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It wasn’t a question.
His touch has me gripping at the table, biting my lip to try to catch the cry from tearing out of the back of my throat. “Royal…” His name is barely more than a whimper.
It’s enough for him to grab the elastic of my panties and jerk them down. I only just manage to close my legs quick enough for him to pull them from me before they’re literally ripped off and tossed aside, discarded without a second thought. Royal’s hands are back on my waist, pulling me off the table.
I crash into him, but before I can react, he’s spinning me around. With his cock grinding into the small of my back, he grabs my wrists, pushing me forward so my hands are back to gripping the table, and I’m almost bent in a ninety-degree angle.
“Keep watching, little perv.”
Although I don’t care for the pet name he seems to have given me, my attention is on one of the giant monitors in front of my face. By now, all four people are on this altar. Their noises have been playing this whole time, but I’ve not really registered the change until I’m watching them.
Like before, the second girl still seems to have pale guy’s cock up her ass as she props herself up by her elbows. She’s the loudest one on the altar, her cries of pleasure seem to be verging on pleas. Beneath her, I can’t see pale guys face, but as his hands are gripping at the girl’s tits so hard, I can see red marks on her fair skin.
Gabrielle is still on top, thrusting away with the double-ended dildo still connecting them. On another monitor, I can see her face. She’s got sweat streaming down her tanned skin and one of her shoulders is covered in bite marks. From the way she’s cursing, I’m almost certain she’s mid-orgasm, but she’s not stopping. She has no choice.
With his knees on the altar, the fourth guy is taking her from behind, hard and fast. It’s his motion that keeps them all going.
I lick my lips, but my mouth is so dry.
Royal, uses his feet to spread my legs wide. I don’t fight him, instead, tilting my ass towards him.
All I want is him inside of me.
Royal guides his cock to my entrance, pushing the tip in. Before my body gets used to the angle, he takes me, hard, forcing his length in as deep as he can before his pelvic bone slams into my ass.
At the last minute, I manage to lock my elbows and stop myself from slamming into the table.
“Fuck.” I cry out.
He’s rough, and it hurts, but at the same time, my pussy is clamping down around him, not wanting to let go.
“So fucking good,” Royal murmurs from behind me. His hands grip my hips, and that’s the only warning I get before he’s pounding his dick into me.
The first few thrusts aren’t as enjoyable for me as they are for him, but as my body adjusts and my pussy gets used to him, I feel the orgasm building.
“Deeper,” I gasp. I’m not sure it’s possible, but it feels like the orgasm is building like a bubble of pressure inside of me, and I need his cock to burst it.
“Eyes on the screen,” Royal snaps as my head drops.
“Harder.”
The voice isn’t mine or Royal’s. It belongs to someone on the other side of the screen—one of the masked people.
The moment I look up, seeing the sandy haired guy thrust into Gabrielle like he’s a piston, Royal pulls at my hips. In doing so, my body dips and then Royal’s cock is driving deeper into me.
Words are leaving my mouth, but I have no idea what they are. I’m so close.
And then, like a spear, Royal’s cock seems to pierce that invisible bubble, and I come hard.
“Don’t you dare stop, neophytes.”
It’s the voice in the room again, but I’ve got no energy left in me to try and find the owner of the voice.
Like he’s also following the orders, Royal doesn’t stop.
I can barely feel my legs, and the only reason I’m still upright is because of his grip.
On screen, I notice Gabrielle and the other girl’s face, recognizing their expressions, because I’m feeling it too: The need to stop, but also, for another orgasm.
