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“Okay, so just to clarify. Whoever wins the first round gets the entire long weekend.”
Sir squeezed Mess’ hip. She was naked, curled sideways on his lap. Horny AS FUCK. It had been over an hour since the three men had arrived and in a rare occurrence, Sir placed Mess on his lap the entire time. His fingers traced her skin along her hip, cradled her ass. He drew lines on the skin of her thighs and sides of her breasts. She spent the majority of the time horny and squirming, being refused any attention where she actually needed it.

“That’s correct. Tonight until Monday night at 10.” Sir’s chest rumbled against her side.
Mess wasn’t sure what they were discussing. She tried to play attention but every time Sir’s hand drifted higher up her thigh it became all she focused on as she silently pleaded for him to keep going but just as his knuckles would brush her labia he would slide his hand back down.

Freddy whistled appreciatively.
“I think it should just go in order that we came. And I was first.” Andy grumbled.
“By two weeks.” Hank rolled his eyes.
“Still first.” Andy argued.
Sir’s chest vibrated under her as he chuckled. Amused with the way the men were arguing. About what! She wasn’t sure. Sir had been hardening beneath her hip for a while now and she couldn’t help but grind against it.

“What do you have to do for four full days and three nights.”? Freddy asked Andy.
“None of your goddamn business.” Andy shot back. “What do you have?” He challenged.
Freddy had no issue answering. “ I have a bunch of online stuff set up.”
“4 days worth?” Hank scoffed.
“Yes. 4 days worth. Been organizing this with my groups for a long goddamn time.”
Again Sir laughed and tipped the rest of his drink back. He held his glass up to her and tapped her ass. Mess jumped up, taking his glass.
Freddy held his up over his shoulder “mine too, Cunt.”
When she returned Freddy’s drink to him, she was surprised that he never touched her in any way. They always did. She wondered why tonight was different. When she returned to Sir he opened his arms and she settled back down on his thighs. He took his glass, took a sip and held it to her lips for her to take a drink. He pressed the ice cold glass to her nipple and she gasped. He didn’t remove it, instead he traced her areola with the bottom edge of it. Mess swallowed and squirmed, arching her back to get closer to it.

“And what are you plans?” Andy asked Hank.
Hank grinned “camping.” One of them groaned the other chuckled.
“And we can do whatever we want?” All three sets of eyes turned to Sir.
He nodded “whatever has been previously discussed and agreed to.”
The three of them smiled then and in unison their eyes shifted to her. A chill of trepidation went down her spine.
“And whoever doesn’t win…”
“Gets next weekend and the loser gets the one after.” Sir said, moving the wet, cold glass down to the inside of her thigh now.
A sinking feeling started taking root in Mess’ stomach.

“So we’re all clear on the terms?” Andy asked looking around the table. She wasn’t. The men nodded.
“Okay, let’s start the fucking game so I can win and start my goddamn weekend.” Andy shuffled the cards.

Sir pat her hip and once more Mess stood. She watched as he undid his pants and slid them and his underwear over his erection and down his thighs and over his knees. He held his hand out and she stepped closer. He grabbed her hips and settled her over him so she was facing away from him.

Mess groaned when his cock slid into her wet pussy. He went in easily and she sank all the way down. He used his grip on the underside of her ass to help lift her and she gripped the edge of the gaming table to bounce on his cock. The sounds of her ass slapping against his thighs, her wet cunt swallowing his cock and her cries filled the room.

Andy threw cards on the table and swore. Freddy slammed his fist down on it, Hank grinned. Andy flipped him off and told him to deal the fucking cards.

“Please…please Sir can I…l” she broke off into a moan.
“Cum Mess.” He ordered and she slammed down on him, her legs shaking as she exploded around him. Her knuckles turning white on the edge of the table.
“Such a good Mess you are.” Sir kissed her shoulder as he switched his hands to her hips and just held her on him.
“Slow now, Mess.” He murmured against her skin.
She switched to rocking on him slowly. Her walls squeezing him. He skimmed her waist with his hands and took a handful of each breast. She arched into him. He dug his fingers in, kneading them. He pinched her nipples, pulling on them.
Mess moaned. Long and low. She ground against him, the head of his penis rubbing against her g-spot.
“Sir please, please can I cum on you.”
He sank his teeth into the top of her shoulder growling against her.
“Cum my beautiful Mess.”

Mess cried out, soaking him again. Her squirt rushed out of her some even hitting the table. The three men paused their game to watch her come undone.
“That’s it.” Sir said as she started to come down. He still toyed with her breasts. “Who do you belong to Mess?” He growled lifting his hips to drive deeper into her.
“You…” she gasped “I belong to you, Sir.”
He murmured in approval.
“Who owns this cunt, Mess.” He shoved up against and twisted her nipples hard.
“You!” She screamed. “You own this cunt sir!”
“That’s right,” he pulled her back against his chest. “You remember that. Because…” he paused, rotated his hips and dug his fingers into her breasts. “They’re playing for you Mess.”

Mess froze, her eyes going wide on the men. What did that mean. She sucked in a sharp breath.
He moved his hips under her, reminding her to keep going. She moved on him even though her mind was spiralling.
She watched as the three men swore and cursed at one another. Laughed. Slammed their cards down. Deal again. Slam a glass down on the table.

“It’s your 6 month anniversary with them Mess. 6 months ago you agreed for me to bring a friend over to share you with.”
Agreed was a stretch. Sir told her that he wanted to watch her mouth get fucked while he fucked her other holes. She assumed he meant a toy or the fucking machine as they had done before. The next day Sir brought Andy home and the two of them spent the entire night and morning using her every way two men could use a woman.

Two weeks after that he told her he wanted to watch while she was used, degraded and broken and he brought the three of them. Sir didn’t join or intervene as they used her and did things to her and made her do things that Sir hadn’t even done.

“They’ve been planning this anniversary with you for months, Mess. I know you’ll be a good girl and make it special for each of them, won’t you?”
Her mind was still trying to catch up. It was still stuck on winning her. On what that meant. He dug his nail into her nipple.
“Yes!” She cried out in agreement.
“Good girl.” He rumbled. “ The winner gets to take you this weekend.”
Her heart still sank. An entire weekend with one of them and no idea or say who. She glanced around the table. They were all different. Hank was the most sadistic everything he did he liked to add a hint of danger and sting to it.
Andy was a mix of both, he liked pain, the kind that brought pleasure. Loved making her get off on it. But on the other side of the coin he enjoyed finding the dirtiest, most humiliating things for her to do. Enjoyed self humiliation.
Freddy was mostly about total control. He enjoyed when she was completely helpless against him. Enjoyed doing the dirty humiliating things to her.
And Sir was a mix of all of them.

“Make me cum, Mess.” Sir ordered and she focused on him. Moving against him in the way he liked. When one of the men cheered, slammed his hand against the table and shot up from the table declaring him the winner, Sir shoved inside of her and stilled. Filling her pussy with his seed.

After a minute, Sir took a deep breath and sat up. He tapped her hip “go console the losers before you leave, Mess.”

“Mess, come.”
Mess crawled across the living room to kneel in front of Sir. He held a rubber ball up in front of her face while grinning at her.
“Does my messy puppy wanna play catch.”
Mess bounced excitedly even though her stomach sank.
“Arf! Arf!” She bobbed her head up and down and wagged her tail. “Ruff!”
Sir chuckled while he lobbed the ball over her head. “Go get it!”
Mess turned her head and watched the ball bounce repeatedly before slowing down to a roll at the hallway entranceway. She trotted after it ignoring the protest in her knees and the raucous laughter that trailed after her. She pounced on the ball, stretched her mouth wide open and latched onto it with her teeth and then turned to make her way back to Sir.

