Page 10 of Losers, Part II


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4 - Jessica

Their shoes poundedheavily as they circled me, and suddenly my blindfold was tugged down. I blinked rapidly in the light as I looked up at my captors.

The four men stood before me in the living room of a large cabin. The walls were polished wood; there was a stone fireplace to my left, and a sectional brown leather couch to my right. The mounted skulls of deer and moose hung on the walls. Light spilled in through the glass double doors ahead of me, which led out onto a wooden deck surrounded by pine trees.

“Welcome to your new home,” Jason said, pacing around me. “It’s time to break you into the obedient little cumslut you’ve always wanted to be.”

Those words felt like an electric bolt shooting straight through me. He tugged up my blindfold again, fitting it securely over my eyes and surrounding me in darkness.

“Cumsluts don’t need to see,” he said, patting my cheek. “You go where your masters tell you and you’ll be just fine.”

Another set of footsteps came closer. They walked past me, stroking their fingers through my hair as they tipped my head back.

“Open your mouth, angel.”

With a shiver, I obeyed. Manson’s fingers probed my mouth, pressing on my tongue and deep into my throat.

“Don’t pull away.” He gripped my hair to ensure I stayed in position, his voice firm when I gagged. “Learn to control yourself.”

He pressed two fingers into my throat and held them there. Tears welled in my eyes and dampened my blindfold as I tried to resist the urge to cough. Only when I got myself under control, managing not to gag on his fingers for nearly twenty seconds, did he let me go.

“That’s better.” He released my hair, circling me. “That’s a good slut. Your throat should always be ready for me, isn’t that right?”

“Yes, Master,” I said, my voice hoarse.

“A toy like you is only good for pleasing her owners, is that understood?”

Nodding rapidly, I choked out, “Yes, Master.”

“Then you’re going to take whatever we give you, aren’t you? You’re going to spread your legs and let us use your pussy, your ass, your mouth. You can scream all you want, angel. But you’re going to be a good girl for us and take it.”

My deep breaths were making my head light. “Yes, Master. I’ll be a good girl and take it.”

Then, Manson gave a command.

“Strip her down.”

Hands grabbed me from all sides, pinning me to the floor. Someone gripped my shirt, and I gasped as it was ripped apart. Cold metal tapped against my chest, nudged under my bra strap, and with one quick tug, my bra was cut off. They pulled off my shoes, my socks, then my shorts and panties, too.

I was turned onto my stomach, and the blade that had cut my bra sliced through the tape around my wrists before it was peeled away.

“Spread her legs,” Manson said. “I want to see her beautiful pussy dripping for us.”

My ankles were grasped and spread. I lay there on my stomach, the cool air kissing over my flesh, exposed and helpless. Fingers probed me and spread my labia apart. Someone smeared Vincent’s cum over me and fingered me as if to push it back inside.

“Jason, eat her. Get your tongue inside her.”

Manson had barely finished issuing the order when Jason’s mouth closed over me. He stroked me with his tongue, eating me as enthusiastically as he would a five-course meal. My legs were held apart all the while, my hands grasping desperately on the smooth floor for something to hold on to.

“Oh God, that feels so good!” His tongue kept flicking my clit and it made my restrained legs twitch every time.

“You’re making her shake, J.” God, Vincent sounded so damn sexy. The usual humor was clear in his voice but his tone was low and thick with desire. “Do you like how I taste inside her?”

“Yes, sir,” Jason moaned the words against me, and I almost lost it. Every inch of me stiffened in desperate pursuit of the orgasm hovering out of my reach.

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