Page 61 of Feral
Chapter 2
Exiting the elevator into the penthouse suite that overlooks the Thames River, the silent one issues his first command. “Take your dress off.” His voice is deep and bitter and I turn to look at him as I remove my clothes. When I am in my underwear I look straight into his eyes, waiting for his next command. The rest of the men are now seated on the sofa watching intently while he walks closer and runs a fat finger across my arm. “Now suck my dick.”
I lower myself to my knees, carefully take his cock out and I start sucking, building a steady rhythm capable of getting him off. When I feel his breathing getting heavier I know he's only seconds from coming and it's then that he wraps his left hand around my head, pulls me closer, and grabs his balls, lifting them and trying to cram them into my stuffed mouth. I push back my gagging reflex and try to breathe steadily while tears are running down my face and his hold on me tightens.
“I love stuffing my dick down your throat, slut. You are going to swallow all my cum now,” he growls as he starts pumping his hot load inside my mouth.
“She's fucking hot,” I hear one of the men say.
“Drain your balls down her slutty throat, Devan,” another hard voice cheers.
“That's it, whore,” Devan says, slipping his still-hard cock from my mouth and rubbing it on my flushed cheeks. “Goran, come here,” he demands, taking a step back. From the corner of my eye, I see the man named Goran walk closer, stopping right in front of me. “Feed this slut your cock. Show her what whores are for.”
Goran obeys and a moment later my mouth opens to accept another fat dick, but this man is gentler, fucking my throat a lot slower. Before I know it, my panties are ripped from side to side and Devan kneels behind me, spreading my ass cheeks wide and nudging my anal ring for the briefest of moments, then shoving his dick inside me until he is buried to the hilt and my moan of protest only serves to make him push in deeper. I whimper as he wraps his hand around my hair and pulls me back, while Goran growls and sprays my face with another hot load.
“Nice, tight asshole,” Devan says, building momentum with every long, deep thrust inside my bowels. The last man walks closer, taking out his already hard cock and feeding it to me without further ado and I cry out when Devan's massive cock threatens to rip my insides apart with his visceral thrusts.
He fucks me relentlessly for about twenty minutes and long after the fourth man has deposited his cum inside my intestines and when he finally growls his release, I slowly rise to my feet.
“Slut, come here,” he says before I even have a moment to gather myself. “Stand over here.” I walk to where he wants me and stop, wondering what his next move is going to be, and when the ceiling hatchet opens and a set of ropes fall, I know that this is going to be rough. He takes my bra off, exposing my breasts, and then proceeds to grab each mound in his rough hands, squeezing tightly until I cringe. Nipple clamps are then placed on each of my tender nipples and a ball gag is stuffed into my already abused mouth.
All four men then step back to admire Devan’s handiwork while I feel their warm cum trickle down my inner thighs.
“Sebastian will be pleased with this one,” Devan proudly says to the others. I watch as they nod their agreement and then they all leave the room, leaving me tied and butt naked waiting for whatever the night holds next. Because I know this is just the start.
Chapter 3
Ten minutes later and with the nipple clamps already becoming a tad too painful, I hear roaring laughter and when the door finally opens, I am not surprised that it's seven rough-looking men that enter, not just three or four.
They all approach but no one makes a single move as their eyes rake over my exposed body.
The silence is broken by the meanest-looking of them all, a dark-skinned man with a full beard probably around his forties.
“What is your name?”
“Miranda,” I say, trying to keep my voice as steady as possible.
“You have a beautiful body, Miranda. My men and I are going to use you until you won't be able to walk straight,” he declares and the glint in his eye is unmistakable. “Anything you are not comfortable doing?”
I hold his stare, knowing his courtesy should be greatly appreciated.
“I draw the line at anything scatological.”
He smiles, revealing straight white teeth.
“Boys, show the lady how Bratva men fuck their women.”
He lifts his arm and traces the outline of my lips, smearing lipstick and cum together, then slips his finger inside my mouth. “Suck my thumb, Miranda, and I promise, I'll make this night unforgettable.”
I do as I am told and after a while his hand drops to my breasts, teasing the reddened areolas gently. "I love a woman who can be dominated by a man without whimpering," he whispers, tugging harder now while looking deep into my eyes. “Darius, Stanislav, come here,” he says, and the big man and his friend approach. “Fuck her in the ass,” he says to the tallest. “You, fuck her cunt.”
I feel both cocks breach and enter me while he stays right next to me, watching intently. Stanislav’s cock is painfully erect and I can feel my eyes tear up as both men thrust deeper and harder inside me.
“Feels good to be used like the dirty slut you are, doesn't it, whore?”
I turn to look at his mischievous eyes, wondering if he's going to fuck me next. The men almost climax simultaneously, leaving a trail of fresh cum running down my thighs, and then he comes closer, reaching out to collect the dripping cum and bringing it to my lips. I lick and suck obediently, waiting for his next move.
He surprises me by offering me his drink, and I take the etched glass, taking a long sip. He then unclasps my bindings and takes off the nipple clamps while his men continue to watch the show.