“Bring it here dog! Come on! Over here!” Hank patted his knees bent forward calling here. “Come on doggy bring me the ball.”
She glanced at Sir but changed direction and headed to the chair Hank was sitting on. She stopped in front of him.
“Drop it doggy.”
She bent and let it fall from her mouth at his feet. He hit the top of her head, roughly.
“Turn,” he made a spinning motion with a finger. She turned to face away from him. When she presented her ass his palm landed on her cheek with a sharp sting.
“Arg!” She cried out. Hank laughed and did it again.
“Face on the floor, doggy.”
Mess did as instructed, dropping her cheek down to the floor and lifting her ass in the air. Hank lifted her tail to give him a better view, letting it fall down along her back. Mess flinched when she felt his fingers probe her vagina.

He skimmed the entrance along the folds and then pushed it inside. He laughed and then announced “playing fetch turns her into a wet little bitch.” He pumped the finger in and then out and then went straight to shoving in three fingers. She moaned and her face heated when the men mocked her. Hank slid his fingers out and then pinched her labia and pulled them apart, stretching her open. He let go with one hand and bent to pick up the ball.
“Hold still bitch.” He ordered and Mess instinctually clenched when she felt the round ball press against her entrance.

She jerked and yelped when Hanks hand slapped her ass cheek again. Mess forced herself to relax. “Good dog.” He murmured and rubbed the ball up and down her slit coating it with her juices. She reminded herself to breathe when he started pushing it into her. Her pussy wasn’t nearly ready for it and the plug in her ass made her entrance even tighter, adding to the resistance. It didn’t matter. He pried at her entrance forcing it open. “The tight little cunt doesn’t want to take her ball.” He growled. He pushed more and Mess cried out her fingers scratching against the floor. She breathed as he worked the ball into her vagina. She grunted when she felt the thickest part of it pop past her final resistance and then her cunt sucked the rest of it inside.

“There now, that wasn’t so hard was it.” His condescending tone grated and the flat the his palm landed hard twice on her core, sending a jolt through the tail plug and the intrusive ball inside of her. She flinched.
“All right doggy, ready?”
Mess pushed herself up and turned to watch him wave another rubber ball in the air. He threw this one hard towards the kitchen and she watched it fly through the living room and into the kitchen and heard it bounce twice before she went after it. The ball moved around in her as she hurriedly went. It took Mess a second to find where the ball landed and she made her way to it. She dug her teeth into the ball and gripped it hard as saliva pooled around it as she carried it back.

Once she entered the living room again Freddy called her this time. “Over here Messy. Bring it here.”
She nearly groaned and made her way to where Freddy was seated.
“Drop it.” He pointed to a spot on the floor and she let it go. He held his finger up and made a spinning motion to her.
Mess turned and went back to the position she was in before. She felt him tug her tail up and drop it over her back. He patted her back side.
“Awww she’s not so dumb after all.” He cooed while patting her. “Now give me the ball Messy.” He urged.

Mess nearly choked out, from the command. She swallowed hard. What!! He tapped on her vagina. “Don’t be a bad dog now, give me the ball.”

How was she….whimpering Mess squeezed her pubis trying to push the ball out of her pussy. When she felt the tail start to push out she stopped, squeezing it back in. She had no idea how she was supposed to push the ball out but not the plug. It wasn’t possible. She focused, trying to keep her ass closed with pushing on the ball. Again, it didn’t work. She whimpered in frustration and then gasped when Freddy pushed the tail plug into her, holding it in place.
“Hurry up dog.” He barked at her giving the tail a shove but keeping a hold on it.

Mess accepted the assistance and pushed harder now. Focusing. She felt it starting to come out. The fattest part of it struggling.
“You better not piss on my floor!” Sir’s biting tone rang out across the room.
She lost focus and the ball slipped back in. Ugh. Once more she pushed, holding her breath. When the ball popped out she sighed a breath of relief. The ball bounced off the side of the couch with a soft thud before landing on the floor.

Freddy picked the second ball up, the one she retrieved from the kitchen and pressed it against her entrance. Mess cried out at the idea of having to do it all over again. The only good thing was that this ball slid in much easier than that first one. This one had barely any resistance at all. Once the ball dropped into her vaginal cavity Freddy patted her ass twice more.
He didn’t wait for her to rise “ok Messy, go get it.”
She jumped up just in time to hear the ball bounce against one of the doors down the hall. She quickened after it. It was still bouncing when she reached it and it was slick with her pussy juices when she bent to fetch it.

By their 7th round of fetch Mess’ knees were screaming and she was panting from exertion. Once both balls were dropped down on the floor in front of Sir he ordered her to get a drink and she nearly wept with relief. She sent out a silent prayer that their game of fetch was over.

“I think our doggy deserves a treat after that.” Andy drew her attention as he stroked his cock in his seat. He smirked at the look of anxiety on her face.
Mess hesitantly made her way over to him, mentally preparing for the same treatment as before.
“Come get it.” He urged her.
Slowly, cautiously Mess advanced on him, her eyes darting on his watching as she lowered her face, expecting him to pull the rug out from under her again. When he didn’t and her lips brushed the tip of his cock she couldn’t help the curve of her lips.
“Awwww, the puppy’s excited for her treat.” He patted the top of her head. She happily wagged her tail and took him into her mouth.

This wasn’t a blow job like the two before at the table. Instantly Andy took control holding onto her buns/ears and bounced her face up and down on his cock. He thrust his hips up with every downward shove of her face. She couldn’t even find balance with her hands. Mess choked, gagged and struggled but he didn’t relent. She fought for every breath she could find around his thick length. She fell forward even more when someone settled behind her and shoved roughly inside of her cunt, the fit tight with the plug in her ass. She couldn’t even tell who it was because her brain couldn’t focus on anything but grasping for bits of air around the cock in her mouth and not puking on it.

The man behind her drilled into her hard, pounding against the tail with each thrust. His fingers gripped her hips painfully and lifted her knees off the floor he was fucking her so hard. She was balanced on a cock in her mouth, one in her pussy and hands gripping her hips. When someone reached over and squeezed her tit hard, Mess cried out around the cock.

Andy held her face down on his crotch as he stilled. She struggled, not able to get any oxygen. Her body tensed.
“Fuck!” Hank groaned behind her “that’s it bitch. Squeeze my dick.”
Andy’s seed shot straight down her throat and she swallowed to keep from choking on it. He let her go and she lifted her head as she coughed and sputtered. Gasping for air as her face flopped around on his thigh while Hank continued using her from behind.

He tore out of her fast, dropping her and her legs hit the floor. Trembling she sat up and looked behind her as a stream of Hank’s cum trailed from the tip of his cock to the splatter of semen on the floor.
“Clean it off!” He growled and Mess shuffled around to take him in her mouth while avoiding the mess on the floor. When he was clean and flaccid he pulled away from her.
“Okay dog, get your treat.” He pointed to the load on the floor and she bent down, lapping every drop up.

The urge hit Mess moments later. She shook her legs and looked at sir “ruff, ruff.” She pleaded at him with her eyes.
He raised his brows at her and she bounced from side to side before crawling over to the hallway that lead to the bathroom. “Arf. Arf. Arf.”

