This man is silent, merely grunting as he gives me the most brutal throat fuck of my life. I force myself not to gag on his cock, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of seeing me struggle with his impressive length.
Another load of cum explodes in my mouth, but this time I can’t swallow. I’m so desperate for oxygen I gasp the moment he pulls out, long strings of his load dripping down my chest and I’m assuming, all over the floor.
“Bad girl,” the leader clicks his tongue. “I’ll let it slide this time that you didn’t swallow, but you better try extra hard with the next fucking cock. Otherwise, I’ll have to force you to lick up the load off the ground, and that won’t be so nice once it dries down, will it?”
I whimper, shaking my head. If only I weren’t wearing the blindfold - I could beg so much better with my eyes.
It makes me wonder with horror if I’ll be blindfolded the whole time they keep me here. The terrifying thought sends goosebumps erupting all over my skin. Maybe these men don’t want me seeing them, ever.
Why does that thought fill me with such fear?
One, because I’m afraid they’re going to kill me if I ever get to see their faces.
Two, because I badly want to see the first man that came in here to torture me.
A flush creeps into my cheeks and this time, I’m grateful for the blindfold covering up my traitorous blushing.
I can’t help it.
Something in me calls out to something in him, and I know I didn’t imagine the connection we had in the beginning. But now he’s gone back on it, hurting me like I mean nothing at all.
My lips tighten into a line as another man steps before me. He’s gentler than the two before, caressing my cheek with his thumb before invitingly placing his cockhead against my lips. I don’t react though, refusing to give him what he wants.
This earns me a light slap on the cheek, and he mutters, “Suck.”
Tentatively, my tongue peeks out between my lips and I lick him, filling my mouth with his taste.
“I didn’t say lick,” the man growls at me. “I said fucking suck.”
With those words, he pushes deeper into my mouth, filling me to the brim with his taste and girth. I swallow back a cry and allow him to use me, because I know if I don’t, their punishment will be swift and merciless. Unfortunately, during my time with my husband, I’ve learned retribution comes fast when I disobey his friends. And I’m not risking bruises, broken bones or worse, for the sake of my long-gone dignity.
Embarrassingly, I realize I’m getting turned on by the torture these men are putting me through. My clit is throbbing for attention and I have to stop myself from reaching between my legs and rubbing it.
Only now am I realizing how mean the no orgasm rule is. At least before I could get something out of the cruel torture I was subjected to. But not here. Here, I’ll have to endure this without the reprieve of an orgasm.
“Get to fucking work, fast,” the leader tells me. “We don’t have all day. Finish him.”
Am I imagining it, or is there a hint of jealousy in his voice?
A self-satisfied smirk fights its way onto my face, but is quickly wiped away as the man pumps his powerful hips against my mouth. I struggle against him, choking on his cock, but he pays it no mind. He jams it all the way down my throat. This one doesn’t even give me a choice of whether I want to swallow his seed. He comes down my throat, spilling his load inside me without me even being forced to taste it.
I decide it’s a small mercy.
As he pulls his still throbbing and hard cock from inside my throat, I gasp for air and wipe away the traces of them all from my lips.
Before I can catch my breath, I feel water being sprayed on me. I shriek as the cold droplets contact my skin, shaking beneath the force I’m being sprayed with. My body trembles as I listen to the other men walk out of the room, leaving me alone with who I’m assuming is my captor. It must be the man from before. Seems like he’s running everything in this place and all the others follow his orders.
“You may take your blindfold off,” he tells me in his deep voice.
My fingers tremble as I reach for the fabric covering my eyes. With shaky hands, I untie it and take it off, keeping my eyes trained on the ground. I can’t bring myself to look at the man who did this to me just yet.
Instead, I notice the black water pooling on the floor beneath my feet. My hands fly up to my hair, now drenched in ice cold liquid. They come away black.