Chapter 33
It’s Mateo who walks into the room maybe an hour later.
He’s dressed smartly in beige trousers with a white shirt tucked in.
What I wasn’t expecting was his mask. Gone is the joker face paint and in its place is a masquerade face mask.
In his hands is a collar, a lead and a feminine looking eye mask.
“It’s time to play, little rabbit.” He smiles widely but it doesn’t meet his eyes. He looks just like Jacob at this moment in time. Unhinged and ready to rain down pain on my body.
“What are we playing?” I ask timidly, unsure what the collar and lead can mean. Clearly not hide and seek.
Mateo stands in front of me and lifts Jacob’s t-shirt over my head. He fastens the black leather collar around my neck and attaches the lead to it. Then he places the mask over my eyes and fastens it behind my head just above my pony tail.
Taking a step back, Mateo glances over my body hungrily again.
Without saying another word, he turns and pulls me along on the leash.
I follow, my steps fast to keep up. Down the stairs we go to the first level, as we walk past all the closed doors I hear voices echoing up the stairwell, many voices as he leads me down the next flight of stairs.
When we arrive at the bottom he instructs, “Crawl.” I hesitate for a moment before seeing the cold stare of his clear eyes telling me to do exactly what he’s asked.
I drop to my knees and follow him, crawling along the corridor drawing closer to the sound of voices, so many voices. Is that what Mateo wants, to parade me around his friends?
When we get to the open door to the room where the noise is coming from, I look up to see 10-15 men all dressed impeccably wearing masquerade masks.
The room hushes as they stop mid discussion to look up at Mateo and down to me on the leash.
An excited hum ripples through the room and I almost gasp at the number of them.
Is Mateo having a party and I’m the entertainment?
My stomach drops as I think over the enema Mateo just gave me in preparation.
What does he want me to do here in this room?
Fear coils around my mind but sparks fly in my core as all eyes are on me and I can’t deny the humiliation of the situation is making wet heat form between my legs.
I see that the sitting room has been changed, there are no sofas anymore and in their place is a small, low platform reminiscent of an ottoman with a leather padded top and a box on metal legs. It’s really quite a strange object or piece of furniture, something I’ve never seen before.
Silently Mateo pulls me along to crawl next to the low level box thing, I try to scout the faces to find Angus and Jacob.
But the masks make the men all look the same, they merge into one as I quickly cast my eyes around the room as all eyes follow me.
“Up,” instructs Mateo, when we stop in front of the small raised box.
“On all fours.” When I climb onto the platform it’s soft under my knees and feels sturdy, I realise it’s only just as wide as my body but then there is a box in front of my head.
Mateo opens the lid and says, “Put your head inside, rest your chin on that there.”
I almost gasp. I look back up at him questionably but there is no doubt in his eyes that he just instructed me to put my head inside the box.
Fear trickles down my back. He wants to enclose my head inside a box whilst having me on my hands and knees, naked like an offering.
He points to what must be a chin rest, I can see it’s padded and raised.
The box is very small, I’d say only wide enough for my head with cut outs at the back for my neck with its edges covered in red leather.
When I lower my head over the curve cutout and tentatively rest my chin on the ledge, I see that there is a large padded hole directly in front of my nose and mouth. Tailor made almost.
Mateo bends down in front of my face and whispers, “You are our own personal glory hole, little rabbit. Can you do that for us?”
My eyes bulge out of my head. A glory hole?
As in, they’ll use my body, these men, these strangers and I won’t see who they are.
Oh god. Is that something I can do? Fear must be etched over my masked face because Mateo says, “You can use your safe word now. Or you can try it and use your safe word if you are not comfortable. Raise your hand and tap the box if you can’t use your mouth.
We will stop immediately, do you understand?
Will you be our glory hole, little rabbit? ”
I look back at him and forget everyone in the room and say the first thing that comes to mind, “Are Jacob and Angus here?”
“Yes they are here.”
