by V T Bonds
The tight grip of my contraction finally subsides, and I sob through the ring gag, beyond capable of sorting through my emotions.
More fingers systematically force themselves into my back passage, and I've never been so deliciously uncomfortable before. In my delirium, I push back and accept the intrusion, my whole body shaking and vulnerable.
Warm wetness strokes across my cheek. I open my eyes and find Aluino staring at me, stroking my hair. He leans down and licks my face again.
"So beautiful. So perfect. So ours," he murmurs, and the words slice into my soul, embedding the truth deep into my heart.
I am theirs. Theirs to do whatever they want with. Theirs to abuse and use. Theirs to stroke and hit. Theirs to lick and suck.
Theirs to catch and take.
Theirs to break.
He pulls my shoulders off the floor, changing the angle of Hansel’s massive fingers inside me. I squeak in response, but he lifts them higher, until all my weight is on my shaky knees. He scoots a chair I didn't realize was next to us closer, and sits in it, positioning his cock in front of my face. He grasps my hair and forces my head onto his lap.
Burning. My back hole burns as its stretched further.
I groan, needing the ruthless pain. Aluino's musk invades my nostrils, but instead of impaling me on his swollen member, he rubs his turgid cock along my cheeks, chin, temples, and nose.
A part of me recognizes the shame of humiliation. He's spreading my drool, tears, and Hansel's seed all over my face with his dick.
I scream in surprise, Hansel's hard cock slipping through my sopping folds, pulling on the clamp, renewing the terrible pain in my clit.
Aluino taps my cheek hard, my focus pulled to his ministrations. He whaps his dick against my cheek again, a wet slapping noise joining my previous squeal of shock.
Hansel's large cock head, lubricated by my slick, presses against my stretched asshole.
I can't help but try to evade, leaning forward, trying to save my unused back side.
I've never taken a cock up my ass before! His is too big! He can't be my first!
I stretch my arms back, trying to find anything to push away, but he grabs my bound wrists and pulls me back toward him.
I screech as he forces his way inside, the burning more intense than any other sensation I've endured back there.
Aluino slides past the ring gag, muffling my cry. His angle presses my tongue to the bottom of my mouth, not permitting me any relief.
He thrusts into my throat as Hansel retreats a bit. I hear an odd popping noise then a squishy sound, and I vaguely recognize it as a tube of lube being compressed. Oh, thank god. I may be wet, but I don’t want my first anal intercourse to be that brutal.
Aluino retreats to my teeth, my scream vibrating against him as Hansel pushes in further than before.
I wail in misery, ecstasy, and euphoria as they both push deep inside of me.
They’re taking me more intimately than anyone ever has before, but my poor pussy is neglected.
My core clenches in want, more wetness gathering in my folds.
Hansel hits something deep inside of me, and a very unexpected and foreign sort of orgasm tears through me, my vision blanking white, my insides erupting in agony, liquid pouring down my legs.
I've experienced nothing like it.
Basic functions cease. Thoughts are jumbled shapes, patterns I can't comprehend.
I recall swallowing as hot jets of salty cum fill my mouth. Feel the echo of Hansel pounding deep into my forbidden entrance, holding tight against me, melding my hips to his. The ghost of words whisper past my ears, of soft warnings and sure hands.
A bit of the blinding exhaustion lifts as my clit and nipples are unclamped, but I quickly sink into wet heat as mouths and fingers soothe the pain away.
I've drowned. Gentle fingers explore the inside of my mouth, mocking my memories of choking on turgid flesh. I still can't move my jaw.
Or my hands.
The realization rouses me a bit, and the disconcerting sensation of being lifted is disorienting.
I try to speak, to stretch my shoulders, but a string of soft words lulls me back into the deep.
Aluino
I’m speechless.
Hansel is silent.
We lay on the bed, Wren encased between us, praising her with our gentle stroking, even though she’s not conscious. She faces me on her side. I’m enjoying running my hands over the pink marks from the belt.
A woman has never affected me like this. The first night with her was epic. Life changing.
This one was more so. Larger-than-life. More important than breathing.
This is solidifying. It takes our intentions and tells us we are making the right plans.
She moans softly and arches into our hands. We let her slowly wake up, in awe of how receptive she was to us. Her anal orgasm was a surprise to us all.
Her eyes blink open and I stare into them, unapologetic for leaving her arms bound and her mouth gagged.
We have some important things to tell her, things that will be easier for her to accept with the gag still holding her hostage.
“Welcome back, little bird,” I greet, enjoying her dazed and languorous expression. Her focus sharpens as she realizes she isn’t free to stretch. We loosened her binds while she was out, but her shoulders bore a bit of tugging from Hansel in the heat of the moment. They are most likely sore.
Hansel props himself up on his elbow, leaning over her, joining in the conversation.
“You beautiful, naughty little bitch. That was beyond sexy. I can’t wait to do it again,” he growls in her ear. She wakes up, her pupils dilating, her breath quickening. She searches Hansel’s eyes and melts further.
“Wren look at me,” I instruct. She reluctantly breaks eye contact with Hansel, then latches them to mine.
“We planned this all out. Again, your friends were never in danger. That doesn’t take away the fear you all felt, but we have counselors lined up to help everyone work through it. Little bird, you forced us to include your friends. We tried to get to you, but you were never as vulnerable as you were with them. You are so fucking paranoid and strong, and it nearly drove us mad to wait so long,” I explain, following every muscle in her face, every change of expression.
So many thoughts in that gorgeous head.
Hansel grabs her chin and pulls her to face him.
“We worked so hard to get to you while following the rules of safety. It took fucking forever, but it was worth it,” Hansel says, his frustration at waiting clear in his voice. He licks her stretched bottom lip, and the sensuality of it has me fully hard against her leg.
I crush myself flush up to her, all three of our breaths mingling in our closeness.
“Wren,” I whisper, my tongue darting out and joining Hansel’s exploration of her gagged lips, “you’re ours.”
“Forever,” Hansel promises darkly.
**
True love has no end.
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