Rough Night (Wrong Guy)
Species: spotted hyena, deer, cat, dog 
Keywords: F/M, M/M, F/M/M/M, rape, date-rape, gang-rape, force, bondage, BDSM, abduction, rough, vaginal, anal, oral, licking, kissing, drugs, chubby, curvy, busty, big-tits, big-cock, abuse, facial, spanking, face-slapping, wax-play, pearl-necklace, toys, sex-toys, biting, pain, whips, flogging, handjob, fingering, fellatio, cunnilingus, blindfolds, virginity, gags, choking, tit-fucking, predator/prey

 “Get up,” Nick said. 
Bea opened her eyes. She’d drifted off to sleep while crying, but Nick’s voice woke her up. Bea looked at him. She wiped her face with her arm. Her fur was still wet from her tears and her cheeks still felt hot. 
“Get up,” Nick repeated. 
When she didn’t comply, he grabbed her arm and dragged her off the bed and across to another door. It opened to reveal a bathroom with a shower, a toilet, a mirror, and a sink.  Nick pushed Bea towards the shower. Her legs felt numb and she collapsed to the floor as Nick pushed her.  She winced and looked up at him. 
“The other two might not care about fucking a couple of filthy little holes,” Nick said, “But I like to start with a clean hole. Now clean yourself up.” 
After a hot shower, followed by a very uncomfortable enema and drying process imposed on her by Nick, Bea returned to the bed. She had never felt so humiliated before in her life. She curled up and hugged her knees to herself.  Her wet hair lay fanned out around her.  She’d barely had time to breathe before Nick spoke again. 
“On the floor,” he said. 
She lifted her head and looked up at him, then to the floor. On the floor a medium-sized square pillow had been laid out.  It looked to be about three feet in length, with one end being a few inches higher than the other. There were leather cuffs attached to each of the four ends. Cameras had been set up on each side. 
“You can’t film this,” Bea said, blinking back tears. “Didn’t you get enough from earlier?”
“Don’t make me ask you a second time,” Nick said darkly.  He held a dark blue scarf in his hand. 
Bea pushed herself up and groaned. Her limbs were still sore. She slid off the bed and knelt near the pillow.  Nick put his hands on her shoulders and pushed her backwards over the pillow. He grabbed her hips and pulled so her ass rested on the higher end of the pillow, and then cuffed her ankles and wrists. He rubbed his hands up and down her thighs, then pushed her knees open so she was lying in a frog-like position.  It wasn’t a terribly uncomfortable position, but Bea didn’t like the idea of being restrained or alone with Nick. Something about him frightened her more than Byron and Erik. He leaned forward and tied the scarf over Bea’s eyes, blocking out her vision. She bit her lip, suddenly feeling more nervous than usual, although she was glad that with the blindfold on she didn’t need to see her nudity or him. 
“What are you going to do?” she asked, trying to hide the whimper in her voice. 
She didn’t receive an answer.  A moment later she heard a soft thud, then a couple of “pings”.  She flexed her fingers and swallowed hard. She could still taste Byron’s cum on her tongue. She heard the sound of a zipper and then heard what sounded like items being moved around.  Some sounded metal.   
“What are you going to do?” she asked again. “Please, let me go.”
She felt a hard slap on her thigh and yelped. 
“I didn’t give you permission to speak!” she heard Nick snap.  
She whimpered, biting her quivering lip. 
“Say ‘I’m sorry, Sir’,” Nick said. 
Bea sniffed. 
“I’m sorry,” replied. 
“I’m sorry, Sir,” Nick said, in the same dark tone from earlier. 
Bea sniffed again, shaking her head a little. 
“I’m sorry, Sir,” she replied. 
“Good,” Nick said, then went on, “While we’re alone here you will address me as ‘Sir’ or ‘Master’, and I will let you go when I feel like it.” 
Bea swallowed hard again. She didn’t want to call him anything. She felt his hands on the insides of her thighs and gasped, a ripple of pleasure traveling through her skin.  Nick began to massage her inner thighs. Bea moaned softly, then bit her lip.  The massage caused her pussy to throb again.  She felt herself getting swollen and wet again.  The hands traveled a little further along her inner thighs, moving closer towards her pussy. She arched her back and rocked her hips, her moans getting louder.  She whimpered and bit her lip.  The hands traveled closer, the massage becoming a little more firm.  Thumbs brushed her swollen pussy lips and she cried out softly. 
Nick lightly stroked his thumbs up and down her swollen lips. He spread her lips and rubbed them with his thumbs. 
“You have a beautiful pussy, Bea,” he said. 
Bea bit her lip, muffling a moan. She hadn’t noticed it earlier, but he had a slight English accent. 
