The kitchen was through another short hallway, this one dotted with a few doors behind which there were all sorts of erotic noises we could hear. Moans, the sound of flesh hitting flesh, whimpers, and screams. Max’s hot body holding me to him and his eyes trailing over my tits was not helping me tamp down on my lust at all. 

I gulped as we stepped out into a bright, modern kitchen with steel appliances and smooth marble counters. Max set me down on the island in the middle of the room, his hands and chest sliding against my body as he made sure I was firmly situated. Honestly, my stomach’s demands were not on the forefront of my mind. I wanted to satisfy a whole other need….

Max could see what I was thinking, and he chuckled and stepped away. Cool air swirled between us, a startling contrast against my heated body. I pouted a little and Max reached out to trace my bottom lip with his thumb. 

“Let’s get you something to eat huh? But hold on to whatever you were just thinking,” Max said, a wicked tilt to his smile deepening his dimple. I sighed and leaned back onto both my hands, arching my back a little and stretching while showcasing all the reasons Max should return his focus to feeding me something other than food. Again, he knew exactly what I was doing and his eyes promised retribution. He turned to a large fridge set into the wall across from me and pulled it open, rattling through the drawers while pulling out various ingredients. 

I sighed again and decided that I might as well lay down, hoping the marble counter would cool me down. It felt wonderfully pleasant against my back and I stretched again, raising my arms above me and wriggling my hips a little. My heels thunked against the cabinets below as my legs were half hanging off the counter. I let out a loud moan, my muscles already aching a bit. I heard footsteps and a shadow passed over me, so I lifted my head up to see what Max was doing. 

It wasn’t Max. It was Mario. Again. Holding a phone...again. 

A zing of irritation burned through me and I got up, holding out my hand for the phone. But Mario shook his head at me, passing the phone to a surprised Max instead. He looked over at me and slowly raised the phone to his ear. Mario turned and left, not waiting for the phone this time. I looked back at Max, who was now standing next to a lit stove that had a pan on it, and with a spatula in one hand and the phone in the other Max looked quite..domestic. Something sizzled in the pan, and he turned back to the stove. His back was tense, his grip white around the phone. Then he lifted something from the pan and set it down on the plate, clicked off the stove and threw down the spatula. I realized with a jolt that Max was angry. 

He grabbed the plate and turned towards me, and my mouth dropped open a bit at his expression. There was stark fury etched across the handsome lines of his face. Even when in such a dark mood he was still panty-inceratingly sexy, perhaps even more so. My heart pounded loudly in my chest as Max stalked over to me, his attention still focused on whatever he was so intently listening to. He set the plate down next to me leg and his free hand settled on my thigh as he closed in on me. I reached out and ran one hand up from his belly button to his collarbone. Max’s eyes refocused on me and he tightened his grip on my thigh. 

“Hold on a minute..no..I just..HOLD ON,” he yelled into the phone, then dropped it onto the counter next to me. Max and I just breathed for a few seconds, his hand digging into my skin and my fingers pressed against the pulse on his throat. His expression tightened briefly and then he lunged forward. 

Max’s mouth collided with mine, lips moving in a furious kiss with one hand clutching my hair and raising me off the counter. I moaned, my hands moving to his shoulders and I pressed closer, not wanting an inch of space between us. My ass was on the edge of the counter now and Max leaned into me, the force of our kiss bending me back a little. I was getting dizzy, from the heat of Max’s tongue and also from the lack of air. But I just couldn’t pull away.

Good thing Max did. He tore his mouth from me, and I gasped, panting while I tried to catch my breath. His mouth moved down my jaw, to my neck and he bit me. Hard. 

“Ah fuck!!” I yelped even as I felt my pussy leak a little. Then I felt Max’s hand move from the counter to grip my ass, and next thing I was being lifted up and off the counter so that I was straddling him with my arms wrapped around his neck. Max rocked my hips against his repeatedly, at just the right angle so that I felt his hard length rub the outer folds of my pussy in slowly, over and over through his shorts. I tilted my head back and let out a long moan, aching to be filled. 

