by Emma Cole
Is this how I'll be if we don't get out of here? A pet that follows commands? I shudder at the thought, this time keeping my composure. I just need to comply and finish watching this insanity.
Chapter Eleven
Train Wreck
A clapping sounds out, and I realize it’s Robert, and that I've gotten distracted from the business dealings again. It’s only been about forty-five minutes, I estimate, that we’ve been here even though it feels like hours. I’m ready to leave and corner Apollo for some answers, but my wishes are thwarted when Mr. Vitti stands to address the room.
“A fine display from two of my ladies. Now, we have the pleasure of my son’s presentation to enjoy. Son, would you like to say a few words before you get started?” His tone of voice is jovial, but the look on his face is almost evil. I shiver, afraid of ever attracting his attention directly or ending up with him alone. Marcus gets me up to stand back by the guys as Apollo stands to speak.
“Change of plans, Four,” Marcus whispers, “to stop the chance of you being pulled in by any of the others, you’re going to be the main attraction. Just keep your eyes on us, and you'll get through it fine.” He looks at me with sympathy. What could have happened that I was going up there alone? As we make our way over, another servant is finishing up using a disinfectant on the platform. I’m glad it's clean, that last chick made a hell of a mess. I stumble when I hear Apollo start speaking.
“As our trainees have just begun, we’re going for an old-fashioned train ride instead of anything too exotic. This is about to be a seven way party. Feel free to blow your own load as you watch.” With a smarmy smile, he meanders over to the group. Marcus begins quietly giving directions. I tell myself to breathe. It's almost over. Wait, did he say SEVEN? Who the fuck are the other three?
He unties my hands and helps me up then onto my back to lie on the raised dais. My gold dusted shoulders and arms hurt from being bound so long, and everything that touches me is picking up the sheen. Motioning me to lift my rear end, a wedged cushion slips under my hips. Marcus leaves me be for a moment while he sets out tubes of lubrication and has the guys bend over. He empties them one by one, through the holes in their plugs after the core is removed and spreads it around by grabbing the base and twisting it— causing groans to sound in succession. Apollo joins us, kneeling before me to loosen the ribbon holding the dildo. He carefully slides one of the tubes in me next to it and spins the toy as he presses the plunger to work the slick around. It instantly feels better, although I don’t think I was dry after watching the show, very much the opposite had been happening. Maybe it’s for sound effects and not to make things slide easier.
I notice the screen come to life as the scene gets started. I guess we're jumping right in then. Apollo lowers his head and starts licking everything between my legs, sucking my lips and clit into his mouth and nibbling around. The clamp is still on, and it’s not a very intense sensation when he sucks on it, from lack of blood flow. How long can clamps stay on without damage? I realize I have an excellent view of what is now a split screen. One half of the picture is of between my legs and the other of my head and upper body, and I still can't figure out where the cameras are. I look up as a penis enters the monitor screen in my line of sight. Tipping my head back, I find it’s attached to the doctor. The very nude doctor. I’m going to get fucked by him, too? He looks at me with the desire from earlier that now makes so much sense. He fucking knew what was about to happen. He rubs the head of his dick over my lips, and I tip my head back further, determined to put on a good enough show that Apollo's father will leave us alone. Screw them all if they think this will break me. I grab an ass cheek in each hand, open my mouth wide and take him in to the hilt, swallowing as he hits my throat. He grunts in surprise, and I hold him there, sucking hard. My fingers find his asscrack is slick; taking advantage of the fact, I slide a forefinger deep, making him buck in my mouth. A moan escapes my throat around him as Apollo starts fucking me with the dildo and eating me out.
Dr. Martins abruptly pulls out of my mouth, causing my finger to slip from him. Marcus is directing him, and I raise my head, watching myself in the monitor with a close up of me getting plundered and licked. My pussy looks pretty good from this angle with the contrast of the gold. If I weren't the one starring in it, I could watch this porn. The doctor climbs over me on all fours before resting back to give me an excellent view of his taint. Marcus tells me to stick out my tongue and keep it out while the whole kit and caboodle settles over my face. Bypassing his dick, the doctor lowers his ass to my mouth. I clamp my lips shut until I feel a sharp yank to my hair that makes me yelp and give in.
