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My shrieks turn into loud moans despite how uncomfortable I’m turning, and the pleasure comes crashing. My body contracts, my back lifts off Lik’s lap, and my head rolls to the side as I orgasm again, letting Rachel play me like a finely tuned musical instrument.
When she finally pulls away, I’m wheezing, barely able to breathe. The gag has become unbearable, and I bring my hands to my mouth, pleading Sam with my eyes.
“I will take it off, and then you’ll thank Rachel for your orgasms.” I nod, my eyelids so heavy I can barely keep them open.
Sam undoes the gag, and the first thing I do is stretch my jaw. I used both hands to massage it and finally swallow properly.
“Thank you, Rachel,” I murmur, my throat dry and my mouth feeling like cotton.
Lik lets go of my legs, and I feel myself drift to sleep as Rachel traces patterns on my thighs with the tip of her fingers. Sam moves, but I can’t force myself to open my eyes.
I feel heavy when he picks me up, one hand at my back and the other sliding behind my knees. He carries me, although I’m not sure where. Stairs. Light feet on a soft floor. And I hear the other ones following too, but I can’t talk, and I can’t move. I’m exhausted.
When I feel the soft mattress under me, I curl into a ball, then proceed to shift until I’m on my front, ready to shut out the entire world.
Fingers run up and down my back in a languid, reassuring gesture. Someone sits down above my head, and I’m assuming Sam must have put me down in the middle of the bed, not close to the headboard. The person grabs my wrists, pulling them up until they’re resting against the mattress, just above my head.
I groan a complaint, sleep still trying to pull me down. It’s not Rachel holding my wrists, the hands are too big. It’s not Sam, because there are rings around his fingers. I open my eyes, squinting up to find Lik sitting against the headboard, his legs spread, so they’re on either side of me, and my hands resting between the top of my head and his crotch. He smiles at me with a softness only this man can have. So feminine, so reassuring. My heartbeat drops, and I’m lulled back to sleep, going deeper and deeper.
Until I feel someone spread my legs. I startle, letting out a grunt.
“Ssh,” Lik tells me. “Relax, princess.”
Fingers run against my pussy, small and lithe. Rachel. She rubs my clit and I tense.
“No more,” I rasp. Still on my front, I hide my face in the mattress.
“You can take more,” Lik whispers as he runs his fingers against my scalp, keeping me relaxed. I shake my head, no, but it’s too quickly followed by a moan.
“Rachel and I went to do some shopping together,” Lik continues, his voice like sweetened honey, appeasing my fears and forcing me to listen. “I think you’ll like what we bought. You can try some stuff tonight, and some another day, I guess.”
Rachel’s fingers press against my pussy, they’re cool and slick, covered in lube.
“Wait,” I breathe in. Slowly, she spreads lube all over my entrance, and then inside.
Lik starts massaging my neck, and I’m not sure if it’s to keep me in place or make me more pliable. Both subdue me, and I can’t do anything when I feel the head of a large dildo push against me. I tense, closing my legs.
“Open.” Sam’s voice isn’t nearly as sweet as Lik’s.
He’s right by Rachel, I can hear him. Although now, even if I wanted to look, I couldn’t.
Lik is holding my head against the mattress, his fingers rougher than they were a second ago.
“Close your legs again, and I’ll whip you,” Sam warns me. There’s no violence in his words, and I don’t understand how he can make it sound so threatening with such a calm tone.
I can’t stop the whimper that makes its way up my throat as I spread my legs again. A hand runs against my lower back. Rachel’s reassuring touch prevents me from shaking.
She pushes in slightly. “It’s too big,” I wince.
“You can take it,” she reassures me. “I’m going to stretch you out really good.”
There’s more pressure, and I feel the way she slides into my wet pussy. The lube helps, slickness covering both the toy and me. She pulls back, then pushes back in. Again, this time, more of the toy glides inside me. She repeats the process until I feel so stretched out, so full of the dildo, that I start to relax around it.
“That’s my perfect doll,” she sighs, pride coating her words. “Look at you, oh my god, I’ve never seen you so stretched…”
I moan as she starts moving. I know she’s put the dildo on a strap-on because I feel her hips as they get closer to my ass cheeks. She’s managing to fill me up entirely and the way it hits against my cervix has me squirming with discomfort.
“It hurts,” I hiss, still unable to move my head and arms. Lik is holding me tightly, but not roughly. It’s still reassuring in a way, his thumb rubbing softly against my wrist. I know he can feel my scar there, but he doesn’t say anything.