“I think someone needs to pee.” Freddy offered amused.
“Does my puppy need to pee?” Sir asked mockingly.
“Ruff!” She gestured down the hall. “Ruff. Ruff.”
Sir shook his head. He pointed to a…pee pad that was on the other side of the room she hadn’t noticed was there. “Go pee then, puppy.”
Mess looked at the pad in horror while her legs shook. Dropping her head slightly she crawled across the room. She squatted over the pad, facing the men and made sure her tail wouldn’t be in the way. It took a few seconds. She had to pee plenty of times in front of all of them so she no longer had a shy bladder. She didn’t push for fear of pushing the tail out so she just relaxed and let the stream flow. The sound of it splashing onto the pad filled the room. She wanted to avert her eyes but knew better. Instead she forced herself to make eye contact with them until she was finished. She had no way of wiping so she tried to shake off which not surprisingly the men thought was hilarious.

“I think our puppy deserves a reward.” Sir suggested to his friends.
He looked at her “does my little bitch want a reward?”
She bobbed her head “ruff, ruff, ruff.”
“You’re nothing but a little bitch in heat aren’t you.” He mused.
“Arf, arf. Ruff.” She agreed.
He reached over the arm of the chair picked something up and then the next thing Mess knew he was tossing a large stuffed animal that was covered in rope, into the centre of the room.
“Okay my little bitch. Go get your reward.”

Mess sucked in a breath and gaped at the large dog shaped stuffy. She frowned and then made her way over to it. She again made eye contact with them as she slowly mounted the stuffed animal. Her hips started rocking as she ground her cunt against it. She hated how good it felt but the abrasion of the rope rubbed against her sensitive sex. She rocked faster. Riding it. Grinding her clit against it. Within minutes the pressure was building. The shame hit her and she started begging. Making whining sounds that dogs make.

“Ruff! Ruff! Ruff!” She begged.
Sir chuckled. “Cum bitch.”
She didn’t need to be told twice. Her pussy clenched and filled with her cum, coating the rope and stuffy beneath her. She slowed, panting. Stilling.
“Don’t stop, doggy.” Andy called over. “You deserve multiple rewards. We’ll let you know when you’re done.”
“Get that cunt good and sore before you come and sit on your Master’s cock.” Sir grinned and the four of them laughed.
With a whimper she moved against the slick rope, sliding her cunt up and down on it. The rope starting to irritate her throbbing pussy.

Mess’ tail plug swished behind her as she walked around the kitchen setting things out for dinner. She set the table, four plates, forks, knives, salt, pepper.

Sir had told her he expected her to be puppy when he got home and that his friends would be coming for dinner. She did her hair in high space buns this morning and put her ears in place. Her ears weren’t a headband they were individual floppy ears that went around her buns and got pinned tightly into her hair. And she put her puppy makeup on instead of her everyday makeup. Using waterproof face paint and liners she coloured the tip of her nose black traced a black line down to her lips and coloured them black. She then painted on freckles and whiskers on each cheek. She followed that by painting random brown patches around her face, one of which went fully around her left eye. She finished it with non water proof mascara which she reapplied moments ago as sir preferred it because it resulted in the most mess.

Almost as if it was timed perfectly she just finished putting the platter of pork chops on the table and the bowl of potatoes when she heard Sir and his friends on the back porch. Before the door opened Mess ran to the entry way and dropped down on her haunches and started to bark at the door.

“Arf. Arf. Arf!” She barked and they came out louder and more excited as Sir opened the door and the four men made their way inside.
“Woof! Woof! Woof!” She shifted forward wagging her tail. She crawled closer to Sir and mimicked jumping up on him. Her front paws landing on his waist as her tail continued to wag. She switched between barking and panting until Sir patted her head and nudged her ordering her to get down. She dropped back down and her front paws moved to his boots.

Sir shook his head “not yet Mess. Our dinner is getting cold you can do that while we eat. Go to the table, Mess.”
She hurriedly crawled back into the kitchen in front of the men and sat back on her haunches next to Sir’s chair. As each man walked by heading to their chairs they patted her head on their way but paid her no other attention.

Mess panted as she gazed up at Sir, awaiting orders. He took his seat and adjusted his chair closer to the table.
“Boots, Mess.” He ordered.
“Arf.” Mess confirmed and then crawled under the table. She started with Sir’s boots making sure to kiss each before untying them. Once she slid them off she bent to kiss his socked feet ignoring the smell of them from sweating in his boots all day. She moved on to Andy on the left. He had on a pair fancier shoes. No ties. She repeated the process.

The sound of dishes, cutlery, and conversation came from above her as she made her way around the table. Once her task was complete she waited.
Sir snapped his fingers and Mess stuck her head out next to him.
“Bowl.” He barked.
Mess hurriedly made her way across the kitchen and used her front paws to lift her bowl out from the raised feeder. She set it down on the floor and used her head to push it towards the table as she crawled behind it. Once she reached the table she picked it up with her paws and held it up for him. Sir proceeded to scoop a helping of the assorted food into it and then mixed it all together.

Once full she looked up at him in question. While she hoped he would tell her to take it and go eat she knew it was unlikely. When he told her to go back under the table she wasn’t surprised.

Mess sat under the centre of the table next to her bowl and waited. She didn’t pay attention to their conversation. It didn’t take long for Hank who sat across from Sir, to snap his fingers. Mess rushed over to him and undid his pants freeing his semi hard cock. Mess took it into her mouth and began working it. She knew not to drag it out or take too long. If she didn’t finish by the time they were done eating she didn’t get dinner until Sir went to bed. Her dinner and their ‘contributions’ sitting for hours was worse than not eating at all.

Determined, Mess got to work. She sucked, rubbing her tongue along the underside of his shaft. She tugged, swallowing until she felt him start to lengthen in her mouth. Once erect she bobbed her head up and down on him ignoring the few times the back of her head hit the bottom of the table. She forced him all the way down her throat knowing how he liked it. She kept him there working her throat around him. She swallowed around the head of his cock and was rewarded when his thighs twitched beside her. She then started to take long pulls from him and when he tensed she tried to prepare. When a hot jet shot in her throat she pulled back and brought her hand up to jerk him to completion into her mouth. Once no more came Mess pulled away. She kept the cum in her mouth as some tried to seep out from the corners. She dropped back down and let the warm liquid fall into her bowl. Once there was no more to come out she went back, took Hank into her mouth one more, sucked him clean and then tucked him back into his underwear and pants.

Mess returned to her haunches to wait. She didn’t need to wait long as Freddy snapped his fingers next and she rushed over to him to repeat the process. Once done Mess waited. But neither Andy nor Sir called her over. When Sir knocked twice on the table top to tell her to come out, Mess once again pushed the bowl along the floor and once it and her were sitting beside Sir she lifted the bowl to show him. Sir barely glanced down at it as he reached for a spoon. He mixed the two loads into the food and then held the spoon out to her. Mess closed her lips around it, sucking she swallowing the mixed flavours on the spoon. She was sure her dinner was good but the bitter saltiness from the men’s contributions overshadowed any of it. Once the spoon was licked clean sir set it back on the table.
“Put your bowl away, Mess. Then come back.”

Once she did as instructed and made her way back to the table Sir held his plate out to her. Mess eagerly lapped at it. The sauces, seasoning, bits of potato, garlic bread crumbs and salad dressing hit her taste buds. She was right. Her dinner was good. Once she licked Sir’s plate completely clean, Freddy held his out and she rushed over to do the same. Freddy held his fork out for her and she drew it into her mouth, tracing her tongue around it. There was something disturbing but hot about sucking on the fork he just had in his mouth. Once Mess made her way around the table Sir ordered her to go eat.

Hesitantly Mess crawled her way over to her bowl and dipped her face down to scoop the mixture up into her mouth. She could feel 4 sets of eyes on her while she gingerly chewed and gulped it down. By her fourth bite their conversation continued, one of them pointing out something on his phone to the others.

