by Raven Dark
“No need to let the rest of this luscious body go to waste,” Jess said. He roved one dark hand over her breast, pinching her nipples one at a time until she twisted and arched her back for him. Then he bent down and took a nipple into his mouth. A muffled groan rose from her.
Between her legs, Colin’s slow, torturous licks stroked the need coiling in her ever tighter. She twisted her hips and he stilled them, lapping greedily. An orgasm threatened to pull her under, and she panted though her nose, rutting her sex against his face.
Colin lifted his head and sat back. Jess straightened, letting Susanne and Colin make eye contact. She glared at him. Twice now, she’d almost come and he’d ruined it. Bastard. He grinned like he knew exactly what he’d done.
Slowly, he undid his belt and pants, pushing them to his hips. His cock jutted out, long and thick and so ready. While Jess continued to toy with her nipples, massaging her breasts, Colin kicked off his boots and pants, pulled off his socks. His impressive dick bounced with the movement. She huffed around the gag as he slid one hand up her leg to her knee.
“You want to say something to me?” Mockery lined his voice.
She shook her head.
He lifted her leg onto his shoulder, cupping the back of her thigh. Something about having his hand there, inches from her ass, felt frantically arousing, like he could do anything he wanted to her and she couldn’t stop him.
“You want me to fuck you, don’t you?”
“Yeah, she does. Look at her, boss.” Brock, on her right. He’d taken his own dick out and now ran his fist up and down the length of it.
“Answer me.” Colin’s gaze trapped hers.
Everything in her balked at admitting her own needs, but something in his eyes told her he needed this. Needed to know. She gave the smallest nod.
Smiles flashed all around. Somehow, seeing these other men witness her need filled her with heated adrenaline, even while it made her want to twist away.
“Good girl. Come here.” He angled her hips on a slant and for an instant, his cock teased her entrance. Then he thrust inside, a single, deep, sharp thrust.
Raw pleasure spiked through her, so intense her toes curled. Susanne tossed her head with a whimper. He barely gave her time to acclimate to him before he began to pump in and out, each thrust bringing his powerful thighs and hips to slap her ass, the backs of her thighs.
Susanne turned her head in some vein attempt to hide the pleasure that contorted her face. With her hands bound, there was no use.
“No hiding. Come here, give me that sweet mouth.” Brock grabbed her chin and pulled out the gag he’d shoved in. Then his mouth claimed hers.
There was nothing gentle in that kiss. Only dominance and fierce need. The whiskers on his chin scraped her skin, lending the roughness of his mouth another layer of force and she moaned, forgetting the role. His tongue swirled hers, and she licked him back, meeting his kiss thrust for thrust.
By the time he lifted his head, hers was spinning, blood rushing hot in her veins. Between her legs, Colin continued his delicious assault, pummeling her pussy until she panted and bucked her hips.
She wanted to tell him to fuck her harder, tell him how good he felt, but Susanne had never been good with vocalizing her needs, and the role of victim allowed her the perfect escape from that. It either had to feel like she was forced to say it, or what was happening had to be so intense, she no longer cared enough to be ashamed.
As if he knew this, Colin slowed and locked his gaze on hers again. “You like this, don’t you? Getting brutalized while my whole team watches.” His flesh slapped hers with a delicious rhythm.
She let out a shaky moan, all she could manage.
“If you won’t use that lovely mouth to speak, you can use it for something else.” Brock stopped stroking himself and jerked her chin to the side, running his cockhead over her lips. He wasn’t as big as Colin, but he was curved and long, and the head was purple with arousal. The threat, and the knowledge she’d have to take that in her mouth made her needier, and she writhed against Colin’s shaft inside her.
Before she could say anything, Brock pushed most of his length into mouth. She gagged to take him deeper and he pulled out a little, letting her breathe, then shoved back in.
“God, have you ever seen anything so hot, Colin?” Brock growled.
“Not in my whole life.”
Meaning to amp up the role, Susanne jerked her head in protest. Brock grabbed the back of her hair to hold her in place while Colin leaned over her. His mouth was at her ear.
