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“Too many clothes,” the owner of said hand growls and releases me.
I waver in the air as I try to keep upright, but when someone yanks my pants down, I lose my footing. And fall straight into the man before me.
He chuckles as he catches me. “Can’t keep your balance, sweetie?”
I hang in his arms as my feet are ripped away from under me and my pants come off. Before I can plant my feet back on the ground, two fingers shove inside me.
I cry out and flex my hands on my back, needing to grab onto something, but I can’t do anything but accept the total loss of control and let the arms hold me up.
The fingers start pumping. Hard and mercilessly. It hurts. I keep whimpering, my feet sliding on the floor as I search for purchase. Whenever I’m about to find my footing, someone knocks my feet out again, and I keep hanging in the arms holding me.
My brain reels from the chaos. It doesn’t matter that I’m safe anymore. It’s too much. Too much confusion, too much sensation.
“Stop,” I whimper. “Stop. It hurts.”
Nothing stops. But the man pounding into me presses a finger against my clit, and sensation explodes in my nerves. I cry out and thrash—not from fear, but from the overwhelming, mind-numbing need to come.
The arms around me lift me higher, and someone whispers against my ear, “Come for us. Give us an orgasm.”
I couldn’t stop it even if I wanted to. The orgasm rips through me with a force that knocks the wind out of me. I open my mouth, but the scream sticks in my throat as I spasm through the convulsing riptide of lust. For a moment, it’s only the slick sound of fingers pumping in and out of me that fills the space. And then comes the scream. It tears through my throat and echoes off the walls, half pleasure, half pain.
Then I collapse. I sag against someone—Markus, I think—as the fingers make me shudder with a few more pumps before pulling out.
“Good girl,” Markus whispers, lifting me into his arms. He carries me through the room, places me on the couch, unties my wrists, and removes the blindfold. I’m prepared to curl up and snuggle, but large hands wrap around my hips and hoist me onto all fours.
“Not yet, sweetie.” Fingers tangle in my hair, lifting my head. There’s a scratch of a zipper somewhere. Behind me? In front of me? Maybe both? I’m still too disoriented to tell, and my eyes refuse to focus on my surroundings. I gasp when two cocks prod at me at the same time—one at my mouth and one at my slick opening.
I automatically open up, parting my lips and arching my back. Both shafts press in at the same time, and whatever little brain activity I had left goesswoosh.
They start rocking in and out of me at the same languid tempo, stretching my inner walls and throat. They have me completely and utterly trapped between them. I can’t control anything. Not even my breathing. All I can do is drag in air whenever Markus pulls back to allow enough room for the oxygen to pass through my throat.
Soon, they pick up the tempo, and the sensation almost becomes too much to bear. Their rhythm is perfectly synchronized. Both cocks pull back at the same time and shove in simultaneously, spearing me from both ends, filling me to the brim. I jerk between them from the force, reaching up to claw my hands against Markus’s thighs, seeking some kind of purchase.
Not even this do I get. Grigory grabs my wrists, dragging my arms behind me and using them as handles as he fucks me. I’m all but suspended in the air between them, hanging by the hand in my hair and the grip on my arms, my legs wobbling beneath me as they try to lend a little support.
There’s nothing I can do. So I release my weight, accepting the total loss of control. Giving it up to them.
Grigory growls at my reaction, and Markus’s fist tightens in my hair. And God, my core starts pulsing again as I feel how much my submission turns them on.
“Give us one more,” Markus orders between labored breaths. “One more orgasm.”
Grigory gathers both of my arms on my back and hits his fist into the right side of my ass. I almost choke on Markus’s cock as the force reverberates through me. The act seems excessively violent. I’ve never been hit with a fist before. But the effect is none like the vicious pain I’d expect. Rather, it’s a throbbing sensation deep in my muscles that sets fire to my pulsing desire.
Grigory repeats with a feral grunt, sending his fist into my ass with a jeering thud that sends me teetering on the ledge.
Both men pick up speed as I suddenly convulse between them, bucking and curling my toes as the pain crashes against the pulsing heat, exploding in a fierce orgasm.
I try to withdraw my head, needing to breathe. But Markus only draws out for a second before shoving back in, pounding into me with a force that scratches along the walls of my throat. My lungs contract at a hazardous rhythm as panic builds inside me.
Markus’s cock swells in my throat with the telltale warning of his orgasm. But I don’t know if I can wait that long. I need air. I start shoving at his legs frantically, moaning my desperation around his cock.
Grigory tightens a hand around my hips as he stills inside me and shoves the other hand beneath me, pressing it against my clit. I spasm as a new onslaught of sensation tears through my overstimulated nerves.
My body goes into overdrive along with my mind, red flashes of panic blaring loudly as I jerk and shove, trying to get away. But I’m stuck. Stuck in the painful pleasure Grigory forces upon me and stuck without air.
Markus groans as he shoots his cum down my throat. I struggle to subdue my gag reflex and swallow, but when Markus pulls out, I can’t control anything. The air swooshes into my lungs like a strike of lightning bolting my body awake. Grigory thrusts into me with a tearing force at the same moment, igniting a new orgasm that rips through my body as he spurts his cum into me with a feral growl.
It’s dirty and ugly, painful and excruciating. Cum drips out of my mouth and water leaks from my eyes as I cough and gasp for air between uncontrolled moans and screams. My muscles spasm jerkily, and my entire body feels like it’s about to combust from the onslaught of sensation.