“They want me to do this too?”
“Oh, we all three want to do this. Plus, every man in this room.”
My head says run, this is beyond my capability.
How will I cope, all my holes, all at once?
But my heart says I loved the gangbang during the Charity Job.
That was different, of course, as I knew those men, but regardless I loved being used like that and I want to give Mateo, Angus and Jacob the experience they have paid for, I want to give them whatever they desire.
So I grit my teeth and nod, “I’ll do it. For you, for all three of you.”
A dark smile spreads across his face, he leans in and says into my ear, “I knew you would say yes, little rabbit, I bet your pussy is leaking at the prospect of all these men taking it in turns to use and stretch every hole in your body. To come multiple times so you are a leaking mess of come oozing from every aching and stretched hole. You are going to be magnificent, worth every single dollar twice over.” He kisses me hard on the lips before straightening and closing the lid over my head, buckling it closed.
I can’t see a thing, the box is dark and snug fitting.
I try to get comfortable turning my head in position on the chin support as my nose protrudes out of the box.
I quiver on the spot, imagining all the eyes I can no longer see looking back at me; my face is hidden yet all my holes are open and exposed.
I can’t move with my head encased in the box and my hands are below me holding up my upper body.
I feel movement at my knees where I feel two cushioned sideboards coming up to support them from falling over the edge and my shins and feet are being strapped to something sturdy supporting my overhanging feet but leaving a wide gap in between them.
Every aspect fits me so exactly I can’t help but wonder if it was custom made to my measurements.
It’s comfortable enough if I rest my chin on the support and my knees are cushioned against the sides with my legs strapped down wide.
What must I look like? I can hear the chatter in the room notch up a level and in no time I feel hands stroke down my bare back, along the contours of my arse cheeks and around under me, squeezing my breasts, fingering my back hole, gliding through my dripping pussy lips.
I’m already soaked from the obscenity of this situation.
It’s grotesque that these men are all in this room to take turns with me whilst the others watch or join in.
It has my heart pounding in exhilarating anticipation.
What will it feel like to be used as a piece of meat, a party centerpiece that is shared and defiled over and over again?
Someone seeks and finds my clit, rubbing in circles, making my body shudder in pleasure as they work me up into a needy state.
I try and move my hips to get more friction, chasing my high, but the fingers are removed, and a cock replaces it, nudging into my entrance.
I gasp as I feel the thickness slide into me, but I don’t have long to get accustomed to him because I feel a cock poke through the hole at my face, taking advantage of my open mouth as he begins to thrust in and out of me.
I’m already taking two cocks and know they’re the first of many.
The cock at my mouth is wide and makes my lips stretch painfully around his girth.
He thrusts harder, hitting the back of my throat, and I gurgle around him trying to swallow and breathe through my nose.
It feels unnatural not to be able to move my head or reposition to change angle or depth.
My mouth is literally being used as a hole.
It’s obscene. Then there is the number of hands I feel all over my body, touching, caressing, pulling my nipples whilst the cock in my mouth thrusts relentlessly along with the cock in my pussy.
I can’t help myself, the depravity, the degradation of the situation has me spasming around the first cock that fucks me, I scream with the cock in my mouth and hear cheers rip through the muddled noise of the room.
Floating down from my high, the cock in my mouth pulses and swells, spilling ropes of hot come down my throat as he withdraws out of my mouth slightly to coat my tongue in come.
I swallow and suck whoever’s cock is in my mouth clean before he withdraws entirely.
Then I feel what feels like a thick pen scratch across my back.
Are they writing on me? I don’t have time to think as the cock in my pussy stills deep inside me and unloads.
I feel the scratch of the pen across my back again.
Are they keeping a tally? I feel someone’s mouth at my entrance licking and sucking me and wonder if it’s Angus.
His mouth is replaced by another cock sliding easily into me, another cock nudging at my mouth and then a lubed-up finger caressing my arsehole.