Max dropped one of his hands from my ass, stopping our humping momentarily until I took charge. This time it was him who moaned. I opened my eyes to look at Max, watching his pupils dilate as our lips hovered centimeters apart. I shoved my hands into his hair, and yanked his head back so I could better leave my mark on Max’s neck. He groaned again, and then I felt his free arm move, followed by a sharp rattling sound. I looked to my left to see that Max had pulled open a kitchen drawer. One that was filled with various boxes of condoms. 

“Ohh god yes,” I moaned and dropped my legs from around Max, moving my hands frantically to his waistline to pull down his shorts, ripping the fabric in my haste. I bit my lip as his cock sprung free, my mouth watering as I watched a thick drop of pre-cum make its way down Max’s swollen member. I moved my hand, wanting to catch that salty drop on my fingers, but Max’s hand shot out and his fingers closed around my wrist. Before I could even look at him, Max whirled me around so that my legs pressed against the kitchen island. I placed my hands on the counter and spread my fingers, breathless with anticipation. I could feel the heat of Max’s body behind me, not quite touching me. I waited, squirming impatiently, but he made no move. 

Finally I heard the sound of foil crinkling as Max ripped the condom wrapper open. Then his hands pressed against my hips and I ground back, feeling the tip of his cock rub against the fishnet material on my ass. Max’s hands moved again and I half turned in frustration, stopping when I felt his fingers grip the bodysuit and then jerk on it, snapping the netting as he ripped the material away from my crotch. 

“Hey- oooohhh,” my exclamation was interrupted by a whimper as Max pushed his cock into me in one smooth motion. He was so big...thick...he filled me, stretched me...so deep...god. Max was flush against me now, his fingers digging into my hips so hard I knew that I would have bruises tomorrow. And then he pulled all the way out of me, the tip of his cock pulsing against the entrance to my hole. I could feel my juices dripping, coating the insides of my thighs, my heart pounding in my ears and Max breathing raggedly behind me. Fuck, what was he waiting for?!

As if reading my mind, Max leaned forward to whisper into my ear, “Beg.” His hands trailed up from my hips to my breasts, his fingers moving over the nipple clamps I was still wearing. 

“MMm..o..oohh…,” I was gasping, going crazy at the barely there stimulation of Max’s feather like touch on my tits and the light pressure of his cock against my pussy. Just a little more..I pressed my hands into the counter, my arms rigid as my ass ground back seeking more friction. 

“I said beg!” Max growled into my ear as he sharply twisted both of my nipples using the clamps. My body jerked as a high pitched whimper ripped from my throat. He continued twisting, and I thrashed crazily, trying to get away or get closer, I don’t know. My hands slid against the counter as I stood up on my toes with my back arched and stomach spasming. Max didn’t relent, his fingers gripping, pulling, twisting….my nipples were on fire, my legs were trembling and I was barely upright...fuck I couldn’t take any more of this. My resolve crumbled and I gave in to Max’s demand. 

“AHHH GOD! OOH PLEASE! Fuck me! Fuck me pleaseee!!” I screamed out the words, shocked a little at the desperate edge in my voice, the prideful part of my mind aghast at how quickly I had fallen. I was nearly sobbing, writhing with need and desire that sharply contrasted with the throbbing pain radiating from my nipples. Somewhere along the way I had crumpled a bit, falling onto my elbows with my head bowed forward and my hair a dark curtain around my face. I let out a gasp as Max released my tits, the blood rushing back and I wondered whether I had gasped out of relief or in protest. But I had no time to ponder this because suddenly Max pushed into me, and then he was thrusting and moving in earnest. His thighs slapped against my ass while his hands jerked my hips backwards to meet every thrust. My body slid back and forth on the counter as Max pounded into me. and the kitchen island shook with the force of his movements. I couldn’t do anything but take it all in, moaning incoherently as Max fucked me and as a deep orgasm built inside of me. 