I tentatively probe his ass until the tip of my tongue slides a little into the tight ring, and I taste vanilla. I get it now, the lube is flavored, so I can eat his ass out. Not being as bad as I thought it would be, I grab his cheeks in my hands, spreading them, and tilt my chin back. I can see another monitor behind me with the guys under it now that I don't have balls blocking my view. They're completely nude and seem to be enjoying this if their hard dicks are any indication.
I flutter my tongue all over Dr. Martins' asshole before I start sucking and nibbling at the edges. I use my thumbs and slide them both in just enough to spear my tongue and mimic fucking him with it. Pressing in and burying it as deep as I can, I grab the ring of muscle with my teeth, biting down gently to hold in place. Wrapping my lips around it all, I suck. Hard. I alternate penetrating with my tongue and sucking with him impaled on it, and I feel his ass start to spasm against my lips. Watching his expression in the monitor, his face screws up like he’s going to come. Before he does, he quickly climbs off me for Emmett to take his place.
Emmett climbs straight over my head, assuming the same position the doctor had, and I notice the plug is still in him. I suck on his balls as I work the plug out, hoping I don't accidentally pull the center out instead, garnering a moan from him. While I do this, the doctor takes Apollo's position between my legs, pushes my knees back high, lines the head of his cock up, and plunges in, in one swift movement. I moan at the size of him. He’s long and thick and fills me up. I'm worked open from all the previous action, so there is no resistance to his entry.
He starts a fast pace, pounding in and out while I turn my attention back to Emmett, and as he’s been loosened from the plug, I spread him wide and spear deep with my tongue. He too tastes of vanilla. I clamp his ring with my teeth and start sucking. Fucking him with my tongue is easier with him stretched than it was with the doctor, and I can do a better job of it. He’s soon panting and flexing in my mouth when Dr. Martins shoves deep and starts pulsing with his own orgasm.
Emmett climbs off at some unseen signal, and as the doctor pulls out, the camera picks up the cum running out of me and down my crack. I’m annoyed and horny as hell now, after not getting off from the doctor. In this case, at least there's several more to go. Hopefully, one of them can manage to do the job. I give the doctor a side-eyed glare in case he's unaware how underwhelming his performance was.
Emmett takes his turn between my legs as I keep watch on the monitor. Marcus moves up behind him while Emmett enters me slower than the doctor had, a grimace wrinkling up his angelic features. In the monitor I see myself stretched wide around him with the plug end poking out and the clamp shining under the spotlight. Marcus wields a large black silicone dildo, probing Emmett's ass. He plants it deep as Emmett begins moving in me. Marcus is just holding steady pressure, so as Emmett fucks me, on every backstroke, he impales himself to the hilt.
I watch in the monitor between his legs as Rex settles over me, tilting my head back to fuck my mouth. Emmett tenses preceding his orgasm, and Marcus pulls him out of me, signaling Rex to take Emmett into his mouth to choke him down balls deep while Marcus impales his ass until he comes with a yell into Rex’s mouth. Rex blanches at the cum in his mouth but swallows at Marcus' glare, gagging a little as he does.
Emmett is sweaty and done, having gone limp, but I see Ma
rcus bind the dildo up in him tightly through a ring on the back anyway. Rebinding his wrists behind his back, he’s placed over a standing wedge type thing with his ass in the air for all to see his hole stretched around the silicone intrusion.
I pop Rex’s plug loose while Apollo gets into position between my thighs. None of these men are small, and I still haven't gotten off. I'm getting pissed at their selfishness and the spectacle being made of me. He starts a rhythm that might make me come soon, and I notice that even his dick is the same dusky color as his skin. And he's bare as well, all the baby birds in here are wigging me out.