“Still pink,” Nick went on, giving Bea’s clit a quick flick with his tongue. “But with hints of purple and red, glistening and sweet smelling.” 
She did not take his words as a compliment. They only made her feel more uncomfortable. 
“Say ‘thank you’,” Nick said. 
“Th-thank you, Sir,” Bea replied. 
His hands moved away from her and she heard a loud buzzing sound. Her ears twitched a little. Something, something that vibrated powerfully, pressed to her clit.  She gasped, her cry catching in her throat, as her clit was suddenly burning from the sensation.  She moaned loudly, arching her back. She clenched her fists and tilted her head back.  The buzzing rubbed back and forth over her clit and she cried out, flexing her fingers.  She tried to move her legs but they were stuck.  She bit her lip, trying to muffle herself, but another loud moan escaped her lips. 
“Are you cumming?” Nick asked. 
Bea bit her lip and swallowed hard.  
“N- ah!” she began, finding it hard to talk. “Ah! N-no S-s-sir!” 
The buzzing rubbed a little faster over her clit.  She whimpered and tilted her head back. 
“When you’re about to cum, you ask me,” Nick said. “Is that clear?” 
She bit her lip again. She felt another hard slap on her thigh and yelped. 
“Is that clear?” Nick said, his voice raising a little. 
“Y-yes!” Bea replied, though it was more of a yelp. 
“Good girl,” Nick said. 
With her eyes covered, she was forced to concentrate solely on the sensations attacking her clit. The sensations were almost heightened.  Her thighs quivered and she arched her back again.  
Nick rubbed the device a little faster over her clit. He moved it to the left side of her clit and dropped a dollop of spit on her clit, watching as it rolled down her slit. He then shoved the device into Bea’s pussy, holding it in place for a few moments. He slid it back and forth in her pussy, occasionally twisting it.  Bea shivered from the trickling sensation of his saliva and when the device was shoved inside her, she gasped and arched her back again.  With it inside her, she got a slight idea of what it might have been. It was long, hard, and it felt smooth. Though it wasn’t as thick as Byron or Erik’s cocks, it was still a sizeable device.  An image of something she once saw in Tori’s apartment came to mind. A vibrator. 
As Nick twisted the vibrator in her pussy again, Bea bit her lip.  He held it in, allowing it to vibrate against her walls and g-spot.  She whimpered and yelped, tilting her head back again.  Nick slid the vibrator in and out of her, slowly, for a bit.  He turned it slightly to one side and then slowly to the other.  He spat on Bea’s clit again and spend up his thrusting.  
A squeal escaped Bea’s lips and she clenched her fists again.  She cried out and arched her back. 
“I’m going to cum,” she whimpered. 
She didn’t want to cum but she couldn’t stop it, then, and she hated herself for it, she asked, “May I please cum, Sir?” 
The room was silent but for her moans and the buzzing, then she heard Nick’s voice. 
“Yes, you may cum,” Nick said. 
He increased the speed of his thrusting.  Bea tilted her head back further, her moans getting louder, arching her back.  She clenched her fists and unclenched them. She whimpered and cried out, cumming over the vibrator.  She collapsed against the pillow, panting heavily. Nick pulled the vibe from her pussy and she gasped softly, a soft breeze blew over her pussy.  The buzzing stopped. 
“Th-thank you,” Bea replied. 
Fingers dug into her thigh. 
“Thank you, Sir!” she said quickly. 
“Good,” Nick said, though his tone was cold. “You’re getting a little better at this. Now let’s turn things up a little.” 
Bea’s ears twitched.  She opened her mouth but then quickly refrained from speaking. She didn’t want to see him progress from slapping. She heard something that sounded like a lit match. Was he planning to set her on fire? She pinned her ears back and tried to look around despite the blindfold. The room was silent for a little while, then she felt something hot drip onto her breast and she winced. 
“Candle wax,” Nick said. 
Bea winced as another drop of hot wax landed on her left nipple.  She felt it harden and she turned her head away.  She bit her lip and whimpered, tears squeezing from her eyes, as Nick continued to drip the wax on her nipple until the little nub was completely covered. He dripped wax down her breast and down her body, moving slowly, dripping wax over her belly.  When she felt a drop of hot wax land on one of her pussy lips, she yelped and began to sob softly, trying to prepare for the worst. Instead of wax, Nick slid the buzzing vibrator into her pussy again, sliding it quickly in and out of her. 
Bea cried out and clenched her fists again. She clenched her teeth and tilted her head back again. 
“I don’t hear you asking if you can cum!” Nick shouted at her. 
“P-please may I c-cum?” Bea asked. “P-please, S-sir?” 
