Chapter 33 #2
I steady my head and let the man at my mouth thrust in and out, luckily, he is not as wide as the first guy.
The one behind me is rough and his fingers dig into my hips as he pushes in and out of me, making sure I feel every inch of his length.
Whoever has their finger making circles around my arsehole adds pressure and squeezes past my tight muscle that I’m trying to concentrate on loosening but it’s difficult whist being fucked at both ends.
The finger gains access to my back passage and I can hear an excited “Yes!” as the finger begins to pump in and out of me, tipping the person who is fucking me from behind over the edge.
I feel another scratch marked on my back as that cock is replaced by another, the finger staying seated in my arse until the next guy is pounding into me and another finger is lubed up and added to my back hole.
The second guy in my mouth shudders and delivers his thick creamy streams onto my waiting tongue before my skin feels the familiar scratch of a pen on my back.
When the third man to take my pussy finishes deep inside me, he is replaced with someone who works himself into my body slowly, making sure I feel every inch of him and angling himself to hit that delicious spot, I moan as I work my tongue over the next cock gliding into my waiting mouth.
Another finger is added to my back hole making three and I buck as I feel the stretch and burn of them working inside of me.
The guy working his cock from behind is fanning the flames of my building orgasm again and then I feel mouths enclose both my nipples and that’s it, I come again screaming like a whore as the cock in my mouth pulls out to let me moan my pleasure out loud.
The mouths suck deeply on my breasts, the guy who just fucked me through another orgasm swells and comes in my sopping hole, as does the man fucking my face.
The guy fingering my arse pulls out too and I’m a wet, dripping mess of come but no one is filling my holes.
I’ve lost count of the number I’ve had and the amount of times I’ve felt the pen write on my back.
I wonder why no one is using me until I feel a cock edging passed my back hole muscles and delving deeper and deeper into my back passage, allowing me time to accommodate and stretch around him.
My body quivers with adrenaline and need as the man behind me slowly picks up the pace.
Someone else pushes into my mouth and fingers curl into my pussy, the hot mouths continue to suck on my breasts.
So many sensations, so many emotions I can’t process it all, I feel like I’ve died and gone to heaven, I love every cock, all the fingers and mouths that are on or inside of me.
I love being used in such a way with these unknown men, taking, using, abusing my body whilst I am unable to move and my head is locked away in this square box.
And then it hits me—Are they doing this for me? Is this about how far I will go and the depths of my own depravity? They knew I’d say yes, they knew I’d enjoy it. Is this about me as much as it is about the three men who hired me? They are enjoying testing me, seeing how low I’ll go for them.
But I can’t concentrate on any more thoughts, the man in my arse is coming, so is the man in my mouth.
I’ve lost all sense of time and the number of men who have come on or in me.
My body is slick with sweat, come dribbles out of my arse and my pussy.
I am a used and hot mess. I have no idea how many more men fuck my pussy, my arse, my mouth.
Over and over again, they take it in turns and I wonder if it’s the same men going a second or third time, or if there were more men invited than I saw.
My knees are arching, my wrists are throbbing, my pussy aches and my arsehole definitely aches.
But the cocks are relentless, they keep on coming, slower after the initial quick fucks, they take me languidly, drawing out their time in me.
I can feel the sloppy mess of myself as each cock easily slides into me, a cheer for every additional load of come I take.
I lose sense of time and my body, I’m lost to the men who pound into me over and over again. To the mouths that suck at me, to the hands that pinch and pull at me, who hold me up as my body trembles.
Then I feel a softer cock push into my mouth and hands spread my arse cheeks to hold my arsehole open.
Simultaneously warm liquid is pissed into my back hole and into my mouth.
Surprise has me gurgling but I take control of my throat and begin to swallow.
I swear I can hear the words, “Good little rabbit,” but I’m unsure as I continue to feel hot liquid at my back hole, running down my legs.
Then I feel more on my back, running over the sides and down my breasts, dripping off my nipples. The men are using me as their urinal.
I am a hot, sticky, come-leaking, urine-coated mess.
The defilement of it has me rocking my hips, thankful when someone reaches under me to rub my clit as more spurts of urine coat my shoulders, running down my neck and making their way to my chin.
My clit is sore but the fingers are rubbing me perfectly as I chase one more high until it hits me like a freight train, wracking my body with full shudders of ecstasy.
I don’t think my knees or my wrists can hold me up anymore.
My weakness must be obvious as hands reach up to grab and steady me, and I hear the buckle above unlock around my head.
