a dark, burgeoning curiosity ignited by Josh’s command. Sarah whimpered, pulling uselessly against her bonds. "Gail? Don’t… please…"
Looking up into Sarah’s tear-streaked, smudged face, Gail saw the raw vulnerability, the utter helplessness. It mirrored her own feelings, twisted into something else. Josh’s shadow fell over them both. Gail dropped to her knees on the polished floor, the coolness a shock against her bare skin. The scent of Sarah’s arousal, musky and sharp, mingled with the leather and sex already thick in the air. Up close, Sarah’s pussy was a flushed, glistening flower, her inner lips puffy and slick.
Without preamble, driven by the command and the terrifying weight of Josh’s gaze, Gail leaned forward and ran her tongue flat and slow through Sarah’s dripping center. Sarah gasped, her body jerking against the cuffs. The taste was tangy, saltier than her own, unfamiliar yet strangely potent. Gail licked again, firmer this time, tracing the swollen folds, seeking the hard little bud beneath. She found it, circling it with the tip of her tongue, mimicking the ruthless pressure Josh had used on her moments before.
"Oh! Fuck!" Sarah moaned, her head falling back against the dark wood post with a soft thud. One fishnet-clad foot shifted, then lifted, planting her booted sole flat on the edge of the mattress beside them. The movement opened her wider, granting Gail total, unrestricted access. Her cunt was fully presented, an offering Gail was compelled to devour.
Gail dove in, her earlier hesitation dissolving under the dual pressures of obedience and the raw, needy sounds spilling from Sarah’s lips. She sucked Sarah’s clit into her mouth, flicking it rapidly, then plunged her tongue deep inside the wet heat. Sarah cried out, her hips bucking forward involuntarily, grinding against Gail’s face. "Yes! Oh god, yes! Right there!"
The desperation in Sarah’s voice, the frantic roll of her hips, fueled Gail. She worked her mouth hungrily, lapping at the pooling wetness, fucking Sarah with her tongue. Her hand, resting on Sarah’s trembling thigh, slid down. Her fingers brushed against something hard and ridged on the floor – the thick black dildo she’d used earlier. Josh’s order echoed: ‘Make her scream.’ Gail’s fingers closed around the cool silicone shaft, slick with Sarah’s juices and the remnants of her own spit.
While her mouth continued to torment Sarah’s clit, sucking and licking, Gail guided the blunt, bulbous tip of the dildo to Sarah’s slick entrance. She pressed. Sarah tensed, a sharp intake of breath cutting off her moan. "W-wait…"
Gail didn’t wait. Pushing past the initial resistance, she slid the thick toy deep into Sarah’s cunt in one smooth, relentless stroke. Sarah’s back arched violently off the bedpost, her scream ripping through the room, raw and ragged. "FUCK! GAIL!" The dildo disappeared inside her, the base settling heavily against her outer lips, the sheer girth stretching her impossibly wide. Gail held it there, buried to the hilt, feeling the frantic clench of Sarah’s inner muscles around the silicone intrusion. She resumed licking Sarah’s clit with fervent strokes, her other hand gripping Sarah’s hip to hold her still.
Sarah thrashed, a guttural sound tearing from her throat. Her eyes were squeezed shut, tears leaking from the corners, her mouth open in a silent scream. The dual assault – the deep, stretching fullness and the ruthless attention to her clit – had her teetering on a knife’s edge. Gail watched the muscles in Sarah’s belly ripple with the force of her convulsions. She pulled the dildo back slowly, dragging the pronounced ridges against Sarah’s inner walls, then slammed it home again. Sarah shrieked, her body bowing, the chains on her cuffs rattling wildly.
Over the wet sounds of her mouth working and the slick shluck of the dildo, Gail heard heavy footsteps move away from them. She glanced up, her mouth still latched onto Sarah’s clit. Josh was walking back towards Karen’s open closet. He disappeared inside the shadowed space for a few heartbeats. Sarah, catching the movement past Gail’s blonde head, whimpered. "N-no… what’s he…?"
Josh emerged. In his hand was another toy. Larger than the dildo Gail wielded. Jet black, thicker at the base, tapering to a slightly pointed tip. Cold, unforgetting silicone. He held it loosely, turning it in the fading afternoon light filtering through the windows. His eyes, cold and calculating, fixed on Sarah’s wide, terrified gaze locked between her own spread legs.