“Nghh…ah..a-ah….ow!” Max’s hand had come down hard on my ass, with a loud smack and sting of pain that jerked my head up again. He rubbed my ass cheek in a soothing circle as he slowed his pace, the air charged as Max wound his other hand into my hair, pulling it so that only a few strands were left to tickle my face. I closed my eyes and rolled my hips, savoring the fullness between my legs and the feeling of Max’s hand on my body. 

But the moment passed, and Max tightened his grip on my hair and wrenched my head back. He dragged my body upwards, pulling me so that my back pressed against his chest while his hand made its way from my ass to my clit. I let out a sharp cry as he started pounding into me again while his fingers swirled around my sensitive nub. I was a mess, my mouth open while I choked on the moans coming from my throat. My lips were slick with my drool and my cheeks coated with tears that had been squeezed out of eyes with the force of our fucking. All this time Max never faltered, thrusting into me again and again, two fingers rubbing against me, and his fingers using my hair to pull my neck aside so he could scrape his teeth against the skin there. 

It wasn’t enough. It was too much. Up and up I went, waves of bliss rolling through me. My legs were trembling, my body quivering, and my hands were moving everywhere searching for anything to hold on to before I fell. I traced over Max’s tensed arm, ghosted my fingers over my still tingling nipples, grabbed onto the ripped fabric on my waist and stretched it even more. My gasps and moans were mixing with the sound of Max groaning against my neck, his hot breath raking across me as his tongue darted out to lick my salty skin. We were both slick with sweat and the juices spread from our fucking. God...it felt so dirty yet so good, like this is how it was always supposed to be. Fuckkkkkkk. 

Max twisted my head so that he could press his lips against mine, his tongue matching the strokes of his cock while his mouth swallowed my moans. I bit down on his bottom lip and his hand spasmed on my clit, but his hips kept rocking against me. Max pulled away, letting my moans fill the room again, as his lips trailed over to my ear and his tongue flicked out to trace my earlobe. 

“That’s it doll...you like this huh? Me….fucking you...all pressed up against you, my cock pushing into...your tight, wet, hot pussy...oh yeahhh Ana...yeah baby..c’mon, cum for me. Cum with me..oh hell yea!” Max grunted into my ear, and I felt his cock swell inside of me as his fingers pinched my clit.

And then I exploded, a wordless scream filling the air, my legs clamping around Max’s hand and my knees locking up as my body shook and shook. My mind blanked and I spiraled, tits jiggling and stomach sucking and spasming with my heaving gasps. I couldn’t catch my breath, literally choking on my orgasm, could only keep on cumming as Max rode out my orgasm with his own pulsing cock. He growled and let go of my hair, his teeth closing down on my shoulder as his hand wrapped around my waist, holding me to him as his hips slowed their pumping and his cock jerked and throbbed against my pussy walls. 

“Fuckkkk yeahhhh,” Max spoke my mind as we both collapsed forward, my upper body sticking to the counter and Max’s forehead pressed against my back. He breathed against me for a few minutes, then worked his hand out from between us while slowly pulling his cock from my pussy. I let out a soft moan as I felt my pussy contract and gush, dripping even more onto my legs. I heard Max moving around, probably throwing away the condom, and then he was next to me again. He stroked my back, then gently lifted my legs and turned me while he pushed me further onto the counter so that only my feet were hanging off. I was curled up slightly, my ass facing the edge of the counter and my back to Max. I turned my head a little, eyes half closed as I wondered what he was doing. Max pressed a kiss against my shoulder, his eyes bright and much more open than mine. 

“I have to go take this call, but I’ll be back later...to fill you up again,” while he quietly spoke, Max slipped his fingers between my ass cheeks, a single knuckle lightly grazing my tight ring there. I gasped a little, desire pooling again in my stomach at the sensation of his finger and at the wicked promise in Max’s eyes. I had forgotten all about the phone, which Max now picked up to press back to his ear. With one final look at me, he turned and started walking out of the kitchen.

“I’m back,” he said into the phone. I realized with a jolt that whoever was on the other end had heard us fucking, because it seemed like they had stayed on the line. And yes of course that turned me on. I was half twisted onto my back, my hips still angled so that my ass was facing the stove, and I stretched with my arms above me, one hand bumping into the plate Max had put on the counter. Hmm, guess it was time to eat. I was about to get up when I heard Max’s voice again, and I looked over to the entryway of the kitchen where he was still standing.

