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Elora

I felt so tiny between them, each of them more than a foot taller than me, and almost three times as wide. I bit my lip, knowing I'm in big trouble. The worst part is, they look happy about this, almost as if it was planned.

I can't talk myself out of this, that much is clear. But maybe I can sweet talk Felix into going easy on me. I don't know what they're going to do, and a sick pet of me is excited to find out.

I looked up at Felix through my eyelashes, "Hi daddy," I tried to say sweetly, but my voice came out small and scared.

He smirked, his thumb pulling my bottom lip down, "Awe baby," he pushed his eyebrows together, giving me a false look of sympathy. He leaned down, pressing a kiss against my lips, "That's not going to work," he whispered.

I gasped as something cold clicked around my wrist. I looked down, seeing a silver pair of metal handcuffs. Felix skillfully cuffed my other wrist before I had time to react. How did I not notice those in his hand?!

Quin grabbed the chain between the cuffs, moving my hands over my head. "Its time for you to learn how to keep your hands to yourself, doll," he said as he hooked the cuffs around the shower head.

My arms and torso were stretched to the maximum, with the showered being several inches above me. I stood there, completely bare to them, my body on full display, with warm water dripping down my skin. The only way I'm getting out of this is if they unhook me, I can't get the cuffs over the shower head myself.

My showers huge, easily fitting the three of us. Felix was stood at my side, and Quin in front of me. My chest rose and fell rapidly, anticipation killing me.

Felix moved my hair behind me, his fingertips burning my neck wherever they touched. "Do you know what a safe word is, baby?" He asked.

I shook my head, "No?"

He ran his hand down my stomach, his touch soft like little butterfly kisses. "A safe word is a word you say when you want to stop. If you say your safe word, everything stops immediately, do you understand?" He explained.

Well, why not just say stop? I nodded, "Yes-"

"Ask them to explain. Don't lie." Lucifer demanded in my mind.

I blushed, "Can't I just say stop?" I asked.

Felix smiled, looking happy that I asked, which confused me. "When you told Duke to take it out last night, did you mean it?" He asked.

It hurt badly, but I didn't want to stop. "No, not really," I admitted.

Felix nodded, "That's the difference. If you say stop, we will, but it might be more of a pause or check in. But if you use your safe word, we'll know we crossed a physical, emotional, or even moral boundary," he explained.

Oh. I like that idea, but I doubt I'd ever use it. "Why are you telling me this?" I asked.

"Because you're going to use it, today," Quin answered.

Felix studied me, "Using your safe word isn't bad, baby. It's a very good thing, and you need to be comfortable saying it. So we're going to push you to your breaking point," he added with an evil smirk.

My lips parted as I started at them in shock. Breaking point? What are they going to do...

"Pick a word, babydoll," Quin ordered.

Oh jeez. I like cookies? They're sweet and sugary, and I wouldn't accidentally say it during sex. Sugar? No, it doesn't really roll off the tongue. Flour? No. I raised my eyebrows, "Vanilla?" I thought.

Quin smiled, "I like it," he shared a glance with Felix that I couldn't read.

Felix adjusted the shower head, moving it up higher. I whimpered, barely being able to stand on my toes now. I squirmed, my arms starting to hurt from being strained.

Quin stepped closer to me, his hand once again cupping my girly parts. "Are you still sore?" He asked.

I nodded, "Uhu."

He smirked, "Good."

He plunged two fingers into me without any warning. I cried out, flinching against the cuffs. I didn't know wether to cry or moan at the mix between discomfort and pain.

Felix moved behind me, lifting me up by my thighs and spreading them open. My thighs were in the splits, bent at my knees. "Watch his fucking fingers," Felix ordered. "Watch him use your little pussy while your restrained," he growled into my ear.

I looked down, watching Quin roughly pumping his fingers into me. His hand is covered in veins and looks strong against my much softer skin. I moaned, feeling myself close already. It's all overwhelming, their words, my position, having then both in here using me for their own pleasure, and Quins fingers.

Quin went faster, his hand slapping against my pussy, splashing water from the force. I yipped, trying to close my legs, but Felix held them. "You want to come, doll?" Quin asked, his free hand gripping my cheeks.

I nodded, desperate for a release.

Quin impossibly pushed his fingers into me faster, and I felt myself clench around him. "Words," he warned.

I gasped, "Yes! Please..." I whispered.

Quin smirked, and I started cum, but then everything stopped as he pulled his fingers out of me. "No!" I cried, a painful ache between my legs, as my orgasm slipped away from me.

Quin pulled my face close to his, "Bad girls don't get to cum," he said in a low voice.

I squirmed against Felix, hating that I didn't get to finish. It's cruel.

Felix let go of my thighs, and I once again struggled to stand on my tip toes. I felt his dick against my ass, resting between my cheeks. I widened my eyes, feeling how hard and big it is. I absentmindedly rubbed against him, loving the way he feels against me.