“You may cum,” Nick replied. 
Bea breathed a sigh of relief, immediately cumming over the vibrator. She panted, her breasts rising and falling with each deep breath. 
“Th-thank you, Sir,” she breathed. 
Nick removed the blindfold and Bea quickly shut her eyes, the light stinging them a little.  She looked to the side for a moment, then turned her head again. She saw Nick holding a lit white candle in one hand and the vibrator the other. It was shiny, and a deep purple in color, about a foot long.  Nick looked to the vibrator and licked it, sighing at the taste. 
“Byron was right,” he said. “You are a sweet girl.” 
Bea felt her stomach turn at the word “sweet”.  She hated the way it sounded on his lips. Nick licked the vibrator clean and set it aside. He blew out the candle and set it down, then reached into the bag again and held up a plastic black clothespin. Bea’s eyes widened. She didn’t want to think of what he planned to do with it. Nick smiled at Bea. It was a sickening, wicked smile.  
“I made you cum, twice,” Nick said. “Now it’s your turn to make me cum, but just so you’re not too deprived…”
He twirled the clothespin in his fingers a couple of times. 
“Where do you think I should put this?” he asked, pressing the tip to Bea’s right nipple. 
He circled the little nub with the pin, then slowly trailed the pin over Bea’s belly and back down her body. He held it up and opened and closed it. 
“If you don’t choose, I will,” Nick said. “And you won’t like the place I choose. You have ten seconds.” 
Bea shook her head. 
“Please don’t,” she begged. “Please?” 
“Eight seconds,” Nick said. “And I didn’t hear a ‘Sir’ in there.” 
“Please don’t,” Bea whimpered, her eyes wet with tears. “Please!” 
“You’re shouting at me?” Nick asked, his eyes widening a little in surprise, then the corner of his lip twitched into a smirk. “That’s a bit naughty, and not very smart considering the position you’re in. I think I know where I’ll put this…” 
His hand moved down to her slick, swollen pussy and rubbed her lips. 
“No, no, no!” Bea whimpered, pulling at the cuffs. “Don’t!” 
Nick spread her lips and clamped the pin to her clit.  She yelped, throwing her head back, sobbing from the burning pain. A short stream of juices squirted from her pussy as the clamp squeezed her clit.  Tears rolled down her cheeks. 
“Please!” she sobbed. “Please take it off! Please!” 
She clenched her teeth and fists, tightening her lips.  Nick touched her swollen lips and slipped two fingers between her folds, stroking them up and down the hyena’s slit. The buck pulled his fingers back, a thin string of fluids briefly connected him to her pussy. He held his fingers up, inspecting them, looking at the glistening, sticky fluids. He looked down at Bea and smiled. 
“You came,” he said, a sadistic grin on his face. “Looks like you enjoy pain, little slut. You’re a whore for pain.” 
Bea looked at the ceiling, her lip trembling. His words stung her and she shut her eyes tightly. 
“I’m not a slut,” she said softly. “I’m not a whore.” 
“Are you lying to me?” Nick asked, raising his brows. 
“I’m not a slut or a whore,” Bea said, then shouted, “Your friends raped me!” 
Nick backhanded her hard across the face. She felt her neck crack and her muzzle slapped against the carpet. She lay in a daze for a few moments. Bea blinked a few times, trying to bring herself back to reality.   
“Do not talk back to me,” Nick said. 
He flicked the clothespin and Bea whimpered. It tugged at her clit as it swung and seemed to squeeze it harder. Nick leaned over Bea.  
“Never talk back to me,” he growled in her ear. “Never take that tone with me. I watched you, how you got wet earlier from them playing with you, from them fucking you. You enjoyed it. You enjoyed their cocks in your filthy cunt. You wanted it.” 
“Byron threatened to kill me,” Bea said softly. “What was I supposed to do?” 
Nick laughed. 
“He was fucking with you,” he said. 
Nick flicked the clothespin again and she cried out. 
“I, however, am not fucking with you,” Nick said. “I actually will kill you if you piss me off enough. It will be easy. I’ll strangle you, then I’ll chop you into pieces, and then I’ll dump you into the Hudson for the fish. No one will ever find a trace of you. No one will care.” 
Bea listened to him, wide-eyed, shaking. 
“Be a shame, though,” Nick said, sliding his hand down to cup Bea’s right breast. “A shame to waste a nice body like this, and when you have so much potential. Also a shame because Byron and Erik have grown quite attached to you, and walking in to see you dead on the floor with me hacking your limbs off would upset them greatly.” 
His eyes became dark. Bea pinned her ears tightly against her head. She shivered beneath him, her lip quivering. 
“Now I think you owe me an apology,” he said. 
