My Name is Mud

Well, here's one more chapter. I don't have any idea for the next one, so it may be sometime before I update again, but I'll try to make it shorter than 2 years.
Read and enjoy.
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Taking his time in sitting up, James looked at her critically, “Fix yourself and get the door.”

“Yes Master.” she said hurrying to the door while fixing buttons.

Catching her arm he said, “You will give them with the same amount of respect you give me, and address them all as Master.”

She bowed her head telling him she understood. Opening the door she was met with three confused looks. They knew there was supposed to be a slave in the house, but she looked too much like a schoolgirl, despite having opened the door on her knees.

Then she said, “Master is just down the hall watching TV.” And they all knew it was just an act.

“Stand up.” One of them ordered. He looked at her critically, she looked up at him without inclining her head. He was a little scrawny, his face was long and somewhat pinched, but he had high cheekbones.

Someone else “dropped” car keys on the ground a little further down the hall. Without missing a beat she turned her back to them and knelt at the waist, giving them a liberal view of her full rounded ass. Taking the keys in hand she faced them again and dropped to her knees. She held the keys up to the boy who had dropped it, a red head built like a linebacker. “Forgive me, Master.” Reaching not for the keys he grabbed the tie and pulled her forward, give me a proper apology.” While he demanded it, she could tell he wasn’t expecting her to do it. She grinned up at him as she reached for his fly. A wide grin crossed his face and she started to suck on his member. The other two boys left them to go into the living room. But within moments he came.

Without warning he picked her up and threw her over his shoulder, he held her with one arm, and with the other buttoned his fly. He sat her down on the side square side table next to the couch. And the as of yet silent one, tall and gangly brown haired kid addressed her slyly, “What are you playing at Slut? Pretending to be a catholic girl.”

She grinned sweetly saying, “I didn’t think I was too far off the mark.”

The pinched face one went on, “Yeah you did, no catholic girl is going after a heffer like that one over there.”

She winked at the big guy, “Of course they will, especially if he wins the game.” He rolled his eyes at her, and she stood, without any protests from the guys and got drinks from the kitchen. While they were hanging out, watching TV, talking, she sat in the kitchen. After a couple hours when they told her to make something quick to eat she made sloppy joes.

Before she could retreat back to the kitchen James grabbed her arm, “Nope. Sit right here on my lap.” She balanced on his knee, he had a hand on her ass helping support her, but not really. She held his plate when he wasn’t eating with one hand, and when he was finished he had her suck his fingers clean. And while she was going back to the kitchen the pinched face boy dropped some of his food on her. She was just surprised it took this long.

“Kevin! Look what you did to my poor little slut.” James grinned at him.

Grinning back, Kevin said, “I can fix it.” And with a napkin rubbed the stain through the silk.

“You just made it worse.” jeered the gangly one.

“What are you talking about Jeff? He made it better.” the linebacker volunteered, and ripped the silk shirt at the buttons off of her. “See all better, no more stain.”

Shaking his head, Jeff answered him, “Yeah but there’s no shirt either.”

“Are you complaining?” Kevin hissed at him.

James had just been sitting on the couch still, watching what was going on, and then murmured, “Yes, but my poor little slut is a mess now.” He sighed and melodramatically reaching for her said, “I guess I’ll have to fix it, you guys just keep bungling it up.” Leaning down to the top of her breast were the sauce had leaked through he licked it off. Katya watched the boys over his shoulder, all lust filled.

Kevin pulled her away from James when he lifted his head, “Bunglers are we? Well, then I guess this isn’t surprising.” He dropped more of his sloppy joes on her, down her breasts. Before anyone could interject Kevin fumbled with the bra but getting it off, fell to cleaning her back up. His tongue was more forceful on her, and once all traces of food was gone he sucked more on her nipples. She moaned arching her chest into Kevin, but was looking at James, lounging on the couch. He looked at her with approval, while his hand was stroking his now exposed cock.

Strong thick fingers were squeezing her ass, and a mouth was breathing heavy on her neck, making the hairs stand on end. Kevin’s hand had moved down to her pussy, rubbing and spanking it lightly. The hands on her ass slid to her sides to keep her still while she felt his cock grind against her. Leaning her head back she grabbed Jeff’s head behind her, drawing him into a deep kiss.

