She felt the leather collar around her as he walked her across the cold marble floor on the leash. Her heart was beating hard, her mouth dry with nervousness and anticipation. She was tingling between her legs.
Sir had been rough with her. He had used her body, restrained her, and her protests had only made him harder and his cock stiffer. She'd protested and then submitted. Now, Sir was going to turn her over to these men to use and defile her.
Sir had told her what was in store tonight. When his soft voice and hard, bright eyes delivered just what he needed of her, she craved it immediately. He'd felt her physical arousal as she stood naked before him and made her explicitly beg for the opportunity to be the gift tonight.
Kitty's consciousness pulled her to the present, becoming aware of others in the room. Sir commanded her to kneel and passed the leash to another man. She saw his thick arms and rough hands holding the leash. He tugged it, issuing a silent command indicating the transfer.
She could almost see herself as she tried biting him. Her jaw clamped shut with an audible sound and an impact that reverberated in her skull. She remembered Sir had said they liked it if she resisted.
"He did say she was feisty. This is going to be so much fun."
Kitty raised her head towards the sound of the voice. At the top of the curved steps sat a commanding, physical specimen of a man.
"Release her."
She did not even pause to feel relief. Her body spun. She stood quickly and tried to take off running. Her legs wobbled. She tried yelling at them with her mind, willing her body to comply. Staggering, she finally managed to make a couple of good strides. Suddenly, she hit the floor.
When she tried to push herself up, she found she could not. She had not just fallen. A large hand was on the back of her neck, and the man's body weight was pressing down on her. She struggled to pull air into her lungs. As she sucked for air, panic overtaking every part of her, her lungs struggled to expand with the weight on her back holding her down.
She clawed at the floor with her fingertips and nails. She pushed with her knees and toes. She was frantic. Nothing she tried moved her more than a few inches. His hand tightened around her neck, and her vision darkened. He didn't let up as she drew close to losing consciousness. Her muscles weakened.
She pushed her body harder. Shifting her hips in an attempt to dump the man's weight off her back. He latched on tight. Another surge ripped through her body. His teeth clamped into her neck. The pain was sharp and fed her vicious exponential pain and pleasure loop—the icy fear interweaving the physical sensations, producing a multiplying effect.
Then, the feeling she had expected. He rammed his cock inside her. She anticipated she wasn't ready. It was big, bigger than she had ever had. Her body was in a state of conflict. She was aroused, even with his size and girth splitting her and filling her as she had never experienced. He penetrated her easily with speed and force. The man did not slide in slowly.
He slammed his entire length inside her. Her muscles were rigid. Fear made her resist. Pleasing Sir made her fight, and yet her pussy was eager. She moaned with pleasure.
She heard the screams from her own throat and felt the weight of his large muscular body, not as if it were happening to her, but empathically, something she was experiencing through someone else. Her skin was hot with the pain of his large, thick rod forcing itself in and out of her.
Even while she screamed, she was aware that something deep inside her stirred. There was a satisfaction in pleasing Sir. More than that, there was an underlying desire, one she could never have admitted to herself. She wanted to be used and defiled. She had discovered this dark craving when Sir had first taken her and made her his.
Her vision still darkened, and the pain blanked her mind. She could not see the ring of men drawing closer. She was vaguely aware of the weight lifting from her. Pulling her hair, he brought her to all fours.
His dick was moving in her faster now. She knew her pussy was betraying her. Her arousal coated his cock. She had not stopped screaming. She was begging him to stop. He chuckled.
"Your pussy says otherwise slut. Haven't you learned you're just a piece of ass to be used?"
"I know I am." Her voice was unsteady and rough with tears and mucous.
"Tell us you crave being a piece of meat to be stuffed full of cock after cock until we're done with you."
"I'm a piece of meat to be stuffed full of cock after cock ... it's what I was made for."
Tears poured from her green eyes. Her voice was ragged from her nonstop screams. Each time she renewed her struggles, she felt him throb inside her. Her screams broke off. A man standing in front of her slammed his cock in her mouth. He held her head in both his strong hands. Thrusting with his hips as he pulled with his hands.
