by Raven Dark
To her left, someone moved, feet scuffling across a floor that sounded a little rough and made her wonder what kind of room she was in. Electricity hummed from somewhere. and through the dark hood she could see the flicker of bright lights made dim by the cloth. The kind of lights that reminded her of those in Jason’s doctor’s office, made to cast every inch of her pale nakedness into sharp relief, allowing whomever was there to miss nothing.
To her left, the scissors made that snipping sound, enhanced to a threatening pitch by the near-darkness. Dana flinched, unsettled at the prospect of sharp objects she couldn’t see getting near her flesh.
“Just relax, Dana. Behave and we won’t let anything happen to you.”
Her breathing evened out a little with those words. Jason was reassuring her without stepping out of the role. He would take care of her.
“But what are you going to do to me?” The tremor in her voice wasn’t all fear.
“Let’s get these shoes off too.” The one who’d commented about her tits. Someone turned her foot to cut the straps that wound up her ankles.
“No, Gage, don’t. Leave the shoes. I want to watch her get fucked with those on.”
“Sure thing, Boss.” Gage, she assumed—the one with the gravelly voice—let go of her foot, amusement lacing his tone.
Dana fought a smile. Jason had a thing with fucking her in high heals. She never understood it, but seeing the hunger in his eyes whenever he saw her in them was enough for her. Good on her, wearing her highest pumps tonight.
“If you’re real good to us, and prove you won’t rat us out, we’ll take the hood off.” Gage spoke close to her ear. “I like to see a woman’s face when I fuck her.”
Shit. A man she didn’t know, and hadn’t even seen was going to fuck her. It would have angered her, but this was Jason’s game, and the thought of submitting herself to such a thing made her skin hum.
“You can’t let them do this, Jason. I’m your wife. You can’t just give me to three other men—”
“Three?” Jason laughed softly. “There’s more than three waiting to get inside that sweet pussy of yours, Dana.”
She froze. “Uh…more than….how….how many are there?”
“I dunno, how many are there, boys?” She could hear Jason’s mean grin.
“Twelve, Boss,” Gage said to Jason, then added for her, “That’s twelve men, including your husband, all waiting to pound every one of your holes, slut. You ready for that?”
“Twelve!” A dizzying wave washed over her and Dana put her head back on a groan. Her fists tightened in a mix of panic and excitement. “Jason, you have to be kidding.”
“Nope. And the best part?” One finger traced the line of her throat, sending a shiver through her. His breath kissed her lips, like his mouth was almost touching hers, and his voice dropped to a greedy rasp. “I get to watch you spend the night getting fucked senseless every which way they want, and there’s nothing you can do about it except lie here and take it. All of it.”
“Jesus Chri—.”
His mouth raked hers, cutting her off and she ended on a moan. Instinct called her to open her mouth and let him ravage her but she made herself try to turn away. Jason grabbed her chin and his lips crushed hers. He pried them apart with his own, tongue stabbing hotly in and out, exactly the way he liked to use his cock.
She wriggled, wishing she could squeeze her legs to ease the pressure building in her pussy with every stroke, especially when whomever had started playing with her pussy was at it again, slow, with teasing caresses. Jason could get seriously kinky when he wanted to, but this was something else.
Well, she knew now the slit in the hood for her mouth wasn’t just for breathing. It allowed him, and anyone else there, to use her mouth as they saw fit without having to remove the hood.
When Jason broke the kiss and his shadow straightened above her, she had a chance to see the shapes of a few other men. To her other side, a few more shadows moved. How the hell would she handle twelve men?
Jason’s shadow moved out of her line of sight. The fingers on her pussy slid away and she felt someone else move between her legs. Jason’s frame, she knew, recognizing the feel of a man’s hips and strong thighs she’d felt so many times. Reassurance settled on her. As long as he was there, she could handle this. Wanted to handle this.
Clothes rustled and she saw him strip off his shirt. Then his cock stroked her folds, the wide, warm head pushing at her hungry core.