Felix's hand was around my throat in a second, stopping my movements, "Look at you, so desperate for cock," he husked into my ear, sending chills down my spine. "You want me to punish fuck my little pussy? Hm? Is that what you want?"

Another wave of arousal crashed into me and I moaned, my body feeling like it's on fire. Punish fuck? I know I don't like being punished, but that doesn't sound bad...

Quin smirked, "Awe look how pathetic she looks. Poor baby can't even make decisions for herself," he said with false empathy.

I felt a piece of myself, the part that needs to be in control of everything, my need for everything to be my way, fade away. With one sentence from Quin, I slipped into a state that I've never experienced before, and I liked it.

For once I wasn't thinking about the right thing to do, organizing my thoughts, micromanaging everything around me, or making decisions. I have no desire to make any decisions right now, and my mind feels free. The buzz that's always there, is gone.

I blinked up at Quin, my eyes hazy and full of love, "Use me," I practically begged, giving them complete control.

A satisfied smirk fell on his lips as he gave Felix a look.

Felix unhooked the cuffs from the shower head, my arms falling behind my back. I sighed, relieved that my arms aren't sore.

Felix placed his hand on my lower back, "Bend over," he ordered.

I bent at the waist, stopping when I was parallel to the floor. I gasped, feeling Felix's huge tip probe mu entrance, rubbing up and down my slit teasingly.

Quin fisted his hand in my hair, pulling my head back, forcefully making me look up at him. "Open," he rasped out, his other hand around his dick.

I opened my mouth, eager to taste him. He placed his tip against my lips, pushing himself into my mouth.

I moaned, feeling Felix slowly enter me. I whimpered around Quins dick, feeling stretched and sore again. But I loved it.

Felix moaned as he slowly buried himself inside me, the sound music to my ears. "You're so fucking tight, baby," he cursed.

Quin rubbed his tip against my tongue, a deep moan escaping his perfect lips. "Wrap your lips around me," he told.

I closed my lips around him, and he pushed himself further into my mouth. I softly bobbed my head, sucking half of him into my mouth. His head fell back as he moaned, using my hair as leverage to push me further down into him. "Fuck, your little mouth is just what I needed."

Felix grabbed by wrists, and thrusted into me. I cried onto Quins dick, my eyes welling with tears. He's massive, and I'm glad he gave me a few minutes to get used to him, like Duke did.

Both of them started thrusting into me, using me like I begged them to. I tried screaming in pleasure, but it came out muffled as Quin pushed himself down my throat.

I coughed when he took it out, drool running down my chin. "Such a dirty slut," he mumbled before taking my throat again. I was fighting the urge to gag as he slid down my throat, stopping my breathing.

Fekix slapped my ass, hard and I moaned loudly, tingles erupting like ripples from where he hit me. "I've wanted to bruise your perfect skin since I got back," he groaned, slapping me again.

I flinched, feeling myself close to cumming again. I need to cum, they can't torture me like that again.

Quin pulled out, allowing me to breathe. I took in a big breath of air, "Please let me cum, daddy," I cried out, tears falling down my cheeks.

Quin shut me up, thrusting himself down my throat again. He chuckled, "What do you think, Felix? Has she earned it?" He teased.

I whimpered, trying to say yes, but it was impossible to talk with Quins dick on my mouth.

Felix grabbed my hips and pulled me back onto him. I moaned, my vision becoming blurry as he hit the perfect spot. Oh my god... please. "Cum for us, baby," Felix moaned.

My whole body flinched and I immediately came. Quin pulled out of me and the shower was filled with my moans and whimpers.

Felix didn't let up on his thrusts, making my orgasm last for what felt like forever. Felix slapped my ass again, "If you want to cum so bad, let's see how many you can take before your legs give out," he threatened.

Quin pushed himself into my mouth again, grabbing my head with his hands and roughly bobbing my head on him. "I'm going to cum down that pretty little throat abs you're going to swallow it all," he said lowly.

I nodded, my eyes hazily blinking up at him. He's so handsome... I want him to feel good like I am. I hollowed my cheeks and sucked harder, ignoring the soreness in my jaw.

Felix's thrusts became faster and more sloppy, his grunts and moans pushing me over the edge again as I came for the second time.

My hands shook behind my back, and my legs trembled, struggling to stay up against Felix's powerful thrusts.

I felt Quin twitch in my mouth and moaned. "Fuck, Elora," he moaned as he spilled his cum down me throat.

I swallowed mouthfuls of his sweet tasting cum, overjoyed that I made him feel good. He pulled out of my mouth, and I gasped for air, looking up at him.

Felix slammed my hips against his, a loud wet clapping sound filling the room. I whimpered, feeling overwhelmed. "Daddy," I moaned.

He moaned, "Daddy's cumming baby," he said. "Fuck you're going to milk my cock of everything I have."