She continued screaming. The man's cock lodged in her throat, muffled her screams and then replaced by the sound of him hitting the back of her soft wet throat. Other hands were pawing at her body. The room's space grew smaller as the ring of men tightened around her.
The cock thrusting into her pussy had more impact now. Her juices flowing lubricated the channel so no friction slowed him down. His hips slamming into her ass at full force. Her body felt the ripple of each one. Each time he impaled her on his thick, long dick, she felt the cock fucking her face get deeper into her throat.
The man at her head started taking faster, shallower pumps. His body was rigid with nearing release.
"What a good dirty fucking whore you've found for us this time!"
He groaned before pulling out and shooting ropes of thick hot cum over her face. He gripped himself and furiously stroked until empty. Before stepping away, he wiped his hand on her red hair.
Another took his place. If Kitty had thought the first man used her face hard, this man made him seem gentle. He held her down his entire length, pushing deep into her throat and sputtering up mucous and saliva. Her eyes poured tears. With her air cut off, her face turned purple. He slapped her face.
"She's getting wetter the harder we use her."
"She's taking my cock so good now. I can feel how her pussy is begging for us to use her harder. Never mind her screams. Her body tells the truth. She's a dirty cock hungry whore that can't get enough."
He fucked her with a steady pace. It was not quick. He reared back each time to deliver maximum force. The sounds were sloppy and wet, intertwined with skin slapping, screaming, grunting, and a continuous stream of degrading insults.
While the two cocks made use of her mouth and pussy another man stepped forward, suddenly grunting and spurting more cum onto her face. There was laughter from the ring.
"Couldn't wait long enough to get inside her, could you?"
The man choking her on his cock began pumping faster. Instead of remaining lodged in her throat, his dick slammed into the soft wet tissue. She sputtered and gurgled. His thrusts continued to increase in speed.
He was grunting now. His muscles were tightening. They were rigid, signaling how close he was to exploding.
"That's it, you dirty cum hungry whore. I'm going to make you prettier! You do look so much better when cum is glazing your face."
He pulled out. His cock jetted hot thick semen all over Kitty's face. Her face looked like an absolute mess of tears, saliva, mucous, and cum. With each jet, she saw a ripple of pressure riding through his cock. It was a tremendous load, adding to the significant amount of cum already glazing her pretty face.
When his balls finally drained, another man came to take his place. Her green eyes were red with tears from choking and gagging. The ejaculate dripping into them burning. At the sight of her cum drunk expression, two more men stepped up and sprayed her. Her mouth was just then refilled with the second cock.
At her back, their leader was getting close. Perspiration dripped down his forehead and muscled chest. His grunts were primal. Each thrust was wild and fast.
"Slut, you were made to be a cum receptacle. To be used and filled with cum. Your pussy feels so good."
He spasmed, all his muscles seizing as his big cock flooded her pussy with cum. She was drunk on cum now. Lost in sex-fueled euphoria, Kitty could feel the explosion within her. Pulsing and drenching her fuck hole, she began to convulse in orgasm. With two dicks pushing inside and an orgasm rippling through her body, Kitty's eyes glowed with lust.
When the leader pulled out, she felt a sad emptiness. Noticing her eagerness, the men repositioned her. She rode a new cock; her face was still being used hard, and now she was open and exposed.
"What an amazing slut. Just minutes ago, she was screaming and fighting to escape. Now, look at her craving cock in all her holes!"
Another man moved behind her. His member was thick. He used the jizz covering her body to lube himself before thrusting hard into her puckered backdoor. She let out a yelp. Taking the cock out of her mouth, she begged not to have such a big thick dick in her ass. The cock filling her mouth muted her screams. He used her face with even greater force than before. Tears streamed down her face, and it contorted from sobs and pain.
There were three cocks using her. Still more stepping up and spraying her with cum. Her face was drenched and glazed. Globs of semen stuck to her and streaked down her body. The thick, heavy liquid weighed down her hair.