Mess moved to her water dish and slurped the water up to wash down her meal. She moved back to her food dish. She was over half done when the scrapes of chairs against the floor behind her signaled that they were done at the table.
“Make sure to wash down your food and drink your water, Mess.” Sir ordered as he walked by.
The men moved to the living room and she heard the drone of the tv being turned on as she focused back on her food. She didn’t know how long it took for her to force every bite down but once her bowl was completed licked clean she drank most of the water from her bowl, barked and moved to the entry way between the kitchen and living room where she sat back down and waited until she was acknowledged.

It felt like at least a half hour passed. Two of them had gotten up and used the washroom and returned, it had been so long until Andy whistled.
Mess’ head snapped in his direction as he was pulling his pants and underwear over his hips and down his thighs and off. He rested back down on the couch and took his hard cock in his hand.
“Come and get your dessert, dog.” Andy ordered and Mess barked once before crawling over and in between his legs.

He held a finger up to stop her when she moved to take it all into her mouth. She stilled and looked at his grinning face.
“Dogs lick their treats first.”
Mess’ eyes went back down to his member that he was holding up to attention. She moved forward, lifting her plugged ass slightly off the floor as she put her face between his legs. She lapped at his balls first. The hair on them dragging along her tongue as she lapped completely on one and then the other. Tracing her tongue around each one, dragging it up and over and around until each was sopping wet with her saliva. The wet sounds and her sucking filled the room.

Once Andy’s balls were completely coated she started to move to his cock. She startled when Andy pushed hard on her head forcing her away from him. He adjusted his ass down on the couch so it nearly hung off the edge and his back now laid down on the seat. He brought both his legs up, folding himself in half. He looked across his body and between his legs at her.
He smiled cruelly at her and shook his fully exposed ass at her.
“Come get your dessert, Dog.” His eyes creased at the corners with laughter. His hands slid to his sides where he cupped his ass and pulled the cheeks apart for her.

Mess gulped and her face flamed when the other three men joined in with their own laughter. Mess frowned at him, realizing he was playing her. Letting her believe she would be giving him just a regular blowjob. His face changed from humour to annoyance and he lifted a brow at her.

That was the only encouragement she needed. Mess moved back towards him, bending down, bringing her ass up. She set her tongue near his tail bone, the very back of his crack that was pressed against the couch. She dragged the flat of her tongue up the line of his crack. Skimmed over his puckered hole and fought the gag that told her he didn’t bother wiping very well. Her forehead dragged over his drool soaked balls and she now knew why he had her pay so much attention to them first. She moved back down and then up again and again ignoring the way his balls painted her face with her own saliva each time. After almost a dozen passes she focused on his hole. When she pressed her tongue against it and worked the sensitive hole Andy groaned. He pressed his ass harder against her face and she pushed her tongue into his tight exit. In. Out. She trust while sucking and swallowing. Moving her face up and down on him. The three men around them seemed to settle in and shift their attention to whatever was on the tv now.

Laughter and the occasional comment was tossed out. At one point Andy’s hands took hold of the buns at the top of her head and smashed her face against him. Holding her there. She struggled to breath, her mouth continuing to work on him, saliva coating him and her.

Mess tried to ignore the disgusting noises that were coming from the act she was performing. Her gargles and gags. The wet suctioning sound. The squelching and skin on skin sounds. At one point it was nearly too wet to breathe and was only able to suck in wet breaths whenever she was able to pull her nose back enough to inhale. Andy’s body started rocking up and down on the couch as he worked his ass on her face no longer satisfied with just using her face on him. Mess didn’t know how long he kept her there. Long enough for tears to make her mascara run. Long enough for her jaw to get tired. Long enough for multiple commercials to come and go on the TV. Long enough for each of the men to get up, fetch new drinks and even one for Andy.

Finally, using his hold on her hair Andy shoved her away from him. He forced her head down and yanked her back. He dragged the top of her head and forehead up and down the surface of his ass before rubbing it side to side. Using her to wipe up the mess that was made. He let her go then and used one hand on her head to shove her away. Sucking in much needed air Mess sat up.
“Open.” He gestured to her mouth and she opened wide sticking her tongue out.
Andy made a sound in his throat, sat forward and spit a wad of saliva straight into Mess’ mouth.
Smiling he sat back. “Thank me for your dessert, dog.” He repositioned himself on the couch to sit up.

“Arf, Arf, Arf.” She barked wagging her tail. “Arf. Arf.”
Andy laughed and then took a drink from his glass. He ignored her after that. Clearly not ready to do anything about his erection.
“Go get a drink, Mess.” Sir ordered and she crawled her way back to kitchen both surprised and grateful that Sir is letting her wash the taste from her mouth.

Mess looked around the now cleaner room. She never let any of the rooms get truly dirty. And not because it was one of her rules. Her rule was to keep the house clean. The choice to scrub every surface of the house daily was solely hers. And she did it solely for her benefit. It didn’t take her long to realize that one of Sir’s favourite things to do was to use her to clean up messes. Whether it was with her mouth, her tongue, her face, hair, body. And it didn’t matter what surface. Floors, tables, counters, the garbage can lid, toilet, wall, window, mirror. If he could put spit, cum, piss, food, liquid, anything on it, he did.

Mess absentmindedly wiped her hand over her side, her fingers gracing the lace that was there. It may have been strange that she was wearing clothes, but that like everything she was forced to earn those first few months. Using the bathroom inside. Shower inside with warm water and feminine products and not just being sprayed with the hose in the backyard when Sir deemed she was finally too disgusting. Being allowed to eat and drink inside. Sleeping inside on a bed and not a kennel in the back porch. Being able to wear clothes even though the only ones she had were skimpy lingerie or the trashiest outfits Sir could find. However she was only allowed one outfit a day and no matter how dirty or gross the outfit got she had to put it back on or continue to wear it. Sometimes it was easier to just stay naked.

She glanced around the room making sure nothing was out of place. Her eyes landed on Bud, sitting propped up in the corner of the room. She glared at him. She couldn’t help it. She hated that stupid doll. She also hated the fact that she didn’t know what she hated more. The doll. The men who brought her the doll or the fact that every time she looked at it her pussy would clench and a fresh wave of arousal would wash over her. Mess thought about her last experience with Bud. Sir brought Hank over after work for a few beers and they set Bud up on a chair in the living room.

Their entertainment for the evening was to watch Mess give Bud lap dances, sit on his lap for long ‘steamy’ make out sessions. Ride him reverse cowgirl, facing them while they sent pictures and videos of it to, she had no idea who. When they were drunk enough and done watching they took turns tag teaming, or triple teaming her with Bud. At the end of the night after Hank left Sir had merely turned off all the lights leaving Mess alone in the dark, save for the soft glow of the moon coming in through the window. She then spent a painstaking amount of time lapping up every inch of Bud and the surrounding areas clean.

And now even as she glared at the stupid doll a flush spread over her body and she suppressed a groan. Instantly she regretted her reaction when her gaze shot up the one of the cameras in the room. A fresh onslaught of embarrassment filled her at the very real possibility the one or more of them were watching her reaction and laughing at it. She really had become the sex obsessed whore Sir promised her she would become.

The cameras were one more aspect of Mess’ life that she hated while contributing to her constant state of arousal. She had no idea how many there actually were or where everyone was. Only that they were in every room of house, watched every aspect of her life and that Sir had given his friends complete access to them. Sir had a device linked to the tv that they enjoyed sending her messages to. Many of which consisted of videos or screenshots of humiliating acts she was forced to perform during the day, or tasks she was forced to do.

There was also the times Sir’s friends used it to blackmail her. When one of them would catch her doing something that Sir would punish her for they would send it to her with instructions to follow so they “wouldn’t tell Sir” on her.

