Kings of Hell

Alyssa’s POV

Dale lays me down across his lap, but in a more… odd position. I’m laid back across a pillow, his hand running down my leg, the other over my lace lingerie.

Without a word, Dale grasps both my ankles and lifts both my legs up and back toward my face.

I end up curled back on the pillow, laughing awkwardly.

“What are you doing, boss?” I ask – just as Dale’s fingers run over the lace between my legs, inspecting the whole outfit I had as a surprise for them later.

“You think you need to seduce us with lace, doll?” Dale is very smug.

“Please don’t rip it off,” I ask, “Please… I like it.”

Dale looks down at me, holding my eye and reading my expression – distracting me as his other hand picks up his folded belt and smacks it across my cheeks, narrowly missing my pussy.

I don’t react at all. Sure, I flinch a bit with the surprise but I don’t make a sound and I don’t blink, I just watch him. I felt like being a bit rebellious.

He knows I’m acting tough, but I don’t care – I am tough.

“Is that all you got, Dale?” I tease him.

“You prefer a gun shoved up your pussy – you remember that, don’t you, whore?” Dale smiles slow remembering when he caught me at that party in the night, kidnapping me, basically.

“Oh, whatever,” I whisper like I don’t care, just for him to smack my ass against with the belt, a bit harder. I try kicking my ankles out of his grasp but he just holds me a little tighter, and he drops the belt onto the couch.

“On second thoughts, I can just do this,” Dale’s fingers stroke over my panties, immediately soaking them through, “You’re not allowed to cum, kitten, until I allow it,” Dale warns me as he rubs and strokes along my pussy, from clit to entrance, over and over, harder and rougher – the repeated movements are intense.

I won’t lie, that’s a lot worse of a threat than a belt on my skin.

My blood is rushing with intense pleasure, as his fingers are pure magic, knowing exactly how hard to stroke and where.

I purse my lips as I try to resist, but my body is attuned to his hands, and I feel my hips rising in response as I squirm, trying to feel more pressure since he keeps teasing me just enough to drive me mad.

Ding.

I get a small shock.

We’re no longer alone.

“Holy goddess, I need that pussy,” I hear Ace growl out – followed by a flash in the air and a lightning bolt striking my clit – and also Dale’s hand.

Dale hisses under his breath as he takes his hand off me, shaking off the bolt, and I hear Serge chuckling as he comes forward.

“I was trying to help, boss,” Serge drawls, “Since you don’t know how to remove panties.”

“I don’t want them ruined, Lightning!” I yell out, huffing and puffing with my legs still pushed back so I’m still curled up like a damn backwards snail, “Let me up, boss,” I growl at Dale, and he glares at Serge and then me.

“How about this – shut up, you precious whore, they’re just panties,” Dale rips up my panties – but doesn’t break them, he just twirls them up to my ankles, pulls and twists them into a knot, and then spanks me hard with his hand once, before shoving me off the couch and his lap, onto the floor.

I fall onto my hands, but my ankles are firmly crossed and tied together. I try crawling forward but Dale stands up over me, a leg either side of me as he leans down for my bra – unclipping it gently and letting it fall apart and down my arms, onto the floor.

At least he was trying.

“Stay like that, doll,” Dale puts a hand on the back of my neck as he gets down on one knee to drawl over my head, “We want your fresh pussy on display, stay still. We miss it.”

He takes a seat and I stay on my hands and knees, looking over my shoulder as STRIKE all take a seat on that large couch.

“Very nice view,” Jose growls, taking up the belt from Dale and winking at me when he catches my gaze – before he slams that belt across my ass with his super strength.

I can’t keep it in this time.

“Ow-FUCK, Boner, I swear if you do that again I’ll claw your eyes out of your skull –” I growl back, only for him to spank me with the belt again – with the same ferocity.

SMACK.

“Come get me, baby,” Jose teases me, knowing I can’t do a damn thing with my ankles all twisted up.

I turn around, slowly, but Dale’s purple eyes flash with a warning.

“Did I say to move, or stay, kitten?” Dale asks.

We battle each other with our eyes, and I can’t take Serge’s annoying smirk on the side, not a scowl – rather pleased by my predicament.

“Then be nice if I obey,” I growl back as I turn around and give them my ass again, looking over my shoulder to see Serge take the belt next and stand up.

“My turn, doll face,” he whispers, “I broke my legs for you when you fell, be a good doll and stop the back chat,” I know he only teases, but I glare and he smacks my ass next with the belt, following it up with an electric shock.

