I hear the front door open and the sound of men’s voices. They get louder as they make their way upstairs, but they head to a different room. I bring myself back to a sitting position, my heart beating faster. I hear steps coming my way, and I hold my breath as the door to my room swings open.

“We’re ready for you, baby girl.”

Alarm floods through my system. I remember the men at the table. I don’t know how many there were, as I had obediently kept my head down, except when I had accidentally glanced up at Ryan. I didn’t see any of the other men though. Judging by their voices, I would guess there were four or five of them, including the director.

The director approaches me, and I feel him grab me by my bound wrists, yanking me to my feet. “I hope you’re feeling rested, my dear, because you’ve got a full evening ahead of you.”

My stomach lurches in fear.

“Walk.” He says firmly. He places a hand around the back of my neck and propels me out of the room.

Walking blind adds to my anxiety. We’re moving quickly, and I fear tripping and falling down. The voices of the other men get louder as we approach them. I know that they’re in front of me when they start mocking me.

“Ah, there’s our pretty princess!” The voices are loud and obnoxious, like they’d been drinking, and I get the impression that I’m being surrounded. The director releases his hold on my neck, and I wish he hadn’t. I felt grounded by his familiar touch. Now I feel lost in a sea of men.

“We missed you, sweet slut.” I hear one of them say, as I feel a hand on my neck and a mouth kiss mine.

“Are you ready for a good time?” Says another into my ear, as he snakes an arm around my waist. Someone has their hands in my hair; someone else squeezes my ass. I feel overwhelmed. There are too many voices coming at me from all directions and too many hands.

The men are laughing. At me, I presume. I want the blindfold off. If I could see I might feel a little less helpless and disorientated.

“Please, stop!” I cry out. “Where’s the director?” I’m fighting back tears.

I hear a chuckle. “I’m right here, baby girl. What is it that you need?”

“Please. Will you take the blindfold off?”

“No. It’s all part of the fun. Any other questions?” He sounds amused. It makes me angry.

“I… it’s too much sir!”

“I know that, baby girl. I assumed it would be. It’s okay to be overwhelmed. You don’t have to do anything but relax and obey. We’ll do the rest. Now. I don’t want any more talking from you, or we’ll have to gag you, which would be a shame cause we want to make use of your pretty mouth.”

“W-Wait! I do have a question. H-How many men are here?”

He laughs. “Does it matter, baby? Will it comfort you to know how many cocks will be penetrating you tonight? I have invited four guests over. Now, you will be quiet. In fact, we can help you out with that. Get on your knees.”

I whimper and fall to my knees, trembling.

“Good girl. Now open your mouth.

She’s ready. Any takers?”

I feel a hand grab hold of my hair, yanking it back. My cry is cut short by a cock forcing its way inside my mouth. He immediately goes far too deep for my comfort level, and I gag in response.

“Take it, bitch.”

I try, I really do, but if he doesn’t remove his cock from my throat, like now, I am vomiting for sure. Instead of pulling back, the man grabs my hair and starts fucking my throat. And… I’m vomiting.

The man pulls himself out and slaps my face hard. “You can’t handle a cock, bitch?” Heat fills my face.

“Will someone wipe her face off?” I hear someone else say. “I don’t want vomit on my cock.”

I feel a cloth wiped forcefully across my face. A glass of water is pushed against my lips, and I gratefully take several sips.

“Well hopefully her stomach is empty now. I’m dying to get my cock in that pretty mouth. Open wide, slut!”

Once again my mouth is filled. And once again he forces himself too deep. I gag again. He laughs. He holds my hair tight, but he does ease up his depth a bit. “Suck me, bitch!”

I obey, feeling grateful for a slight reprieve.

“Ahh, yeah; that’s it, baby. Mmmm. Good girl!”

His encouragement spurs me on. I suck, trying to take him deeper.

I give a jolt when I feel fingers groping under my dress behind me.

“Don’t mind him, baby girl; you just keep pleasing me with your mouth.”

I continue to suck, but I am thoroughly distracted by what’s going on at my back end. There’s a finger probing my asshole. Go away!

If I had any say in this, I’d be smacking that hand away in a heartbeat, but I don’t have any say, so I force myself to be still and passive. The finger pushes inside of me, and I cringe. My ass has been used and abused too many times: it’s rarely pleasant. Only Jamie makes it feel good. This man’s finger, however, feels like a violation. It’s infuriating to have a complete stranger poking his finger into the most private part of me. He sticks in a second finger and I groan in protest.

“Shh… Relax, little one. You ass needs to be prepared for a good fucking.” I feel his fingers rotate in a circle, slowly stretching me.

My jaw is tired. How long will I be expected to suck this guy? I release him from my mouth and use my tongue to lick him instead. Luckily, he doesn’t complain.

“I want a turn with our little toy.” I hear another voice say. “Bring her over to the couch, so I can access her cunt. Her other holes will be up for grabs.”

No-no-no! I think in a panic. I’m yanked to my feet by my hair, and I let out a cry.