Mess walked out into the living room intending to go into the kitchen to prepare supper. The alert on the tv had her stomach instantly sinking with dread. Anxiety coursed through her as she turned towards the tv. The message was from Andy.
-Are you forgetting something Whore?
Her mind raced frantically as she replayed her day in her head. She completed all her regular tasks as well as the daily ones Sir had given to her. She clenched, she was still wearing the anal plug sir put in this morning. She didn’t forget to do her hair and make up. As she waited anxiety had her chest tightening.

-Forget to kiss your boyfriend before you left the room

No. No. No. No. Mess’ panicked eyes shot to one of the cameras. Having to go and kiss Bud after she entered the room he was in and before she left it was a new rule. One that she wasn’t used to yet!

-tsk tsk. A simple rule and your dumb little brain can’t even follow it.

She waited for what she knew was coming.
Instructions… Mess read them and this time she couldn’t suppress the sound of despair that came out of her.

Once everything was set up in the living room and prepared. Mess got into position. Right In front of the camera on the tv stand that had the best view of her spread open. She attached each of her ankles to cuffs that held her legs taught and wide apart. She pulled out her plug, put it in her mouth to clean it off before setting it to the side. She positioned the fuck machine in line with her thankfully already prepared ass. Sinking down on the dildo attached to it.

She turned The machine on to a mind numbing setting. Not one meant to bring her any kind of pleasure that would possibly distract her. One that forced her to feel the drag of every inch of the dildo as it scraped against her inner walls. Innnn. All the way. Pause for two breaths. Ouuuttt. She gritted her teeth.

Mess laid back. Attached her left wrist to the cuff and then reached over and picked up the wooden spoon. She steeled herself for what was next. Holding her breath she raised the spoon and brought the fat head down on her pussy. She grunted and sucked in a breath. She brought it back up, reminded herself to breathe and brought it back down with a smack.

It wasn’t as hard as it could be or would be. But she would try and build herself up as much as she would be allowed. After all, ten minutes was a long time. Slap. Slap. Slap. Mess ground her teeth, whimpered, whined as they started getting harder. Her ass painfully clenched around the insufferable dildo monotonously moving in and out of her very dry ass, not doing anything to help make it any slicker. In fact it seemed to be the opposite. Dryer even tackier. It seemed to pull with each inward thrust and outward pull.
“I’m just Bud’s brainless dumb cunt.”
Smack.
“I love being Bud’s useless whore.”
Slap.
“Nothing but Bud’s cheap whore!”
Smack.
Mess struggled against the cuffs around her ankles and wrist. She wanted so badly to close her legs, protect her aching pussy and tears slid out of the corner of her eyes but she kept going. Repeating her mantra while slapping her pussy with the spoon. Again and again and again.

When the timer went off her legs shook. Her body shook. Chest heaving as she sucked in desperate lungfuls of air. She dropped the spoon to her side and slid her hand around the next thing. Already her pussy was pulsing with anticipation.

Mess brought the head of the wand to her clit and clicked it on. Instantly the vibrations assaulted her red, throbbing, sensitive clit. Her body jolted trying to jerk off the floor but she was pinned down completely. She cried out. The urge to cum was nearly instantaneous and she gritted her teeth as she fought the need. She was only allowed to edge with the wand. Not cum. For ten minutes. This was worse than the spoon. Her head thrashed back and forth on the floor and she pleaded to an empty room to cum. She clenched her pelvis so tight it hurt as her ass closed even tighter around the dildo making it drag against her even more.

Mess panted, a sheen of sweat broke out over her brow and she could feel her drenched back stick to the floor under her. She squeezed her eyes as tight as they could go as the vibrations worked her. The pressure building and building. The need to cum a demand as her pussy greedily sucked at nothing but air. She didn’t honestly know which was worse the sting of the spoon, the torment of the toys or that she was being forced to do this to herself. Mess was an incoherent sobbing mess by the end of the 10 minutes and was actually relieved when it was time to switch.

Flipping off the wand she set it down picked up the spoon, tried to prepare herself and brought the rounded back of the spoon down on her cunt.

Mess screamed. Her relief was short lived. Her pussy was so much more sensitive now. Her clit a swollen throbbing bundle of nerves that sent twitches shooting down her legs with every strike. The only way Mess was allowed to cum was like this and after only a minute she was fighting the feeling. It was a cruel task. She wasn’t allowed to cum from the instrument of pleasure only the one delivering pain but if she came the next round would be worse. And she didn’t want worse.

A garbled cry tore from her throat when the spoon landed painfully again. She couldn’t. Oh god she couldn’t. Please. She didn’t want to come. She held the spoon still for a second knowing she shouldn’t be doing it. Just do it. Do it! You can do it. She had to talk herself into bringing the spoon up and slamming it back down.
“No!” She pleaded breathlessly with herself as she just barely stopped herself from cumming from the next slap.

“Please…. Please I’m sorry. I’ll be a good slut for Bud! I swear!” She cried into the empty room as she kept smacking her cunt.
“Please.” Her head thrashed back and forth on the floor beneath her as a sob rent the air when the spoon landed and she detonated. In a squelching, saturated mess she squirted. And kept squirting as the spoon connected again and again.

And it wasn’t over. She was barely half way through this round. With tears and pointless begging Mess continued. Forcing two more orgasms out of herself.

When it was time to switch back to the wand she had to force herself to put it on her clit and it took everything she had to keep it there. She felt almost out of her body as she stared blankly up at the ceiling. Her clit almost feeling numb from the constant vibrations. The only good thing was that her juices and cum had slid down coating her ass, easing the dildo’s violation. Mess couldn’t cum. She couldn’t. She didn’t think she had ever worked so hard to not give into the all consuming need that she was currently feeling. The only thing she could be thankful for was that Andy didn’t make her stuff her pussy or use the dual fucking machine because there would be no way she could fight this then. But even as Mess was grateful for it she wanted so desperately for her pussy to be filled.

The alarm went off and she sagged onto the floor. Turning off the wand and dropping it. Already her head was shaking back and forth.
“Please don’t make me.” She whispered to the empty room. Mess turned her head and shook with horror as she picked up the bottle of hot sauce. She tipped it over letting 1, 2, 3 drops land on the spoon. One for each orgasm. She told herself it could be worse. If she came with the wand, during the wand session she would have had to put the drops on the spoon and fuck her cunt with it and as much as she wanted something inside of her, she didn’t want that.

Mess tried to focus on the bright side as she brought the spoon down with a hard smack to her clit. It wasn’t instant. It hurt but the burning didn’t occur until the third strike. She screamed. Shaking, tears streaming. It could be worse. Could be worse. Could be worse. She chanted with each slap.

“I’ll be a better slur for Bud!” She screamed then choked on a sob.
Then she felt it. Her head shook. “No. No, no, no.” But she couldn’t stop it. The orgasm blindsided her and she still had 8 more minutes. The hot sauce mixed with her cum sliding down her cunt and reaching her anus. It was worse.

Mess didn’t know what round she was on. She was a blubbering, burning, soaking, sobbing mess on the floor. She didn’t hear the back door open as she openly cried through the orgasm the wand was forcing out of her.

“Interesting.” Sir drawled and Mess startled, jerking her head to the side to see Sir standing in the entranceway looking down at her.

Instant relief flooding her as she pulled the wand from her pussy, flipping it off. Andy said she couldn’t stop until Sir came home and released her. She started crying now with joy that Sir was finally home and this hell could end. Her chest rose and fell hard with each breath she took.

“Don’t stop on my account, apparently doing this is more important to you than greeting me at the door or making dinner.”