Fuck, they were so brutal with me! I scream into the floor, clenching my fists.

When I stop clenching, my body relaxes for a moment, my ass stings – and I feel unholy wetness dripping out of me, straight down my pussy.

“Slut, for pain,” Dale drawls, “Thank us.”

“…thank you…” I whisper it quietly, blushing as I do.

“Good girl,” Serge compliments, smacking my ass with the belt again. I cry out but I keep my forehead to the floor, trying to keep steady so my thighs don’t tremble.

Now they’re all quiet as they watch my wet pussy quiver, and I know they want a taste but who will take it quick enough?

“Ace… get us some drinks, this is going to be a long night,” Dale murmurs under his breath, “Our kitten got what she wanted – a date night. Now we get what we want.”

Asshole. He had to make it an exchange, of fucking course.

“I ain’t moving,” Ace disagrees, so Dale and Ace focus on each other and I focus on the gun in the back of Serge’s pants as he takes the opportunity to go for Ace.

“Move it, pretty boy,” Serge growls – meanwhile I’m twisting around, cutting through the panties with my nails in an instant and jumping silently to my feet, snatching the gun out of the back and grinning as I hold it up to Serge’s scarred face.

“Hey pretty boy,” I tease him back, “Watch your six. You’re getting lazy, Lightning,” Serge is not afraid of me, but still he looks slowly back at me, watching me holding the gun up to his eye, and noticing my cheeky smile, “Has anyone ever considered that I could be the boss?” I drawl as I back up and look at Dale, then back to Serge and back again. Both look pretty annoyed I asked such a question. “What’s the matter ladies? Can’t take a joke?” I walk back to a couch of my own, sit back, and move quickly. I turn off the safety on the gun and shove it up my wet hot pussy in front of all of them, fucking myself. That’s got them quiet for once, “No one wanted to fuck me,” I sigh to the room, “So I have to fuck myself,” When Serge takes a step toward me, I take the gun out and point it at his balls, “Remember?” I ask, knowing they all do, the night I targeted their dicks and balls and showed them my own precision.

“It probably won’t fire since you soaked it, doll,” Serge growls, casually, “Give me the gun.”

“No, it’s mine now,” I raise the wet barrel to my mouth and suck off the juices, before pointing it back at him “Maybe it’ll work, should we try?” I point it past him, toward Ace, as he moves behind the bar.

I aim at the shot glasses he already lined up and I press the trigger.

The handgun fires just fine, and one shot glass explodes.

I laugh.

Ace drops the whiskey bottle – while Dale and Jose both jump up and pull their guns on me.

“Now you’re wrecking shit,” Dale growls, “Put the gun away. Stop playing around.”

“Oh, no, just think, maybe I’m more insane now?” I ask, lowering the gun at his request, “I wouldn’t have hit anyone,” I add, “Don’t take away my fun.”

“You’re being naughty, Alyssa,” Dale rarely uses my name, “Don’t make us tie you to the bed so we can really show you what it means to get fucked into submission.”

“Oh, gosh, you threatened me with a good time,” I raise the gun again, waving it at him, “What are you going to do about it? I decided I’m my own boss now,” I move slow, backing up out of the lounge area, slowly moving toward the exit.

“Where are you going to go dripping wet and naked like that, doll?” Jose asks, raising a brow.

“From crying to me minutes ago to a hysterical bad whore, has anything really changed?” Dale growls at Serge, while they’re all glaring at me, my horny beasts want compliance, not this.

“Leave then, we’ll call in other kittens,” Serge suddenly barks the threat and smiles cruelly at me, turning from me and sitting back down, pulling out his C-link, “Well?”

“You don’t have other kittens,” I growl, pointing the gun at Serge, “Or did you all fuck other whores while I was brain fucked?”

“Calm down, kitten, a soldier’s got to fuck, and you were busy playing house,” Dale rubs it in, “Yeah, Lightning, call Daphne and Lilah, they were a good pair, weren’t they?”

“Obedient to the bone,” Jose adds, watching me closely.

I can’t tell if they’re joking.

“I’ll kill you all if you’re being serious,” I growl, shuffling closer toward the back of the couch. I point the gun at Jose briefly so he backs up a step or two out of my path, while I shuffle closer to look at who Serge is talking to.

The C-link shows absolutely nothing, but by the time I’m close enough to see that non-information, Dale spins around with a smirk and Jose jumps behind me, grabbing both my arms and squeezing until I let go of my acquired weapon.