Dana held her breath, but he paused, leaving her suspended in that sweet moment between anticipation and pleasure.
Jason surged into her in one hard, deep thrust. Dana arched her back, body winding tight under the onslaught of pleasure that lanced though her. A long moan left her and he slid out, then hammered back in, balls deep.
“I almost wish we could take off that hood so you could see, wife.” Jason huffed on every thrust. “There’s a whole room of men watching you take my cock.”
Muscles clenching, Dana twisted her hands in an instinctive need to touch him, to pull him deeper. The restraints bit into her wrists and ankles, emphasizing her helplessness. The role dropped like a hammer.
“Oh, fuck, Jason, fuck!”
“You want to have her mouth, Gage?” He kept up his slow, measured strokes.
“Gladly.” Gage loomed over her and she heard clothes rustle again. Looking closely, she wondered exactly how large he was. He seemed like a mountain of solid muscle, not that she could see much through the hood. And he wore what looked like a long coat of some sort.
A lab coat, like her husband wore to work.
Doctors. He was a doctor like Jason? Were they all?
There wasn’t time to contemplate this before Gage grabbed her chin and turned her head to the side. “Come here.” The shape of a cock waved in front of her face and then he pushed the head between her lips.
Maleness and desire coated her lips, the scent of him rich and almost overpowering. His aggression reminded her of her role, and she tried to jerk her face away, but he grabbed the back of her head and shoved himself inside.
“Nope, come on, take it all. Your husband told us how you like to deep throat, so prove it.”
There it was again, that unidentifiable…something in his tone. Professionalism? The thought slid away as he thrust in and out of her mouth, forcing her to take him exactly as she had her husband so often. Long, deep, hard thrusts that pushed his whole wide length in and filled her entire mouth.
Meanwhile, Jason continued his assault on her pussy, driving in and out, possessive, brutal, making sure his pelvis smacked her clit each time. Spears of raw pleasure shot through her, each one more intense. His fingers dug into her thighs. Dana whimpered and moaned at the fullness taking her at both ends.
Being filled by two men was much hotter than she’d ever pictured, but she had to wonder what the other men were doing. Were they getting themselves off? Stroking their cocks, while they watched her getting pounded by her brute of a doctor husband, or were they waiting to slake themselves inside her?
“Come on, wife, you can take him. Suck him off. Let me see you work that slutty mouth like I know you can.”
Somehow, through the dizzying need, she remembered she was supposed to be resisting. Dana tried to pull back. Gage’s huge hand tightened on her head, not giving an inch.
Jason’s thrusts quit and he froze with a deadly kind of suddenness. His grip on her thighs was almost painful.
“Come on, Dana. We know how much you love sucking dick. Now get him off like a good girl, or we’ll make sure you spend the night wishing you had.”
The threat left her free to relax and enjoy the newness of a strange man fucking her mouth for her husband’s pleasure. Dane angled her head, licking the huge, hard length offered her, working her mouth up and down.
“Oh, yeah, look at the little slut work that cock. So fucking hot, Warwick.” A low voice from somewhere to her left.
“Yeah, much better. Take it all.”
Gage pushed her head, controlling how she took him, pushing all the way to the back of her throat. Dana worked her gag reflex, breathing through her nose the way Jason had taught her and letting Gage take everything she had.
With every thrust from Jason, her tits flopped, and someone grabbed one, massaging it. He pinched the nipple until it hardened to the point of pain, then he did the same with the other. Dana arched into the touch without thinking. Another hand slid between her legs, stroking her clit while Jason continued taking his fill.
Never, ever had being bound felt this erotic. With her feet and wrists held in place, Jason was right, she could only lie there while two men fucked her, one at each end. She wanted to scream in pleasure but with a mouth full of cock, she could only moan and whimper helplessly while both men grunted and pounded, lost in their lust.
“Fuck, you look so damn hot right now.” Jason’s voice was an unrecognizable rumble. “Such a freaky slut.” His breathing became more ragged.
The sound of his pleasure threatened to toss her over the edge, and Dana huffed and bucked her hips.