“Cooperate, or you’ll find yourself taken in on some charge or another. My men want you, and you’ll take care of them, you got that?”
Everything in her burned, white hot with need. She gave her best helpless whimper.
Brock hissed between his teeth. “Lick it. Make it good.”
Oh, God. Colin’s threat meant she could give into Brock’s demands without shame. She slowed down, lapping at his cockhead, letting his pre-cum coat her tongue. His cock went even harder in her mouth.
“We need to make use of those hands.” Grant spoke near her for the first time in a while. She remembered, he was the one with the shaved head.
Susanne heard a zipper, then a belt jingle as if someone had dropped his drawers. Someone turned her onto her side, unlocked her cuffs, and pushed her onto her back again. Before she could use her hands to resist, whomever it was—Grant?—took her hand and wrapped it around a hard cock.
A groan shook out of her, making Brock twitch in her mouth. She loved the feel of a warm dick in her hand, the skin smooth, like silk over steel. Grant moaned and she used the juices that leaked out the tip to lubricate him, working him faster. He panted, pushing into her hand.
How many women got to please three men at once? Every indication of their mounting pleasure stoked her rising need. Susanne sucked the cock in her mouth harder, worked whomever was in her grip faster, and rocked her hips, enjoying every long, hard thrust Colin gave her.
Male arousal coated her tongue and the faint scent of sweat surrounded her, not a wholly unpleasant smell when she knew she was working them up.
When she gave an especially hard suck, Brock grunted and thrust faster. Hot seed filled her mouth and Suzanne sucked it back. An instant later, Grant’s cock swelled a little more and he thrust faster against her grip. A grunt, and hot liquid spurted over her thigh and stomach. When Brock pulled out of her mouth, she lifted her head and caught Colin’s eye.
“Now let’s try that again.” His hips stilled. “You like this? Getting fucked for all to see?”
The demand in his voice, the implication her mouth would be used again in punishment, made it easy for her to answer this time. She nodded.
“Say it, bitch. I want to hear what a slut you are.”
Jesus, he was so hot. Degradation, this kind of sexualized humiliation was her favorite thing, especially with the dirty talk. He was right. For tonight, she was a slut.
“I like it. I like being fucked while your men watch.”
“Good girl.” He hammered her savagely, his breathing harsh, wildly erotic in her ears. Around her, at least two of the men jacked their cocks, one on each side of her. Having so many men getting off like this all around her sent a shocking spear of need straight to her core. She clenched around Colin’s cock and he gritted his teeth. One brutal thrust and he filled her with a jet of hot desire.
Barely had he pulled out and released her before Jess grabbed her arm and pulled her up so she sat on her knees. “Come here. Time for us to have a turn.”
A perfect opportunity to fight. Susanne wacked at Chris, grabbing for that long blond hair of his, but Chris grabbed one of her arms and Grant the other, holding her still while Brock climbed on the bed.
“What are you…oh!”
The men released her and he pulled her onto him until she straddled his waist, then he, worked his cock, already hard again, through the juices that soaked her pussy. While the other two took
her arms again, keeping her from fighting, Brock grabbed her hips and thrust up, impaling her until he was balls deep.
She groaned, but they weren’t done yet. Jess got on the bed behind her and gently pushed her forward so that she almost lay across Brock’s chest. Jess’s dark arm slid around her from behind and then his cockhead pushed at her back door.
Susanne stiffened. “Wait a minute. I’ve never…I haven’t…how are two supposed to fit inside me?” Colin and she had never tried anal, and she’d agreed to do it during their next role play session. Still, with two at once…
“Shh. Relax. Cooperate and we won’t hurt you.” Jess’s lips brushed her ear.
Susanne almost smiled. He’d found a way to sooth her while staying in role. She relaxed and drew deep breathes, letting the muscles go. Brock had stopped moving, leaving himself buried in her pussy while Jess slowly pushed past the tightness of her rosebud and slid inside her ass.
Pain electrified the tight circle that fisted his cock and she gritted her teeth, but as he slid in and out, slow and easy, the pain quickly mingled with pleasure.
