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Taking your key out of the ignition of your car, you looked to the desolate motel you had been hard-pressed on renting for the weekend girl’s trip. Not wanting to stay at the cabin that was housing six other girls from your time in the sorority, you had said you were staying with family that happened to live nearby. No one had questioned you on why your family was in the middle of nowhere, they were willing to accept that excuse as to not have to share the one bathroom with another body. It was a convenient lie.

Truly.

You had expected pushback, at least faked disappointment, but if time had taught you anything it was that the bonds of forced, and poorly fostered sisterhood were fickle and that these women who were once your friends had their own groups of friends that supported them individually now. The passage of time was a stark reminder that those people in your life who were once so important may not be there years down the line through no fault of their own.

Life moved on faster than you could anticipate and those friends who you had thought would be there for every hungover morning and every inconsequential outing were no longer in your line of sight or periphery. Without the advent of social media and the ability to check from afar after curiosity struck, they would be forgotten faces from locations you hadn’t bothered to circle back to since your departure.

The only thing connecting you to these women was the sigil on the old house and those fading Greek letters.

The night was spent reminiscing about the good old days of hosting parties where the sisters were prohibited from drinking and unable to be seen alone with a brother of another fraternity. The rules had been strict and frankly outdated, but you were happy to have a sense of identity, no matter how far removed you were from it now. Despite the rules, you had enjoyed the sense of belonging with the other women living in the dilapidated house.

Looking back up to the motel in front of you reminded you of that worn down house. Metal stairs leading up to individual rooms with cracked wooden doors and creaky thresholds awaited you. You had checked in earlier and had deposited your bag in your room, not wanting to check-in closer to midnight.

Checking your watch on your left wrist, it was getting late, and you had a long drive facing you tomorrow. Excited at the prospect of sleeping now to make the time feel like it was flying by faster, you would go to bed and wake up to leave this trip in the dust, much like the women who you knew you were never going to speak to again.

Locking your car’s door silently in case there were people sleeping upstairs, you scanned the parking lot with the faded white lines. There was only one other vehicle, a large black truck parked close to the exit. You wondered if it belonged to the clerk in the office.

It certainly wasn’t out of place in a rustic town like this. Your small car was the outlier.

Your crossbody bag was over your shoulder and as you fished out your keys, you made your way up the stairs, cringing at the groan of the metal underneath your feet. Attempting to tiptoe past the other doors, you were the last room on the left side of the motel.

Your phone was in your jacket’s pocket, and you were tempted to reach for it to illuminate your way, the atmosphere utterly unaccommodating to your poor eyes. The moon was surrounded by thick clouds, its light not able to penetrate through the dense haze. Fiddling with your pocket and lost in your own world, you were unaware of the door opening right behind you.

Before you could adequately react, a thick arm wrapped itself around your waist securing you in place while another arm rested on your shoulder, a gloved hand snaking up to cover your mouth. All your self-preservation skills were put to the test as you attempted to break out of the hold that wouldn’t budge. Throwing your leg back to hit corded muscle, you only heard a solid grunt before you were forced back into the motel room he had emerged from.

You couldn’t even bite him. His fingers were secured over your lips in a firm line, there was absolutely no give as you moved your head back and forth in dismay.

Heart thundering and adrenaline spiking, you screamed and thrashed against the man who wasn’t at all affected by your frantic movements.

“Easy. Christ. You’re a live one.” The man behind you spoke in a thick accented baritone.

Not knowing how to adequately respond to that statement, you screamed against the hand that was holding your head straight forward.

Your arms were pinned to your sides and as you fought to free yourself, you were dragged back and twisted on your stomach onto the bed. Dazed at the rapid movement, you were straddled by impossibly thick thighs and the hand hadn’t abandoned your face while you were manhandled onto your tummy. Nearly whipping your head back, you were thwarted when you felt a piece of fabric replace the hand poised on your mouth in record time. Lips being pulled apart to accommodate the knotted piece of fabric in between them, you tried to scream but found you were muffled.

The man ripped your jacket from your shoulders after effectively muffling you, your arms having no choice but to follow his savage grip or be twisted. You were wearing a simple long sleeve shirt, but you heard it being ripped from your body by the seam.

Thick hands were pulling the threads apart without issue as though you were wearing tissue paper.

Your arms were still by your sides and in a moment you still didn’t understand, he had them tied by your wrists in thick nylon ropes behind your back. Trying to throw your legs back only made the man behind you laugh.

The room was too dark for you to see and as you attempted to adjust to the poor lighting, you felt another piece of fabric being tied over your eyes, coming down to the bridge of your nose.

Another sense obliterated, you felt tears of hopelessness pool in your eyes, your lower lip wobbling dangerously as you tried to keep your sobs at bay.

The gloved hands were skimming your sides and as they reached the hem of your skirt you gasped when they pulled down the fabric and your panties. You heard them land somewhere on the floor and you realized that the only thing you were wearing now below your waist was your heels.

The gloved hands ran along your skin, stopping to knead your cheeks. Squeezing the flesh, you sobbed as you felt those same hands rid themselves of the gloves. Warm fingers danced along your spine; your skin bare to the touch.

Those same hands cupped your knee and one of your cheeks and flipped you on your back as you struggled to orient yourself. Feeling your wrists dig into the small of your back, you cringed as you felt your legs being spread apart.