I pull Rex’s hole to my mouth, hoping the sooner this is done the sooner I can shower and go to bed. I go to town on his ass, and soon I have him groaning and climbing off; apparently no one is supposed to come in my mouth. I see Marcus in the monitor guiding him behind Apollo, who has his pants around his ankles and his shirt unbuttoned. I'm surprised to see a tube go in Apollo as Rex holds his cheeks out for Marcus. Marcus puts a condom on Rex, and Apollo leans over me more. I can't figure out the method for wearing protection or not, and it's really starting to concern me. Ignoring it for the moment as there's nothing I can do, I assist Rex by reaching out to hold Apollo open for him. Fair's fair, after earlier.
Rex pushes two fingers deep, working in and out before placing the head of his dick on Apollo’s hole, then pressing in. Apollo grunts and wiggles back, but otherwise doesn't react to being fucked. I'd guess it's a usual occurrence for him. Rex pushes him down further over me, grabs his hips and works back and forth in short bursts until he’s sinking his entire length in. Marcus leaves them and drops his pants, revealing his lack of underwear. His dick is hard and an average length, but it’s wide. I mean, very wide. He points it down and presses it to my lips. I dart my tongue out and lick the tip, not certain I can get my mouth around it without getting him with my teeth. He gets impatient and tilts my head back, pressing my lower jaw down with his thumb. I’ll just let him handle it, then. If he gets scraped, it’s on him.
I open wide, and the tip gets partially in when he stops and taps my chin again. I open as far as I can, feeling too strained at the hinge in my mouth. He carefully guides himself in until he hits the back of my throat. That ain't fitting, buddy boy. He holds there, rocking forward, but I can’t get my esophagus to relax, and he’s blocking all my air. I tap the side of his leg, and thankfully, he pulls back long enough for me to take a breath. With Apollo still riding me and Rex behind him, I get distracted and inadvertently relax enough that when Marcus goes back in and gets to my throat, he keeps going until he’s seated fully. I startle at the burn of it, and my throat convulses around him causing him to flex his hips forward. I tap him again to remind him I can’t breathe like this. He starts moving in and out to the same rhythm Apollo is. I can only hope he doesn't last long.
I briefly close my eyes, then open them again when Marcus puts one knee next to my head to lean further over my face for a better angle. Glancing between his legs, I meet Braeden’s eyes. He’s in the process of kneeling behind Marcus, and I'm thinking he's up to something besides what he's been instructed.
Without preamble, he leans in and takes both testicles into mouth. Now that’s talent. Marcus growls in his throat, still working in and out but losing his stride with the tug on his balls. I wink at my bestie, realizing Marcus can't choke me on his dick unless he wants to hurt himself. Brade has one of the tubes of lubricant in his hand, and I'm really wondering what he has planned.
I start sucking, and instantly draw Marcus’ attention from the man behind him. Braeden licks a line up to his ass, taking his time around the rim and probing him with his thick tongue. Using one hand to hold him open, he licks and sucks, causing Marcus to pause his movement for a moment. When he picks his pace back up, I watch as Brade moves the tube up into position. I attempt to go porn star on him, moaning in my throat and hoping the vibrations will distract him. An instant later, the tube breaches him. He starts to pull back with surprise, but it’s already been emptied and removed, and Braeden is slipping his fingers into him now, pumping in and out rapidly. The suddenness has Marcus groaning in what sounds like pleasure, and he surges back into my throat.
From between my legs, Apollo lifts my feet up for Marcus to hold then pull back far enough that my knees rest near my ears. The new angle is doing it for me, and when Apollo starts flicking the clamp on my clit, I come undone, my pussy locking down on Apollo’s dick. He stays buried to the hilt while Rex takes over and rides them both to completion. Marcus withdraws and signals Braeden to release him as well.
In the monitor overhead is a close up of Rex slipping from Apollo, trailing his spunk with him. Almost done. I’m beyond exhausted and really want to sleep now. My legs are released to relax down, and Apollo is rebinding Rex and placing him over another wedge next to Emmett. As Marcus gets in place to take his turn between my legs and Braeden steps up to my head, I watch the monitor as Rex gets a new plug installed and bound into him. They’re all still taking this without obvious complaint, and it's making me batty. Is insta-brainwash a thing?
Marcus hitches my feet over his shoulders as Apollo comes up next to us. He gestures for Braeden to get on with it. I glance at him, and he winks at me. Fuck, I love my bestie for his support no matter the situation. My total ride or die bitch.