“I haven’t done anything,” Bea said. 
“You’ve been a naughty girl,” Nick said. “You raised your voice to me, talked back to me. You insulted me and my friends. You need to apologize and make things right.” 
“No,” Bea said. 
Nick smiled again. He closed his hand around the clothespin. 
“Let’s try this again,” he said. “Apologize for being a bad girl, or I will rip this pin off you. That’s going to be very bad for you because it will likely take, or at least damage, a very personal part of your body and I don’t think you want that. I’m going to count to three. One…” 
“No, don’t do this,” Bea begged. 
“Two…” 
“Please!” 
She felt Nick starting to pull at the pin and she burst into tears. 
“Alright!” she cried out. “I’m sorry!” 
“Sorry for what?” Nick asked. 
“I’m sorry for insulting you, Sir,” Bea said. “I’m sorry for insulting you and your friends. I’m sorry for yelling at you. I’m sorry for being a bad girl.” 
She sniffed, swallowing hard. She looked up at Nick, her vision a little blurry from crying so much. Nick smiled and let go of the pin, but gave it a flick with his finger. Bea bit her lip. 
“And what are you?” he asked. 
Bea blinked out tears and sniffed again.  She looked away. 
“I’m a slut,” she said softly. “And a whore for pain.” 
 “I didn’t catch that,” Nick said. “Say it again so I can hear you, and look at me when you say it.” 
She turned to him, tears in her eyes. 
“I’m a slut and a whore for pain,” she replied, tears rolling down her cheeks.   
He smiled and stroked her hair. 
“You are forgiven, this time,” he said, then sat up on his knees. “Now how will you make it up to me?” 
He stroked his hand over his crotch. There was a noticeable bulge in his jeans.  Bea looked at it. She swallowed hard. She started to speak but stopped. Nick raised a brow. Bea looked away, then looked at him. 
“May I…” she started, then stopped. 
She swallowed hard and then said, “May I suck your cock, Sir?” 
She hated herself for saying it, and hated the sight of Nick’s smile even more. 
“Why yes,” he said. “You may, my sweet little slut.”
Bea swallowed bile in her throat. She hated that word. 
Nick stood up. He adjusted the cameras, then knelt next to Bea’s head. He touched her cheek with the back of his fingers, then unzipped his jeans and held his erect cock to Bea’s lips. She looked up at him, back at his cock. She paused for a bit, then gave the head of his cock a timid lick, making a slight face at the taste of his pre.  Nick gave an approving sigh and curled his fingers in her hair. Bea closed her eyes and took the head of his cock into her mouth. She sucked lightly on the head of his cock, rubbing lightly at the head with her tongue.  She tried to take him a little deeper but he held her in place by her hair. 
“But one bite, and you’re dead,” he warned.
He loosened his grip on her hair and rocked into her mouth.  His free hand stroked her face and moved down to her left breast. He traced his fingers around her wax-covered nipple and gently squeezed her breast. He lightly scratched her with his nails, peeling the wax off her nipple. Bea sucked a little harder on his cock and rocked her head a little, trying to move her lips along his length.  She sighed into his length as he squeezed her breast, and she moaned as he rubbed his palm over her sore nipple. Her moans sent soft vibrations up his length and he groaned, squeezing her breast a little harder. 
She felt her clit tingle a little, most of the pain she’d felt earlier having faded. Her clit felt a little swollen and as she shifted on the pillow, the pin moved. It swayed a little and tugged at her clit. She moaned into Nick’s cock, sliding her lips over his cock a little faster. He squeezed her breast a little harder and pinched her nipple lightly, gently twisting it. He tugged gently at her nipple and she arched her back, making the pin swing again. She gasped into his cock and Nick pushed her back. 
“Keep your mouth open,” he said, stroking his cock.  
He stroked his cock a little faster, tilting his head back.  He growled loudly, shooting his load onto her tongue, chin, shoulder, and breasts. Bea shut her eyes tightly as his cum landed on her tongue.  He rubbed the head of his cock over her tongue and then gave her cheek a hard slap. She looked up him, confused, but she didn’t speak and swallowed his cum. 
She saw Nick reach into the bag, his hand rummaging around a bit, and remove a pair small clamps. They were silver, connected by a chain, and tipped with rubber. 
“You ever see a pair of these?” Nick asked. 
Bea shook her head, her ears pinned back. 
“They’re called nipple clamps,” he said. “Pretty self-explanatory, but much more forgiving than the clothespin on your clit.” 
