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Movement from behind me startles me, and I nearly faceplant into the dais. Thankfully Tornado was able to catch me before I did.
“Perfect segway,” he rumbles as he lowers me to the ground. The angle I was going to fall keeps my ass in the air. Hands immediately start grabbing at me, and my eyes slam shut as distant memories threaten to evade me.
“I’m here, Blaine,” Prez mutters, petting the hair away from my face. “Open your eyes. Now.” The command is swift and not for argument. Popping them open, he stares at me as the deep sounds of buzzing take over.
“You have been such a good girl already, Leather.” Knuckles’s voice is sweet as honey, but I know it’s nothing more than a lure. One that I’m willing to be hung up on. “Let’s see if you can keep it up.”
“Oh!” I gasp as the cold, vibrating head is placed directly onto my clit. Jolting my hips away, I try to escape the intense feeling. Saliva drips from my mouth onto the floor and I nearly put my cheek in it. “Oh hy hod!” I shriek past the gag, doing my best to wiggle away from the immense pleasure. It’s far too strong for so little preparation. It almost hurts.
Multiple tendrils of leather smack down on my ass, forcing another surprised sound from me. This time, my face slides easily with the rest of my body as I fight the feelings. Two hands land on dips of my thighs and force me back to having my ass in the air. Another set of hands grab each of my arms, shoving them between my thighs and holding me face down and helpless. Metal clanking, locks clicking, cold metal is placed on my wrists and ankles.
Once the hands let go, I test my limits only to realize I’m bound in this position. All three men have backed up, their cocks protruding from their jeans as they tug their lengths in my direction.
“Isn’t she just sexy?” Tornado asks, his head tilting to where Prez stands beside him.
Prez hums. “She definitely does. Though, her fighting attitude will get her ass blistered if she’s not careful, don’t you think?” Prez turns to look at Knuckles, who simply stares at me with a look of wonder.
“If she’s not careful, our names will be carved into her flesh as a sign of submission. Though, hers would be on us as well.”
They talk about me as though I’m just an object instead of a hearing, seeing being. And while I’m internally complaining, my traitor of a vagina is fluttering in flattery as she waits for a cock to fill her. Rolling my eyes at the stupid thought, it seems to catch their attention.
“Five,” Tornado growls as he holds out his hand. His entire body is protruding veins as if he’s been stopping himself from moving. That may be true as they all stared at me like a piece of meat. I’m sure my side profile doesn’t do it justice.
Knuckles laughs as he grabs the flogger and gives it to Tornado. I want to swallow, but with the current predicament my mouth is in, dripping on the floor will have to do.
Prez, with a smirk on his face, slowly walks out of my line of sight while keeping his cock in hand. Tornado doesn't hesitate to come near me and enact the punishment.
“You will count as I go or you will start again, do you understand?” Nodding my head frantically, he swats it down on my exposed ass. “I said: do you understand?” He growls, kneeling down next to me and running his calloused hand over the red welts he made.
As I have no plans for getting into more trouble, I mumble, “ess err,” barely able to make out the words from around the ring in my mouth. The failed attempt seems to satisfy him enough as he brings it down harder than the first time. I swear I can feel each piece of leather making contact with my ass as he goes.
“Uhn,” I try. His next ones are rapid, far too fast for me to be able to count and digest at the same time. No doubt that was his plan all along, though.
“Start again, Leather,” Prez announces, suddenly dropping to his knees in front of my face. His thick cock rests on my cheek as I wait for the eventual strike to come. My body tenses, bracing for the worst. “Stick out your tongue and taste me.” The demand is swift, and I stretch it out as far as I can to reach his tip. The need to taste the salty pre-cum slowly overpowering my other needs, such as my weeping cunt.
Screaming, I push my hips toward Tornado as the strike comes down, only to impale myself on his positioned cock. He doesn’t move me as he smacks the material back down again. I stupidly count again and again, rocking myself on his cock until we reach five perfect whoopings.
“I will never understand how you are always this tight,” Tornado grunts from behind me, tossing the flogger away from us. “You take all three of us, and yet you still manage to feel like a virgin.” My cheeks burn brightly at the statement, embarrassment heating my core.
Pulling away from me, Tornado barely keeps himself lodged inside as Prez positions his cock at the ring of my gag and presses inward.
“I’m going to fuck this pretty throat while he destroys your pussy,” Prez grunts as he slams forward. He immediately hits the back of my throat the same time Tornado pounds back into me. The sensations are overbearing, but it’s not quite enough for me to go over the edge. He buries himself to the hilt each time, my stomach rolling in pleasure with each stroke. I admit I don’t get much satisfaction from a throat fucking, but hearing and seeing Prez enjoying himself has me growing wetter for them all together.
A third figure probs at my ass, the sensitization not foreign yet surprising every time I feel it. I’m given no time to adjust as Tornado continues his fast pace while my tight asshole is quickly stretched out. Thankfully they worked me over earlier to prepare for this, but nothing is ever ready when it comes to anal. There will always be some level of preparation when it’s time, as evidenced by right now.
Eyes screwing shut, Knuckles thick cock stretches its way inside of me. One hand grips my hair while another set quickly undoes the straps from around my head. Once it comes off, the cuffs to my wrists also come undone. Feeling like a new woman, I quickly jerk myself to my elbows and suck Prez back into my mouth. The groan of satisfaction curbs my insanity, the feeling of being far too stretched almost taking over my senses.
Knuckles takes care in not forcing himself too quickly, but with a level of irritation, I slam back onto them. Pain rings through my entire body as more tears stream from my eyes, yet it’s pain that I relish in. Prez’s cock jumps inside my mouth. Glancing up at him from under my watery lashes, there’s no doubt in my mind that he’s enjoying my pain almost as much as I am.
His fingers dig into my scalp as he forces his cock further into my throat, his balls hitting the underside of my chin as I take him without complaint. On cue, Knuckles and Tornado set a perfect rhythm of slamming inside of me, never leaving me without a cock and always feeling full.
The sensations quickly build, their united front against my g-spot has me hurling toward the finish line.
Popping off Prez’s cock, Knuckles grabs my shoulders and uses them for further leverage.
“I need to cum, please let me cum,” I beg, shouting with pleasure as I force myself to stay on the edge. Tilting my hips slightly is the only thing I can do to stop from having one of the best orgasms of my life.
“Prez cums first, then you can cum like the good, dirty whore that you are.”