Screeching sounds of moving furniture reached her ears. Before she knew what was going on she was ripped away from Jeff and placed on her stomach on the side table, moved to the center of the room. The table was barely wider than she was, and so had a hard time balancing for the few second before Jeff was in front of her. She wrapped her arms around his slender waist and started to suck his cock.

From behind, as he was lifting her skirt Kevin said, “Arch your back, unless you want me in your ass.” He held her hips still to get better leverage on her as he entered her. “Such an eager Whore. Do you know how wet you are?” He mocked her.

She gripped Jeff tighter as each thrust from behind tilted the table upward. But to keep her body as arched as possible she tried to grip Kevin from behind in her knees, and bent the legs up, trying to hook her ankles together.

Jeff fisted her hair, pulling it tight, keeping her as far down on his cock as possible. He was thrusting into her so she just had to keep her throat as relaxed and open. Saliva spilled down her chin.

She thought it a harsh comedy that though she was taking their virginity, she was jammed between the two of them, unable to do anything, be anything other than their sex toy. But that’s what I am, isn’t it? She thought grimly, holding on tight for the ride.

Too soon she felt Jeff’s hips jerk as he emptied down her throat. Her head dropped as Jeff left her, expecting either James, or the still unnamed linebacker. She gripped the legs of the table, hoping he was holding her stable enough. But she didn’t have much enough time to think about it as Kevin’s cock erratically spasmed, pumping semen into her.

Her chest heaved as she caught her breath, but it was ripped from her as her arm was grabbed and she was picked up. She was over the linebacker’s shoulder again. Going to the bathroom he found a bottle of mouthwash, “Rinse and gargle.” Not satisfied the first time, he had her do it again. Behind her he trailed his tongue down her spine. He knelt on the floor, his hands were on her flat stomach, he was kissing the small of her back.

“I’m done.” She murmured while slowly turning, so that he could kiss her hips and stomach.

He stood over her, regarding her with this blue eyes. She felt embarrassed about being exposed for the first time in weeks. He pitied her, and it pissed her off. Being aggressive in her anger, she stepped forward, pressing herself against him. She could feel his erection, and she gyrated her wide hips against him, and whispered against his neck, “Who’s the pity case? You feel sorry for me, but would still feel my hot pussy begging for you.”

Smirking as he pulled the skirt off her, he said, “If you don’t want pity,” he picked her up and she wrapped her legs around him, “then you’ll get none from me.” He pressed her against the wall, bending his head down and he bit and sucked on her breasts, leaving bruises. He pulled on a nipple ring and she arched her back moaning into him. With hands running through his curly red hair, she pushed his head harder against her chest.

He pulled his mouth away from her, and still with her pressed against his chest he brought her not to the living room, but to the basement. Half of it was a game room with bar.

Sitting her on the edge of the billiards table he told her to hold her arms out straight. Her hands too were to be out straight. In the right hand he placed the 8 ball, in the left the cue. “Don’t let these fall.”

He took a short cue from the rack and chalking it, pressed the ferrule and tip to her lips, “Kiss it.” She kissed the tip, but licked the ferrule and shaft as if it were a cock, but she was looking up, giving him a mischievous look. Rolling his eyes he gave her inner thighs a quick smack with the shaft. The motion jarred her and the balls rolled in her palm, “Spread them.”

I definitely like him, she thought, but said, “Yes Master.” As she tried to balance on the edge of the table without falling onto the felt she widened her at the hips, trying to get her thighs into a split stance.

From her side, he trailed the cue down her back, leaving blue lines. She shivered, her back arched, and her arms trembled. She hoped it was just from chills. She couldn’t have her arms fail on her. He tapped her sides, just trying to get her off balance. The longer she sat, the more force he put behind the hits. It was during this time that the other boys came down, Kevin and Jeff sitting on the couch parallel to the long side of the billiard table. Jeff automatically turned on the TV, but no one was watching it.

James reached for a pool cue, but was stopped. “If you please, James, she gave me an open invitation, more of a challenge, really.”

