Page 104 of Devil's Bargain

I swallow down more drool, my lips stretched thin around the gag.

He begins slamming into me with no care that my back chafes on the hard floor or that I’m crying. He knows the fat tears on my cheeks are ones of pleasure and shame.

The other two men continue talking and smoking.

When he’s done, and his cum is seeping out of me, the silver-haired man stubs out his cigar and walks over. He sinks down to his knees and flips me over. With my cheek pressed against the hard floor, I stare at Salt and Pepper’s shiny shoes while Silver uses the cum between my legs to lube up my ass.

He grabs a fistful of my hair and works his cock inside.

I squirm at the burning intrusion. It feels so fucking good and wrong! Who the hell are these men?

“Good girl, that’s it!” he groans as he bottoms out.

I’m a very good girl! A very fucking good one indeed!

He wraps both hands around my neck and begins riding my ass until I don’t know my own name anymore.

His big cock inside me, his hands wrapped tightly around my throat, and his filthy words drive me over the edge as he comes with a long groan.

“Good girl!” he praises, rising to his feet and walking over to the others. Salt and Pepper hands him a glass of whisky.

I turn my head so I’m staring at the opposite wall. I don’t want them to see me cry.

“We’ve got a lot of fucking money riding on this case.”

Someone grunts in agreement. “All the witnesses have been silenced. Mark made sure of it.”

“Good.”

I’m pulled up by my arm. It’s not gentle. Salt and Pepper drags me over and pushes me down on the glass coffee table. The surface is cold against my bare back as I stare upwards. The ceiling lamp is on one of those old-fashioned ones with diamond drops. It looks expensive.

I’m pulled back from my thoughts when I feel a hot mouth on my pussy, nibbling, and licking. I moan around the gag and lift my head.

Salt and Pepper is feasting on me.

This time the tears do spillover. Everything else I can handle, but this is too much. I feel like my chest has been torn open as he plunges his finger inside my sore pussy.

“Does she taste as good as she looks?”

Salt and Pepper rubs my clit with his thumb. “So much better!”

He dives back down, sucking on my clit.

Silver slides down on his knees next to me and takes my nipple in his hot mouth, pulling it away with his teeth before soothing the hurt with his tongue.

My shoulders ache in their joints. I try the restraint again, but it’s no use. I’m at their mercy until they’re finished playing with me like a fancy toy they want to ruin. A Barbie with her hair cut off and her limbs torn from their sockets.

The brown-haired guy sucks on the cigar, eyeing me through lowered lashes. His cock is in his hand again.

I watch him stroke the thick, veiny length, his hand moving up, his thumb brushing over the slit.

Silver tweaks my other nipple, and the brown-haired man traps the cigar between his lips and lowers himself down on his knees next to my face. He removes the ball gag and thrusts his cock into my mouth.

Puffing on his cigar, he fucks my mouth lazily while Salt and Pepper swirls his tongue faster and harder.

The dick inside my mouth hits the back of my throat and I come, gagging and convulsing, writhing on the table.

They continue their torturous assault on my body, not letting up.

When the wave recedes, Salt and Pepper rises up on his knees. He grasps his cock and slides it into my dripping pussy.

As he watches his dick move inside me, he smirks. “I said you would like this party, sweet angel.”

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