He cupped Bea’s breasts, gently massaging them.  Bea laid her head back, closing her eyes. She moaned softly as Nick kneaded her breasts. She gasped as he sucked her right nipple between his lips, and she sighed softly as he rubbed his hand over her left nipple. He released her nipple with a soft smack and flicked his tongue over it. He kissed across to Bea’s left breast and flicked his tongue over her nipple, giving it a long, gentle nibble. Bea licked her lips and tilted her head back a little. 
Nick picked up the clamps. He grasped Bea’s left breast and sucked her nipple again, then attached one of the clamps to the erect little nub.  He stroked his hand over Bea’s right nipple and attached the other clamp to it. Bea winced as the clamps squeezed her nipples.  She bit her lip, squeezing her eyes shut tight. 
“They’ll be much worse coming off,” Nick said. “But they look lovely on you.” 
He kissed Bea’s belly, kissing her along her belly. He licked up her thigh and flicked the clothespin with his tongue before taking it off. Nick flicked his tongue over Bea’s swollen clit and sucked it between his lips, massaging the sore little nub and flicking his tongue over its trapped tip. 
Bea winced as the pin was flicked. She had just breathed a sigh of relief when Nick’s tongue was applied to her clit. Her sigh turned to a gasp. She moaned loudly and cried out, rewarding him as he sucked her clit between his lips with a burst of cum over his chin. 
Her eyes snapped wide open. She hadn’t asked for permission to cum, though she had cum very quickly, but Nick didn’t seem fazed. He sucked on her clit for a few moments and released the little nub with a loud smack. He flicked his tongue over it a few times and sat up on his knees to look at Bea. 
“You are a whore for pain,” he said, stroking his cock, making it spring back to life. “You came very quickly that time.”
Bea opened her mouth to speak, but Nick cut her off. 	
“I will let you off this time,” he said. “Just this once, but remember to ask before you cum.” 
He pushed his jeans a little lower and put his hands on the insides of Bea’s thighs again. 
“Now that you’re all wet again, I think I’m going to see for myself what has my friends so attached to you,” he said, and then quickly pushed his cock into Bea’s pussy. 
She arched her back and gasped. His cock was thicker than both Byron’s and Erik’s. He moved in and out of her slowly, his hands sliding up her thighs to her hips and back down again.  He teased her swollen lips with his thumbs, gently spreading them as he moved his cock in and out of the hyena in languid strokes.  He squeezed Bea’s breasts, then slid his hands back to hold her hips. 
“Well now,” he sighed. “I see…”  
His hand moved up again and hooked his finger into the clamps’ chain. He tugged gently, tugging at the clamps. Bea tilted her head back again. The pain wasn’t as bad as she thought. Her nipples throbbed from the clamps. It was almost pleasurable. She clenched her fists again and released them, her head turning to the side. 
Nick smirked and increased his speed, his hands moving up to hold Bea’s hips. Her breasts bounced, jiggling a little, and the clamps tugged hard at her nipples. She arched her back, whimpering.  His pelvis bumped against her still sore clit and she yelped. She clenched her teeth and flexed her fingers, turning her head away again, sobbing and moaning beneath the buck. 
“Shit, you are tight,” Nick breathed, as he increased his speed a little. “You’re testing my control.” 
He leaned over her and cupped one of her bouncing breasts, squeezing it. He pressed his muzzle into her neck, his breath hot on her throat.  He ground his hips against hers and rubbed against her sore clit, making her wince. He kissed her breast and licked her neck. Nick gritted his teeth and pushed his cock a little deeper, still grinding against the hyena. 
“Holy shit,” he groaned. 
He squeezed her breast harder and his hips sped up.  Bea bit her lip. She felt her body starting to shake a little.  She whimpered and tilted her head back but Nick stopped his hips. 
He smiled at her through his panting. 
“Not just yet, little girl,” he said, then pulled at the chain again. 
Bea winced and Nick resumed his quick thrusting, moving his cock in and out of her in short, shallow thrusts.  He pulled his hips back a little and concentrated just on the hyena’s g-spot with the head of his cock, making her whimper and moan a little louder. 
“There it is,” he whispered in her ear. 
He rubbed the head of his cock over Bea’s g-spot a little faster and then slammed his hips against hers again, slowly sliding his cock in and out of her. 
“May I… May I c-cum, Sir?” Bea asked softly through her moans. “Please, S-Sir?” 
Nick didn’t reply to her for a couple of minutes.  He let go of the clamp chain to squeeze her breast again, and then hooked his finger into the chain again, lightly tugging. 
“Yes, you may cum,” he breathed.  
Bea gasped and arched her back into him.  She groaned and released a flow of cum over his cock. She laid back against the pillow, trying to catch her breath, but she arched her back again and Nick’s hips picked up speed. A few moments later he emptied his seed into her. He laid over her, his muzzle pressing into her neck. 