Light fills my eyes and senses as I blink in a daze of exhausted euphoria, my mind and body no longer operating or functioning as they should.
I’ve reached my limit, I’m near blacking out.
With my head free, hands lift my sticky, wet body up and into them, my head lulls to the side as exhaustion renders me boneless.
The room is silent as whoever is carrying me walks me out of the room.
My eyelids are too heavy to open and I have a distant feeling of come and liquid leaking out of me as I’m carried somewhere but I’m too far gone to care or feel embarrassed.
My mask is removed and I am held under running water, the warm water coating my skin like a warm hug.
Another set of hands rub over my body with a masculine scented shower gel, scrubbing off the writing that must be covering my body, whilst I’m still cradled to someone’s chest. Hands caress between my legs and my arsehole, so gently, like I’m a fragile flower.
Even as my head lulls on the back of a forearm I feel hands massage shampoo into my hair.
The body holds me under the stream of water but someone else holds a hand over my face so that the shampoo is washed out of my hair, but it doesn’t run into my eyes.
I feel like I’m having an out of body experience, half awake and half asleep as people work to make me clean but I’m too whacked out to care who.
When the shower stops and cool air hits my wet skin, towels dab and rub at my body, my hair, between my legs, drying me.
I hear the worried mutterings of Angus or is that Jacob and try to lift my head but it feels too heavy.
Instead I manage a whisper from my ragged, well-fucked throat, “Who’s there? ”
I feel the rumblings of his words in his chest as I hear him say, “It’s Jacob, and Angus is here and so is Father. We’ve got you. Can you sit up and have a drink for me?” Although I recognise Jacob’s voice, I don’t recognise the gentle tone and worry lacing his words.
Jacob angles my cradled body so my head is raised higher and I feel a straw poke at my mouth. I suck and taste the sweet and sour flavour of warm lemon and honey hit my tongue. I cough in surprise.
“Shhhh, drink your medicine, it’s going to help soothe your throat.
” I frown at Jacob’s unfamiliar care but suck down more of the drink now I know what to expect.
When I’ve had enough, I feel the sugar spike in my veins and I begin to come back into myself and open my eyes.
When I do, the first pair I see are Angus’ mismatched ones looking back at me, his good eye filled with concern.
I smile weakly back at him and ask, “Did I do good? Did you have a nice time?”
A shy smile spreads across Angus’ face as a deep red blush creeps up his neck, “We all had an unbelievable time Roxy, you have no idea.”
I lazily smile back in pride at his words and reply in a whisper, “Oh I’m so glad.”
“I’m going to put you on the toilet now Roxy, you need to pee, can you do that for me?” asks Jacob. He sounds like he’s talking to a small child and not me. I’m so confused.
“Yes,” is all my brain can generate right now.
I feel myself being lowered onto the toilet and as gravity takes hold, come leaks from my pussy and my arsehole.
I just sit with my eyes closed and will myself to pee until finally a trickle turns into a gush and my bladder releases burning hot liquid through my well used pussy.
When I’m finished, Jacob pulls me up to a standing position, jolting my eyes open and straight into the green sapphires of his eyes.
He looks devastatingly handsome with concern written all over his face.
He must have taken off his wet clothes and pulled on dry track pants when I was peeing.
I feel Angus between my legs, dabbing me clean and dry again.
“Arms up,” instructs Mateo’s voice from behind me, Jacob raising them up for me. Mateo lowers a soft, white t-shirt over my head. His clothes look wet like he took a shower with them on.
“Can you walk?” asks Jacob.
I hold onto both his arms as I take a wobbly step forward, and then another. My whole body aches and my pussy and arsehole scream from soreness. I wince and that’s enough for Jacob who scoops me up again.
“I’ll grab some tylenol and see you upstairs,” says Mateo to his boys.
My feet dangle as Jacob jostles me up a flight of stairs and into the attic room.
Angus is ahead in just his track pants, he must have got wet and changed too.
Angus has turned down my bed and placed the pillows up tall against the headboard.
He scoots over when Jacob sits me in the centre against the pillows, climbing in next to me.
Mateo is up next, still wearing the mask covering his face and hands me two tablets and a glass of water. I take the tablets and am grateful for the cool liquid running down my throat. “I’ll bring up some food shortly, stay with her whilst I do.”
“I have no intention of leaving her,” grunts Jacob, and I turn and look at him. He looks different when he’s not being cruel or mean, almost a stranger. Neither brother is wearing a mask anymore.