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With my arms behind my back, Jett and Oakley lift me as Fynn sits on the edge of the bed, and I'm lowered. Fynn lines himself up with my entrance, and I cry out as they impale me on his girthy cock. I'm sore as fuck, but I know I won't get any sympathy from these Sinners.
We are at the perfect height for Jett to slip in behind and take me. Thankfully, he lubes me up nicely, but it's still uncomfortable as he works his cock into my ass, “Relax, Lina. Let me in...” His voice is low and raspy in my ear.
I'm pressed into Fynn as they try to fill me, and he bites me on the shoulder, “Let him in, Saint, or he won't be nice about it.”
I whimper, but it's not because I don't want them to hurt me; I want it with every fiber of my being, just not by ripping my ass apart. Maybe if Fynn were to pull out of me first, but that would be too easy for them. No, they like seeing me suffer, and they like challenges, so they continue the path they have taken.
“I've got something to help our girl relax,” I hear Oakley as he comes closer, and that's when I smell it, seconds before it's blown up my nose. Taking another hit from the joint, Oakley rips the tape off and crashes his mouth to mine, giving me all of it, then sealing the tape back over my mouth, “There, that should help you out, Kitty Cat.”
I glare at him because I've told them repeatedly that I don't do drugs, but they take it upon themselves to get me high whenever I'm around. After a few more hits of smoke up my nose, my body begins to relax, and soon enough, Jett is all the way in.
“Fuck, this is so tight!” he curses, and all I can do is chuckle because it's so much worse for me.
“Now we can get the party started...” Fynn grins, then he and Jett start rocking back and forth as they fuck me.
I can't move. All I can do is feel as they stretch me out, taking me however they want. One moment I'm pressed against Fynn with my head on his shoulder, and the next, I'm leaned back against Jett's chest, and my breasts and clit are abused. I'm not leaving this room without war wounds, that's for sure.
Jett has hold of my hair, ensuring his friend has plenty of access to my chest as his other hand tortures my clit. Fynn is too busy loving my breasts with his mouth and teeth to care what is happening around him. I'm stuck between the two, a doll for them to play with.
“Do you know why we record our sessions, Kitty Cat?” My eyes try and find Oakley's voice, but it's hard with the angle that Jett has my head in. When the Lord comes into view, he's holding his phone, recording, on top of the camera in the corner already recording. I growl and glare at him, but he ignores my reaction, “We do it not only to keep people in line but to watch it later, depending on how hot it is. I believe that I will be watching this one on repeat.”
Fynn bites my nipple hard, making me cry out, and Oakley's smile widens, “Do the other one...make it hurt. She's so pretty when she cries.”
Pain slices through my other nipple, and I cry out again, but I also come hard, “MMPH!”
“That's right, come all over my cock, Little Saint.” Fynn looks me in the eye, “Are you our little pain slut?” Knowing it's a bald-faced lie, I shake my head, and Fynn frowns, “Don't lie to us, Little Saint. We may have to take drastic measures just to prove it.”
Jett's breath is in my ear, “Do you want to come again or not?”
I don't answer him, so his hand comes up, and he pinches my nose. With the tape already over my mouth, I'm not getting any air, and I start to struggle. They all laugh at me, watching and waiting to see how far they can take this.
“Do...you...want...to...come...again?” Jett asks slowly.
As I start seeing stars dance across my vision, I nod, and my body begins to jerk, my life fading from lack of air.
“Holy fuck, that feels good how she's jerking on my cock!” Fynn groans and then gets off on me dying as he fucks me. He fills me up, and then I'm gasping for air as Jett rips his hand away, taking the tape with him.
I'm gulping in the air as both Lords fuck me hard, Fynn finishing up giving me his load as Jett is just starting his release. Surprisingly, I come, too, and I realize that I love what they just did to my body. It's a whole other kind of fucked up, but I like it all the same.
They have me lyingon my stomach at the moment. As soon as Jett was done, he pulled out, and with Oakley's assistance, they lifted me and placed me face down on the bed. I feel like a bowl of Jell-O now as I try to catch my breath. Unfortunately, I'm feeling the effects of the greenery that Oakley blew into my nose and mouth, so I feel light and giggly even though I want to be pissed.
“How are you feeling, Lovely?” Jett asks softly.
I think out of all three of the Lords, Jett is the softest of the bunch, even though he did almost kill me but a few minutes ago. The tatted-up, meanest-looking Lord has turned out to be the nicest, to some extent. I smile at him, thanks to the effects of the weed.
“I feel great, so relaxed,” I respond.
Feeling my legs spread as they all chuckle, I try looking back, but Jett places his hand on my head and holds it as he caresses it. He continues to look toward my legs, but I don't know what he's looking at, and I don't feel anything. That is, not until I feel a cool, damp cloth run up and down my inner thighs.
Someone is washing the mess made, and I sigh in contentment, but then Oakley climbs on the bed and shows me his phone. He replays our little fuck fest, and even I have to admit that we look hot, but then it jumps to a video of Fynn and Jett's cum seeping out of me, and I now know why Jett wouldn't let me look.
“What the fuck? Delete that shit!” I scowl, or at least I think I do, but it's hard to tell due to being high.
Oakley only chuckles and pulls it away when I try grabbing at his phone, “Not a chance, Kitty Cat!” I watch as he taps on his phone before looking at me again, “There, all stored away for safekeeping. We have to keep you in line somehow, don't we?”
As much as I find all this hot and wild, the last thing I need is videos getting out of me getting fucked by the Lords and then their gunk dripping out of me in a close-up. Somehow, some way, I will find those videos, as well as every other video they have ever taken of females, and I will destroy every single one of them.
“Wake up, Kitty Cat. Not everyone can sleep all day,” a smirking voice wakes me from my peaceful slumber. I haven't slept well for a while, so it perturbs me that I'm being woken up now.
