Page 51 of Their Cruel Love

“I did,” Marcus answers. “I found nothing much of interest. Here, on the other hand, is this girl called Phoebe. Need lube?”

“On the other hand…” Razor laughs. He pulls his hand from beneath me. “Yes, I will.”

I hear the squelch of lube being squeezed out.

I’m beginning to think dessert is not going to be eaten tonight. I swallow and try to flinch my butt away from Razor’s slippery fingers.

“Not there? Please?” I whimper as one finger finds the spot and probes and circles.

“It’s going in, you know this. Wriggle all you like.” It slides into me, and I gasp and stiffen. “There. What’snothing of interest?”

“Sky. Ruins. A padlocked trapdoor in the middle. No, I didn’t force it. Make her sit on your cock while I make her come.” Marcus takes one of my very erect nipples between finger and thumb, and it feels as if he’s crushed it flat. I keen, trying not to be loud, and buck forward as I try to escape him. Razor tightens his arm about my neck.

A second later, a clamp squashes onto my nipple.Now, it’s crushed.

This time I scream, briefly. And he’s whispering to me as I jerk and shudder and hiss. “You can take it. You can take it.” I can, I realize. Then he does the other nipple.

I decide that swearingfuckover and over is enough, and I’m panting hard and doing that even as Razor grumbles out more words.

“I’m not trying to fuck her sitting. Do your thing as you wish to. I’m putting her here.”

I’m raised and bent over the table, settled with my clamped breasts pressing into the hard surface. It is a lesson in pain, and in not squeaking endlessly.

I’m distracted by the sound of a condom packet being torn open, then a cock tries to enter my pre-lubed asshole.

“Relax, sweetheart. It’s happening and in front of this worked-up crowd. Half of them are fucking each other now anyway.”

A vibe starts to buzz and is touched lightly to my clit. Marcus is under the table. Automatically, at the rise of pleasure, I spread my thighs, just a little. Then even further as its pushed into me firmly. My thighs start to tremble. I’m opening my mouth and making noises I will be ashamed of later.

Marcus is definitely evil.

I’m stiffening and ready to come, despite Razor trying to shove his cock in and the small pains as it’s worked into me, stretching my entrance. I can almostfeelmy ass relaxing as the buzz from the vibe rumbles deep, turning me on so hard, so quickly. I gasp into the tablecloth, my feet are pushing at the floor, and I’m going up on tiptoes.

The gap below the blindfold cloth lets me see, some. A spoon tinkles as it gets pushed aside.

I’m groaning, and so fucking close to coming.

Then…said cock pokes me, breaches me and fucks itself inward, sliding all the way. The vibe is switched off, and I’m pleading for it again, begging, even as Razor finds a smooth rhythm and rams himself in a little harder, pulls out, in again. The table moves with each thrust.

Then a tongue is applied to my clit.

“Oh god!” I splutter into the cloth, wetting it with drool as my face is squashed and slides. My thighs are parting, flexing, stiffening as I’m forced toward orgasm, again, and everyone is surely watching us, or me.

“That’s my girl,” one of them says, and that evil mouth sucks and keeps sucking, the tongue tip lying on my clit.

I buck and shudder one last time, bowing upward off the table as I come and come. The handcuffs are hurting my wrists because I’m straining.

Then…I’m lying there recovering, panting hard, and the men switch places. Razor has pulled out of me.

“It’s me now, girl,” Marcus says, spearing in as I let out a small yelp. “Be good for me too. I need to come inside this hole and make it mine.”

“Ours,” Razor says. The squishy sounds are from his hand, I think. He’s jerking off? A moment later come splatters over my face. “You can christen her ass, tonight. I did her face.”

His hand smears across my cheek, wiping off come, and I’m thinking he’s cleaning me, until his fingers turn up, pushing inside my mouth.

Marcus is still deep in me, but I’m done. I’m exhausted, and my muscles feel too weak to let me do anything more than open my eyes and breathe. Then, he grunts and grabs both of my ass cheeks, strangling them as he jams himself in until he’s fully against my ass. From the way he’s staying there,with his thighs pushing at me, from the sensation inside, he’s coming.

“Suck me off, Phoebe. Clean me up, and I’ll take off those clamps,” Razor reminds me.

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