The eighth installment of the Life With Victor (LWV) series, and last piece of the ”The Game“ story arc, as told by my very talented friend Lord Raven. This is a tad longer than I would normally post for one piece but I couldn’t bear to break it up. Trust me, you’ll want to read it all.
Tasha watched as a thrill of excitement ran through her. Seeing Victor, her husband and master, being manhandled like that shook her to the core and yet stirred something deep inside. Ron showed none of the compassion or gentle nature that Victor had with her. In fact it was as if Ron wanted to hear Victor yelp in pain, to see those tears roll down his face. She knew it had been years since the two of them had been together but even now she wondered how he could have been with a man who was so rough and sadistic.
Her eyes were fixed on Victor as Ron tightly bound his arms behind him. His face twisted in pain for a moment before his muscles stretched enough to relax and accept their new positions. A few minutes passed before he turned to face her, his eyes alive and the faintest of smiles on his face. In that moment she knew he was ok, though that sudden realization was short lived. She gasped as a hard hand struck down on her husbands face.
“What are you looking at? Where should your eyes be RIGHT NOW?” Ron’s growl gave no indication of him being a gentle or forgiving man. “You little whore, I will make you remember your place”
Another heavy blow knocked Victor over onto his side, a small trickle of blood seeping from the corner of his mouth. Ron stood over him now, smiling as he reached down. He lifted Victor like a rag doll, never letting him quite get to his feet, as he dragged him out to the next room. In a flash the blade appeared at his throat again. Tasha gasped and Ron stopped momentarily to look at her. She felt her cunt gush in an instant as the blade pressed against Victor’s vulnerable flesh.
Ron leaned close, “Do you remember the word?”
Victor nodded his head.
“Do you remember the word?!” Ron barked the question again.
“Yes Sir, I remember the word.”
“Tonight I think you may need it.” The evil tone in Ron’s voice sent another twinge through Tasha’s cunt. She could feel her juices starting to seep out and run down the inside of her thigh. What the hell was wrong with her she wondered, completely excited by Victor’s circumstance.
The blade ran over Victor’s flesh, digging in slightly on the shoulder but even more so into his back. The crimson welling along the lines reminded Tasha of the times Victor would do the same to her and lick along the precious gift, savoring every drop. Her eyes pleaded with Ron when he turned to see her reaction. Not a word said, just the nod of his head to allow her access to her husbands back. Her head was spinning, intoxicated by the whole scene.
As she licked the blood from his back her hand instinctively went to his cock and began stroking. She knew how to bring him pleasure but in the heat of the moment she instead became an extension of Ron’s savagery and sadistic nature. Rather than the gentle strokes that made him moan in pleasure she made hard gripping tugs, as if she were trying to rip his cock clear from his body. Ron leaned closer and whispered in her ear, her whole body froze as she turned and looked into his eyes.
“Excuse me Sir, what did you ask me?”
“Would you like to fuck him?” Ron’s smile grew even bigger as he reached around with his hand joining hers.
“How do you mean?” If Victor had taught her nothing else it was to be totally clear on what was being asked.
“Do you have a vibrator and a strap on?”
A ravenous desire ran through her like a shock. Like somehow Ron had taken control of her as well and was using her as an implement for his own pleasure. She glanced at Victor, who looked so helpless but never turning his head. He knew what would happen if he did.
“It’s ok, tonight anything goes unless he calls it off. Oh, and his safe word is popcorn. It is important that you know that and respect it.”
Ron’s voice was smooth like oil, greasing Tasha’s will to slide down into his sadistic tunnel. She shook her head yes slowly and began to walk to where the toys were kept. Tasha’s mind raced almost as quick as her pulse. When she picked up the harness and bag of instruments that fit into it she felt a smile creep across her face. It was a complete shock as a feeling from some deep, previously undisturbed, place emerged. Tonight she wanted to not only watch but participate with these two men. She wanted to be a part of Ron’s using and abusing Victor. She shivered with excitement, her hands trembled as she brought the bag to Ron for his inspection.
Walking back into the room she saw that Ron had already placed a condom on his cock. He was standing behind Victor, closing the gap between them until the head of his cock rested precariously at Victor’s puckered opening. There was a moment there where they were as lovers, where Ron was gentle and tender with him as he slowly pushed into Victor. Once he had relaxed and Ron was able to move more freely the moment vanished and it was back to business as before. The blade now crossed flesh once more. This time it was the back of the knife so as to not make confetti of Victor’s skin. Each pass was pressing and rough as his cock hammered into Victor.
Tasha just stood there watching, her hand absent mindedly reaching down to her clit. Rubbing slowly at first then with increasing intensity as her juices ran freely down her legs. The point of the blade pressed into Victor’s side and he yelped, that was all it took. Tasha’s body stiffened as she came. Her body shaking as the wave overtook her, then as it passed dropping her to the floor.
The sound of her falling made Ron freeze. Looking up sheepishly Tasha limped over to where they were, her leg only lightly injured from the collision with the desk before the floor caught her. Now Ron forced her to slide under them, she was to suck Victor’s cock while Ron continued. Each thrust pushed his cock deep into her throat, her mind still fresh with the image of how they looked from the doorway. It was just a few minutes before Ron groaned and exploded, filling the balloon that held his cock captive. A few more hard thrusts was all it took. Victor was next in line as his cock unleashed a flood into Tasha’s mouth, some of it dribbling out onto her lips and chin. She was shocked as he had never before flooded her mouth like this.
No time for savoring. Ron grabbed Tasha by the hair and pulled her to her feet. In a few moments she was all strapped up and Ron was pushing her against her husband. Her hesitation was punished by the feel of the blade now at her throat. She could feel his cock growing behind her, she gasped as it was the right height to invade her own ass now. This was an area that Victor rarely took, it was just not their thing, but she had just witnessed Ron take…
Her thoughts fluttered as the pressure grew and his cock invaded her. She was not fully prepared for this and leaned forward against Victor. She felt pressure against the harness as Ron guided the dildo she was wearing into her husband’s already stretched ass. A few sharp breaths from both of them as she slid deeper in. Ron kept the pressure up behind her, the tip of his cock pressing, forcing her forward into Victor.
“Just remember, the safe word applies to you as well. Do you know it?”
“Yes Sir, I know it.”
Ron pushed further in until she felt the hair from his balls on the back of her thighs. Her breath came in sharp gasps as she was expanded to fit his girth. Tears welled for a few moments before the pain receded and she fell into a rhythm between the two of them. Ron fucked her and in return she fucked Victor. It felt like his cock was in her ass forever before he released and came with a loud groan. His hands pressed down on her shoulders as he drove in as deep as he could.
Ron pulled out without much gentleness, in much the same fashion as he had entered her. Tasha felt like a huge void had been left in her where his cock had been. Ron then reached down and stroked Victor off as Tasha continued her assault on him. It did not take much more before he came as well. After he did Ron made him lick it off his hands and the floor. Tasha was jealous as that was normally her job, one she thoroughly enjoyed.
With a winning smile Ron announced it was time for him to take his leave, but not before taking a minute to the blade across Tasha’s back. The sting made her gasp as he had carved deeper into her flesh than Victor ever did. The warm feeling of the blood running down her back sent a chill along her spine as the front door closed.
Victor crawled to the couch and Tasha followed him, kneeling at his feet with her face on his lap. His hands felt so warm and comforting running through her hair. Moments later she was asleep.
Some time later the ping notification of a text message woke her. Victor and Ron were already making plans for another get together. Tasha smiled to herself as she snuggled closer.
thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance,
risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body
~ Pablo Neruda