I feel like a queen throughout the movie.

On my left, Malachi has laid claim to my left hand and forearm and spoils me with the most intimate hand massage of my life. His larger hand is a blanket around mine as he weaves our fingers together and rhythmically slides his fingers through mine, slowly and sensually, placing emphasis on the forward motion of each pass as if he were penetrating my fingers with his. When he massages my palm, his fingers work my tissue slow with increasing depth while his opposite hand cradles my hand from behind. His caresses send currents of desire into my palms that travel through my arms and abdomen into my groin.

Max, who is sitting to my right, feeds me popcorn one kernel at a time, placing each piece tenderly onto my waiting tongue. Before pulling away, his fingertips pause to brush my bottom lip. I get the sense that his attention is more on watching me chew than on the film.

With his arms around me, Leo's hands are in continual motion, his fingertips gently grazing my abdomen, my right forearm, the tops and outer sides of my thighs, and my chest between my breasts. His touch isn't overtly sexual, but his careful attention awakens my senses and tantalizes my more intimate areas nearby into craving his touch.

Meanwhile, the beautiful love story between Ryan Gosling and Rachel McAdams plays on screen, stirring up feels of longing inside of me for romance and connection. Of course, memories of Jaimie threaten to drift into my consciousness, but I determinedly push them and all of the accompanying feelings away anytime they try to surface and focus instead on the three men showering me in their affection. By the time the movie is three quarters of the way through, both my heart and my body are screaming for increased intimacy and connection with the men touching me.

In tune with my increasing need, his touches gradually expand to new territory. His caresses of my belly shift progressively lower to tease the area just above me pubic bone. My breath catches as my pussy responds to his nearby touch with yearning. As my pelvis starts to arch into his touch, his fingers sweep across to my thighs, crossing over the invisible boundary from earlier to explore my inner thighs, which shift open in invitation.

A soft moan escapes my lips as my skin tingles in excitement with each sweep of his fingertips. At this point I've lost connection to what is happening on screen, and despite the residual throbbing in my pussy from the abuse I suffered earlier in the forest, I can feel my sore tissues swelling and opening in eager anticipation of Leo's touch. In response to my body's gradual unfurling, Leo whispers ever so softly in my ear, "Good girl."

At his words, I abandon all pretense of focusing on the movie, and I let my head fall back onto Leo's shoulder. In response, he slips a hand under my sweatpants and cups my naked swollen pussy. The feel of his warm and solid hand against my wet and needy tissues has me trembling and arching my pelvis into his hand, helpless to do anything but submit to the electric explosion of pleasure. Ever so gently, he eases two fingers between my wet inner lips and massages the slippery walls of my entrance in a circular pattern.

I groan louder this time, and my legs part further as the primal part of my brain accepts and embraces the inevitable truth—that my body is his to do with as he pleases.

Two large hands land on each of my thighs, spreading them further; I gasp at the sudden sensation of a warm tongue between my inner lips, the tip sinking inside of me while Leo's fingers shift to my clit, stroking gently. The last piece of information my eyes send to my brain before pleasure has me helplessly spriralling into subspace is a glimpse of Max holding my legs open with his mouth between my legs before my view of Max is obstructed by Malachi stepping overtop of me in a straddle position.

Then I'm only vaguely aware of my head being forced back by a hand under my chin and my mouth reflexively opening to accept a cock inside.

I moan around the cock as it slides balls deep until I'm gagging around it. It pulls back slightly, allowing me to get my gagging under control before it slides deep again. This time I enjoy the sensation of the cock filling me deep and balls pressing against my face. The pleasure of the warm tongue and the caressing of my clit becomes more than I can handle, and I cry out around the cock as I convulse around the tongue inside of me.

After my orgasm subsides, the tongue pulls away, and I'm left feeling dazed. Leo continues to work my clit while keeping a hand firmly under my chin, holding my head far back in position with my throat still fully open for the cock. I am helpless to do anything but stay relaxed until I feel the pulse of cum spurting down my throat.

