Taken by the Viking Ch. 14

Moving towards Laura, strap in hand, Marek stood so he was facing Trish and Jordan on the couch, giving him a perfect view of Trish's splayed legs, her skirt up around her hips, while Jordan's fingers delved into her pussy. He raised his eyebrow as he watched Jordan's fingers moving, making Trish flush even more with embarrassment, before Marek raised his gaze to hers.

"Don't feel too sorry for Laura," Marek said. "There's a reason you and Jordan were invited to witness her punishment, other than my enjoyment of having such an attractive audience." He rested his hand on Laura's upturned ass, rubbing her skin as she let out a little, muffled moan. "Laura has always been a bit of a gossip and it's something we've been working on, which she has agreed to accept punishment for. In this case, curiosity about your and Jordan's activities behind closed doors apparently became too much for her to resist and I overheard her speaking about our last encounter."

A stab of betrayal pierced Trish. Not that Laura had ever said she wouldn't talk about Trish and Jordan's visit, but Trish had automatically considered it private. It hadn't even occurred to her that Laura might gossip about it.

The shame of being aroused by Laura's vulnerable and exposed position didn't go away, but Trish's guilt about seeing her friend like this certainly did. Gossip wasn't unforgivable, especially since Trish had never actually asked Laura to keep their time together in confidence... but she felt a strange sense of satisfaction at knowing there was going to be retribution for gossiping about it. Especially since Laura had apparently asked to be disciplined for gossip. Which also took Trish aback somewhat.

She couldn't imagine asking to be punished for anything.

Not that she needed to. Jordan had laid down plenty of rules for her to follow. All she had to do was move around too much in the morning or try to pick out her own clothes in order to provoke a spanking. Of course, she didn't provoke them on purpose... did she? No. No, of course not. Even though her orgasms were often incredibly intense after being spanked or when he was rough with her, of course she didn't actually try to incite punishment. That would be... far too shameful.

As Marek continued to roughly rub Laura's bottom, as if warming her skin in preparation fro strapping her cheeks, Jordan re-positioned Trish on his lap, pulling her dress off as he did so. The appreciative look Marek skimmed over her body as Jordan pulled Trish back against him, her legs splayed on either side of his, her pussy and breasts on display, made Trish flush a deep red even as her arousal increased. She didn't understand why she was turned on with a small audience, when the larger one had nearly undone her, but she couldn't deny it either. She wished Jordan didn't like to show her off so much, although she appreciated he took more care with her modesty when they were in the Wolf's main room now; but she hated facing the part of herself which was aroused by a small, intimate audience.

Still, she knew better than to try and fight Jordan on this, unless she wanted Marek and Laura witnessing her receiving a punishment as well.

Both hands slid up her body to cup her breasts, kneading them as his forefinger and thumb sought her nipples to pinch, as Marek stepped back from fondling Laura's ass and raised the strap.

"A count of ten," Marek told Laura, who let out a little moaning noise Trish could barely hear because of the gag. "Hopefully after this you'll remember gossip isn't worth the consequences."

Trish tensed, starting to close her eyes, but a vicious pinch of her nipples had them popping open again.

"Don't look away," Jordan murmured in her ear, just before Marek's arm fell.

THWAP!

Her body jerked along with Laura's as the leather bit into Laura's ass. Trish felt her own bottom clenching in sympathy as Laura let out a muffled wail, her body bouncing slightly up and down despite her restraints. Squirming against Jordan's cock as it pressed between her cheeks, as if trying to push its way out of his pants, Trish couldn't take her eyes away from the bright red stripe across the center of Laura's ass, the way Laura's bottom clenched and jiggled, or the bright gloss of her pussy as she quivered from the blow.

THWAP!

Another jerk from both women, and Trish found she was panting heavily as Jordan continued to play with her breasts, pinching and tugging on her nipples, rolling them between his fingers as the rest of his hands massaged her soft mounds. Her thighs tried to tighten, to press together, as she stared at the matching parallel stripes across Laura's ass. With Jordan's legs between hers, slightly spread, there way no way for her to get the pressure on her pussy that she craved and Trish squirmed as her need grew.