“Tha-thank you, Sir,” Bea said softly. 
He gave her hip a pat and sat up, pulling his limp cock from her pussy. He pulled his jeans up and sat back for a bit, catching his breath. When he felt stable, he stood up and walked around, moving the cameras. He positioned one camera near bed, towards the foot, and the other on the other side of the bed near the headboard. He then unzipped his jeans and pushed them down, stepped out of them and walked over to where Bea was laid. Nick un-cuffed her and pulled her up off the pillow onto her knees.  He didn’t remove the nipple clamps.  
“Come,” he said, rising to his knees. 
He walked over to the bed and sat down.  Bea followed but Nick stopped her. 
“Stay on your knees,” he said, stroking his cock. 
Bea paused, then got on her knees in front of him. His cock was fully erect.  
“Let’s see what you can do now that you’re not restrained,” Nick said, still stroking himself. 
Bea looked up at him. She didn’t speak. Nick reached down and grabbed the chain, pulling Bea forward. She gasped and inched forward on her knees. Nick tugged hard on the chain, making her wince. 
“If you do a good job, I’ll remove them,” Nick said. 
He cupped Bea’s chin in his hand and rubbed his cock over her face. Bea winced and tried to pull away, but Nick slapped her cheeks a couple of times with his member, alternating between each cheek. 
“Go on,” he said. 
Bea swallowed a lump in her throat, then licked the head of his cock.  She heard Nick sigh and licked the head of his cock again, taking him into her mouth. 
“Use your hands too,” Nick told her. 
She lifted her left hand, wrapping it lightly around his cock. 
“Tighter,” Nick told her. 
She tightened her grip a little, not hard enough to hurt him, although she wanted to so badly.  She didn’t want to chance raising his anger too much, and she also didn’t want to run out naked into the hall. She knew she wouldn’t get very far anyway.  
“Slide your hand up and down my cock,” Nick ordered. “Keep sucking.” 
Bea moved her hand up and down his length.  She nodded her head a little, sliding her lips and tongue up and down his length, listening to his moans. 
“Faster,” Nick groaned. 
Bea stroked his cock a little faster, lightly squeezing him with her hand. She bobbed her head a little faster on his cock. She gave a muffled whimper into his cock, shutting her eyes tightly to try and block out the experience. She tried to ignore the bitter taste of his cum. Nick grabbed a fistful of her hair and pulled her mouth off his cock, tilting her head back to force her to look at him. 
“How does my cock taste?” he asked. 
He twisted his fingers tighter in the hyena’s hair and pulled her head back a little further. Bea winced and took a deep breath. 
“It tastes good, Sir,” she said quickly, her voice soft but shaking. 
“Have some more then,” Nick said, and pushed her mouth back onto his cock. “Don’t forget my balls.”
Bea squeezed her eyes shut again. She touched his balls with her right hand, gently squeezing them. She heard Nick give an approving groan and his grip loosened on her hair.  She resumed sucking his cock, sliding her right hand up and down his length.  She massaged the underside of his cock with her tongue and pulled her head off briefly to lick at the head of his cock, pressing her tongue into the tip of his cock.  Her hands and lips became wet and sticky with his precum and she briefly released his cock to wipe her hand on her thigh. 
“Let’s see what you can do with those big tits of yours,” Nick said. 
Bea paused. She wiped a couple of tears with her arm, then cupped her breasts.  She pressed his cock between them. The clamps’ chain got stuck pressed against Nick’s thighs and Bea winced as it tugged at her nipples. She looked up at Nick, then closed her eyes and began to rub her breasts up and down his length. 
Nick groaned and tilted his head back, lightly stroking Bea’s head.  The hyena winced as the chain pulled at her nipples again. 
“Hurts?” Nick asked, chuckling a little. 
Bea was silent for a bit, still rubbing her breasts up and down his length. 
“Y-yes, Sir,” she winced. 
“Good,” Nick said. “Keep going. Suck my cock again.” 
Bea winced again as the chain gave her nipples another hard pull, then bent her head and took the head of his cock into her mouth as it protruded from between her breasts. 
“That’s a good girl,” Nick said. 
More of his pre was released over her tongue, and Bea winced.  She rocked a little on her knees. She took him a little further into her mouth and he pushed her back. He grabbed the chain with his left hand and stroked his cock with his right. 
“Open your mouth,” he panted, stroking himself quickly. 
Bea bit her lip as her nipples were pulled taut by the chain. She whimpered, the opened her mouth and closed her eyes. 
“Stick out your tongue,” Nick groaned. 