Backing off James answered, “By all means then Mike.” He took a seat at a barstool by Mike.

“But would you mind handing me the other short cue?” Handing it over, Mike stood in front of her, chalked it, and had her kiss the second cue. One tip passed through a nipple ring, like a knight showing lance skills, and held her breast taut. With the second cue he spanked her breast back and forth. A supplicating moan passed through her lips, and her hips gyrated. He didn’t spank her very hard, but the cues were a custom hard oak set. She was soon bright red, in some places were white stripes, traces of blue chalk covered her chest. Body shaking with pleasure, her mouth was agape and moan after moan was coming out of her, but her arms had drooped. He gave her a few sharp smacks and she raised them again with a groan.

He stepped forward, hand squeezing her thigh, blue eyes cold, “Are you complaining, Slave?”

Eyes glazed over in want she whispered, “No, Master.”

Pressing against her, he ground his hips into her dripping pussy. Her hips immediately matched his rhythm. A strong jaw line, and a wide shaped face hovered above hers. After running his tongue over her lips he sucked on her lower lip, grasping and pulling on it with his perfect white teeth. He loved her high pitched moans, the smell of her want. She was trembling against him, he knew she wanted to cum.

Looking over his shoulder to James, who was almost behind himself with lust Mike asked, “Is it allowed to orgasm, James?”

With some regret he answered, “Well, it challenged you, so your call.”

Taking a step back from her, Mike rubbed the length of her pussy with the butt end of the cue. Her head was thrown back, her body violently shaking. With an idea Mike shoved a finger into her pussy just to get it wet. Smearing her juice over her breasts he held the cue against her. Pushing her breasts together, so that the cue slid between them, and still rubbed her clit. He held his finger above her mouth and she latched onto it hungrily. He leaned in and whispered to her making it look like he was nuzzling her neck, “You’re going to end up punished for reaching orgasm now, or later, so try to wait until James fucks you, he’s going crazy not being able to have you. Just nod your head if you’re with it enough to understand.” She nodded against him, but wasn’t sure if she would be able to hold off.

Holding onto a nipple ring, he stepped back. He pulled her far enough where she had to get off the table, the cue clattered to the ground. Pulling the ring down she was forced to bow. He picked up the cue and pressed it to the back of her head, pushing down. She was forced in a prostrating bow, her arms on either side of, still holding the balls. “Did I tell you to move Slave?” Cool anger was in his quiet voice. He replaced one of the short cues for a long one from the rack, chalking this one as well, and again had her kiss it.

“No Master.” She answered from the ground. Standing at her side he placed his boot carefully on the back of her neck, just keep her from rising, not to choke her. Standing a few feet from her, Mike still held onto the short cue, leaning on it, as if it were a cane. He pushed her with the tip of the cue, seeing how stable she was, naturally she was too grounded to fall. Blue dots decorated her side. Tickling the bottoms of her feet, she bit her lip: her feet were extremely ticklish. Her body squirmed, toes wriggling, trying to get away.

He wedged the cue between her thighs and ankles they were resting on. She raised herself up, putting weight on her knees instead. Giving her two short quick smacks on her right side he barked at her, “90 degrees to the left.” He could now get behind her. Kevin and Jeff were now in front of her. Giving her ass two quick hits she moved forward, “Kiss your Masters’ feet. Thank them for earlier.”

She recognized their shoes because of opening the door for them when they first arrived. She inched forward first to Jeff. She licked and kissed his boots, pressing down hard so he would actually feel her kissing him. The pool cue was sliding between her thighs, rubbing against her exposed pussy. While blabbering thanks to Jeff for fucking her whorish pussy, she had to concentrate not to grip the balls in fists. Her back was arching, she was trying to get more contact, or even penetration from the cue. Withdrawing the cue, Mike directed her to Kevin’s feet. They were looking down at her laughing. James was watching it all with extreme lust. He hadn’t yet had her today. In a second the cue was again rubbing her pussy. Mike jerked it up quickly and spanked her pussy hard. She gasped and lurched forward.

The 8 ball fell. With a laugh Mike sneered, “You’ve done it now Slave.”