Mess’ eyes went wide with horror. She shook her head. Tried to speak but her throat was so hoarse she had to clear it and try again.
“No Sir,” she coughed. “I’m sorry. I was going to I swear. I didn’t want to do this. I…”
He raised his hand to cut her off. She snapped her mouth closed.

Her heart sped up as he stepped further into the room and he came to stand over her. Hope fluttered as she waited, believing he would release her.

Instead Sir lifted his booted foot and set it down on her face.
“I said…” he pushed down just enough to make it uncomfortable “keep going.”
Mess swallowed and flipped the wand back on groaning when it made contact with her swollen abused pussy.

Sir tapped on Mess’ mouth twice with his boot and she looked up at him meeting his eyes. Sir insisted on eye contact whenever possible so he could enjoy the look of her emotions in her eyes. She opened her mouth and stuck her tongue out as far and flat as she could as he rubbed the sole of his boot over it multiple times before switching to the other one.

When Sir determined it was enough he switched to her breasts. He dug the edge of the toe of his boot onto her nipple. Digging and grinding it in until the pleasure of it initially was turned into pain.
“Agh!” Mess cried out and Sir grinned down at her twisting his foot into her flesh.
He switched to the other one, repeating the process only this time it along with the vibrator sent her over the edge. She shook her head crying out and his smile widened.

When the timer went off she clicked the wand off. Sir watched as she set it down. She gazed up at him with pleading eyes hoping he would end this. He raised his eyebrow and then watched intrigued as she picked up the bottle of hot sauce and put 4 drops on it. She whimpered and Sir looked behind him and down as she brought the spoon down on her inflamed pussy. She cried out and brought it down again.

Sir laughed. His head flung back and his shoulders shook as he laughed. Mess couldn’t help it she cried uncontrollably now her hand and the spoon moving up and down almost mechanically now. Sir shook his head and moved to stand between her legs next to the fucking machine. He chuckled more while watching for another minute or so.

“My Whore was so eager to have her dirty cunt punished that she couldn’t wait for me to come home to do it. You really are just a brain dead bimbo now are you.” He gestured down to the spoon and gave his chin a jerk to indicate for her to stop.
“Here, let your Master help you.”
And then Mess’ entire body rocked when his boot connected with her cunt. He kicked it. She cried out when it connected again and then again. He didn’t hold back. Sir kicked repeatedly, quickly and it didn’t take long for a scream to rip from Mess’ throat as she orgasmed, splashing cum all over Sir’s boot as he kept going and going until she came three more times and she was boneless by the time the timer went off.

He stopped the kicking and Mess gasped with relief but then he ground his boot into her pussy. Hard. Working the top sole of his boot against her. Manipulating her lips with his boot until he had her spread open under his boot to grind into her more. Using the leather to rub against her swollen clit. He brought the toe down to her entrance and shoved forcefully into the crest of it giving it quick continual taps on it. Mess bit down on her lip so hard she nearly tasted blood. Mess’ brain couldn’t comprehend all the pleas and cries that came out of her mouth or the number of times Sir forced her to cum.

When the timer went off he stepped back and brought his boot down over her face and wiped the sole from toe to heel across it. From the top of her head down to her chin. He then set it on her sweat, cum soaked stomach.
“Take it off.” He ordered. With her free hand, Mess fumbled with the tie on the boot and then slid it from his foot. He presented his other foot to her for her to do the same. Once both boots were off and sitting atop her torso Sir bent down. He flipped the fucking machine off and pulled it back, roughly tugging the dildo from her ass. She gasped. Then he reached over her and undid the cuff around her wrist.

Mess didn’t move. She remained as she was. Sir looked down at her “clean your mess up. Start with my boots Whore. And I expect to be eating by 7.” He ordered and then went to the bathroom to shower.

It was harder but not hard enough. Mess hated Bud. She knew it was stupid to hate an inanimate sex doll. She couldn’t glare at the men on the couch but she could glare at Bud…and she did. And then felt immediately dumb for doing it. And judging by the laughter next to her, Sir and his friends agreed.

Mess bent down, skimming her hands up the dolls torso, through the light hair that was there. She dropped down and pressed her lips to its chest. She probably looked ridiculous. Kissing a dolls chest and tonguing and sucking in its nipples. Straddling this stupid thing trying to turn it on. But even as she thought all these things her body was wired, wet and ready. Again. Every comment, every chuckle, every thought of how mortifying it all was, made her cunt clench hungrily around nothing but air.

Mess brought her mouth up to buds and she let out a broken whimper when its tongue started thrusting in and out of its mouth. Like it was ordering her to go get it. Her face heated with mortification. And biting back to shame of it all…she did. Mess planted her lips around the fake rubber ones and let the tongue violate her mouth. In and out she met the thrusts with her own tongue while her hips started to move on the crotch once more.

Mess brought her hands I and gripped the dolls head off hair for leverage as she started to rock on it. Up and down. Back and forth. Tasting her pussy on the dolls face. Grinding her needy sex on its dick. When the sensations started to assail her, Mess cried out around Bud’s mouth. The sound getting broken and muffled by the thrusting tongue.

Frustration and desperation had tears stinging her eyes. Mess stopped kissing Bud and dropped her forehead down on his. “Please.” She begged the men on the couch.
But when Sir yelled at something that happened on the TV and the other men joined in cursing she realized she was begging no one but the stupid doll.

Seconds later she knew there was a break in the game when the four of them got off the couch in unison. Mess held her breath expecting them to advance on her. Pay attention to her.
They didn’t
They walked around her as if she were a piece of furniture. Like she wasn’t there. They each went into the bathroom, got food at the table. Talked about the first half of the game. Two of them went into the kitchen.

By the time Sir and his friends sat back down for the last half of the game, Mess knew what she had to do. These men had been using her for months and she knew what they expected. Mess would have to give up any sense of dignity. Every ounce of self respect that still remained in her. They wanted her to live up to her name and were never pleased until she was left as a totally wrecked, blubbering, slobbering broken mess.

She started with Bud’s fingers. Inserting one and then two inside of her pussy. She finger fucked herself until she felt her orgasm build, right before release she added a third finger and shoved them inside of her, hard until she exploded all of its hands. She didn’t stop. He added a fourth finger and grabbing Bud’s wrist with both of her hands she rammed his hand in and out of her cunt until she was squirting and screaming Bud’s name. She moved her face to the dolls cock that was still glistening with her juices and rubbed her face all over it. Her chin, her cheeks her forehead. Painting her cum all over her face. She then took the penis in her hand, his hand still inside her cunt and she started slapping herself with it. Cheeks. Again and again and again. Her lips. Her forehead.

She tried not to react when Bud hardened. More and more it was starting to stand at full attention. Feeling encouraged Mess moved so the hand slid out of her. She grabbed it and slapped herself with the open palm of it. One cheek. Then the other. Again. Harder. Twice more for each side and then she wiped the hand off on her hair, her face her neck. Until it was nearly clean before she took each finger into her mouth sucking on them moaning all while she straddled the dolls knee and started to ride it.

Mess rocked herself over the fake limb. Grinding into the did knee and shin. Rubbing her clit against it until it was painful. The pain only added to the fire that was already burning inside of her. When Mess came on Bud’s leg she rammed three of his fingers down her throat until she was gagging and coughing. Spit and drool pouring out of the corners of her mouth.

Harder.
Almost there.

She knew that two of the men loved degrading her with their feet. So Mess moved down Bud’s body. She started at the bottom of one of its feet. Dragging her tongue from the heel to the toes. She lapped at it like an ice cream over and over and then she sucked on its toes. Once the foot was fully coated in her saliva she slid her cunt on it. Riding the top of its foot before slowly working it inside her pussy. She ignored the embarrassment the unpleasantness of it and with a determined thrust of her body the foot speared her cunt with a wet pop. Once it was inside Mess watched Bud’s cock harden completely while she fucked its foot until she was moaning through an orgasm like the pathetic Whore she was.

