Egle, dressed only in her black lingerie, sat herself down onto the dining chair that was presented in the middle of the empty room, her body quivering with the anxiety building inside. Her striking grey eyes highlighted with a black ring, often filled with confidence, now showed the slightest hint of fear as they scanned the room, watching the chiseled masked men circle her. The bright overhead lights shone off her freshly coloured Violet hair that fell softly around her face.

Her movements displayed her unease as the soft velvety ropes were tied firmly around her wrists, Egle’s breathing became shallow gasps as her dream was becoming a reality. With her hands now bound securely around the back of the chair, her vulnerability was becoming more evident in her expression. Her fingers twitched at the robe, betraying her attempt to stay still and composed.

A sharp gasp of breath parted her bright ruby lips as one of the men came forward, satin black blindfold in hand. As it blackened her vision, disorientation washed over her, she was now at the men’s mercy. Another exhale as fingers sent sparks coursing through her skin as they gently pulled at her left bra strap, pulling it down her arm. More fingers start pulling at her other strap, these being rough and impatient, ripping it off at the seam.

The events Egle as longed for started to unfold, five pairs of rough hands grabbing, pinching and playfully slapping at her soft delicate skin. Every touch sending the feeling of sparks all over her body. Her breasts set free by more rough pulling, leaving the soft material barrier in tatters on floor. The harsh wet lips now attaching to her exposed nipples, rough warm tongues salivating all over her breasts.

A shockwave pulsed through her as the hand grabbing at her thigh found its way to the top, to her dripping wet cunt. With the hand now furiously rubbing at her engorged clitoris she could stop the gasps and moans escaping her mouth. The building orgasm, the first of many from this evening, forcing Egle’s mouth open as she shrieked in undeniable pleasure.

As Egle shrieked, two hands balled into fists around her violet hair, grabbing tight as they pulled her head forward, her tongue feeling the large head of a cock start pushing its way in. Her imagination giving her a picture of what it must look like, someone rubbing her hard, while another started fucking her mouth, two more sucking and slapping her breast, the feeling and picture in her mind sent her over the edge. Her muffled scream came out as she came hard.

Egle’s mind now focused on the timing of her breaths, in then out as the cock slides in and out of her throat. With this focus she was surprised when the hand that was pleasuring her down below suddenly ripped her underwear off, in one sharp hard tug, that now also lay in tatters on the floor. “Breath in, now out” Egle told her self in her mind, the ripping taking her mind out of the rhythm for a moment.

In a flash, her folds were parted as two thick rough fingers delved into her warm, dripping hole. At the same time the cock invading her throat thrust deep then held her there. Egle’s eyes widened as the involuntary tears welled up, her mind making the panic wash over her as she struggled to breath. The fingers inside causing the panic be mixed with a wash of pleasure. She coughed and spluttered as she choked on this strangers cock.

Finally a gasp of air came in as her saliva dripped of her bright red lip, landing on the top of her breasts, above the men enjoying her nipples. As the next orgasm started building inside her, she heard one of them, “my turn.” Said a gruff voice. Her left nipple was free, wet with saliva causing a slight chill, making it stay erect.

Still gasping, catching her breath another two hands took the back of her head, then the new cock entered her mouth. She welcomed it, the salty pre-cum coating her tongue. The pressure of the impending orgasms reaching boiling point as the fingers hooked inside her, stroking her favourite spots.