Gail knew. Sarah knew.
Josh walked towards them, his steps deliberate. He stopped beside Gail, looking down at the spectacle: Gail on her knees, her face buried in Sarah’s cunt, the thick black dildo pistoning in and out of Sarah’s stretched hole. Sarah’s tear-filled eyes were fixed on the new toy in Josh’s hand. Pure, unadulterated terror flashed across her face, cutting through the haze of forced pleasure.
"Keep going," Josh said to Gail, his voice devoid of inflection. He knelt beside her on the floor. His free hand reached out, not towards Gail or the dildo, but lower. His thumb found Sarah’s other hole, the tight, puckered star beneath her dripping slit. He pressed the pad of his thumb against it, rubbing in slow, deliberate circles. Sarah froze, her entire body rigid with panic.
"Please," Sarah gasped, her voice cracking. "Mr. Scott… please don’t… not there…" The dildo inside her cunt stilled as Gail hesitated, looking up, her mouth slick.
"Do I need to remind you?" Josh asked Gail, his thumb still circling, applying firm pressure. The threat in his quiet tone was sharper than a blade. Gail flinched and immediately resumed thrusting the dildo, burying it deep once more, making Sarah cry out.
Josh uncapped a small bottle Gail hadn’t seen him retrieve – sleek black lube. He squeezed a generous, glistening glob onto his fingers. The sharp, sterile scent momentarily cut through the musk. He coated his thumb thoroughly, then pressed it back against Sarah’s asshole, rubbing the cool lube in. Sarah whimpered, a high, keening sound of dread. He moved the lube-coated thumb away, then pressed the slicked, tapered tip of the new dildo firmly against the tight ring of muscle.
Sarah’s eyes snapped wide, pure panic flooding them. "NO! STOP! I CAN’T—"
Josh pushed. Hard.
The thick, blunt tip breached her. Sarah’s scream shattered into a choked gasp, her body violently arching as far as the cuffs would allow, every muscle locking tight. Josh leaned his weight into it, his expression impassive, relentless. The dark silicone stretched Sarah’s virgin hole obscenely wide, forcing its way past the resistant muscle. Inch by brutal inch, the dildo invaded her, a cold, unyielding presence alongside the one already filling her cunt. Sarah’s mouth hung open in a silent scream, her face contorted in agony and shock, her knuckles white where she gripped the chains.
Gail watched, frozen for a second, the dildo in her own hand momentarily forgotten. The sight was horrifying, mesmerizing. Sarah’s body was impaled front and back, stretched beyond limits, trembling violently with the overwhelming violation. Josh seated the base of the anal dildo firmly against Sarah’s ass, his hand resting possessively on her hip. He looked down at Gail.
"Keep. Fucking. Her." The words were stones dropped into ice water.
Gail obeyed. She pulled the vaginal dildo almost all the way out, then rammed it back into Sarah’s stuffed cunt, forcing her body to accommodate both massive intrusions at once. Sarah convulsed, a guttural sob tearing loose. Her eyes rolled back, her body caught in a vice of pain and impossible, terrifying fullness. Josh’s hand remained on her hip, a claim. His gaze, cold and satisfied, swept over the tableau of his creation: the bound, penetrated girl and the kneeling nanny servicing her on his command. The sun dipped lower, casting long, distorted shadows across the wreckage of the master bedroom. Sarah's ragged breathing, punctuated by broken whimpers, was the only sound besides the slick, rhythmic slide of Gail's relentless thrusts.
Sarah's ragged breathing, punctuated by broken whimpers, was the only sound besides the slick, rhythmic slide of Gail's relentless thrusts. The thick black silicone pistoned in and out of Sarah’s stretched cunt, glistening with her juices, while the larger anal intruder remained lodged deep, a cold, unyielding presence Josh had planted. Gail’s jaw ached from sucking Sarah’s clit, the taste of salt and musk thick on her tongue, her own thighs trembling where she knelt on the hard floor. Josh watched them, a dark silhouette against the fading light, his expression unreadable, a coiled stillness radiating from him.
