“You can’t make a sound,” Cain says.
He opens his fist to reveal a strip of silky material. I’m not sure where he got it—most likely from the altar room with the masks—but it looks like a blindfold. Instead of covering my eyes with it, he wraps it around my mouth and secures it at the back of my head.
“That’s it, good girl. Stay quiet for us.”
The room is dark, and the men move in shadowy shapes around me. They yank the covers off the bed, exposing me. I’m wearing a camisole and panties. I would have slept naked with Roman, but I’m conscious of Daisy downstairs and didn’t want to be caught naked if there was an emergency. The guys, however, don’t seem to want me dressed. Malachi rolls my panties down my thighs and plucks them off my feet. Roman pulls up my camisole, and I lift my head and shoulders to allow him to remove it completely. Naked, the sheets are smoothbeneath my skin. The cool air in the room makes my nipples pucker.
Cain grabs my ankles and yanks me roughly down the bed. I let out a yelp, but it’s muffled. Roman moves to the top of the bed and takes hold of my arms, pinning them to the mattress above my head.
Cain parts my legs. His black hood still covers his face. He seems menacing and dangerous like this, and a thrill zips through me.
He pushes his hand between my legs. “Wet, like a good girl.”
I moan against the cloth as he slides two fingers inside me. I try to pull my arms out of Roman’s grip, but, even though he’s injured, he’s too strong. Malachi’s mask—smooth and white—reflects the moonlight outside of the window, making him look like a character in a horror movie.
“What can we fuck her with?” Malachi says, looking around the room.
I remember the time with the cucumber. Mal seems to have a thing about putting inanimate objects inside me. It clearly turns him on. But we’re nowhere near the kitchen, and I doubt he’ll risk waking Daisy by going past her room again to go in search of more vegetables. He’ll have to make do with whatever is in the bedroom.
He takes a tall white candle from a holder on a shelf then goes to my bedside drawer to select condoms and lube. Maybe I should have been worried about Daisy going through my drawers when I’d left her up here and seeing the condoms and lube, but she’s not a young child anymore, and maybe it would be good for her to understand a bit more about what these things are for. Not that I really thought she’d be going through my drawers.
He tears open the packet with his teeth and slowly rolls a condom down the length of the candle.
Cain slips his fingers from my body and holds open one leg, while Mal uses his free hand to hold the other. Roman has a firm grip on my arms. I’m pinned to the bed and gagged, so I can’t do much of anything. I whimper, and Malachi places the condom wrapped candle to my pussy.
Only his eyes are visible behind the mask, and he’s focused on my pussy as he slowly slides the condom covered candle inside me. It’s narrow and tapered, but also hard and cold. The sensation is overwhelming, and my pussy clamps down around it. I whimper and squirm as he slides it in and out of me. I’m so wet, I can feel my own arousal trickling out and dampening my thighs. Malachi increases his pace, fucking me harder, and Cain places his thumb against my clit. The contact sends fresh sparks of arousal through me, and I cry out against the cloth in my mouth.
But just as I’m about to climax, Mal slides the candle out of me. I bark a muffled sob and slump against the mattress.
He looks around. “What else can we fuck her with?” He’s sounds like a man possessed, and all I can see is a future of various items being used on me, until he’s sated whatever this need is. Not that I’m complaining.
He gets off the bed and stalks to my dressing table, rifling through the items. He selects one and brandishes it.
“The end of her hairbrush will work,” he says from behind his mask.
He hands the candle over to Cain.
“Fuck her in the ass with it,” Mal hisses, his breathing growing ragged. “I’ll take her pussy with the end of the hairbrush.”
I suck in a breath through my nose. They’re going to fuck me with both objects at once, one in each hole.
Malachi rolls a new condom down over the handle of the hairbrush and then gets back in position.
“Look how wet you are, baby girl,” he moans. “Fuck, you’re dripping.”
Carefully, he pushes the hairbrush handle inside me. It’s far wider and thicker than the candle, and I stretch around it. I lift my hips, simultaneously wanting more and being unsure how much I can take. My pussy throbs, and Cain rubs tiny circles on my clit.
The men had all gone to bed in their boxer shorts, so they’re bare chested. The material of their shorts does nothing to hide their erections, but none of them are touching themselves. They’re completely focused on me.
I struggle a little, pulling on my hands and legs, but they hold me firm. I’m spreadeagled for them.
“Fuck her ass, Cain,” Mal commands.
He lets out a rumbling growl. “Happy to.”
The tip of the candle presses to my asshole. I squirm and moan against the gag. Cain uses a little of the lube on the tip then tries again. This time, the head of the candle penetrates me, and I squeal, but it comes out as a muffled moan due to the gag, thank God. I really don’t want Daisy to come up here and see this depravity; she’d never recover. The candle pushing its way into my ass is so unforgiving. It’s hard and long, and I can’t quite comprehend the sensations. Mal plays with my clit now, and both he and Cain stare between my legs as Cain fucks me in the ass with the candle.
Now I have two inanimate objects inside me, and hungry, lust-filled eyes watching from behind the masks. It’s so fucked up and depraved, but my orgasm is building. They fuck me agonizingly slowly, clearly enjoying the way my body takes the items. Their erections are tenting their shorts. I want to see them, to watch their cocks grow longer and harder as their arousal builds.