“Oh, god…”
He smiled against her ear. “Just stay relaxed. Let us take what we want.”
“Oh my God.”
Again, the men holding her arms to either side released her. Now that he was fully seated inside her, Jess let her lean back against him, The warmth of him seeped into her, soothing what remained of the pain while he licked and sucked on her ear. Beneath her, Brock continued sliding in and out, driving his hips up. Making the pain of Jess’s thrusts sensationally erotic.
“This is just insane.” She looked at Colin, who watched from the end of the bed. Impassive, arms crossed. Making sure she cooperated.
This time Grant climbed on the bed beside her. He stood on the mattress, and while Jess pinned her arms behind her back, Grant gripped her hair and pulled her head back.
“Ready for more, slut?” Jess rasped in her ear.
The words snapped her back into the role. She twisted but Grant’s grip tightened on her head.
“Tell me this is a joke. You can’t do this, Captain!”
“I can do whatever I want, whore.”
Already, the feeling of fullness stretched her unused anal passage, and now Grant shoved into her mouth, his hand controlling her head.
“Don’t make a fuss and it won’t get bad for you,” Grant rumbled.
An odd mix of fullness, pleasure and the slightest hint of pain raced along her insides, but somehow the pain acted like a stimulant to her clit, heightening everything else. Susanne groaned and dropped her head back, wriggling her hips. The shocks of pleasure increased and she whimpered.
“See? That’s not so bad, is it?” Colin, but he’d moved to her other side, opposite Grant.
No, bad wouldn’t be a word she would use, not with ripples of pleasure radiating through her from both angles. Every which way she moved her hips, a new wave of rapture shot through her. Susanne’s toes curled and when her pussy clenched, Brock let out a guttural moan and sped up his pace.
“Ohh, she likes that. She’s ready for more, boss.”
She wasn’t sure who that was, but it was true. Apparently Colin agreed, because he got on the bed, standing by her head, and when Grant pulled out of her mouth, Colin gripped her chin and the head of his cock brushed her lips an instant before he shoved it into her mouth.
His masculine taste coated her tongue, along with a different musky taste that must have been her own juices. Tasting herself on him turned her nipples harder and she would have given anything to have her hands free just so she could massage her heavy breasts, tweak her own nipples. But no, Jess kept them pinned tightly behind her back. Grant and Colin took turns using her mouth, turning her head this way and that to fill her up.
Time seemed to stop, and those four hard cocks became her entire world. In and out of her mouth Colin slid, holding her jaw in place so she had to take him, then he’d release her and let Grant do the same. Under her, Brock thrust up, flesh smacking flesh in a primal rhythm, and Jess pounded her from behind.
Four men at once, and how many had she made come already? There was six in the room, and Brock and Colin were both taking a second turn. She had a long way to go before this platoon would leave her. A long night of being used from all ends, a slut for these men’s insatiable needs. The notion made her muscles coil with delicious anticipation.
“How many more do you suppose she can take, Grant?” Chris’s voice, to her left. She heard the sloshing sound of someone jacking himself.
“I dunno, but some of us haven’t had a turn.” His voice brimmed with anticipation that made Susanne clench, needing more.
The intensity of being taken from every conceivable angle mounted her need to a feverish pitch and she whimpered, writhing, fucking every cock in a frenzy. Wave after wave of pleasure assailed her from every direction until it became a maelstrom and she couldn’t tell which way was up or down, or who was fucking her where.
It occurred to her the other two men must have been watching this from somewhere, with nowhere to put their cocks. She wouldn’t blame them if they stood somewhere jacking themselves off, loving what they saw. A woman, naked, every hole stuffed, with one man hammer-fucking her pussy from underneath, another pounding her from behind. Two more using her mouth. She must have looked like the world’s sexiest porn star. The thought made her feel incredibly powerful.
At some point, she was dimly aware that Jess’s pace sped up, and then so did Brock’s. Grunts and curses filled her ears, and Jess pulled out before hot liquid jetted across her back and ass.