Then, movement. Sharp, decisive. The rasp of a zipper cutting through the wet sounds. Gail flinched, her rhythm faltering for a split second. She didn’t dare look back. Josh’s shadow fell over her, immense and suffocating. His hands, rough and demanding, gripped the hem of her tiny red leather skirt. He yanked it up over her hips, bunching it around her waist, exposing her bare ass and the slick mess between her thighs. Cool air hit her heated skin.
"Keep fucking her," Josh growled, his voice low and gravelly right behind her ear. His breath was hot. "Don’t stop." Gail obeyed instantly, driving the dildo deeper into Sarah’s convulsing cunt, making the bound girl gasp and writhe against her restraints. Josh’s fingers dug into Gail’s hips, pulling her back onto her knees, spreading her wider. She felt the thick, hot press of his cockhead against her soaked entrance, already swollen and slippery from her own arousal and the brutal fucking earlier. He didn’t tease. He didn’t ask.
He slammed his cock into her pussy in one brutal thrust. "Fuck!" Gail cried out, her body jolting forward from the impact, her hand gripping the dildo inside Sarah instinctively. Josh’s cock filled her completely, stretching her sensitive walls, a hard, pulsing heat that drove the air from her lungs. He gripped her harness straps, using them like reins, and began fucking her with hard, deep strokes. His hips pistoned against her ass, the slap of skin on skin echoing sharply in the room, perfectly timed to the rhythm Gail was forced to maintain on Sarah.
"Yeah, take it," Josh grunted, his thrusts relentless, driving Gail forward with each powerful snap of his hips. Gail gasped, her own moans mingling with Sarah’s choked cries as she was fucked hard from behind. Josh’s cock plunged deep, hitting her cervix with bruising force, making her see stars. She felt every ridge, every vein as he dragged himself almost out before slamming back in, the friction exquisite and overwhelming. "Fuck Sarah harder!" he commanded, his hand tightening on the harness strap, pulling her back onto his cock with brutal efficiency. Gail obeyed, ramming the dildo into Sarah’s stuffed cunt with renewed ferocity, matching Josh’s punishing pace. Sarah screamed, her body arching wildly, impaled front and back, overwhelmed by the dual assault.
Josh fucked Gail like he owned her, which, in that moment, he did. His balls slapped against her clit with each deep drive, sending jolts of electric pleasure-pain radiating through her core. She could feel his cock swelling inside her, the rhythm becoming more urgent, more frantic. He was close. His breathing turned ragged, his thrusts shorter, harder, driving her relentlessly onto Sarah’s immobilized form. "Gonna fill this slutty little cunt," he rasped, his voice thick with impending release.
Just as Gail felt the telltale pulse deep inside her, the promise of his hot cum flooding her, Josh wrenched his cock out with a wet, sucking pop. Gail gasped at the sudden emptiness, the cool air a shock. Before she could register it, she felt the blunt, insistent pressure of his slick cockhead against her other hole – the tight, puckered ring Josh had used earlier, still loose and slick from the gangbang days before. He pressed hard, using his own cum leaking from her pussy as lube. "No, wait—" Gail started, panic flaring.
He pushed past the initial resistance, forcing his thick cockhead into her ass. Gail cried out, a sharp sound of shock and violation as he breached her. It burned, a deep, stretching ache despite the looseness, the sheer girth of him invading her. "Fuck your asshole," Josh growled, not stopping, not easing. He shoved forward, burying his entire length into her rectum in one brutal stroke. Gail gasped, her body rigid, the sensation overwhelming – a deep, full pressure that stole her breath. He held himself deep for a moment, letting her feel every inch, then pulled back slowly before slamming home again. The friction was intense, raw, a different kind of fullness that made her whimper. He fucked her ass with the same fierce rhythm he’d used on her pussy, gripping her hips hard, driving her forward onto Sarah’s dildo with each powerful thrust. Gail’s vision blurred, tears stinging her eyes, the dual sensations of fucking Sarah and being ass-fucked herself merging into a dizzying, degrading whirlwind.