She did.  Bea was soon greeted by several thick ropes of warm cum draping themselves on her tongue, face, and breasts. She heard him chuckle again. She closed her mouth and swallowed the cum he had deposited on her tongue. She kept her eyes closed. 
Nick reached forward and removed the clamps from Bea’s nipples. She winced as the blood flowed back into her nipples. She heard Nick laugh a little. 
“Get up,” she heard him say. 
Bea winced, slowly pushing herself up. Nick grabbed her arm and led her to the bathroom. 
“Open your eyes,” he said. 
Bea opened them. He’d stood her in front of the mirror by the sink. She pinned her ears back. Her face and breasts were splotched with his cum. 
“Look at yourself,” Nick said. 
He was standing in the doorway, leaning on the frame with his arms crossed. 
“What a filthy little whore you are,” he said. 
Bea closed her eyes, her shoulders shook a little. 
“I didn’t say you could look away,” Nick snapped. 
Bea whimpered, choking back a sob. She opened her eyes again and looked at her reflection. 
“Say it,” Nick said. “What are you?” 
Bea bit her lip. She tried to blink back her tears back two squeezed out. 
“I’m a whore,” she said softly. 
“I didn’t hear that,” Nick said. 
“I’m a whore,” she said, lifting her voice a little. 
“What kind of whore are you?” Nick asked. 
Bea whimpered. A sob escaped her lips. 
“I’m a filthy whore,” she whimpered. 
“A filthy whore who…” Nick started. 
“A filthy whore who likes pain,” Bea replied, before breaking down in soft sobs. 
“There, was that so hard?” Nick said. 
Bea didn’t answer him. 
“Well?” Nick asked. 
She kept silent, then whimpered, “No, Sir.” 
“Good,” Nick said. “Now clean yourself up.” 
Bea filled the sink with warm water and picked up a wash cloth. She soaked the cloth in the water and cleaned the cum from her face and breasts.  She cleaned the cloth and hung it up to dry, then drained the sink and walked back into the bedroom. She sat on the bed. She saw Nick had moved the cameras again.  He walked to the closet and opened the door, reached inside and withdrew a long black bar. It was three feet long. There was a cuff attached to each end and two cuffs attached to the center.  Nick sat on the bed and pulled Bea back, rolling her onto her belly, pushing her onto her knees so her ass was lifted.  He reached between her legs and grabbed her wrists, pulling them beneath her. He buckled her wrists to the inner cuffs on the bar and then buckled her ankles into the outer cuffs so her legs were spread wide for him. 
“What a lovely sight,” Nick said. 
Bea winced.  She flexed her fingers.  It was a very uncomfortable and embarrassing position.  All of her weight was placed on her breasts, her still sore nipples throbbed painfully, and her pussy and ass were exposed.  Lifting her head weakly, she saw a camera had been set up behind her near the headboard. She saw Nick looking at her out of the corner of her eye, admiring his work. Bea winced and put her cheek to the mattress. 
Nick picked up the bag, setting it on the floor by the side of the bed. He reached into it and took out a tube of lubricant and three flexible dildos of varying thicknesses, each a foot long. The thinnest was red and an inch thick, the medium-sized was blue and two inches thick, and the thickest was black and three and a half inches thick. Bea caught a glimpse of them and bit her lip.  She wanted to ask him what he was planning but quickly stopped herself, remembering what had happened the last few times she’d spoken without permission. A hard slap on her ass shook her from her thoughts. 
“Your pussy has had enough attention for the moment,” Nick said. “It’s time to open that cute little virgin asshole of yours.” 
Bea started to sob again, her body shaking. 
“Why are you crying?” Nick asked. “You’ve got nothing in you right now.” 
He squeezed Bea’s ass and said, “Oh course, I could give you something to really cry about…” 
Bea whimpered and swallowed hard. She tried to calm herself, biting her lip, though her body kept shaking. 
Nick rubbed Bea’s ass, then picked up the red dildo and the tube of lubricant. He squeezed a bit of lube onto the dildo and rubbed it over, coating it, then pressed the tip into Bea’s tailhole. The little pucker put up a bit of a fight, but Nick gave a hard push and the slick dildo bullied its way in. Bea cried out, clenching her fists.  She bit her lip and whimpered. 
“Please stop!” she whimpered. “It hurts!” 
She heard him laugh and her chest tightened. 
“This isn’t even the biggest one,” Nick said. “You’re so sensitive.” 
He slid the dildo in and out of her in quick thrusts, twisting it in between every few thrusts. Bea bit her lip, chewing it to try and keep from whimpering. Her ass was a little less flexible than her pussy and the skin of her anal walls felt much more sensitive than the walls of her vagina. 
“You’ll thank me for this later,” Nick said, sliding the dildo a little deeper. 