“Fuck, you look so hot right now.” Colin pumped in and out of her mouth, trapping her head in place. A moment later, he hissed between his teeth and his release shot down her throat. Then Grant did the same thing, and she swallowed his juices.
Something about feeling three men come, one from her ass and two in her mouth so close together pushed her over the edge. As soon as Grant pulled out, she screamed and rode hard, rocking her hips to meet Brock’s thrusts.
This was the kind of intensity she longed for, something so powerful she could let go of her shame and just release her pleasure without fear. Beyond the point of reason, the role of victim dropped and Susanne thrashed.
“Oh my god, fuck! Fuck, yes!” Her own throaty voice, filled with primitive need, shocked her and sent another orgasm rolling over the first. Rapture pulled her down like an undertow and white lights flashed before her eyes.
Almost at the same time, Brock sped up until he’d become an animal. “Lift up…”
She obeyed without considering her actions. Brock pulled out and gripped his cock, pumping hard.
Seed, everywhere. His juices hit her stomach, some of it spraying her breasts and chin. It hit her, the implications of what they’d done. How many men up to this point had taken her raw and unprotected? The thought somehow only made her pussy clench anew.
As soon as she rolled off Brock, legs like jelly, he rolled her onto her stomach. “You aren’t finished yet, sexy.” She whimpered and he chuckled. Half of her didn’t know how she could take anymore, while the other half mourned the end of this night.
Someone climbed onto the bed and pushed her to her knees, shoving her cheek into the mattress. Chris’s long hair brushed her bare back and his voice rasped in her ear.
“Give me your hands, slut.” The roughness in his voice reawakened her need to a frantic intensity. She fought a smirk. “Hell no. I--“
He grabbed her arms and yanked them behind her. Cuffs clapped onto her wrists.
Chris slid all the way into her pussy with a threatening sort of slowness. She groaned loud, and someone shoved a cock in her mouth. Both of them took her hard and wild, without any time to acclimate.
As soon as whoever was in her mouth came, Chris fisted her hair, pulling her up and changing the angle he took her. Cum dripped down her chin without her hands to wipe it off. Her tits bounced under the force of Chris’s thr
usts and she panted, trying not to scream.
His other hand covered her forehead, stabilizing her, but also keeping her in exactly the position he wanted. He cursed and thrust forward three times, and then her pussy dripped fresh seed.
Things soon became a blur. Men took her from all angles. At one point, she had a hazy memory of being on the floor, straddling someone, then being shoved against a wall while someone else rode her ass.
Yet another orgasm gripped her, and Susanne cried out, riding the latest wave like a fiend.
So much for shame. No, at this moment, there was only endless pleasure to be had.
“See?” Colin’s voice was a taunting purr in her ear. “You like this. Don’t you?”
“Yes! Fuck, yes!” Screw the victim role. The whole motel probably heard her, but she didn’t care.
When the two men currently thrusting inside her gripped her hips as one and thrust into her a final time, she closed her eyes and floated in the sea of bliss. Panting, deliciously sore, she let Colin lift her up by her arms. Still cuffed, her legs were shaky and she chuckled at the weakness there.
“I can’t even stand. See what you beasts did to me?”
He made an approving sound as he unlocked her cuffs. Then his hands ran up and down her arms, massaging the aching muscles. “Come here, baby.” He scooped her up in his arms as if she were made of glass. Glass he adored.
Suddenly he didn’t sound at all like the corrupt SWAT Team leader who had invaded her motel room with his men and then raided her body. He sounded like the man she loved. Susanne smiled into his chest, snuggling close until he laid her across the bed and tucked the blankets around her.
“That was awesome.” Chris pulled on his clothes. All around the room, the men did the same. Colin pulled on his shirt.
“It was. Thanks, guys.” Susanne’s face burned. How she could be embarrassed after all they’d done, she hadn’t a clue, but there it was.
“Anytime, beautiful,” Brock said, picking up the battering ram as he left.
Colin slid onto the bed next to her and pulled her close from behind. His voice was soft in her ear.