Josh grunted, his thrusts growing erratic, brutal. He slammed deep into Gail’s ass one final time, his body shuddering against hers. She felt the hot, thick pulse deep inside her rectum as he came, filling her ass with his cum, his cock twitching violently within her tight channel. He held himself buried, panting against her shoulder for a few seconds, his weight heavy. Then, with a wet sound, he pulled out. Cum leaked from Gail’s stretched asshole, dripping down her trembling thighs. She slumped forward slightly, exhausted, the dildo still buried deep in Sarah’s cunt, her own body throbbing.
Josh straightened up, tucking his softening cock back into his trousers. He looked utterly spent but satisfied, like a predator after a kill. His eyes, cold and assessing, flicked to Sarah, still suspended, trembling violently, tears streaming down her face, her body a tableau of violation. He stepped towards the bedpost. With a few quick, efficient movements, he released the chrome cuffs. Sarah collapsed forward onto the mattress with a choked sob, her limbs numb, the dildos still protruding obscenely from her ravaged holes.
"Get up," Josh commanded Sarah, his voice devoid of warmth. He pointed at his cock, glistening with Gail’s juices and his own cum from the anal penetration. "Clean it." Sarah stared at him, dazed, her body wracked with tremors. She pushed herself up weakly onto her elbows, her movements clumsy. Josh grabbed a fistful of her dark hair, yanking her head towards his groin. "Now, slut. Lick it clean."
Sarah whimpered, fresh tears welling, but she obeyed. She leaned forward, her tongue tentatively flicking out to lick the thick, sticky mess coating his shaft. The taste – musky, salty, bitter – made her gag, but Josh tightened his grip on her hair, forcing her mouth onto him. "Suck it clean," he ordered. Sarah opened her mouth, taking his semi-hard cock between her lips, sucking weakly at the mess. She worked her tongue along the length, cleaning off the combined fluids, her movements hesitant and fearful. Josh watched her, his expression impassive.
When she’d finished, her mouth tasting foul, Josh pulled his cock from her lips. He turned her roughly onto her hands and knees on the rumpled comforter. Her ass was still plugged with the thick black dildo, her cunt stretched wide around the other. Josh gripped her hips, positioning himself behind her. He pulled the anal dildo out with a wet pop, tossing it aside. Then, without preamble, he shoved his cock deep into her asshole, the hole still gaping slightly from the toy. Sarah screamed, the sudden invasion agonizing after the prolonged stretch. He fucked her ass hard and fast, his thrusts brutal, making her cry out with each penetration. He pulled out, slick with her juices and lube, and immediately plunged into her dripping, well-used pussy. Sarah gasped, the sudden fullness a different kind of shock. He fucked her cunt with the same relentless pace, his hips slamming against her bruised flesh. He alternated between her holes, fucking her ass, then her cunt, then her ass again, stretching her mercilessly, claiming every available opening. Sarah could only sob, her body a vessel for his use, her world reduced to pain, violation, and the relentless slap of skin against skin. Gail watched, kneeling on the floor, her own ass leaking Josh’s cum, feeling utterly hollow and used, the fading light casting long, distorted shadows over the wreckage of the room and the broken girl on the bed. Josh’s grunts filled the silence, a relentless counterpoint to Sarah’s broken whimpers.
Josh slammed into Sarah’s ass one final, brutal time, burying himself to the hilt, his balls slapping against her swollen clit. She screamed, a raw, tearing sound that echoed off the minimalist walls, her body locked rigid against the invasion. He held himself deep, grunting through clenched teeth as his cock pulsed thick ropes of cum deep inside her violated rectum, the heat a shocking contrast to the cold silicone that had preceded him. Sarah collapsed forward onto the rumpled comforter, trembling uncontrollably, his release leaking obscenely from her stretched hole onto the expensive fabric.
He pulled out with a wet, sucking sound, his cock glistening with lube, her juices, and his own spend. He didn’t look at her ruined form, nor at Gail still kneeling numbly on the floor, her own ass slick with his earlier deposit. "Enough," Josh stated, his voice flat, devoid of the heat that had fueled the last hour. He zipped his trousers, the rasp loud in the sudden, heavy silence broken only by Sarah’s ragged sobs and Gail’s shallow breathing. He gestured vaguely towards the door. "Get out. Both of you. Now."