“You mind warming her up for me girls,” he drawled out before stepping into the dark hallway where I lost sight of him. I heard some quiet laughter before two women made their way into the kitchen. I hadn’t seen them before, they hadn’t been any of the people in the living room earlier. I watched them move towards me, much more alert now because I was curious about what Max had said. Both women were wearing pale pink masks, completely naked, and tall even without heels. One stopped at my feet while the other moved out of my line of sight, stopping somewhere above my head. I heard something rattle above me and started to turn my head, but a hand on my ankle stopped me. 

The woman standing at my feet smiled at me, and I relaxed a bit at the friendly look in her eye. She was pretty, with an oval face, pouty lips, and sparkling brown eyes all framed by soft dirty blond hair falling in waves around her. Her tits were much smaller than mine, but still enough to fill up a hand..or mouth. I traced the gentle curve of her waist and then looked back up at her, making eye contact as I started wondering why the room was starting to get heavy with anticipation of….something, I don’t know what. She smiled again and started stroking my ankle in circles.

“I’m Sam, and that there behind you is Monica.,” she said, still showing off a set of white teeth. I nodded at her, my voice catching a little in my throat. 

“I-I’m Ana,” I stuttered out, a little nervous. Sam’s smile widened, oddly reminding me of a shark, and then looked at Monica, silently conveying something, I heard drawers getting pulled open, clinking metal, and then the fridge opening and closing. I kept my eyes on Sam, unable to look away as I started to breathe faster. I know she noticed from how her eyes lit up while looking at my tits. Then she looked up again as a shadow fell over me. Monica was back.

“You look hungry, and that omelet is untouched. Need some help?” Sam’s tone was pleasant with a touch of concern. I opened my mouth to respond and that’s when Monica moved, bringing a fork to my mouth along with a bit of the omelet. I turned to look at her for the first time as I slowly closed my lips around the fork, chewing as I observed. Monica had chin length straight bleach-blonde hair, and her eyes were a mischievous green. She wasn’t quite smiling, but rather there was a smirk playing at the corners of her mouth. Her breasts were about the same size as Sam’s, her nipples flushed pleasantly and just out of reach from my mouth. She cut off another piece of the omelet and stabbed at it, bringing it back to my mouth as I swallowed. She gestured with the fork for me to open up and continued feeding me as Sam’s hand wandered further and further up my calves. My gaze flickered between the two women as one slowly fed me and the other watched. What the fuck was going on?

I felt awkward, my body still half twisted while I ate the half-warm omelet on my back. It felt like hours, but was probably only a few minutes, until the omelet was finished and Monica set the fork down. And I wondered...what now? Then Sam patted my ankle and grinned. 

“Now it’s our turn. On your knees, facing me,” she commanded. I was puzzled, but didn’t resist. They gave me a strange vibe, not like they were creepy but as if they knew something I didn’t. I was curious, and I wanted to find out. I twisted and got up at the waist, then awkwardly brought my legs under me so that I was sitting on my knees with my ass resting against the back of my heels. It was not comfortable. Then Sam put out her hand and Monica handed her a pair of kitchen scissors. I recoiled backwards, flinching into Monica as she grabbed me. 

“Don’t worry, we’re just going to fix up your outfit a bit.” This time it was Monica who spoke, reassuring me as Sam leaned forward to snip at the remnants of my body suit. She didn’t cut it all away, rather transformed it into a crop top of sorts by cutting away the ripped section and pulling it away from my belly chain. Sam handed the scissors back to Monica who snipped at my back a little and then pulled the cut off netting off of me, so that now I was completely bare below the bottom of my breasts. I unconsciously spread my knees, getting turned on and needing to alleviate the pressure building in me. 