Fully erect the dolls penis was intimidating. The length was easily 10 inches and width 4. Exhausted Mess climbed up and slowly sank down on it. It stretched her. Uncomfortably. She whimpered and sweat broke out but she forced herself down on it. Mess snuck a glance in the direction of the couch and the amused, satisfaction on all of their faces encouraged her to move. She fucked Bud. Hard. Every way she could think of. Bouncing up and down until her legs gave out. Rocking. Grinding. Clenching. Mess lost count of how many times she came but the stupid fucking doll didn’t.

Mess was in tears now. Openly sobbing. Begging. Pleading. But no one took pity on her. With a sob she slid off and squeezed her eyes closed. She couldn’t do it. She didn’t want to do it. But she knew. With trembling hands and shaking legs Mess spread her ass cheeks and positioned the tip of the cock at her puckered entrance. She stayed away from there hoping this wasn’t where it would have to go. She should have known better. Now she was painfully regretting not preparing herself. It was too late now. With a sound of absolute defeat she forced herself down on it. Down. Up. Down a little more. Back up. She cried, whimpered and gasped through the pain of it.

The more she worked her ass on and off the silicone cock the easier it became. She had no idea how long it was until she was fully seated on it gasping, shaking, panting, crying. Her fingers worked vigorously against her clit until a wave of moisture flooded her and she was able to move on the cock.

Soon Mess was sweating and panting for a whole other reason. She writhed on Bud’s cock. Screamed “oh Fuck! Bud! Yes, fuck my ass.” And then a damn collapsed inside of her and she was gushing all over Bud. Streams of cum splashed on her and all the way to Bud’s face.
She couldn’t. She shook uncontrollably and it became too much as she slid off of it. She looked down and nearly cried it in relief when white jizz was pooling around the tip, bubbling out. She should’ve known it wasn’t going to be that easy. Mess dropped down and resigned herself to her fate. She opened her mouth and closed her lips around it. Shuddering when the stale lukewarm liquid and taste of her pussy, cum and ass touched her tongue. She fought back the gag that was trying to come and swallowed. She worked her mouth on the cock. She couldn’t take it all the way but forced herself to anyways. She fucked her face with Bud’s cock until she was a snotty, drooling, gagging, heaving blubbering mess. She threw up in her mouth twice but forced herself to keep it in and swallow and keep going.

Mess jerked and cried out in surprise when the semen shot down her throat. She choked and gagged. Coughing as some of it came out of her nose. And it kept going. There was too much. She couldn’t swallow it all. It was oozing out of the corners of her mouth and down her chin. She didn’t stop though. She kept bobbing her head until she felt the penis start to deflate in her mouth and no more jizz came out.

Every hole Mess had was raw. Sore and abused. It was even worse that she did it all to herself. Not that she had a choice. But as her hands shook and she swallowed around her dry, raw, traumatized throat the shame of her self inflicted humiliation made broken sobs rip out of her. She flinched when the men shouted, two of them jumping up off the couch cheering as the game ended. Completely unconcerned and uncaring of the broken mess she was on the floor with Bud.

“Andy’s bringing you a new friend to play with. He felt so bad for you last time, having to play all by yourself.”

Mess didn’t know what Sir meant by friend and her sex addled brain tried to focus on possibilities. Another male friend? A female friend? Her stomach dropped with dread at the thought that it could be an…animal. Her brain panicked. Anxiety and fear of the unknown nearly suffocated her. Her body however. Her body was a hairs trigger away from exploding. After Sir used her pussy she had been strapped down on the sybian for 30 minutes? 45? She didn’t know.

Long enough for desperation and exhaustion to take root. She hadn’t been allowed to come in…how many days? There had been plenty of edging but no release. She was nearly completely folded over her forehead almost resting on the floor in front of her as she trembled and begged. Sir’s cum and her own juices had been spilling out of her soaking the machine beneath her.

It was game night. She had cleaned and prepared the food, snacks and beverages for Sir and his friends. Showered, shaved, did her hair and put on trashy make up as, he ordered. And now they waited for his friends to arrive. Sir sat comfortably laid back on the couch scrolling his phone paying no attention to her besides the announcement of a new friend.

The sound of people at the back door drew both of their attention. The machine turned off and Mess sagged, crying out in both relief and disappointment. Sir smiled as he stood. He patted the top of her head bent down and unstrapped her. The voices in the living room entry way drew her attention and she glanced at the three men standing there.

“Our friends are here. Go and greet them Mess.” She knew the routine. She peeled her sopping cunt off the machine and crawled across the living room. She stopped in front of them. Bent down. Kissed each of their boots and then rubbed up against them like a cat while they patted her head and ass. One by one they sat down on the bench in the entry way and she untied and took off their boots. The last one was Freddy’s and when he stood he grabbed hold of her hair and used it like a leash to take her back into the living room.

He deposited her into the centre of the room and went and joined the others at the folding table that was set up with the food and snacks on it.
“Mess!” Sir barked and she looked up at him.
He gestured to the sybian “it’s disgusting, clean it up.”
She set her hands back on the floor and crawled to the sybian. Bending down she stuck out her tongue and lapped up the mess meticulously. From on top of it, the sides, even the floor around it where some drops had fallen.

She heard the 4 men converse casually, virtually ignoring her as she worked. She inspected the machine saw a missed spot, licked it clean, checked again. Once she was sure it was clean she turned and sat back on her heels waiting instruction.

Minutes went by as they ate, talked, pulled drinks out of the cooler.
“Here Mess!” Andy instructed snapping his fingers and pointing to a spot on the floor next to him. When she made her way over and sat again he bent down and grabbed her chin. Forcing her to look up at him.
“Sir told you I brought you a friend. Are you excited to meet your new friend?”

No. She wasn’t. The pit in her stomach of the unknown was anything but excitement. However she knew better than to say that. So she reacted the way she was supposed to. Making herself look as stupid as possible, sticking her tongue out to hang out the side of her mouth and nodding her head up and down enthusiastically.
“Of course you are. You’re always such an eager Whore. Aren’t you Mess.”
She continued nodding as he patted the top of her head though it was hard and painful and more hitting than a pat.

The four of them chuckled and Sir asked “does he have a name?”
That filled her with dread. What thing would they have to name.
“Sure does. His name is Bud. And I have a feeling he and Mess are going to become the best of friends” Andy beamed like this was the greatest news he’s ever delivered.
“You wait right there Mess I’m gonna go get Bud.” Sir, Freddy and Hank left her to kneel on the floor while they carried their drinks to the couches to sit.

She didn’t want to look up. Fought to keep her fearful gaze and red face pointed down. But she lost the battle and raised her head to meet Sir’s amused look. He didn’t bother hiding the grin on his face or the merriment in his eyes. He knew this was terrifying her and he was enjoying every second of it. All three of them were. They watched her waiting to witness the reaction to whatever or whoever this friend was.

She heard Andy’s footsteps in the kitchen and her mouth fell open and eyes grew wide at what he was carrying in. It was a male sex doll. Life size, probably as tall as she was completely naked. Better than an animal she told herself but she couldn’t hide the horror and embarrassment that flushed her face. She could tell from the guffaws and laughter around the room.
“Meet Bud, Mess.”

Andy laid Bud down on the floor in front of her. It was made out of silicone and was horribly realistic. Even had chest hair, pubes and hair on top of its head. His mouth was open with a large tongue that stuck out of it. His arms, hands and fingers were true to size. With a dry mouth she slid her eyes down. He had a penis that was…limp? It hung almost life like to the side and two robust balls beneath it.