“Don’t you fucking come. Only we get to come until I say.” Someone pinched her clit hard and the pain drove the orgasm down. Dana groaned in frustration. Jason growled and hammered into her fast and hard. Then hot, wet fire filled her pussy.
As if seeing him get off in her took his self control, Gage fucked her mouth harder. “Oh, fuck, yeah. Take it like that.” He hit the back of her throat and exploded, shooting cum right down into her gut.
Dizzy with need, Dana half registered both men releasing her, and someone moving to take Jason’s place. Jason’s shadow loomed over her where Gage had been.
“I want her to see what’s happening to her,” Jason rasped. “Take the hood off.”
“But if she identifies us, she’ll run to the cops, Boss.”
“She won’t. If she does, I’ll make her regret it. I’ll chain her to my bed and whip her so hard she won’t sit for a week. Won’t I, Dana?”
From anyone else, that threat would have terrified her, but from Jason, it made her blood run white hot. Images filled her mind of the dozen times he’d bound her to his four poster bed, tearing her clothes from her flesh before he reddened her ass. She squirmed, longing to feel the kiss of his whip across her bared back, her ass cheeks.
When she didn’t immediately answer, he seized her chin. “Won’t I?”
“Ow, yes. I won’t say anything, I promise.”
Opposite Jason, someone tore the hood off. Light flooded her vision, momentarily blinding her. When her eyes adjusted, she lifted her head and her mouth fell open.
Twelve men in all, they stood about the large room, some of them stroking hard cocks, others sitting and taking in the show, a few of them gathered close to watch. It turned out the room had a distinctly laboratory like feel, but without most of the equipment one might expect in a lab. Tables stood about with hospital supplies, but that was all. The staged look didn’t make the atmosphere look any less unsettling.
“What is…” She stared at the table she lay on, which looked a little like an examining table, only it was shorter at the ass end to allow men to stand between her legs for easy access. Two long extensions like stirrups cradled her feet. Straps held them in place. To either side, her hands were similarly restrained, the straps attached to metal loops that stuck out of the head end of the table.
A doctor’s office, but it had been altered to allow for practices no ethical doctor would ever learn in medical school. Jesus, Jason’s kinkiness knew no bounds, did it? Except where had he found a room like this? How?
“Who are all of you?” She looked at each of the men, taking in their obvious medical apparel, lab coats, green scrubs, though most had stripped off shirts or pants or both. She caught sight of a strange symbol on some of the scrub shirts, a red stylized R and I, overlapping. A faint familiarity tickled at the back of her mind, but before she could voice it, the man between her legs caught her attention as the head of his cock pressed at her entrance.
“Wait a second, Jason, this isn’t…I can’t just…”
The man between her legs pulled her toward him a little more, cupping her hips. His chest and arms were covered in tattoos, but the bright lights in the ceiling made it difficult to see them clearly.
“It’s okay, we’re doctors.” White teeth flashed in a grin and some of the men chuckled.
Once more the role dropped and Dana almost snickered, some of the tension leaking out of her. The joke put her at ease, and she had to force a glare. “If you’re a doctor, I’m the queen of England. You put that cock anywhere near me and I’ll cut it off.”
“Oh, like this?” His grip tightened and he thrust forward, hard and fast, sending white lights dancing across her eyes with the intensity of it.
“Ah, oh my God. Shit.” She clenched her teeth to keep from telling him yes, exactly like that.
She wasn’t given time to adjust before his pace quickened to a frantic, beat. His hips slapped the back of her thighs, balls hitting her ass.
“Just for that threat, you can take another mouth full. Open up.” Jason grabbed her chin and shoved himself into her mouth.
The instant aggression, the complete absence of any attempt to ease her into it, drove her need to a white hot intensity. Dana forgot the victim role for a moment, lapping at every inch of him, sucking hard. She’d always loved the way he fucked, fast, brutal, possessive, and he took her mouth the same way now, as if he owned it. His pelvis bumped her nose, his fingers dug into her scalp and his grunts of pleasure fueled her own mounting need. The cock thrusting deep into her pussy only added to it.
