minutes, I couldn’t see a thing, the
spidery-looking thing had been forced between my teeth and strapped into place,
forcing my mouth open wide, and I’d been tied up. Each of my calves were strapped
to the corresponding thigh, so that my heels were kicking against my ass. My
arms had been pulled behind my back, bent at the elbows, and tied into place.
If that wasn’t enough, both of them smeared some sort of lubricant all over my
cunt, my ass, and my breasts…but it wasn’t just any old lubricant. It tingled.
The longer it remained in place, the more intensely it tingled.
Without any
further warning, they tossed me as I was onto something soft—a bed?—and left
the room, closing the door behind them.
I was alone like
that for so long that I eventually fell asleep. Don’t ask me how that happened,
but I did. It had to be because I’d been so thoroughly used that I couldn’t
possibly stay awake a minute longer.
I’m not sure how
long I was asleep, flat on my stomach with my limbs tied behind me. I probably
would have slept longer, if not for the massive cock plunging down my throat
and blocking my airway.
I gagged on it
because I hadn’t been expecting it, but I couldn’t escape it. I couldn’t close
my lips, bite down with my teeth…that spider gag prevented me from slowing it
in any way.
The sleek head
forced its way past my gag reflex and into my throat, and all the ridges and
veins slid over my tongue as he held my head tight by the hair, one hand beside
each ear, and face fucked me.
I could feel
that I’d been pulled up to my knees, which had been spread almost as wide as
they would go. We weren’t alone, whoever this man driving himself balls deep
inside my mouth was and me. Other hands were touching me. Strong. Hard.
Slapping my ass and twisting my nipples. Fingers slid inside my pussy and my
ass.
Christ on a
cracker, how many men were involved?
I’d barely
recognized just how precarious my situation was before I realized that the only
reason I wasn’t in a full split was because my thighs were straddling
something. Someone. A man with a huge cock that was now pushing against the
fingers in my pussy, fighting for entry.
He drove up into
me while hands on my hips and shoulders pressed me down, forcing him deep, deeper,
all the way in on a single stroke. I screamed in pleasure pain over the cock in
my throat, but another enormous dick forced its way into my ass before I could
somehow catch a breath.
Now I had hands
pushing down on me, pulling up on my head, pulling back on my hips as three
cocks impaled me at once.
The tingling
from the lubricant wasn’t merely a tingling sensation anymore. It burned,
stung, felt like every tiny part of my sexual anatomy had been caught in an
inferno. Hot tears spilled down my cheeks, and still more hands were on me. My
nipples and my clit were all pinched tightly, and the pressure only increased,
never released. Then there was a tugging on them, just before I felt
electricity zing through them and straight to my core.
Another painfully
intense orgasm took me, kept me in its grips as I fucked, fucked, oh my god did
I ever fuck like my life depended upon it. Because with the way I felt, it did.
Eventually, I
realized that the cocks that had been pounding into me had stopped moving. They
weren’t even there anymore. Yet I was still thrusting my hips, slamming my clit
down over something repeatedly in time with…with…what?
Smack!
Hard. Sharp.
Blinding pain.
A cane.
I blinked, and
realized the blindfold was gone and the spider gag had been replaced by some
sort of ball gag. Daylight streamed in through the window. I tried to look
around me, tried to see what was happening, but I couldn’t move my head.
My legs were
straight, my ankles strapped to a spreader bar below me that was chained in
place on the floor. I was bent over at a ninety-degree angle, a bar holding me
up by the waist. Some sort of vibrating protrusion was coming out of it,
pulsing
spidery-looking thing had been forced between my teeth and strapped into place,
forcing my mouth open wide, and I’d been tied up. Each of my calves were strapped
to the corresponding thigh, so that my heels were kicking against my ass. My
arms had been pulled behind my back, bent at the elbows, and tied into place.
If that wasn’t enough, both of them smeared some sort of lubricant all over my
cunt, my ass, and my breasts…but it wasn’t just any old lubricant. It tingled.
The longer it remained in place, the more intensely it tingled.
Without any
further warning, they tossed me as I was onto something soft—a bed?—and left
the room, closing the door behind them.
I was alone like
that for so long that I eventually fell asleep. Don’t ask me how that happened,
but I did. It had to be because I’d been so thoroughly used that I couldn’t
possibly stay awake a minute longer.
I’m not sure how
long I was asleep, flat on my stomach with my limbs tied behind me. I probably
would have slept longer, if not for the massive cock plunging down my throat
and blocking my airway.
I gagged on it
because I hadn’t been expecting it, but I couldn’t escape it. I couldn’t close
my lips, bite down with my teeth…that spider gag prevented me from slowing it
in any way.
The sleek head
forced its way past my gag reflex and into my throat, and all the ridges and
veins slid over my tongue as he held my head tight by the hair, one hand beside
each ear, and face fucked me.
I could feel
that I’d been pulled up to my knees, which had been spread almost as wide as
they would go. We weren’t alone, whoever this man driving himself balls deep
inside my mouth was and me. Other hands were touching me. Strong. Hard.
Slapping my ass and twisting my nipples. Fingers slid inside my pussy and my
ass.
Christ on a
cracker, how many men were involved?
I’d barely
recognized just how precarious my situation was before I realized that the only
reason I wasn’t in a full split was because my thighs were straddling
something. Someone. A man with a huge cock that was now pushing against the
fingers in my pussy, fighting for entry.
He drove up into
me while hands on my hips and shoulders pressed me down, forcing him deep, deeper,
all the way in on a single stroke. I screamed in pleasure pain over the cock in
my throat, but another enormous dick forced its way into my ass before I could
somehow catch a breath.
Now I had hands
pushing down on me, pulling up on my head, pulling back on my hips as three
cocks impaled me at once.
The tingling
from the lubricant wasn’t merely a tingling sensation anymore. It burned,
stung, felt like every tiny part of my sexual anatomy had been caught in an
inferno. Hot tears spilled down my cheeks, and still more hands were on me. My
nipples and my clit were all pinched tightly, and the pressure only increased,
never released. Then there was a tugging on them, just before I felt
electricity zing through them and straight to my core.
Another painfully
intense orgasm took me, kept me in its grips as I fucked, fucked, oh my god did
I ever fuck like my life depended upon it. Because with the way I felt, it did.
Eventually, I
realized that the cocks that had been pounding into me had stopped moving. They
weren’t even there anymore. Yet I was still thrusting my hips, slamming my clit
down over something repeatedly in time with…with…what?
Smack!
Hard. Sharp.
Blinding pain.
A cane.
I blinked, and
realized the blindfold was gone and the spider gag had been replaced by some
sort of ball gag. Daylight streamed in through the window. I tried to look
around me, tried to see what was happening, but I couldn’t move my head.
My legs were
straight, my ankles strapped to a spreader bar below me that was chained in
place on the floor. I was bent over at a ninety-degree angle, a bar holding me
up by the waist. Some sort of vibrating protrusion was coming out of it,
pulsing
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