THWAP!

Laura's sharp, muffled cries were changing, now sounding much more tearful, although her bottom hadn't stopped doing its unhappy dance with every stroke that fell. Still, Trish couldn't stop staring at Laura's pussy, which was as wet and swollen as ever, despite the three strokes of the strap which had turned her entire ass a bright pink.

THWAP!

The fourth blow landed across already reddened areas, and Laura's reaction was much more intense than before. She jerked at her restraints, and Trish was sure she must be crying by now from the sound of her sobbing breaths. Laura's bottom squeezed and fell, the puckered star of her anus dancing as much as the rest of her ass.

THWAP!

Trish let out a little cry herself as Jordan suddenly lifted her up and moved her to the side, pushing her onto her back as he climbed on top of her, pulling off his shirt and undoing the front of his pants. One of his hands pressed gently against her throat as he lined his cock up with her pussy, forcing her to turn towards Marek and Laura.

The other man was watching with glittering eyes, pausing to rub Laura's hot, red ass with rough movements, obviously taking a break just because he wanted to see Jordan sliding his cock into Trish's wet and ready pussy. Trish whimpered, but she didn't look away, not with Jordan's fingers wrapped gently but firmly around her throat, her body quivering underneath him as his cock began to slide into her wetness.

It felt far too good, her body heating under Marek's gaze as Jordan began to work himself into her pussy, stretching her hole and giving her exactly the stimulation she'd been craving. Holding Trish's gaze for just a moment longer, Marek gave her a wicked grin before stepping back and raising his arm again, his focus diverting back to Laura's punishment.

THWAP!

Jordan let out a guttural groan as he bottomed out in Trish's pussy, his groin rubbing against hers as she clenched around him and the ever-present plug in her ass. She felt so good... so full... she couldn't help but wonder if Laura was aware that her witnesses were now fucking as they watched her being punished.

Would it turn her on more to know?

Or was she too lost in the throbbing, burning pain of her strapping to even care? Her ass was a hot, bright red now, and it made Trish shudder with horrified sympathy, even as she was fascinated by the changing color and Laura's quivering movements.

THWAP!

Still keeping one hand on Trish's throat, Jordan began to move, thrusting deep and hard into her, although his head was turned to watch Laura being whipped. Trish was shocked by the jealousy that rose up inside of her as Jordan fucked her, but watched another woman.

THWAP!

His cock was pushing in and out of Trish with grindingly slow, rough movements, taking his time with fucking her as he watched Laura's bright red bottom dance for them.

Was he that entranced by the sight? Or was he thinking about doing something similar to Trish one day?

And why did that thought make her pussy clench and throb even as she shuddered with horror?

THWAP!

Trish's hands pressed against Jordan's chest, but not like she was trying to push him off... she didn't push at all. She just touched him.

Startled blue eyes met hers as his head snapped back around in surprise, and Trish sucked in a breath, not knowing why she had just done that. Why she had just touched him. Her hands fell away, but it was too late. A wicked grin curved his face and when the last blow landed on Laura's ass, the hardest blow yet by the sound of her stifled scream, Jordan still didn't look away from Trish.

THWAP!

"I think our friends enjoyed watching you being punished," Marek said and Trish heard a slight scraping sound as he turned the apparatus Laura was restrained to. She looked over, thankful for a reason to look away from Jordan now, even though she'd practically invited his attention, to see Laura had been turned to face them. Her tear-streaked face was full of remorse as she met Trish's eyes... yet there was arousal in them too, especially as Jordan continued to grind into Trish on the couch, his thumb caressing her throat. "Now I'm going to fuck this naughty ass, and you're not going to cum, are you?"