Taking the short cue in hand he rubbed the butt end of it along her pussy, getting it slick and wet. Bending down Mike spread her cheeks and inserted the butt end into her sharply. She grunted, it was easier to take than a cock, but he inserted it deeper and deeper into her. She didn’t know how much was in her, but she didn’t think she could take much more. As he had inserted more of the cue into her, her back became more vertical. She put her right hand on the ground and tried to even her weight between her knees and arm. She contemplated dropping the other ball so she could get on all fours, she was not stable and she didn’t like it. But Mike stopped when he had forced about 10 inches into her.

While he liked the look of her, he wanted her head up. There was a spool of string near the dartboard, used to measure out the distance. He cut a piece and tied one end to the shaft of the cue, getting it into a drove of a joint so it wouldn’t slide. The other end of the string was tied to her hair elastics after lifting her head. Her pigtails were a complete mess by now. She realized what he had done immediately, if she dropped her head even slightly, she shifted the cue in her.

Spanking her thighs with the long cue, he directed her to move in circles. Tears immediately began to spring from her eyes. Jeff and Kevin were getting uncomfortable, but couldn’t take their eyes off her. Stopping her in front him, Mike pushed the tip of cue forward, it wasn’t enough to actually move it deeper into her, but enough to make her stumble against him. He mockingly soothed her as he unbuttoned his pants, he held her head still, and slapped her face with his cock before thrusting it into her mouth. Tears poured from her eyes because of the pool cue jarring her painfully. She was too out of it to realize the cue ball had fallen. Mike contemplated additional punishment, but she was already a sorry site.

After only a few minutes the elastics snapped and the tension loosened. A displeased grunt left Mike’s lips, but relented, he pulled himself out of her and lifted her head to look him in the face, “As long as you keep your head nice and high I won’t reattach it. Understand, Slave?”

“Yes Master, thank you Master” She cried out, and fell back to sucking on his cock, hoping to please him, but still he took the cue in hand and rocked it back and forth in her.

Only sucking and groans could be heard until Mike said, “Stop. I want my semen on your face.” She moved back, and looked up at him from all fours. To Mike she looked like a begging puppy, and strings of semen erupted over her face, her open mouth and begging eyes.

He knelt in front of her, one hand wrapped around her throat, he whispered in her ear sharply, “Did you prefer that to me pity?” But pulled away before she could croak out an answer. He didn’t want to know. Standing he looked at the faces of his friends, “Enjoy the show?”

Exhausted and unable to move, she remained as she was. A wet rag was dropped next to her, with James saying roughly, “Wash your face.” He stood and pulled the cue from out of her. Going slow, but not slow enough for her liking, but as the cue were holding her together as soon as it was gone she collapsed to the ground.

Forcing Kevin and Jeff off the bed, James easily brought her to the couch, being filled with adrenaline. He took off his shorts and knelt on the couch. He sat her down on his lap, facing away from him. She was tired, and he would have to support her weight. This was the reason he knelt instead of sat, if he sat in the position he would have no leverage to thrust up into her. He held her around the waist firmly against him with one arm, and with the other maneuvered himself to her.

As soon as he entered her, her body clamped down hard on his cock in need, he gasped in surprise. With her head resting on his shoulder she looked up at him desperately. He looked at Mike, “Keep striking her tits and stomach. Not too hard though, just to make her feel good, I think she deserves a break.” Mike picked up the clean short cue and continued his abuse of her arched torso.

After a few blows James whispered in her ear, “You’re so easy to slip into, but I want you even wetter, cum for me Slave.” She sat up more of her own accord as best she could, and pressed her knees on either side of his thighs to secure herself better. He held her hips to help thrust in and out of her more deeply. Her breasts bounced hard with each thrust that they were sore.

Shuddering with her orgasm she cried out, “Oh God.”

“Scream my name, Katya.” He hissed while thrusting hard into her.

His thrusts kept her orgasm going and she screamed out for him over and over again. He grunted loudly as he came and on their side, sank into the couch exhausted. They fell asleep spooning with his arm around her. Not so much sweet as it was controlling.