Sam noticed and actually laughed. Then she gestured to Monica who crinkled something that sounded like plastic. I stayed quiet, my mouth open a little while I breathed. Sam pulled my hands off of my knees and placed them on the counter’s edge, moving me so that I was half leaning towards her. Then she closed the distance between us and kissed me, her lips soft and gently moving against mine, which Max had left bruised and swollen with his kisses. I felt Monica grip my ankles, pulling my legs back so that I was now on all fours, and then her hands were passing over my bare ass. She squeezed and massaged, and pressed her lips against my skin. I felt goosebumps break out across my arms, my chest, and all the way down to my ass as my pussy throbbed once. 

I moaned into Sam’s mouth and deepened the kiss, my tongue moving to meet hers even while Monica’s tongue flicked against my asshole. And all of a sudden I remembered what Max had said to them...warm her up for me girls….and his promise to me with a knuckle pressed against my tight ring. Oh god, now I understood. 

Sam pulled away to look at me, and I dropped my head and groaned out loud and as Monica’s tongue pushed against the rim of my asshole. My fingers spasmed and I let out another choked moan. Fuck me, Monica really knew how to eat ass. I felt my pussy start to leak again, even though my earlier wetness had barely dried. 

Sam grinned and shrugged at me, “I said it’s our turn didn’t I?” And then she pushed me back, sliding my hands away from the edge of the counter as she climbed up. Monica pulled her tongue from my ass with a squelching noise, and seconds later I felt her finger press against my hole. It was slick with something, lube probably, but I didn’t turn to look because I was entirely focused on Sam. She slid under me, with surprising dexterity for the limited space, her breasts rubbing against mine as she wriggled until her mouth was level with my pussy and I could feel her breath blowing across my clit.

“My my, good thing I’m hungry for some pussy because you look delicious,” Sam said gleefully as I moaned and stared down at her pink pussy below me. Right as Sam’s tongue darted out to pass through my folds, Monica added another finger to my ass, working it in and really oiling up my hole. 

“Fuckkk,” I groaned, and then unable to resist I dropped my face and buried it in Sam’s pussy, needing to taste her like she was tasting me. I clutched her legs, pulling her open and started to suck and lick my way from her outer folds to her clit. I was rewarded by Sam groaning against my crotch, the vibrations of the sound thrumming against my clit. Just as Sam and I started sixty-nining in earnest while moaning on the marble kitchen counter, Monica pulled her fingers from my ass. I let out a sound of surprise as I felt something much bigger, and colder, press against my hole.

I lifted my head up from Sam’s pussy and looked over my shoulder to see Monica holding a costco-sized cucumber encased in a condom against me. I let out a whimper, my eyes rolling back as Monica worked the cucumber into me. Inch by inch she pushed in, pain mixing with pleasure. I felt so full, yet in a much different way than when Max had been pounding my pussy. And then I imagine Max pushing his cock through this hole instead, and I literally drooled. Saliva dripped down from my mouth and landed in Sam’s pussy, which I had totally forgotten about. Sam had also stopped while Monica worked the cucumber in, but she started up again, slowly running her tongue around and over my clit. I groaned and shuddered, my body twitching and overwhelmed at how stretched I was right now. I lowered my head a bit, wanting to put my mouth on Sam’s pussy, but stopped as the movement shifted my ass and sent a stab of pain through me. I let out a whimper, my eyes screwed up in concentration as Monica started to pull the cucumber out. I felt her drop something cool and slippery on the edge of my hole, and then her fingers were rubbing the sensitive skin of my stretched rim. 

“That’s it Ana, take it all in,” Sam murmured against my pussy. “Don’t worry about pleasing me love, just think about how full your ass is right now, how my mouth is fucking your pussy, and how dirty it’s going to feel when Monica starts to fuck your ass with the big…..thick….juicy….cucumber cock.” With each adjective Sam used to describe the cucumber she gently nibbled on my clit. I couldn’t say anything in response, only groan as Monica did exactly what Sam described and pushed the cucumber back into me, this time faster than before. 

