Page 23 of Unchained
“Close your eyes, Deacon.”
“Why?”
“So you don’t see who it is touching you.” She grabbed my hand. “No matter what, don’t let go.”
I closed my eyes and allowed myself to be consumed by the mass of bodies fucking on the floor. I kept my arm around Stephanie, holding her close. A hand touched my cock, and I was suddenly entering Stephanie’s warm pussy.
“Fuck, you feel good, Deacon.”
I started to reply, but my mind became cloudy as if everything around me moved in slow motion. Moans and voices became distorted.
“What’s happening to us?”
Someone pressed against my back, their skin sliding freely against mine. I reached back, my fingers exploring between legs, finding a woman’s slit. She pressed her mons against my ass, pressing forward each time I entered Stephanie.
Despite Stephanie’s suggestion to keep my eyes closed, I looked toward the stage, watching Veronica stare at the debauchery playing out in front of her.
But no matter how hard I tried to slither toward Veronica, I couldn’t seem to make my body go.
I kissed Stephanie again and, at least for that moment, let the thoughts of Veronica fade.
Stephanie moved on top of me, her breasts glistening, her nipples hard and succulent. I looked down and watched her move slowly up and down, my cock covered in her lathery cream. She looked behind her, and I then felt someone on my legs. A moment later, another cock, stiff and throbbing, slid inside her, pressing against my cock.
I could honestly say I’d never been part of double penetration, but the sudden assault fueled my thrusts into Stephanie. My mind swirled, and as the other man and I fucked Stephanie, stretching her tight delectable hole, I moved harder and harder, wanting to out fuck the other guy.
Grunts and moans filled the lustful room. Stephanie’s head lolled side to side, her mind cast into oblivion as two men had their way with her.
I looked toward Veronica once more and managed to shake the cloudiness from my head. I’d had the same sensation months ago after having my drink laced with ecstasy.
Veronica’s dark smile made it obvious she was pleased with everyone’s participation. I had the feeling even worse awaited me. She looked in my direction, and her smile waned. Her eyes were dark and deliberate. Then she silently whispered, “You are mine.”
I didn’t believe in hell or demons or the paranormal, but I did believe Veronica was the most wicked person I’d ever laid eyes on.
A warmth surrounded my cock, and Stephanie whimpered. She fell forward, and the man behind her moved on, my cock remaining in her stretched hole.
The lights dimmed, and blue lights illuminated all around the room. Veronica grabbed her microphone, and the room fell silent.
“I think it’s time for our monthly offering.” Stephanie tried to pull forward but once again got pulled into the ongoing orgy.
Veronica walked around on the stage, her ass barely covered by thongs, her heels clicking, her breasts gently swaying beneath the see-through robe. She was a mesmerizing figure who stood on the stage alone. “Bring out the cross.”
Veronica stepped aside, and two naked men, their bodies shiny, their cocks erect, wheeled out onto stage a large wooden X, a strap at the end of each plank.
“Fuck,” Stephanie murmured. “Where’s Chrissy?”
I pointed near the stage, where Veronica was helping her up. “What’s happening?”
Stephanie tried pushing through the bodies again, but moving was like trying to walk through a foot of mud. “Chrissy!”
Veronica moved Chrissy to the wooden X, and the two men strapped her in. Chrissy looked around until she saw the two of us. A frown worked across her lips, and she closed her eyes.
“What’re they doing?” I tried to stand, but Stephanie pulled me back down. A woman grabbed my cock and started sucking me off. I reached toward the stage, trying to pull away from the woman whose mouth had engulfed my entire length. A swirling started in the pit of my stomach, a second woman pumping my balls. I was being drawn beneath bodies, the light in the room fading. A man crawled over me and tried to stick his erection in my mouth. I punched him in the face, and he fell over, blanketed by writhing bodies.
Two more women moved over me, one sitting on my stomach, the other moving her plump ass to my face, burying her asshole against my mouth.
The woman on my mouth rocked back and forth, her asshole opening against my mouth. I desperately tried to push her away, but hands grabbed my wrists and pinned them beneath bodies.
I called for Stephanie, but my mind was quickly fading. The woman raised up, allowing me a breath and then spread her ass on my face again. Both will and strength were beginning to fade. I saw the darkness Veronica had intended. She spoke to the mass of squirming bodies. From the corner of my eye, I could see the stage. Could see Chrissy strapped to the planks.
