Chapter 5
FIVE
LENNON
They stand there, unmoving.
Fear like I have never felt before thrums through me like a live wire, my emotions are all over the place, and I can’t stop my pussy from throbbing with need.
I want to cry, but I won’t give these sons of a bitches the satisfaction of seeing how much they affect me or how truly terrified I am.
I had every intention of plunging that knife into that purple-masked freak, but he was stronger.
I hate that I am weak and left at the mercy of these unhinged fucks. When they begin to move toward me, I start to panic and try to think of something to say to stop them from raping me.
The orange-masked guy snorts. “It’s not rape if you’re willing, little convict.” I jerk back, shocked he was able to read my mind. “You still think out loud, little Lennon.”
“Who the fuck are you freaks?” I yell as the red-masked bastard places his hands on my legs, sending heat surging through me. I try to fight my body’s reaction but it’s fucking useless, I’m a wanton whore and it’s all because of how terrified I am.
Orange comes to stand on my left and purple is on my right. My breaths turn ragged as they slowly skate their fingers along my arms, sending gooseflesh dotting my skin.
“Your karma,” the guy with the red mask answers.
Even with the voice distorter I can hear the weight of those words and know there is a hidden meaning, but I have no idea what it is and why the fuck I am here.
His hands glide up my legs and I fight not to shiver, but the moment he reaches the tops of my thighs and his thumbs graze my pussy, I tremble with need.
He glides a thumb through my folds, and I’m powerless to stop the cry from tearing out of me.
The two men on either side of me laugh and it grates on my nerves, but I can’t formulate words to snap at them when the guy pushes a single finger inside my wet cunt, forcing me to arch my back off the table.
“Such a greedy little slut, aren’t you, little convict?” purple says as he pinches my nipple, drawing another sharp cry out of me. I tug against my restraints, which just causes orange to chuckle and grip my chin, forcing my head to the side to face him.
“You have enough holes for us to fill.” My mind blanks of rational thought when the red-masked guy adds a second finger inside me. I tug against my restraints and arch my back off the table as I cry out. “Tell us how much you want our cocks.”
I bite down on the inside of my cheek, refusing to answer.
I don’t want to give these assholes the satisfaction of knowing how much I want them to fuck me.
To some this may seem crazy and fucked up but for me, this is a fantasy I have longed to fulfil.
I need to experience three cocks inside me at least once in my lifetime.
I want to be owned, dominated, used and controlled, but in order to give my full submission there must be trust, and we have none of that.
I may be able to satisfy one part of my fantasy with having all my holes filled at once but that’s it.
Orange places a hand over my eyes, darkness consumes me and I have no choice but to surrender to my other senses.
Without my sight I feel like everything is heightened.
When I feel a tongue slide through my slick folds, I scream so loud I fear the sound alone will cause the foundations of this home to crumble.
“Take it like a good little slut,” one of them snarls a second before the cup of my bra is ripped down, then my nipple is sucked into a hot, wet mouth.
I tremble with wanton need, my pussy weeping with the need to come.
It’s been so fucking long since I have felt the touch of a man and it shows from how quickly they can have me on edge and ready to explode.
“Can you feel that, little convict?” the man shielding my eyes says.
“Do you feel his tongue circling that clit and his fingers inside your tight little pussy, forcing you closer to the edge?” I am panting and almost breathless, this is the most erotic experience of my life.
“You want to come all over his fucking face, don’t you? ”
“Y-yes!” I rasp out as the other bites down on my nipple, making me scream.
“Keep being a good little whore and we might let you taste our cocks,” he coos.
The thought should repel me but in truth, all it does is make me more needy and wanton for the taste of them on my tongue.
Before I can think more on his offer, a tidal wave of pleasure tears through me without warning.
I come so fucking hard I am robbed of speech and air.
I can’t even make a sound as I arch off the table and squirt all over his face.
Only one man has ever been able to make me squirt but he left me when his father was sent to prison.
“What a good slut you are,” he purrs as he releases my nipple with a pop. I can tell his mask is back in place without seeing him because his voice is robotic again.
I can’t catch my breath because the other guy won’t stop sucking on my clit and twirling his fingers inside me, drawing out my orgasm.
I am powerless to stop my body from trembling and soaking the wood of the table with my cum.
My skin feels tight, my nipples are so hard they could cut ice but, my pussy, it’s primed and ready—no, begging for them to fill me with their cocks.
“S-stop,” I plead.
“No one likes it when you lie, little convict,” the one shielding my eyes says. “Now, be a good little toy and shut the fuck up and we might just give you what you are feigning for.”
I shake my head, trying to deny what he says but the growl that reverbrates through my pussy tells me that the guy inflicting beautiful torture on my cunt knows I’m lying.
I war within myself for a minute. I know this is fucked up and wrong and I shouldn’t be panting or wanting to beg them to fill all my holes, but that little monster inside me that has longed to be owned and dominated wants to throw caution to the fucking wind and embrace this moment while I have the chance.
If these motherfuckers are gonna kill me, then the least they could do is make me feel alive and worshipped before they end me.
Surrender!
That one thought overrides everything and I choose to listen and unleash my inner temptress.
I have kept her at bay for years since my stepbrother left me but not anymore.
I am a bad bitch and it’s time I stopped hiding her away.
Stone ruined me for any other man. Kincaid hardened my heart to any man and I’m okay with that, but what I will no longer do is stop myself from chasing my sexual desires and hiding my wants from the world because I’m scared I will be judged.
“Fuck, don’t stop. Make me come all over your face and then fuck me like the worthless whore I am.” I hear the two guys groan and fight not to smirk, but the one with his face buried in my pussy stops and I almost want to whimper at the loss of his mouth.
“You get what the fuck we give you. You get the scraps of our attention when we offer it. You don’t get a fucking say here.”
My body turns to stone at the sound of his voice. I know that voice. I will never forget it for the rest of my life.
“Kin…” I breathe out as tears prick the backs of my eyes.