Sarah flinched at the command, trying weakly to push herself up, her limbs leaden. Gail scrambled to her feet, her legs shaky, the red leather skirt falling back into place, sticky against her thighs. She moved towards Sarah, avoiding Josh’s cold stare. "C'mon," Gail whispered, her voice hoarse, helping Sarah roll onto her back. Sarah’s eyes were glazed, unfocused, tears cutting tracks through the smeared makeup on her cheeks. Her fishnets were shredded, the corset laces loose, her skin marked with red pressure points from the cuffs and Josh’s grip. Gail found Sarah’s discarded panties and skirt, helping her pull them on clumsily over her trembling legs, ignoring the wet mess between them. Sarah whimpered as she stood, leaning heavily on Gail.
Josh watched them, arms crossed, a statue of detached impatience. He didn’t offer towels, didn’t comment on the state of his wife’s bed. His gaze was fixed on the door. "Move," he commanded again, the single word cracking like a whip. Gail guided Sarah past him, her own denim crop top jacket hanging open, her blonde hair tangled. They shuffled out of the master bedroom, leaving the door ajar, the wreckage of toys, lube, and bodily fluids stark under the dying light filtering through the floor-to-ceiling windows. The silence of the sprawling house felt oppressive as they made their way down the hall towards the front door, their footsteps unnaturally loud on the polished hardwood. Gail fumbled with the lock, shoved Sarah out onto the porch, and pulled the heavy door shut behind them with a soft click, sealing away the scene of their degradation.
Inside, Josh stood motionless for a moment in the center of the ruined bedroom. The air hung thick with the cloying stench of sweat, cheap perfume, silicone, lube, and sex – a pungent cocktail that coated the back of his throat. He wrinkled his nose, the aftermath suddenly repulsive. Turning sharply, he strode into the adjoining master bathroom, flicking on the bright overhead lights. He stripped quickly, carelessly dropping his clothes onto the cool tile floor, the fabric damp and stained. He didn’t glance in the mirror.
Stepping into the large glass shower stall, he cranked the handle. Hot water, sharp as needles, slammed down onto his skin. He grabbed a bar of strong, pine-scented soap and scrubbed. He scoured his hands, his forearms, his chest, paying particular attention to his groin, lathering his cock and balls aggressively, washing away Sarah’s slickness, Gail’s ass, the lingering traces of lube and his own release. He tilted his head back, letting the scalding water sluice over his face, through his brown curls, down his neck and back, as if it could scour the memory from his mind as well as his skin. He scrubbed until his skin felt raw and the steam had filled the stall, obliterating the lingering odors. Only then did he stand under the pounding spray, eyes closed, breathing deeply the clean, sterile scent of soap and heat.
Finally, he turned off the water. The sudden silence was jarring. He grabbed a thick, white towel, rubbing himself dry with brisk, efficient strokes. Wrapping the towel around his waist, he pushed open the fogged glass door and stepped back into the bedroom. The mess was still there – the harness discarded on the floor, the black dildos lying where they’d been tossed, the damp spot on the comforter. He ignored it, walking straight to the sleek nightstand where his phone lay.
He picked it up. The screen lit up, showing two new text notifications. He tapped the screen.
The first was from Gail Anderson: Mr. Scott, confirming I’ll be back tomorrow at 8am as usual. Mrs. Scott mentioned she’d like me to join you both for dinner tomorrow evening. See you then. The tone was professional, polite, utterly detached from the girl who’d been on her knees an hour ago, ass fucked raw. As if nothing had happened.
He swiped. The second message was from an unknown number, but the name ‘Sarah’ flashed briefly as it loaded. The text was longer, the words tumbling out: Mr. Scott… holy fuck. That was… I’ve never been used like that. Ever. I can’t stop thinking about it. About you. About your cock. Please. I need it again. I need you to take me again. Use me. Anytime. Please. It included an address downtown, followed by: My apartment. Door code is 5589. Come use me anytime. Please.
Josh stared at the screen, water dripping from his hair onto his bare shoulder. He reread Sarah’s message, then Gail’s. Outside, the woods surrounding the property were swallowed by deepening twilight. He didn’t move. The only sound was the faint drip of water from the showerhead onto the tile floor. His reflection in the dark window glass showed a man standing perfectly still, holding a phone that pulsed with two very different kinds of hunger in the gathering dark. Sarah’s address glowed on the screen, an undeniable invitation burning in the quiet room.