I was already shaking, keening as the cucumber went in..and out...and back in. I stared unseeingly at my surroundings, my head swinging side to side, hair sticking to my back. I lost track of everything, and god knows if anyone else came into the kitchen because the only thing I could focus on was the sensations being wracked on me. Sam’s tongue flicking against me, her nose pressed against my thigh, her teeth pulling the outer lips of my pussy into her mouth. Monica pounding the cucumber into me, my asshole clenching and contracting around it and making wet noises with every push and pull, and the sharp sting of Monica’s hand as she brought it down on my ass, alternating cheeks but not holding back. 

I felt warm, cold, and dizzy all at once. Blood was rushing in my ears, my heart was pounding, my mouth open and body jerking forward each time the cucumber thrust in and then pushing back searching for it the second it started moving out. 

“Ah..aaaah...ooooh I can’t...oh god don’t stoppp…...please fuck mmmm...uugh,” I just kept moaning, chanting don’t stop, I can’t, fuck me, hell yea, and various other phrases as if they were prayers and Monica and Sam were the gods I was begging for salvation. And damned if they didn’t deliver.  

I didn’t know I had it in me to explode again so soon, but a nuclear explosion is the only way to describe my orgasm. I threw my head back and let out a loud ohhhhhh yeaaaaaaaaaaaa as Monica slammed the cucumber so deep I crumbled onto Sam’s thighs and I just kept cumming and cumming. I shook, moaned, cried, and screamed as Monica fucked me through my orgasm, Sam holding on to my bucking hips and sucking my clit into her mouth as my pussy convulsed and gushed. Oh god I could feel it building...I was going to really burst….and then I was squirting, drenching the counter as my legs quivered crazily around Sam’s head. 

I heard Sam yelp and Monica let out a delighted, “Fuck yes!” 

Then the cucumber was being pulled out of my ass, and god, it had been deep inside of me. My ass spasmed, my hole contracting as Monica pulled cucumber out with a pop and suddenly I was cumming again, another wave rocking through me as my pussy sprayed out my juices with a hiss. My knees slipped to the side, sliding against the mess I had made, and I collapsed full onto Sam. 

My gasps and panting breaths filled the room as aftershocks passed through me, my body trembling as I lay there my legs spanning the width of the kitchen island and partially hanging off of the edges of the counter. I was drenched with sweat, with my juices, and I knew Sam’s face was probably soaked. I was still struggling to catch my breath and put the pieces of my mind back together. I heard Sam and Monica whispering, and then two sets of hands were passing over my lower body, massaging and soothing. I was going to be very sore tomorrow, and the night had barely begun. 

My eyes were closed, and I couldn’t even think about opening them. I was so exhausted. I felt Sam shift below me, and she slowly slid me off of her body, sliding so that she was laying next to me. I heard Monica start to laugh again but then she let out a low curse.

“What are you all doing here,” Monica’s voice was irritated and I heard a muted response. Mildly curious, I pulled my eyes open, my vision blurry as I blinked rapidly to clear it. I could hear male voices, and then felt Sam get up next to me, her voice shrill.

“Seriously? Initiation? This isn’t rush week at a frat house, dumbasses” she yelled. I couldn’t see anything, my vision was blocked by Sam’s legs and honestly, I couldn’t be bothered to lift my head. I heard a guy chuckle, and then Sam gasped. She squirmed and then breathely mumbled something, and then I heard a deep chuckle in response. There were a lot of noises in the room now, but I couldn’t make out any words, just incoherent sounds.  

Then Sam was talking again, “Fine, go ahead pull out the rope.” I looked up as Sam shifted, moving so she was sitting on her knees and her arms were stretched behind her. The lights from the ceiling above cast a shadow down on us, so that I couldn’t see past Sam’s outline. I could see her eyes twinkling down at me, a hint of something else twisting her mouth. 

Confused, I put my hands down on the counter and started lifting myself up, still dizzy and my head swimming, when I felt rough hands grab my arms. I dropped back down with an ‘oof’, as my arms were pulled behind me and rope was wound around my wrists, quickly and effectively binding my hands. I thrashed on the counter, until I heard Sam calling my name.

“Ana. Ana! Hey calm down. Just go with it, and you’ll have fun. I promise. These guys might seem rough, but they aren’t that bad,” Sam said soothingly before turning to hop off the counter. Her hands were also bound behind her back. I pulled in a deep breath, feeling my heart rate slow again as I pressed my forehead to the counter and closed my eyes. 