He keeps me bent over, while Serge slowly turns to me and sees my face next to his shoulder.

“Will you stop being a cunt?” Serge asks me.

“Fuck you –” Lightning leans in and kisses me quiet, biting my lip hard for a moment to make it bleed before kissing me more gently, and I kiss him back, while I feel Jose’s dick slide over my pussy, gathering juices, before he slams his huge dick into my asshole, a clear punishment.

I gasp into Serge’s mouth, as I’m railed from behind, and Dale watches me get subdued so quickly.

I’m trying to kiss Serge, trying not to cum too quickly, and trying to breathe at the same time.

“Slut,” Jose trails his fingers down my spine, and spanks my ass with his hand, clenching and kneading my butt cheeks.

Ace eventually brings over the drinks, and Dale and him share a glass each, while I’m casually getting fucked next to them – and Serge breaks the kiss to jump up and zip off his pants, lifting my chin to fuck my mouth.

I gladly take it and choke on his dick, as Lightning rams it deep and keeps it deep, while taking a shot from Ace, and downing that while ramming into my throat.

I swallow him down, avoiding the need to gag, as I’m used to this,

I can’t take the fast pace of Jose pounding me though, and I want to cum so bad.

I look to Dale with watery eyes.

He knows what I want.

He leans up over the couch to whisper over my face.

“You can cum, whore,” at the end of the sentence, I let go – and my whole body succumbs and squeezes. I cum hard instantly. Jose has to hold my hips steady, and Serge stays deep to feel me sucking so hard. Jose starts to fuck me harder, straight through my first orgasm.

“Fucking hell, no kitten compares,” Serge speaks over me, scowling with the pleasure – as he spits onto my face, but it’s hot as hell to me, “Bad slut.”

“Watch it,” Dale snaps at him since he almost got spit on him, too.

“You want some for yourself?” Serge asks, laughing at Dale.

“You want Ace up your ass?” Dale asks, reaching for the back of Serge’s pants.

Ace’s eyes widen as he stands up to intercept.

“Allow me,” Ace tries to move in, and Serge pounces and dances off the couch, spinning around a few times as he finds his feet away from them.

His dick was so hard, he was almost about to cum, but now he pulls up his pants and strikes down Ace with a lightning bolt to the chest.

“Go fuck yourself,” Lightning snarls, while Dale casually stands, now officially starting to feel drunk, he takes Serge’s place, pushing his dick past my wet lips, and holding his own hand gun to my temple.

“How does it feel?” Dale asks, flicking off the safety, “Playing with us?”

Before he starts to fuck my mouth he pulls out his dick to press the gun to my lips instead, slipping it into my mouth, leaning down to speak again, “You’re not the boss,” Dale growls over me, “…but you are the queen…” he takes the gun out of my mouth, to see my tongue lolling out – and he can’t hold back anymore. His dick takes its place. Dale face fucks me, holstering the gun and grabbing the back of my head, using me rough. I choke hard and Jose is nowhere near done tearing up my ass while my pussy clenches nothing, “We’re going to fuck you until nothing at all goes round in that pretty little head of yours, whore,” Dale threatens me, with purple slit eyes, “We’ve never wanted a damn thing from you but this,” he pinches my nose shut and I choke more, almost blacking out, until he lets me breathe, “Nothing changes,” he adds, “Nothing. Your ours forever. Exactly like this,” Dale even takes his dick out of my mouth to ask me, “Do you understand, slut?” he holds my chin up, as his eyes look deep into mine.

“I never wanted anything else in the entire universe,” I answer with honesty, as my eyes tear up and my hands clench into the couch with building pleasure, as Jose doesn’t slow down.

Dale loves watches me cry with pleasure, he doesn’t move back up just yet.

“…if only I could explain to you how we really feel,” Dale whispers, “Fuck you,” he hovers his mouth close to mine, but won’t kiss me, “Forever and always, you’ll be our whore – I don’t care if you change your mind. You belong to us – you belong to me. I won’t ever let you forget.”

“I know –” I try to agree.

“Just shut up,” Dale stands back up and plugs my mouth with his cock, “Just suck,” he holds my chin up high, so he can push in nice and deep, until his heavy balls hit my chin and he starts to fuck me hard. He chooses long strokes, all the way out, only to slam back in and claim my throat, again and again, hearing me gag and splutter, but never complaining.

I suck.

Gladly.

Every cell in my body loves pleasing their cocks.

And I don’t care if it’s wrong or strange to anyone else, because being used by my four beasts feels right to me.