Opening my mouth, I tilt my chin, and he slides all the way home. I should have asked him for tips on fellatio years ago. He'd covered himself with some of that vanilla stuff when I wasn’t paying attention. It leaves a greasy coating in my mouth, but makes it easier to take him. I bet that’s what the wink was for. Apollo reaches over to add more of the shit to the outside of my swollen pussy. As Marcus starts pushing the head of his cock in, I’m grateful for the extra. Jizz isn't comparable to heavy duty lube. The man is seriously wide.
As used as my snatch has already been tonight, it’s still not sloppy enough to take him without effort. He gets past the tip, and the ring of my opening is burning and stretched to its limit, and pushing steadily results in a sensation much like what I imagine taking a soda can in the crotch would feel like. I’m moaning around Braeden and not in a good way. As I glance at the monitor, I can see he’s only halfway in, but I don’t know how much more I can handle in one go. Anticipating my urge to balk, Apollo reaches for one of the nipple clamps, releasing it. My scream is muffled with the dick in my throat, and Apollo brings Braeden's hand up to start rubbing the abused tip. Seconds later, the other is released, and I scream again. Brades doesn't need prompting to reach his hand out to soothe it.
During all this, Marcus shoves his way home. My nipples and my pussy are on pure fire, and Braeden keeps plunging in and out of my throat. Marcus starts with punishing thrusts that gradually begin to move toward pleasurable instead of the burn from before. Above me, Braeden grunts, and I see Apollo is behind him removing his plug. He pulls out of my mouth and climbs over me so I can eat his ass. These people need a new pastime, and I need some industrial fucking Listerine. Apollo, now that he’s no longer busy with the others, holds Braeden's ass open and guides him down to my mouth. I do my best with my tired tongue and lips, nearly bringing him to completion in a few short moments.
Apollo removes him as his legs begin to tremble and Marcus barks out a curse with his own orgasm. I’m flooded with more fluid. None have worn condoms, which I'll be addressing the instant it's feasible, or cleaned me up, and I have alternated between being fucked dry and being a sopping mess. Tilted as I am on the wedge, it has to run over or been pushed out each time a dick’s entered me. I know when I stand up, it’s going to be gross.
Braeden is led around, and my legs are pulled up and out on either side by Marcus and Apollo. My bestie traces his fingers over my sore mound briefly before meeting my tired gaze. I keep eye contact as he enters me. Even after Marcus, I've maintained some elasticity. Gonna have to do some exercises or get loose in this crowd. Braeden is close to Marcus’ girth, but not quite there. He’s several inches
longer though and soon hits my cervix. I involuntarily flinch away a little. It’s been well abused already and is extra sensitive by this point.
He tries to back up, but Marcus shakes his head at him. Clearing the expression from his face and pushing until his balls are against my ass, he makes me squirm and grimace at the sharp prick of pain. Even at his lazy rolling pace, boy has moves that get my attention even through the discomfort. With a hip tilt and rotation, he’s hitting all my spots with every stroke. I help as much as I can from my position, which isn't much, but I feel myself building to a climax. Soon, I’m straining towards it. Never thought my best friend could rock my world so well.
Apollo reaches down, I think, to flick the clamp on my clit. Instead, he releases it, allowing the blood to rush back into it, causing a pleasure/pain so intense I let out a guttural cry and instantly come around Braeden, dragging at his dick as he tries to keep moving. He can't keep it up and comes with a quiet moan. We rest that way for a moment before Marcus removes Braeden and binds him, taking him over to another wedge prop. He drapes his tall frame over it and mounts another large plug in him, tying it up like the others.
Apollo removes the pillow, and when I sit up, as I suspect, the fluids that were released into me slip out. Apollo hands me several wet wipes, and I clean up as well as I can, but I think I just succeed more in pushing it around than anything else but oh well.
The lights on the platform dim, forcing me to face what I've blocked out the entire time.
People watching— hungry people watching. I want to hide from those expressions. They want one or more of us, to use us like this constantly. I cringe, imagining that sort of life.
