**”Beg for It”**

I’d never seen a woman *need* pain like she did. Sara wasn’t just into it—she fucking *craved* it. The way her nipples hardened at the first flick of my belt against her tits, the way her pussy glistened when the guys lined up to take their turns—this wasn’t just playtime. This was worship.

We’d all met her at the club, this curvy, loud-mouthed brunette who’d bragged about how much her tits could take. Challenged us, really. “Bet none of you fuckers can make me scream.”

Oh, we took that bet.

Now, in the dim basement of some rented dungeon, Sara was stripped bare, wrists cuffed to the ceiling, her heavy tits swaying as she panted. A dozen of us circled her, belts in hand, cocks already hard just watching her.

“You sure you can handle this?” I growled, stepping close enough to smell the sweat on her skin.

She grinned, wild-eyed. “Make me regret it.”

The first crack of leather against her right nipple sent her arching off her toes, a gasp ripping from her throat. Her tits jiggled, the pink flesh flushing red, and her clit was already swollen, begging for attention.

“Fuck, *yes*,” she hissed.

The next guy stepped up, swinging his belt hard across her left tit. Sara *screamed*, her back bowing, but her cunt was dripping, slick running down her thighs. I grabbed her chin, forcing her to look at me. “You love this, don’t you? Love being our little pain slut.”

She nodded frantically, breath ragged. “More—*please*—”

The guys didn’t hold back. Belt after belt, the sharp *snap* of leather biting into her tits, the wet *smack* of palms crushing her nipples between fingers. Sara was shaking, sweating, her tits mottled red and purple, but her hips were grinding against nothing, desperate for friction.

I gripped her waist, fingers digging into soft flesh, and spat right on her swollen clit. She whimpered, her thighs trembling. “You want cock, don’t you?” I squeezed her nipple hard, twisting—she yelped, but her pussy clenched visibly. “Gonna fuck you raw while these boys beat those pretty tits black and blue.”

The guys cheered, and someone shoved a thick dildo into her mouth to muffle her screams as I lined up behind her. My dick was throbbing, slapping against her ass as I teased her. “Think you can come just from us wrecking your tits?”

She sobbed around the toy, nodding, her body jerking with every fresh strike.

I slammed into her in one brutal thrust. Her cunt was *soaking*, clenching around me like a vice, and I fucked her hard, hips hammering as the belts kept flying. Her tits were a mess—bruised, welted, her nipples so hard they looked painful—but she was coming, shaking, her pussy milking my cock like she was made for it.

“Gonna fill you up,” I snarled, yanking her hair back. “Make you remember which cock wrecked you first.”

She screamed as I came, as the belts kept falling, as the next guy shoved her onto her knees to suck him off while someone else finally pinched her abused nipples between clamps.

Sara didn’t stop begging for more.

And we didn’t stop giving it to her.