Bea cried out and bit into the mattress, sobbing into the sheets. She flexed her fingers again and squeezed her eyes shut.  Nick slowed his speed a little, sliding the dildo slowly in and out of her.  He pulled it out to just the tip and spat on it, then quickly shoved it back into Bea’s ass. He gave her left cheek a couple of firm slaps and squeezed her cheek, massaging it as he sped up his thrusting.  
“Vaginal sex is nice,” Nick said, then added, “But there’s something about anal… Not quite sure how to describe it, but it’s something else. I think it’s the tightness…” 
He removed the small dildo, set it aside, and lubed up the blue dildo, quickly sliding it into Bea’s ass. Bea arched her back a little and clenched her fists. Nick slid the dido in and out of her, alternating between slow strokes and quick strokes. He squeezed Bea’s left ass cheek again and slapped it a couple of times. He pulled the dildo out and tapped against Bea’s tailhole, then slid it back into her, twisting the dildo back and forth as he slid it in and out of the female. 
After a few minutes he removed the blue dildo and picked up the black dildo. He added a little extra lube and shoved it into Bea’s ass. He squeezed her right ass cheek and slapped the left. Bea dug her fingernails into her hands and whimpered, trying not to scream. Her ass felt like it was on fire and she worried she was bleeding. 
“How does it feel to have your ass fucked, slut?” Nick asked. 
Bea’s chest tightened. 
“It hurts, Sir,” she replied, sniffing. 
She choked back a sob. Nick gave her right cheek a hard slap and she yelped.  He slid the thick dildo in and out of her ass for a few minutes and then removed it, admiring the gaping hole it left. A few moments later, Bea heard the bed creak and lifted her head again to see the buck preparing to mount her.  When she saw him lube up his cock, Bea squeezed her eyes shut and lowered her head. He put a hand on her back and she jumped. 
“Tell me you want my cock in your ass,” Nick said. “Say, ‘I’m a dirty little whore, please fuck my ass, Sir.’” 
A tear rolled down Bea’s nose and she swallowed hard. 
“I want you in my ass, Sir,” she whimpered. “I’m a dirty little whore, please fuck my ass.” 
Nick smiled and pressed the head of his cock to her shrinking tailhole. 
“As the whore wishes,” he said, then pushed his hips forward. 
She cried out as he shoved his cock into her ass.  He held her hips and fucked her hard, sliding his cock in and out of her in fast strokes.  He groaned and tossed his head back, squeezing her hips.  He whooped and fucked her a little harder, his hips slapping against her ass. 
“How does it feel to have a big cock in your ass?” Nick asked, slowly sliding his cock in and out of the hyena’s ass. 
Bea bit her lip, sobbing underneath him. 
“It burns, Sir,” she replied. 
“Burns so good, right?” Nick said with a grin, speeding up his thrusting again. “Bet you’re glad now that I took the time to open you nice and slow earlier.” 
Bea pressed her nose into the mattress, trying to muffled herself.  A hard slap on her ass made her lift her head. 
“Yes, sir!” she yelped. 
“Good girl,” Nick sighed, pushing his cock a little deeper into her. 
He squeezed her ass again and then slowly removed his cock from her ass and held her cheeks apart, peering into her gaping hole. 
“I can see into your ass,” Nick said, then shoved his cock back into the hyena’s gaping hole as it slowly began to close. “So pretty, soft and pink.”
Bea whimpered into the mattress.  She wanted him to cum and get it over with, but she knew Byron and Erik would be returning soon and the nightmare would begin again. 
“I could fuck this little hole all day,” Nick sighed. 
He fucked her a little harder and then emptied his cum into her ass. He laid over her, holding her hips, his hot breath blowing over her shoulder. He pushed himself up and pulled his limp cock from hyena’s ass. A cold breeze blew into the open hole and Bea shivered. Nick rubbed Bea’s back and sat up. He un-cuffed her and set the bar aside, allowing the hyena to move. He got off the bed and walked to the bathroom to clean his cock. On the bed, Bea rolled onto her side. She winced, her breasts still sore from being lain on for so long, and hugged her knees. She barely had time to relax when Nick picked her up and took her to the bathroom. He cleaned the two of them up, giving Bea another uncomfortable enema, and then dried the two of them off. He carried Bea back to the bed and laid her down. 
“The boys should be getting back soon,” Nick said. “You can rest for now. We’ll need you to be awake for Round Three.” 
Bea whimpered and hugged her knees again. She watched as Nick walked around, checking the cameras. He turned them off, switched the SD chips, and then plugged the cameras into their chargers. He looked down at Bea and smirked, then picked up his jeans.  He pulled them on and left the room, leaving the hyena alone.