Cantara flashed another saucy smile, turned her back on them and finally crouched down on all fours, facing the wall, ass poking provocatively in the air. She trembled with expectation as they moved around the room, chatting to one another, deliberately racking up her anticipation by making her wait. They acted as though she wasn’t there, stark naked, crouching in the corner, vibrating with a need that only the two of them could satisfy.
When Raoul sensed they had exhausted her patience and she was on the point of doing something rash to speed matters along, they stripped off and approached her. Zeke stood with his feet in the periphery of her vision, while Raoul took up a position directly behind her, rubbing the thongs of a Japanese flogger across her ass. An elongated shudder rocked her body and he knew she would be controlling her breathing and her mind, slow and easy, the way they had taught her, as she waited for the first blow to rain down.
Raoul brought the flogger down hard and sharp, knowing the thongs would spread the tingling across the expanse of her buttocks. He seldom flogged her that hard, so he figured it would give her a good idea just how mad he was with her. She inhaled with a sharp hiss, but otherwise held her position. When Raoul felt satisfied that every nerve ending in her body must be tingling, he grabbed her hair, wound it around his fist, and tugged her head backward while he applied the flogger for a second time. His anger and desperation must have communicated itself because he sensed she was on the verge of orgasm.
“Don’t you fucking dare!” Raoul growled.
Zeke fell to his knees in front of her, his throbbing erection grasped in one fist so that it twitched in front of her face.
“Did you mention something about a hum job, beautiful?” Zeke asked.
Raoul released her hair, enabling her to move her head forward, but continued to systematically flog her backside. By canting his head, Raoul was able to see Cantara lick her lips and slide them over the head of Zeke’s cock. From his own experience he knew she would be greedily sipping up the drop of pre-cum oozing from it. She then started making a humming noise in a smooth, steady tone—choosing an old Palestinian lullaby with which to torment Zeke— for a few seconds at a time as she moved her mouth up and down his shaft. Zeke groaned as she varied the pitch to create different sensations, just the way they’d taught her. Damn, but she was a responsive student! Raoul felt his own need steadily building, but tamped it down. It would be a sin to rush such a virtuoso performance.
Zeke grabbed one of her tits and pinched the nipple, hard and insistent. Raoul threw aside the flogger and played with her ass—kissing, sucking and biting at the sensitive area he had just whipped. Cantara continued to hum around Zeke’s cock. He had to be close but Raoul knew he had superhuman control methods and would spin this out, enjoying the time he spent hovering on the brink. He flexed his hips and thrust himself into the back of her throat. Cantara accommodated that thrust without missing a hum. Raoul’s heart swelled with pride. She hadn’t even known what a blow job was before she met the two of them. Now she could sing while she drove Zeke wild. Some achievement!
Raoul’s fingers, slick with lube, played with her anus, probing and delving. He knew exactly how to ring her chimes and sensed excitement ricocheting through her when he nudged her knees apart. One of his hands reached between them and played with her clit, tormenting the distended flesh. She almost elevated from the floor.
“Keep still, darlin’,” he said in a rough, gravelly tone. “And take your punishment.”
She mumbled around Zeke’s cock when Raoul slid a vibrator into her sopping cunt and switched it on to a moderate speed. Then he penetrated her backside with the tip of his cock. He grabbed her hips and slid a little deeper before withdrawing again, one of his hands pushing the vibrator in and out of her in time with his thrusts from behind.
“Greedy little witch, ain’t she?” Raoul mumbled. “She has her mouth, cunt, and backside full of cock, and still seems to want more.”
Perspiration transferred from Raoul’s body to hers, or was it the other way around, as he leaned over her and nipped at her shoulder blade. She had told them more than once that what they did to her made her feel alive, wanton and desirable. It gave her something to live for again—a circumstance she hadn’t anticipated after the annihilation of her family left her dead emotionally.
“You like my cock up your ass, sweet thing?” Raoul asked.
She couldn’t speak with her mouthful, but nodded vigorously.
“Steady, sugar,” Zeke said, chuckling. “Don’t bite the cock that feeds you.”
“You’re gonna have bruises on your ass from that flogging,” Raoul said. “But you only have yourself to blame for that.”
As punishments went, it was pretty inept because Cantara liked having bruises, if they were inflicted in the name of making out.
“Fuck, Raoul, we need to pick this up, buddy,” Zeke said, his voice strained.
“I hear you. Okay, babe, here’s the deal. You’ve behaved badly so you don’t get to come.”
She made another protest, but with her mouth so full of cock it sounded more like a gurgle. There wasn’t any way in the world she could stop herself from coming, and they both knew it. It was just Raoul’s way of making his displeasure felt. An excuse to chastise her some more for being disobedient.
“That’s it, baby, eat my cock!” Zeke was moving his hips faster, no doubt encouraging Cantara to slide her tongue from his balls to his head and back again. Raoul was pummeling her ass like he’d never fucked it before, taking out his anger on it.