He came and pulled out of me. I tried to stand, but he held me down with one hand, and opened the briefcase beside me, digging into it with his other hand.
“That stuff I gave you last night wasn’t strong enough.”
“I don’t need anything more.” I struggled against his hold, but he was stronger. “I need a level head so I can get us out of here.”
But my words were ignored and a moment later I was screaming as a needle was plunged into my ass, and cold liquid flooded my body.
“What was that?” I gasped, the cold overtaking me. Whatever it was, it was strong and moved fast.
He chuckled. “You’ll see.”
He released me and I stood. My vision went spotty and the air in the room felt colder, cleaner somehow. My teeth began to chatter.
“Want to come back to bed?” He grinned.
I nodded and he took my hand. He took me back to bed and helped me out of my dress. It felt like the right thing to do, getting naked and slipping between the blankets. Riot stirred, pressing his cock into my belly. Callahan lay behind me, his thick length pushed against my ass.
The drug fully took hold.
I gasped loudly and grabbed Riot’s shoulders. I needed him now.
I rolled him over, waking him up in the process. He blinked, but I didn’t give him time to react. I saddled him and positioned my slit over his cock, sliding down. I sighed, relief taking over as I moved my hips, on the journey to my next orgasm.
Callahan chuckled again and sat up, putting his hands on my breasts. I groaned.
More.
What? Did someone speak to me? I was having trouble focusing, but this wasn’t enough, I needed more stimulation.
Tell them. Bend over and let him take you too.
I collapsed against Riot’s arms and arched my back.
“Daddy, please,” I begged.
Callahan, moved between Riot’s legs and dipped his hand between us. I was still slick from his cum. He wet his fingers and slid them up my cheeks, resting on my other entrance.
I clenched, scared for him to touch me there.
Don’t tighten up. Relax. It will feel good.
I listened to the voice, and Callahan massaged me, adding more and more lubrication to it, and then he pressed his finger inside, moving slow.
“Oh…” I groaned. Yes. This is what I need, I realized. More. I needed to feel fuller. He moved his finger in and out, spinning it, helping me to get used to the feeling.
“More, I need more, Daddy,” I begged.
Callahan moved closer, and a moment later he was spreading my cheeks wider and pressing the head of his cock into my tight little hole. I closed my eyes and focused on the pressure.
Ignore the pain. It’ll feel good soon.
I listened to the voice in my head. It was soothing. Soon, he was all the way in.
“Good girl, Eleanor. I knew you could take it. How does it feel?” Riot asked.
“Good,” I gasped. I mewed against Riot’s chest. He ran his hands along my back; the sensation tickled, but felt delicious as well. “Please, fuck me boys. I need this. I need this bad.”
Callahan began to move, and I let out a small cry as my body stretched to accommodate his movements. They hurt and yet, I liked it. I wanted more. I needed it to be faster, harder, and I needed to come.