A warm, full feeling spread through me as he came inside me. I cried out again, clenching around him as I came.

My legs finally gave out from under me, and if Felix wasn't holding me I would have fell onto the floor. My mind felt completely fuzzy, but I'm proud of myself for lasting this long.

Felix wasted no time, as he brought my shoulders back, lifting me to an upright position. Felix kissed the tears on my cheeks, still inside me. "I don't think she's had enough, Quin," he smirked.

I whimpered, looking between the two. What does he mean?! I can't take anymore of this. I want to lay down and have a little nap.

As if on queue, the shower curtain was softly pulled back, revealing Lucifer, a smug grin on his lips.

I don't think I've stopped blushing this entire time, but if it's possible I turned darker. He leaned against the wall, holding something out to Quin. It was some kind of handle with a rounded end to it, like a microphone.

I pushed my eyebrows together, confused. He's not here to save me? To take these cuffs off and carry me to safety? What the hell did he give Quin, and what's with the grin?

Lucifer smirked at me, "Scream for me, kitten. I'll be listening," he said lowly as he turned and walked away.

I widened my eyes, "Lucifer?"

Quin pressed a switch on the thing and it started making a buzzing sound. I narrowed my eyes at it as he placed it against my clit.

I gasped, flinching against Felix, as it sent waves of pleasure through me. Felix gently rocked his hips, and I shuddered.

"How many are we at, baby? Three?" Quin asked.

I tried my hardest to think, but I honestly can't remember. My mind is complete mush.

Quin smirked, pressing another button on the torture device. If possible, it vibrated faster, almost painfully against my clit as I came again.

I couldn't help the scream that escaped, my body becoming jello in Felix's strong arms. It's all too much, the orgasms are starting to push me over the edge.

Quin ran his thumb across my cheek, wiping away a tear, "Feeling sleepy?" He asked, and I couldn't tell if he was teasing me or not, my brain isn't working like it usually is. I can truly only focus on the throbbing between my legs.

Felix pulled out of me, and I whimpered at the tenderness. I thought it was bad before, now it's fresh and I doubt I'll be able to sit right for a few days.

Quin pressed the button again and I thrashed against Felix, my vision starting to blur, "Vanilla!" I finally gave, unable to take another second of this. It's too much to handle.

Quin pulled the thing away, setting it down on the side of the shower. Felix released my hands from the cuffs, placing gentle kisses to my shoulder.

Felix hugged my shoulders, supporting most of my weight, "Shh, you're okay, baby. You did amazing," he cooed into my ear.

My body was shaking violently, and I couldn't stop it. Everything felt numb, ans when Felix tried to put me down, I couldn't stand on my own legs.

Quin grabbed me, holding me up by my waist, "You lasted much longer than I expected," he moved us into the water again. I looked around, noticing Felix wasn't in here anymore. "I'm so proud of you, babydoll," he praised.

I blinked slowly, smiling up at him. My mind feels so funny, I'm acting weird too.

Quin took a cloth and gently cleaned my thighs, washing away any sticky stuff. He got close to my clit and I flinched, whimpering. I'm way too sensitive down there and I don't want anything even near my girly parts.

Quin put the cloth down and turned the shower off. When he opened the curtain, Felix was there with a warm towel in hand. He gave it to Quin, and he wrapped it around my still shaking body.

Felix was wearing sweatpants now, his chest still a little wet. He took me from Quin as he tried off. "Do you want to get dressed or take a nap?" Felix asked.

I blinked up at him. Is that really a question he has, "Definitely nap," I groggily answered.

He smirked, "I thought so. Come on, let's get you to Duke before he has an aneurysm," he smirked down at me, but I didn't understand what that meant.

Felix carried me bridal style into my bedroom. Duke was sitting on the edge of my bed, his elbows rested on his knees, and his hands folded together, looking worried. What's wrong with him?

He widened his eyes, taking my shaking, towel bundled self in. He stood up, walking over to us, "Baby, you're shaking," he observed, his tone filled with worry.

He'd be shaking too if he just went through what I did.

Felix handed me to Duke, who squeezed me in his arms, almost protectively.

Quin walked out of my bathroom with boxers on. He smirked, "Are you gonna live?" He asked.

I nodded, "I'm fine?" I'm just exhausted.

Quin smiled at me, "Oh I know, babydoll. You're happily sedated," he shifted his gaze to Duke, "I was talking to Duke," he gave him a pointed look.

Huh? I blinked slowly, my mind too mush to comprehend what Duke was so worried about.

Duke gave him a warning look, before he carried me out of the room, "Are you okay, baby?" He asked gently.

I nodded, "I'm tired, come sleep with me?" I yawned, cuddling into his chest.

He sat on his bed, pulling the blankets over us. I felt warm as he took the wet towel off and pulled me into his chest, "You surprise me, Elora," he whispered.

"You love surprises," I absentmindedly responded.

"I love you."