The whining sound Laura made was like a wounded animal's as Marek stepped out of his pants behind her. Trish's pussy clenched as she watched him oil up his cock, looming over Laura's helpless body from behind. She could see the moment he began to shove into Laura's ass, because Laura's body bucked, her eyes practically bulging at the ungentle thrust. Laura strained, her tears beginning to flow again as Marek began fucking her ass hard, not giving her time to adjust the way Jordan always did with Trish.

Trish squeaked in dismay and pleasure as Jordan began to fuck her harder as well. He looped one arm around her leg, keeping his other hand rubbing her throat, so as to spread her further open for his cock as he began to move harder and faster, as if spurred on by Marek's efforts. Now he was pounding into Trish, making her writhe on his cock as her need to cum spiraled, growing stronger, more insistent with every stoke of his dick in and out of her body.

He bent over her, driving her into the couch, and she could hear the hot wet sound of Marek's cock piercing Laura's ass, Laura's muffled sobs, and both men's groans of pleasure, melding with her own moans as her pussy began to quiver and throb. Jordan ground himself against her clit, and Trish's body tensed and released as she cried out with ecstasy. She spasmed around his cock as she came, her hands coming back up to cling to his shoulders as she writhed in heated rapture.

Hot liquid pulsed and another orgasm rolled through her at Jordan's hoarse cry, his cock throbbing as he came inside of her, filling her with his cum. Her nails dug into his shoulders as his fingers tightened slightly around her throat, which both scared her and somehow made the pleasure more intense. She felt almost lightheaded, her heart pounding, and yet her orgasm didn't stop, it just kept flowing through her as Jordan moved, her pussy milking him until he was drained.

The sounds of sex continued as Jordan came to rest on top of her, his lips feathering kisses around her hairline. Trish shivered underneath him, opening her eyes to see Marek still roughly fucking Laura's ass. Laura's expression was torn between pain and pleasure, and Trish recognized the wild look of a woman who was desperately trying not to orgasm - except that Trish and Bella were always trying not to out of shame, whereas Laura was striving not to in order to obey Marek.

What would that be like?

Marek groaned and shoved hard and deep into Laura, his head tipping back, muscles straining, and Laura shuddered, looking relieved.

Relieved because her punishment was over? Or because she hadn't disobeyed Marek by orgasming?

Soft bristles moved against Trish's fingertips as Jordan moved his lips over her temple, his cock softening inside of her. That was when she realized the bristles weren't moving - she was. She was stroking the patch of hair in the center of Jordan's chest. Her fingers stilled.

"Don't stop..." he whispered, his voice almost pleading. His hand moved, covering hers and pressing her hand against his chest, but Trish couldn't make herself move.

Emotions rose inside of her, conflicted and battering at her. As if sensing her turmoil and realizing he wasn't going to get what he wanted, Jordan sighed and lifted himself up and away, pulling Trish with him so she was straddling his lap. She twisted to look at Laura, who was letting out little panting moans as Marek removed the clamps from her nipples and clit, rubbing and sucking the small buds as he soothed her, telling her she'd taken her punishment like a good girl.

Jordan's hand rubbed against Trish's lower back as she watched, but he didn't try to regain her attention.

The look on Laura's face as Marek helped her up from the bench was one of adoration. No matter that her nipples were a darker red than her ass, no matter that she'd just taken a strapping and rough anal sex as a punishment, she was looking at him like he'd hung the stars in the sky. And Marek was looking at her in a way that Trish found disturbingly familiar - his expression was akin to one Jordan often wore when he was looking at Trish.

Scooping Laura's trembling form up in his arms, Marek spared Jordan and Trish a quick smile. "I doubt Laura will be indulging in any more gossip about you from now on. I hope you found the punishment sufficient?"

"Oh yes," Jordan said, his voice thick with satisfaction. "Thank you for inviting us to watch."

His eyes slid over to the thing Laura had been strapped down to, and then to Trish, and she couldn't help but shiver again. She was sure he was imagining what she wold look like, bent over and restrained on such a piece of equipment.

The only problem was, she wasn't sure if she was shivering from fear or desire.