Total pages in book: 24
Estimated words: 21796 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 109(@200wpm)___ 87(@250wpm)___ 73(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 21796 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 109(@200wpm)___ 87(@250wpm)___ 73(@300wpm)
“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 hands sliding 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 my upper 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.