29 - The Viking Horde #3
The other men were still busy, and my body was becoming overwhelmed with pleasure.
I felt bad because they were unable to contain their appetites and were ripping apart the fabric of the dress that Magnus had bought me, but I guess he could afford it.
Their hands scratched and clawed against my flesh, and I felt one of them falling between my legs, pleasuring me with his tongue.
I couldn’t look at him, though. Magnus had my head firmly locked within his hands.
Others now had their cocks out, and they were slapping them against my skin. My thighs were slick with my orgasmic juice, pulsing out of me in great waves.
I felt the men wipe their wet fingers on my skin, as though I was just a rag for them to cleanse themselves with. And then their warmth was gone from my presence. Magnus was the only one left.
My eyes were clamped shut as I tried to brace myself against the pain of him fucking my face, and I groaned, wanting the other men back. My body was hungry, as though I had to catch up on all the excitement that I had missed in my teenage years.
Then there was a crack in the air, like thunder, and a moment later, pain blazed across my body. I shuddered, and Magnus took his cock away, leaving me free to twist my head down and look at what the others were doing.
Each of them had a weapon in hand; either a whip or a flogger, or something else, and they were bringing them crashing down against my body.
The impacts jolted me, and the pain blazed through me, crackling like lightning.
Red welts and deep marks appeared on my milky, previously flawless skin, but they were all marks of honor, marks of passion, and I felt proud to wear them.
I gasped and screamed at each impact. They came like the shooting of artillery shells as all the men were united in their rhythm.
I thought I might pass out from the pain, but there was a strange sensation within me as the pain was transformed into pleasure.
Don’t ask me why or how this was possible, because I don’t think I’ll ever understand it, but somehow, my gasps of anguish became screams of ecstasy, and the thrumming sensations that surged through my body filled me with desire.
The restraints rattled as my arms and legs shook, but I screamed for more and more, and the men were more than happy to oblige.
I watched their glistening muscles swell as they used all their Viking strength to bring their weapons crashing upon me. I felt my body being torn apart, and I wondered if they were ever going to stop. One by one, they did step away, though, getting undressed until they were all naked.
The air was still from the thunder of the whips.
My head lolled from side to side. I gulped in deep breaths, unsure how long I would have to catch my breath before something else happened. I was completely at the mercy of these men. I was their toy, their plaything. They could do anything to me.
The restraints were undone, and I was lifted from the narrow bed. I trembled, and as soon as my feet touched the floor, I knew I would be unable to carry my own weight.
I would have fallen had there not been two men supporting me. They guided me over to the side of the room then helped me fall to my knees. Another man had shackles waiting for me and clasped my hands behind my back. The shackles snapped together.
I was looking up at a circle of men, all with their erections hanging over me. The air was hot with the musk of their sex, and in every direction, there was another slab of meat.
A hand grabbed a fistful of my hair and dragged my head around. Before I knew it, I had a cock in my mouth. Then I was turned away and had another. I was passed between the men like this, each of them having their turn with me, each of them giving me a taste of what they had.
Then one of them stood in front of me and bore down on me.
He took my head in his hands and absolutely wrecked my mouth.
He came in hard and fast, crashing against me, while tears streamed down my cheeks as he made a complete mess of me.
The world was a blur as I felt him slamming his cock against the back of my throat, far more violently than Magnus had done.
Then another man took over. He was slower and seemed to like me hanging off his cock. The other men were pleasuring themselves as they watched.
My eyes burned with lust as I tasted them all, moving between them, seeking them out with my mouth. My jaw ached, but I battled through the pain and embraced the pleasure. My head was hazy, intoxicated by the sensations that were running through my body.
I had never imagined myself in this situation before, but now that I was doing it, I couldn’t imagine never experiencing this.
All these men were here for me, aroused by me, wanting me.
Perhaps it was the years of training as a performer that I had gone through, but I could never allow an audience leave disappointed.
At one point, I had two erections in my mouth, and I couldn’t breathe at all. Saliva dripped down my chin. Their cocks were all shining with my spit, and I couldn’t help but smile. It seemed time for something different again, though.
The shackles were undone, and I was carried, this time by all the men, to the bed at the back of the room.
I was carried in the air before I was tossed down on the bed.
I landed with a thud and wasn’t able to gain my bearings before two men were on the bed with me.
I was sandwiched between their bodies. My mouth hung open, and they kissed me as their hands wrapped around my body.
One of them turned me over. I gasped. The other brought my head down.
He made me suck him while the other one fucked me from behind.
I felt my breasts being groped as I slid down this guy’s cock, while the other was hammering me deeper and deeper with every thrust. I groaned at the pleasure and squealed, trying to keep my mouth focused on the cock in front of me, even though all I wanted to do was lie there and be fucked.
As it happened, the guy I was sucking was so turned on that he came quickly, erupting in my face.
It hit my lips and cheeks, and then dribbled down.
I licked up some remnants, but the hot shadow remained on my face as it was buried into the sheets and the other guy fucked me senseless.
He had a tight grip of my hips as he slammed into me, and when he came, I felt it bursting like a ball of fire within me.
He took himself away, and I curled onto the bed but had no chance to breathe before another man was upon me.
He put a hand on my throat and pinned me to the bed as he slid inside me. I was so aching that I wasn’t sure how much more I could take, yet there were four more men, including this guy.