Just as I was about to shatter and come all over their fingers and mouth, The Skull and The Stagstopped. The Stag took The Skull’s place between my legs now, his mouth latching onto my clit andsucking the sensitive nub hard while he shoved two of his bare fingers into my cunt. I moaned when he curled up to find a spot inside that made my vision blur at the edges. The Stag fucked me with his fingers, fast and deep, his mouth a vacuum on my clit.
With one hand firmly holding the garland around my neck, The Black Mask sucked his fingers into his mouth, sloppily coating them with his spit. Reaching down under The Stag’s mouth, he rimmed my asshole with his slick fingers. I bucked and shimmied at his touch, my pussy clenching with light flutters. The Black Mask slowly, intently, pushed a thick digit into my ass and pumped in and out, in and out, a few times before withdrawing with a clinging suction. A long, breathy moan ripped from my tethered throat. I’d never felt such pleasure before. And I wanted more. A lot more.
“Get off for us again. Be our perfect fuckhole,” he snarled into my dripping flesh. “Come all over my face. Show us what a desperate, pretty little slut you really are.”
The command, the praise, and the degradation mixing as one broke me. My orgasm ripped through me, a silent, body-morphing event that had my entire form bowing off the floor, my mouth opening,and my pussy gushing around The Stag’s thrusting fingers and suckling mouth. I convulsed, waves of pleasure so intense they bordered on pain washing over me.
Before the last tremor even subsided, The Skull was moving. He positioned his cock at my drenched entrance. I was so sensitive that the mere press of his cock notching at my pussy hole was almost agony.Too much.
He shoved inside me anyway.
I cried out, the sound a ragged sob that humiliated me but also had ecstasy stealing my very sanity. The Skull’s cock was enormous, stretching my already well-fucked pussy to a new limit. The fabric of my torn panties, still coiled around one ankle, made me feel like I was being used for their own pleasure.
“God, look at that,” The Black Mask groaned, stroking his own hardening cock as he stood in front of the fire and watched. “Taking that cock like a champion. Stag, stick your sloppy dick in her mouth. Make her taste her pussy all over your cock.” He chuckled.
The Skull set a brutal pace, each thrust a punishing collision that stole my breath. He leaned over me, his terrifying mask inches from my face. “You love this, don’t you? Being our common whore. Being used by three masked stalkers who forced their way into your cabin and made you their little toy.”
Tears leaked from my eyes, sliding down my temples and soaking the rug beneath me. I shook my head, denying what he said, even as my hips lifted to meet his savage pounding.
He slammed into me, deeper than I thought possible. “Tell us you fucking love it.”
“God, you’re sick,” I cried out, feeling myself race toward another orgasm. “I want more. I love it.” I whimpered, the confession torn from the deepest, most corrupted part of my soul. This moment had to be a dream. These men had to be a fantasy pulled straight from my brain. None of this could be real.
“You love what?” The Skull demanded, never slowing his punishing rhythm as he braced his hands on my inner thighs and held me down to take whatever he gave me.
“I love the painful slam of your cock in me,” I sobbed, the words tasting like poison and ecstasy. Before I could say more, The Stag shoved his cock into my open mouth, forcing me to gag, to taste myself on his length.
“Good girl,” The Skull purred. His cool handssliding under my ass, lifting me an inch more, adjusting the angle. The Skull’s thrusts changed, now grinding against my clit with every inward stroke. My second orgasm built fast and terrifying on the heels of the first, and the entire time, I sucked The Stag’s cock like my life depended on it.
The Skull’s pace became frantic, his grip on my hips bruising. “Gonna fill up this perfect cunt. Gonna pump you so full of seed, you’ll drip for days.”
He slammed home one last time, his body rigid above me. I felt his cock kick, a hot, pulsing flood joining The Stag’s already big load inside me. The sensation of being filled all over again, of being so utterly claimed, tipped me over another edge. My cunt milked him desperately, drawing every drop from The Skull as I came again. It was a weaker, shakier climax that left me boneless and ruined.
The Skull collapsed on top of me for a second, his weight a comforting prison before pulling out. A gush of warm, sticky fluid followed his exit, pooling beneath me on the rug.
After a long moment, The Stag groaned and pulled out of my mouth, and I sucked in a deep breath. The Skull moved out from between my legs,and together, the two masked men stepped aside and let The Black Mask step forward.
He crouched between my thighs now and ran a single, bare and cool finger through the mess of mixed cum dripping from my used pussy.
He held the glistening finger between us. “Used up, but we’re not done with you yet. And you want more, don’t you?”
The Black Mask pushed his finger between my lips, forcing me to lick off his cum-slickened digit. “Now,” he murmured, the sound vibrating to my core. “It’s my turn, dirty girl.”
6
Iwas flipped over roughly, gasping, straining as my arms were twisted before they were righted by one of the masked men. I looked over my shoulder, seeing The Black Mask take his place behind me. He gripped my hips, his fingers digging tight into my waist hard enough I cried out in pain, knowing bruises would form come morning.
He wore his mask so I couldn’t see his face, but he looked right at me, the metallic black sheen almost like a mirror, my reflection blurry and distorted, but my expression showed how much I… anticipated all of this.
He jerked my lower half up off the ground, placed a hand in the center of my back, and kept myupper body shoved down. I felt like their whore, a hole just to be used. And it turned me on.
His cock pressed against my thigh, a hot, hard promise that sent a fresh, conflicting jolt through my oversensitive body. His head tilted, his featureless mask trained right toward me, as if he were drinking in the sight of how I was a debauched mess of the mixed cum of two men leaking from my well-used pussy.
In front of me, The Stag’s low growl cut through the heavy air.“She needs a bit more tweaking.”He wrapped his hands around my upper arms, pulling me roughly up so I was forced to brace my hands on the rug, still spread wide and ready for The Black Mask to fill me up with semen, too.
The Stag fisted a hand in my hair, angling my head back and up and toward his rock-hard cock. “I want two of her holes filled.” The thick, flushed head nudged at my lips. I opened my mouth, the salty, musky taste of my own arousal and his previous release still on my tongue.
He pushed in, not deep, just resting the weight of himself on my tongue. I could feel the pulse of him, the promise of another load he was so clearly ready to give.
