I closed my eyes and zoned out, falling deep into my mind as the male voices around me spoke about me and their viewers. I felt a prick of pain in my neck before I was floating. A low moan escaped me as someone started massaging around my pussy.
“Dude, what are you doing? Fuck her already,” someone said.
“Not into dry pussy. It’s better when its gushing for you.”
“Then go last, by the time we’re finished with her, she’ll be gushing for you.” Male voices snickered around the room.
I didn’t know how many men there were, but I had a feeling I knew who they were: Dax’s crew. He was going to share me with them after all.
I couldn’t help the moan that escaped me as he continued to massage my pussy lips and mound. Again, laughter echoed around the room, but I was too far gone to care. Whatever it was that they injected me with kept me feeling nice and floaty, everything was heightened.
“Keep going,” the camera man said. “The viewers are into it. They want to see her squirt.”
The other guy chuckled. “Sure thing.”
I was helpless to stop him as his fingers danced over my skin. Rubbing and pulling, he plucked gently at my labia and clit, before he slowly inserted a finger inside me. It was torture in a different way as he slid his finger in and out, swirling it around before he slipped in a second finger alongside the first.
I moaned loudly as he worked my core.
More laughter around the room. “Play with her tits.”
“Clamp them.”
“Nah, let me play first.”
I didn’t know who was speaking, there were too many men in the room. Someone plucked and pulled and pinched my nipples. Arching my back, I tried to get more from them as I moaned loudly.
“She fucking loves this. Such a dirty whore.”
The fingers in my cunt abruptly changed their rhythm from a slow sliding fucking, to a concentrated circling as they hooked upwards inside me and pressed against my top wall. “Ohhhh.” I moaned low in my throat, throwing my head back in pleasure.
“That’s it,” the guy in front of me murmured. “So close now.” He pressed his fingers harder to that spot inside me and jerked his fingers faster.
I screamed as I came with an earth-shattering orgasm that crashed over me, and a very large amount of fluid gushed out of me, soaking the hand between my legs and the bed beneath my ass.
Cheers were yelled around the room, both in excitement and in awe, like they’d never seen a woman squirt before. “She fucking likes it!”
I was lost to the pleasure and the drugs in my system as my entire body shook in ecstasy from the powerful orgasm.
“Fuck yeah. The tips are pouring in! Thank you, whore!” the cameraman shouted.
“Enough of this,” Dax snapped.
The fingers were pulled away and someone slammed into my pussy. I didn’t even feel any pain. I arched in pleasure and moaned loudly.
Guilt and shame warred within me. This was so much worse than when they were hurting me. The pleasure, the orgasms, those were supposed to be good things. They weren’t supposed to be associated with this nightmare.
The drugs they gave me this time, though, made everything feel ten times better. It didn’t help that the guy who had been massaging me and gotten me so worked up so quickly, that I was dying for another release already.
Someone started playing with my tits again, massaging and squeezing, getting on board with pleasure and not pain. It was hell. I moaned loudly and the room laughed.
“Fuck yeah, she’s making more money tonight than she has with the torture,” the cameraman said.
Imagine that, pleasure sold. Even on the dark web,I thought.
Dax kept fucking me roughly, slamming in deep. I was so keyed up by whatever they gave me and the attention they were giving me, that I quickly came again, arching my back and screaming out.
A moment later Hillcrest grunted, as he followed me over the edge.