Then suddenly I was being picked up so that I was angled towards the ceiling, and whoever had their arms around me started walking towards the hallway. Really? I wasn’t just a piece of meat that could be hauled around willy nilly. 

‘What the hell?!” I emphasized my words by kicking out my legs, and was rewarded by a grunt of pain as my heel caught against someone’s skin. The breath was knocked out of me as I was dropped to the floor, crumpling forward. 

“Hey Declan, come check out the new girl! She’s feisty! Damn, she got me good,” I heard a cheerful voice ring out. I lifted my head, with the intent to show just how feisty I was, but the sight before me took my breath away. 

It was Sam and Monica.

Their hands were bound  behind their backs, like mine, and they were kneeling on the floor facing away from each other. They were surrounded by five..no six guys who were all wearing red masks and had red armbands on their biceps. Their cocks jutted towards the girls, and I watched as the girls sucked off two of the guys, their cheeks hollowed out and strands of spit hanging from their mouths. The rest of the guys were stroking their cocks, watching. 

Okay, my pussy might be very into whatever was happening in front of me right now, but I still wasn’t going to just be dragged around. Not unless whoever was doing the dragging asked nicely. 

Just as I was about to vocalise this thought, a guy came out from behind me, from the hallway. Like the others he was wearing a red mask and armband, but he also had on a pair of long red pants. A tattoo made up of black and red ink covered one side of his chest, and his face was etched with shadows from his stubble. 

My breath caught a little, because, okay, I thought the dude was hot. I have a thing for tattoos, sue me. A part of me wanted to stop resisting, and go along with whatever these guys were playing at. After all I had gone along with Max, and with Monica and Sam. But that was different, and there was something in this guy’s eyes that just had me itching to piss him off anyway possible. 

So I struggled to my feet, a difficult task considering my restrained hands, but I managed. All the time, the guy -- who I presumed was Declan -- watched, his arms folded across his chest.

He waited till I was standing, and then Declan stepped closer to me. And I kicked out at him, putting my Muay Thai training to use. But he easily blocked my first kick, and his other hand came up to catch my other leg in his hand before I even made contact. 

“These are too dangerous to leave on,” Declan murmured, a Southern accent adding a tang to his voice, as he yanked my heel off and threw it to the side. Then using his grip on my leg, he pulled me towards him so that I crashed into his chest and so that he could clamp his thighs around my outstretched leg. Declan held one arm with one hand, and used the other to bring my leg up and remove my remaining heel. 

I didn’t resist. I knew from the way Declan was holding me that he also had some martial arts background, and attacking at this point would be futile. He had the high ground. But that didn’t mean I wouldn’t try again as soon as the first opportunity presented itself. 

I guess Declan saw this intent in my eyes, and he leveled a heavy glare at me. I had a feeling that he didn’t like any resistance and despite my best efforts, a thrill ran through me, arousal once again rearing its head. 

Declan let go of me and stepped away. I rocked on the heels of my feet, suspicious at being released. It was too good to be true, and I barely had time to squeal as Declan suddenly grabbed me and threw me over his shoulders. I kicked, but my muscles still sort of felt like jelly. I could feel blood rushing to my head, my hair brushing against the back of Declan’s pants as we moved. Ooohh…

“Hey, I don’t feel too great. Can you let me up,” I called out, my voice sounding thick and muffled to my own ears. I felt Declan’s chest rumble against my legs as he spoke. 

“Not falling for that one darling. And don’t worry, you’ll be feeling good in no time at all,” he called out to me, his voice slow and steady and sounding even more Southern. But I was too dizzy to respond.

After a day of travel, an omelette and bottle of water were not enough to restore all the electrolytes I had lost and the calories I had burned with over half a dozen orgasms in such a short time. Add to all this that I was now hanging upside down -- not a good mixture, evidenced by the spots dancing across my vision.

The last thing I saw was Sam giggling as the guy in Monica’s mouth pulled out to cum across her face. Then everything went black.