When the cock pulls out of my throat, I blink my eyes open to re-orient and see Malachi grinning at me as he removes himself from straddling me.

At this point, Max speaks up. "I need that wet cunt riding my cock. Now."

I still feel dazed from my orgasm when Malachi lifts me from where I lay sprawled between Leo's legs and lowers me slowly with Leo's help onto Max's waiting cock. I moan in both pleasure and pain as his length and width slowly sinks inside of my wet pussing, forcing my sore and swollen tissues to accomodate him. Thankfully, my arousal and orgasm has me fully opened up and lubricated, minimizing the discomfort. Still feeling disoriented from my passive state of blissful surrender, I don't realize that I am sitting motionless on Max's cock until he manually moves my hips for me with his hands around my waist.

The movement rouses me from my trance, and I shift my focus to riding Max's cock.

"Ass or mouth, slut?" Leo says, looking down at me and stroking his cock. I blink up at him in surprise and choose mouth by process of elimination— the man in the woods did some damage to my ass.

"As you wish," he says. "Help her out, Malachi."

I gasp in surprise, when my head is yanked back by my hair. Leo positions himself with a foot planted on either side of Max's shoulders and slides his cock to the back of my tongue, taking immediate advantage of my opened up throat.

I moan against his balls as he thrusts deep. I freeze again on Max's cock, trying to catch my bearings. Max's hands guide me back into motion while Leo matches our rhythm with his cock bobbing in and out of my throat. My overwhelm fades as I surrender to the guys' lead, allowing my body to be a willing and pliable recipient of their thrusting cocks. All other thoughts melt away as I meditate on their rhythm. An image of the three of us melting into one entity comes to mind as I fully surrender my pussy and throat, allowing them as deep inside of me as possible.

Leo comes first, my throat eagerly accepting his offering. I feel a strange sense of loss when he pulls out, leaving me empty. With my head now free to move, I sink forward onto my forearms, craving to acheive a greater sense of intimacy with Max, though Max promptly rolls me onto my back, taking the dominant position. I don't mind. With the weight of him pressing into me I feel closer to him and more easily able to open up further for him.

I lift my legs into the air, bringing my knees to my ears, encouraging as much depth as possible. Perhaps it's my pending purchasing that has me suddenly desperate for connection, but I find that I can't get close enough to him.

"Max," I say huskily. "Would you kiss me?"

His eyes widen in surprise, but he nods and leans forward, bringing his mouth to mine. I moan when our lips come together, delighting in the connection I'd been craving. My moan seems to spur him on; he deepens the kiss, his tongue claiming my mouth.

Our kiss takes on a sense of urgency as we hungrily devour each other. The experience of having Max alone inside of me is rare— it allows me to focus on him in a way that I am not usually able to. Combined with the knowledge that this might be the last time that we ever connect like this, I become wild with a passionate need to deepen our connection.

"Harder! Fuck me harder!" I cry.

Max wraps a hand around my throat and pounds me deep, hard, and fast. My vagina is sore from being raped, but the pain only adds to the intensity of the moment. We are two sex crazed beings, feeding off of each others' energy. I let the pain and passion of our connection cleanse my body of the fear filled helplessness of my earlier rape in the forest. Then I channel all of my fear and uncertainty of the coming week into accepting Max's cock. I'm crying, both from the friction of his cock against my torn walls and from the heartbreak of being purchased and taken from my guys, but if Max is alarmed, he doesn't let on.

I've never come from pain before, so I'm not expecting to, but the rising tension suddenly demands a release. and an orgasm hits me suddenly and unexpectedly. My sudden tightening must push him over the edge because as my pussy is contracting, his movements also freeze, and for several moments our bodies quake against each other as we ride the waves of bliss.

***Author's note: this excerpt is part of a full lengthed novel: Pretty Little Whore: A Freeuse Society of Hedone novel, BOOK 2