Page 31 of Touchdowns and Tinsel

"You're not a part of this," Q snaps angrily at the short man, keeping his eyes on mine as he speaks to him. "You fucked up, so now you get to record, cameraman."

"Fine, as long as I get to fuck her one more time before we bring her back." He rubs his hands together, making me cringe, but I never take my eyes off Q, who begins shaking his head.

"Not sure that's going to happen. So for now, set up the fucking camera and get ready," Q bites, his words dripping with poison.

The short man huffs but obeys Q’s commands, making me think he's some sort of boss or leader. As he gets the camera ready to record whatever is about to happen, the two men on either side of the bed begin to undress, my curious eyes darting back and forth between them.

Q coughs, pulling my attention back onto him, jealousy apparent in his familiar eyes. He undresses slowly, pulling a blindfold out of his pocket before his clothes end up in a messy heap on the floor.

"Please," I beg, shaking my head, getting a shooting pain down my spine.

"It's for your own good. You don't want to see what we're about to do to you, Little Freak," Q whispers to me, his tongueteasingly gliding along his bottom lip, then his top, as he leans in and secures the blindfold over my eyes once again.

"Forgive me, Ms. Saint, but your about to sin more than you ever have in your life... and we'll be the ones to turn you into that filthy sinner." He lies down beside me and quickly grabs my hips to roll me on top of him.

Right away, I feel his bare cock slap against my pussy, the thick head pushing through my lips. His grasp on my hips only tightens as he feverishly rocks me back and forth, the tip of his cock slapping my clit, my body jolting from the zaps.

"Put your hands on my fucking shoulders," he demands, just as one of the other men grabs my wrists and begins to unlock the cuffs, freeing my hands for the first time since I got here.

I quickly obey Q and lean forward slightly to place my hands on his muscular shoulders, digging my acrylic nails deep into his skin.

"You're going to be a good little slut, Ms. Saint, and take the three of us at once. Is that enough sinning for you, icicle?" The other masked man says, giving me a chill at the mention of the icicle, reminding me of the ice queen nickname Cole starting calling me after his father was murdered.

But I know it's my mind playing tricks on me, especially since I'm blindfolded again.

So I nod my head, hanging it. "Yes, sir," I whisper, not sure what to call him.

I feel the bed dip behind me, and a pair of cold hands wrap around my waist just above Q's warm hands. I gasp, trying to keep calm as the man behind me bends me over, pushing me against Q with my ass spread and lifted in the air. Feeling more exposed and vulnerable than I have this entire night, I bury my face in the crook of Q's armpit, as if he'll be the one to save me and make it all better.

But he doesn't.

He suddenly wraps his arms around my torso, pinning me down against him with all his strength, making it so I can't move. His lips brush against my cheek, slowly making their way to my ear.

"I know you've been fucked in the ass before," he growls slowly into my ear, giving me a chill. "But I can bet tonight will be like nothing you've ever had... my only advice for you, Ms. Saint, is to fucking breathe and try not to tense up."

He tugs my lobe between his teeth and nips at it hard, causing a hiss to slip from my lips that are pressed against his warm skin. Trying to listen to his advice, I close my eyes—even though I'm blindfolded—and try to think of a time when I felt good, hoping to distract myself from the inevitable pain.

Surprisingly, Q begins kissing my neck slow and sensual, rubbing soft, teasing circles at the small of my back, and it feels so fucking good my pussy drips arousal all over him. The man behind me slaps a cold, wet glob of lube or something over my ass, rubbing it all across my skin and down to my pussy, making sure I'm ready for him to fuck. Using his fingers, he inserts three inside me without warning, and I can instantly feel myself tensing from the blinding pain.

"Ow, fuck," I gasp, biting Q's shoulder to keep my painful sobs to a minimum.

"I promise it'll feel better real soon... it'll feel so fucking good with my cock buried in your ass and another in that tight cunt of yours." He thrusts his fingers in a rhythm, stretching my ass so his cock won't rip me apart, although I think it still might.

"Let me hear those sexy screams, Ms. Saint," Q speaks into my ear, his voice gravelly.

I moan instinctively as the man behind me thrusts into my ass with his fingers, using a corkscrew motion and going deeper and deeper each time. Q grabs my throat and squeezes tightly, pulling my mouth down to meet his.

The second I taste his wet lips brushing against mine, I relax against him, unbothered by the violent invasion taking over my ass. But with each thrust, the pain subsides, and I find myself willingly rocking against Q and into the other man's fingers, wondering where the third man is and what he has planned.

"I can make her scream for you," the man fucking my ass with his fingers says, suddenly pulling them out of me.

I freeze, my nails digging into Q's shoulders as a sudden, sharp, blinding pain shoots from my ass up my spine and down the back of my legs. A feral scream rips from my throat as he slams his cock into me, holding my hips in a vice grip.

"Ahh, good fucking girl," Q grunts, easing me up slightly and sliding his cock into my pussy while the man behind me uses wild, desperate strokes to fill my ass entirely.

My body throbs. My hands shake, trying to hold onto Q for dear life, and a sudden wetness begins to drop between my thighs as both men fuck me mercilessly. As I go to open my mouth to let out another scream, my head is roughly jerked to the side, and the third man pushes his cock between my lips, forcing a gag out of me almost instantly. With a strong grip on my hair, tugging while his hips buck, he plows his thick cock into my mouth relentlessly, the swollen tip slamming against the back of my throat.

"Suck me. Don't make me do all the work, Ms. Saint," he commands in a deep growl, yanking on my hair once more.

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