Hands grab me around the waist from behind and push me forward. I stumble, and nearly fall, but another set of hands is ready for me. Jesus. I’ve been manhandled before, but this takes the term to a whole new level. I’m momentarily lifted off my feet, and then I’m landing on a bare male body. I cry out in fear.

“Are you ready to have your sweet pussy fucked, little one?” Someone whispers in my ear.

I feel sick. I keep thinking I’m a seasoned slut, only to experience a whole new level of fucking. I’ve never been kept in the dark as to the identity of the men who fuck me. It’s incredibly unsettling.

“Open your legs.”

I whimper in protest. “Be a good girl. Open your legs for me. Or I will force them open, and then you will be punished for your disobedience.”

I spread my legs. He forces his hard dick inside of me while I cry, uselessly.

“Shut up, bitch.” He mutters under his breath. “Little sluts need to be fucked. Now, show me what a good little slut you can be. Rock your hips.”

I force myself to ride the anonymous cock. Like I did just hours earlier with Rachel, I try to withdraw to some far recess of my mind.

Another voice speaks up from behind me, causing me to tense. “I love watching your hips move. It’s time to claim that ass of yours.” I hear the sound of spitting, which must be what he’s wiping on my asshole. I cringe, waiting for the pain.

I feel him place his tip at my back entrance, and then thrust inside my ass. I cry out at the sudden intrusion. Burning pain shoots through my backside, causing tears to gather behind my blindfold and escape out the bottom.

“Please, sir; it hurts!”

He only snickers and pushes in further, eliciting another cry of pain from me.

He leans forward to whisper into my ear. “I know it does, sweetheart. The pain you’re feeling is the sensation of me claiming you.”

He thrusts into me again. “Give yourself to me and the pain will lessen. The pain is a reminder that your body is not your own. Tonight, you belong to us.”

He thrusts again.

“You will give us your holes, willingly, or you suffer and have your holes taken against your will.” He wraps a hand around my throat. “Either way, we will take you entirely, each taking our turns with you until you have fully surrendered each of your holes to every single one of us.

He thrusts again.

“So, relax, little slut. The state your body is in now, sandwiched between two cocks, that’s where it belongs. You have two choices: resist and suffer, or you can surrender, and we might even let you enjoy it.

Now. You’ve been neglecting the order you were given to pleasure this man’s cock by moving your hips, so start wiggling, bitch!

He thrusts into my ass hard, and I cry out again, but I start rocking my hips, riding the cock skewering my cunt, as the beast behind me matches my movements with his own cock.

My ass has stopped spasming and seems to have adjusted to the intrusion of his girth. Now I just feel overwhelmingly full. I’ve never had two cocks inside of me at the same time before.

The men who frequent the CCC are lonely and horny men looking for a quick fuck. They aren’t very imaginative. I had certainly been fucked by multiple men in succession on many occasions, but never at the same time. It’s overwhelming.

I suddenly hear the director’s voice somewhere nearby. “Are you having fun, Jaycee?”

I moan in response, and the director laughs.

“I thought so.

Now. There are five of us here. You have three holes, so we already have no choice but to take turns with you. It would be a shame not to make the best use of all that our toy has to offer. Wasteful really.

So, you’re going to open that pretty cock hole, and you’re going to take my cock into your mouth, while you continue to pleasure my guests with your other holes. Got it?

Open your fucking mouth, Jaycee!”

Oh my god. I open my mouth, and what I assume is the director’s cock enters my remaining hole- mouth! Fuck. I’m starting to objectify myself!

The man filling my pussy speaks up. “I’m going to fill you with my cum, cunt. Keep riding me with that tight pussy of yours. Ah, yeah. Mmm!”

He tightens and I feel him unloading himself into me. Oh god. The man in my ass seems spurred on by the other’s orgasm, and he picks up his pace.

“Are you ready for your second load, slut? You’re going to be so full of cum by the time we’re done with you and lucky for you, I recharge quickly.” He groans loudly and releases.

He pulls out as the director grips my hair and fucks my mouth. I’m still on top of the other man, his softening cock resting in my pussy.

“This load is going down your throat, Jaycee. I want cum dripping out of all your holes. You’ll be a true cum slut.”

He is now fucking my throat deep, and I’m gagging. I feel his warm cum unload down my throat, which causes me to retch. The director pulls out, but grabs my face at the cheeks. “Swallow!”

I swallow, but then I’m vomiting. I don’t know where, because I’m still blind.

“Nasty, Jaycee. Once we’re done here, we’ll have you clean up all your mess. For now, we’ll move this party to the bedroom. Vomiting won’t get you off the hook!”

He grabs my hair and pulls me off the couch. There is cum mixed with vomit, as well as snot on my face and cum leaking out of my pussy and ass. I’m crying and trembling. I feel dizzy and nauseous, and I stumble as I try to keep up with the director.

The carpet turns to tile. I hear water running and then feel a wet washcloth on my face. I’m grateful for that small mercy. Then he’s pulling me back onto the carpet. He opens a door and tosses me onto a bed. With my arms bound, I am unable to catch myself, and I land on my face.

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