Chapter Five
ZENAYA
I forgot all about the mirrors. I tilt my head to the side and force my eyes to focus.
They instantly widen at the sight of the three of us.
Seeing them fucking each other while they fuck me is something so erotic and pleasure inducing that I can’t contain the groan of euphoria that escapes me.
I look around at the other mirrors and seeing us at different angles is fucking thrilling, the sight alone has me wanting to fucking explode and come so hard I black out.
I’ve heard of Katoptronophilia but I never thought it would be like this.
I know women and men get off on watching themselves masturbate in front of mirrors but this is something else entirely.
I’m strangely fucking into this whole mirror thing.
I watch as A draws back and then thrusts into D, he and I both cry out, tremors rolling through me.
A is the one setting the pace and D and I are just here for the ride…
and let me tell you, feeling his pulsing pierced cock inside my greedy little cunt is fucking everything.
It’s been so damn long since I have felt this type of need and right now I couldn’t give a fuck that they are strangers.
I am allowing them to use me, I just need them to make me fucking come and forget all about who I am, where I am, and what tomorrow will bring.
I lift my legs and ignore the growl of disapproval from D as I rest my ankles on his shoulders so I can take him deeper.
The angle has me screaming out in pleasure when A pushes forward, causing D to hit that sweet fucking spot inside me like a wild animal.
The animalistic growl that sounds out from him almost has me tipping over the edge.
I gasp in surprise when J crouches down beside me.
His red eyes bore into my own and it takes everything I have inside me not to allow my eyes to close and ride the waves of pleasure being inflicted on my body.
“You like being our good little whore, don’t you?” J asks in that eerie robotic tone.
I arch off the ground as a moan slips free again when he hits the right spot inside me. “Yes,” I answer without remorse.
“If only your God could see you now,” he taunts.
Guilt gnaws at me for a split second before the feeling is muted when the guys begin to pick up their pace.
D slants forward, pushing my knees against my chest, while A shifts and uses his weight to hold us both in place.
His thrusts are punishing and brutal but I love every second of it.
I can feel my orgasm cresting and I refuse to alert them to that fact, knowing these bastards will deny me the release I so desperately crave.
I turn my head to the side and watch in the mirror.
Seeing A buried deep inside D’s ass while he is centered inside my pussy, is a sight that will forever be ingrained in my mind.
I watch as J reaches out and wraps his large hand around my throat—asphyxiation is something I have always loved and got off on.
With my airway restricted and my body feeling tingly and numb from lack of oxygen, my orgasm slams into me without any warning.
The force of it can only be described as destructive, robbing me of what little air I have remaining inside my lungs.
I feel weightless and fucking sensual all at the same time.
Waves of pleasure roll through me like a tidal wave, laying waste to towns in its path.
Screams of ecstasy claw their way out of me as the guys continue to fuck me like savages, drawing out my long overdue release.
I reach up and dig my nails into the flesh of his arms, loving the pained groan that comes from him.
J releases his hold on my throat and I suck in lungfuls of air.
I can’t catch my breath properly thanks to the other two upping their tempo.
I try to breathe through the cries of pleasure but it’s too fucking much and not enough at the same time.
I feel another orgasm brewing and I fear the next one will actually cause me to black the fuck out.
I can feel the guys’ movements growing erratic and I know they are on the verge of their own release.
“Fuck, I’m close,” D grits out, I can feel it in his thrusts that he won’t last much longer.
I force my hand between our bodies and begin to circle my clit.
If I am going to black the fuck out then so be it.
I won’t get another chance like this again and I plan to do it right before I spend the day on my knees tomorrow, repenting and begging for forgiveness.
“I’m right there. I want to come in your mouth,” A snarls. I moan at the thought of watching them.
“No, that cum is mine,” J interjects, earning a groan of approval from D.
I feel my orgasm brewing as A slams into D one more time before pulling out, climbing to his feet and coming to stand beside us where J eagerly awaits on his knees.
He lifts his mask just enough to expose his mouth.
The sight of A’s cock being swallowed by J is what sets me hurtling over the edge again.
“I’m coming!” I scream out as the first wave of pleasure rolls through me.
“Fuck yes,” D growls. My orgasm has barely begun when he pulls out of me, leaving me there to circle my own clit.
He kneels between my legs and strokes himself twice.
My orgasm has black spots dancing in my vision but I don’t miss the sight of jets of his cum landing on my pussy and stomach.
His and A’s cries of pleasure fill the silent wooded area.
I mute my own sounds just so I can bask in their sounds of joy.
When the final shudder rolls through me, I drop back against the dirt, panting and trembling, utterly spent and feeling fucking weightless for the first time in years.
Tonight was unexpected and sinister, but I can’t find it within myself to feel anything aside from…
happiness. These three strange men have no idea what a gift they have just given me.
This moment is something I will cling to and always remember.
I’m yanked from my thoughts when they begin to move.
I lift my head and watch as they all gather their robes and begin to dress.
I suddenly feel exposed and vulnerable, so I sit up and bring my knees to my chest and lock my arms around them.
None of them pay me any mind as they button their robes.
I look longingly over at my discarded habit and wish I was closer to it so I can dress and shield my body.
I decide to say fuck it and shakily climb to my feet.
I attempt to move toward my habit but freeze when one of them snatches it off the ground.
Another gathers my coif in his grasp while the third holds my discarded bra and thong in his hands.
Now that they are all dressed and I can no longer see their cocks I can’t tell them apart.
I suddenly feel very cold and for the first time tonight, I feel like I am in real danger. I cross my arms over my chest and hold my head high, trying to appear unaffected by them.
“May I please have my clothes?” I ask in a firm voice.
“No.” I balk at the one in the middle holding my habit.
“Excuse me?” I hiss.
“Your punishment has only just begun,” he fires back.
“Each night you will be bent to our will and take what the fuck we dish out,” the one holding my coif adds.
“Tomorrow night, you will take all three of us inside that church of yours.” My jaw unhinges as I stare at the one with my lingerie and shake my head.
“No, this was a one-time thing—”
The one in the middle cuts me off. “This ends when I fucking say it does!” I snap my mouth closed.
“You have four weeks to convince us not to ruin you. Fail that task and come the Fourth of July, when the whole town is gathered, they will see you for what you truly are.” I stare at the three of them in horror.
When they turn to leave with my belongings in their grasp I say nothing.
I stand here and watch the three devils I allowed to fuck me and use me walk away with not only my clothing but my fucking dignity.
I feel a chill all the way to my bones and just know I got into bed with the devil himself and I have no one to blame but myself.
If a war is what they want, then so be it.
I didn’t just give up my wants and desires when I joined the convent, I gave up the real Zenaya Oakley.
It’s time the bad bitch from my past came back to play and show these motherfuckers that my faith was the only thing that kept the monster inside me at bay.
Forgive me, Father, for I have no choice but to destroy the three subjects you just saw me with. I promise to end their miserable lives in your name, Amen.