“Oh, fuck, you’re mouth always feels so good, wife. Mm. Eat it up.”
She obeyed, too needy to stop herself, letting her tongue flick everywhere, loving the way his grip tightened in her hair, the way he moaned. Meanwhile, she bucked her hips up, meeting the strong, hard thrusts of the other one taking her pussy.
First Jason, then the other sped up. Jason grunted and his juices filled her mouth. She swallowed it back and a moment later, there was a groan, the cock inside her twitched, and liquid filled her again.
Both men had barely pulled away before Gage moved into the light shining down on her. “Let’s change things up a bit.” He looked at Jason as he undid the straps on her arms and someone else undid the ones on her feet. “We have a nice little contraption we thought you’d like to try, Boss.”
Again, that odd…professionalism. Jason nodded, eyes lighting up. “Let’s see.”
As soon as she was free, Dana leaped up, taking what might be her only chance to escape. All the more interesting to see what they’d do if they caught her. She raced for what must have been the big door she’d heard earlier.
“Ah ah, no way, get back here.” Jason caught her around the waist and swung her back into the room. He pulled her into the middle of it, where a large mat lay across the middle of a white tiled floor. She’d never seen anything like that in a doctor’s office.
One of the other men, with a pale blond buzz cut like a soldier, pulled her down onto the mat and two more kept to either side of her. One of them, with a full rusty colored beard, held up the strangest looking thing Dana had ever seen. It looked like a body harness, with black straps for restraining, but one end had a thicker strap, and some of the straps ended in buckles. She had no idea how it was supposed to be put on.
“Whoa, wait a minute, what the fuck is that?” She tried to sit up, only half faking her anxiety. “You are not putting that on me.”
“Relax, we’re professionals.” Gage gave her a mocking grin.
There was a truth in that, she could sense it. But professionals at what? Before she could ask, someone pushed her arms through two spaces between the straps of the harness. Two others slid her legs into two of the lower spaces. Then hands spun her onto her stomach. They worked so quickly, Dana hardly had time to work out how they did it before she realized they’d finished.
Someho
w, these “professionals” had arranged the harness so that her legs were spread open and bent up in a kind of hog-tied position, while two other straps kept her arms pulled up and back, attaching her wrists to her ankles. Better yet, the thicker strap passed across her throat, positioned so it kept her head up, forcing it back enough to keep it stable without stretching her to the point of pain.
“Oh my god, what is this? I feel like a pretzel.” She grunted in mild discomfort. Thank god for her yoga classes, or the strain on her muscles would have been too much.
“Good. We don’t want our play thing putting up too much fight. This is going to get intense.”
The tattooed one, by his voice.
“Oh fuck, Jason, I’m going to kill you.” But her voice shook with desire.
Jason laughed, and stroked her hair. “Suck it up, woman.”
She groaned. As it was, the open, exposed position, clearly meant to give a man—in fact, multiple men—access to her mouth and ass without her being able to fight an inch, made her feel incredibly used and completely owned. The message was clear. Jason had reduced her to nothing more than holes for these men’s pleasure. A living fuck toy expected to lie here while they did whatever they wanted with their hostage regardless of her wishes.
Jesus fucking Christ, she nearly died from the wave of need.
“I lied, Jason. I’m going to tell the first cop I see what you twisted fucks did to me tonight.” She injected just the right hint of vengeance.
Jason moved between her legs and grabbed her hair, pulling on it and the sting stroked her clit. “Do it, and we’ll make this happen all over again. Come on, boys. Gather round. Everyone gets a turn.”
The crowd of men closed in, and everything became a blur. Someone lay over her and a moment later, the wide head of a cock pressed at her asshole. She and Jason had done anal lots of times, but this was a man she didn’t know. Nervousness swept over her, but he slid in before she could consider it too closely.
“Ah, fuck, that stings!” The same pain that came with every anal scene licked along her passage, but deep pleasure followed it, making her groan.