“While we’re watching the game, you and Bud here get to play.” Andy announced joyfully. “The four of us have been collecting all week and put a creamy surprise inside of Bud…just for you.”
She swallowed the lump in her throat and just stared in disbelief at the doll on the floor. Again Andy patted her head went to retrieve his drink and joined the men on the couches.

“You have until the end of the game to satisfy Bud, Mess. If Bud isn’t satisfied you don’t get to satisfy us and I promise you…” Sir dropped his voice to a lethal level “you don’t want that to happen.” And then he smiled with a spark of some kind lighting up his eyes. “And I expect you to have fun with Bud. After all he is your friend Mess, I’m sure he’ll be upset if you don’t have lots and lots of fun with him. Every single part of him, Mess.” He chuckled and the other three joined in. Mess knew what that meant. Knew what Sir was telling her, what he expected of her. After days of not being allowed to cum he was now telling her to do it in the most demeaning way imaginable.

Mess gulped and looked from Sir, to the men on the couches to…her new friend. The tv got switched on and an announcer started talking about the upcoming game.

Mess stared at Bud. Gaped really. She had no idea what she was supposed to do or how to start. She glanced down at the penis again. It wasn’t erect so it wasn’t like she could climb on it and fuck the…she cringed…surprise out of him.

As if reading her thoughts Hank leaned forward. “Might help if you introduce yourselves. Give him a kiss, Mess. A good long kiss, see if that’ll get him going.” He laughed and then sat back up taking a sip of his drink.

Mess’ stomach dropped as she climbed up the silicone doll. It was mortifying. Slowly she leaned down and pressed her lips to his, of course he didn’t move. Nothing happened. She deepened the kiss putting her tongue inside its mouth and sucking on its tongue. She glanced down at its crotch and startled mid kiss with Bud when she saw the penis twitch. One twitch that was is. What the fuck. She couldn’t help it, her eyes strayed towards the men on the couches. They were all watching her with amusement. Andy however had an evil look in his eye and from the corner of her eyes she watched his hand twitch. He was holding something. A remote maybe.

Squeezing her eyes closed she resumed her task of making out with the doll. She was stiff and tried futilely to maintain some kind of dignity. She sucked in its tongue in a sloppy, saliva filled mess. She let her hand trail down its body to grip its penis in her hand. She stroked it. Jerking the thing off. It was humiliating. When it wasn’t getting hard they men laughed and made comments about how useless she was that she couldn’t even turn on a doll. Mess blinked back tears and kept going. Stroking up and down. Eventually reaching beneath to fondle each of the balls. Did it just grow half an inch. She stilled, gripping it again. She thought…maybe it did.

Giving up on its mouth, Mess crawled down the body and licked the penis. She took it in her hand to lap at it before taking hold of the thing in her mouth. It remained flaccid as she tried to work it in and out of her mouth. Using her hand. After she didn’t know how long she got frustrated. Nothing was happening. It wasn’t working. She crouched between its legs and lifted its cock up, resting it on her forehead, continuing to jerk it off. She took one of the balls in her mouth. Sucking on it. Rubbing her tongue on it. She moved onto the other one. Mess kept this up until her mouth started to ache and she was forced to accept that it wasn’t working.

She wanted to cry but fought it back. Sir’s voice carried as he made a comment on the game. The others joining the conversation. They were seemingly ignoring her. Somehow that made all of this so much worse. This wasn’t even for their enjoyment or entertainment which would have at least given this whole humiliating thing a purpose.

Frustrated, Mess sat up and looked down at the inanimate man. She racked her brain for an idea. Then she thought back to Sir’s words and she bit her lips trying to ignore the eyes that may have been watching her. Don’t think of how embarrassing this is. She repositioned herself so she hovered above its face. She lowered herself over its mouth and started to rock her hips. She slid her cunt back and forth on it and gave a startled cry when the tongue started to move beneath her. It moved in short thrusts, up and down. She positioned herself so the three inch tongue punched in and out of her pussy. She ground down harder on it, fucking its face. She tried to find release but it was barely inside of her. If anything it was more of a frustrating tease.

But Mess kept going. Eventually moaning as she grew wet she started soaking the dolls face. She humped its mouth, trying to get as much of the tongue inside of her as she could. Mess looked down at the penis and watched it twitch. That was…encouraging.

With a humiliating whimper she laid her body flat on it and took the penis in her mouth. Doing 69 with a silicone doll that in no way possible got any pleasure out of what she was doing. When she laid down the tongue rested against her clit and she moaned around the still limp rubber cock in her mouth when the tongue started to vibrate. It was a low vibration. Barely enough to get her off but enough to give her hope. She pressed harder against the tongue. Moving her hips to get the tongue situated right where she needed it most. She lazily sucked on the cock, focusing on the possibility of an orgasm. She whined and cried out in protest when the vibration stopped. Knowing from real life experience she sucked the fake penis with even more enthusiasm. Taking it all the way down her throat swallowing around it. Bobbing her head up and down.

Mess was rewarded when the tongue started vibrating again. Even more this time.
“Ooohh gawww” she cried out around the cock. “Ahhhh yethhh.” She shoved her face down even harder on its crotch while she tensed, her thighs closing around Bud’s head and then Mess exploded. For the first time in days she orgasmed. Humping the dolls face, the sound wet sex, sloshing and muffled cries filling the room louder than the tv.

And then she felt it. The cock grew. An inch this time. It went from completely floppy to almost standing to the side.

She understood how this worked now. The more she degraded herself. The more pathetic she got the closer to the end she would get.

“Damn! Mess is sure enjoying her new friend!” Hank exclaimed loudly followed by a laugh. “If we’re not careful we’re going to have competition. Mess is going to have her sloppy cunt on poor Bud’s face daily.”

She squeezed her eyes closed trying to tune them out. The vibrator went up one speed and before she knew it she was going again. Legs shaking, sucking the rubber dick, grinding her messy pussy on its face. She knew it was a commercial because the men were suddenly interested in her again. Their commentary making shame crawl down her spine but she didn’t stop. Couldn’t. With a final thrust on its face, Mess was exploding once more. Soaking its face with her juices and cum. She lay limply on top of him and was relieved when the vibrating stopped. However it wasn’t erect. It still hung slightly harder to the side. She continued to work it grinding her pussy on the dolls face but after too many minutes she had to accept that it wasn’t working.

Tiredly Mess climbed off and straddled Bud. She placed her slick and tender cunt against its penis and started rubbing against him. Grinding The outside of her cunt along the length. She worked her body, stimulating sex. Feeling desperate, hating everything about this she found her body reacting. Growing more pliant. More wet.

“I bet Bud likes his Whore’s vocal.”Freddy suggested with a laugh and a wink directed to her.

A sound rose from her throat that was part desperation part mortification. Mess forced herself to speak.
“Oh god…Bud.” She painfully forced his name past her lips and felt a tear of sheer embarrassment fall down her cheek when it was followed by immediate raucous laughter.
“Keep going Slut!” It was Sir this time.
It was impossible to tune them out and she didn’t even know if they could hear her over their hackling.
“Oh yes Bud! Please Bud!” She cried out. Grinding. Hating how unbelievably wet and turned on she was. “I want to cum on your cock Bud.”

“And you guys said Mess wasn’t going to get along with Bud. Some of you owe me money!” Andy called out mid laugh.

When the pressure started to build once more she shook her head wishing to stop it. But she knew better. She kept going. Rubbing. Grinding. “Fuck! Bud!” She screamed as her orgasm tore through her, making the crotch of the doll even more slippery and the sounds of skin on silicone with cum splashing in between louder.