Fighting to close your legs, you weren’t successful as the man’s hands skimmed over your thighs and pulled them apart roughly. Inspecting every inch of you, his eyes landed upon your bare sex, and you felt your insides twist in shame, knowing he was gaping at you.

The man hummed as he worked to restrain your legs to the bed, each ankle being wrapped in the nylons that matched the ones behind your back holding your wrists together.

Naked and tied to the bed, you couldn’t help the muffled sobs that emerged from your mouth.

“Enough of that.” The man demanded in a growl as you flinched.

Shaking and terrified of him being even more angry at you, your mind flashed with images of bloated corpses in waterways, bodies being buried in a shallow grave, or being thrown into a drum of acid.

Your imagination really wasn’t your friend right now.

The man checked your restraints as you felt the tears fall from your face, your face inflamed and nose beginning to drip.

The man took off your blindfold and you immediately scrunched your eyes closed until a harsh laugh interrupted your movement.

“Open ‘em, I want to see what I paid for.”

Your eyes shot open in disbelief, and you could hardly see through the tears flooding your vision and through the dim light of the room.

The words ‘paid for’ echoed in your head. You hadn’t ever judged sex workers for their choices of making money, but if this was the lifestyle where someone had paid to terrorize you, wouldn’t they know that it really wasn’t you? You weren’t an actress by any means. You were crying, frankly sobbing in front of this man who had stripped you down and restrained you.

Did that make it better or worse that he was now going to do God knows what to you?

The man in front of you was a mountain. Nearly a head and a half taller than you, his stance was wide, his legs clad in jeans that were straining around his thighs. His t-shirt was stretched against his chest, but his belly had a healthy layer of fat underneath corded muscle. His arms were thick and scarred as though he had been nicked by every possible blade imaginable. Realizing that his biceps were about as wide as your head, you knew that you couldn’t have fought him off no matter how hard you tried.

His forearms were covered in a sleeve of tattoos. Dog tags, a large skull, and various militaristic etchings were embedded into more scarred skin.

You soon realized why he had taken off your blindfold. He was wearing a balaclava with a skull’s jaw printed on the mouth. Meeting his stygian gaze, you knew that you couldn’t beg your way out of him hurting you. Feeling more tears pool in your eyes, he rolled his own and walked into the bathroom. Pulling a duffel bag from the counter, you strained to see what he was doing until you heard the sound of a plastic lid opening.

Raising your head slightly at the noise, you stiffened when you saw a bottle of lube in his hand. He was coating it over an object you couldn’t quite see. An idea was forming and shaping in your head and as you prayed it didn’t manifest, you shook in your restraints as you realized it had. The man in front of you was coating a plug in a generous amount of lubricant.

Shaking your head vehemently, he scoffed at you and sent shivers down your spine when he uttered, “you say no now, but you’re going to wish you had more time with this.”

Kneeling between your legs, you shut your eyes firmly and tensed as he probed at your rim.

“Relax. It’s going in, bird.” He informed you calmly.

Shaking, you realized he was serious and did your best to relax your muscles as he pushed the cool metal in between your tight rim. Hissing as the thickest width was pushed in, you breathed out and tried to calm your racing heart.

“Good. You can listen.”

Wishing you were anywhere else in the world in this moment; you followed his movements with tears in your eyes. Watching him as he glanced at his phone, looking to the duffel bag, and invariably back to you as you stared in abject horror.

You tried not to flinch when he disappeared into the bathroom and came out with a small cloth. Stepping towards you, he instructed you not to move as he gently wiped your eyes as you closed them. Cleaning your runny nose, you felt the scratchy fibres of the cloth around your nostrils as you remained still.

Conflicted with the surprisingly level of care, you fought the shaking that threatened to overtake you again. After discarding the used cloth back into the bathroom, he sat beside you on the bed, glancing at you as though he were taking a mental snapshot of your naked body.

Inhaling softly, trying to ignore the knotted fabric between your lips, you could smell the faint scent of tobacco and sulfur. Recognizing that the man in front of you definitely was of active service, you knew the tattoos weren’t a case of stolen valour.

The light was too dim to make out anything else about him that could be identifiable, but you knew that he wasn’t going to be giving out anything that could point him out in a crowd. His size was one aspect that you wouldn’t forget.

Trying to covertly test the nylons wrapped around your left hand, he caught the movement right away and chuckled darkly, “you’re not getting out of those unless we cut you out.”

Swallowing at the use of ‘we’, you didn’t have much time to think about it before someone was knocking on the door. Eyes jumping at the sound, you looked to your captor, and he only smirked at you as he opened the door, his back concealing whoever was joining him in the motel room.

“Mask on Sir, she’s not blindfolded.” The man who grabbed you instructed the newcomer.

You heard the sound of a zipper opening, the treads loud and clear in the otherwise silent room.

The man peered at you, and you looked back at him unable to capture anything other than his size. Slightly shorter than the man who had initially grabbed you, there wasn’t much difference in height other than a few inches.

He was wearing jeans and combat boots like your captor, but while your captor was dressed in dark colours, his blue jeans were a lighter wash. His windbreaker was open to reveal a thick cobalt sweater underneath, his mask covering all his face except brilliant blue eyes that were examining you carefully.

“Where did you find this one?” His rasp was unmistakable.

At least if you ever needed to identify him, his accented voice wasn’t as guttural as the man who had grabbed you.

Feeling scrutinized, you laid still knowing that there was nothing you could do to be less exposed. Your body was on display for them to view and to use.

You had stopped crying, but you were trying to find yourself in any place other than here. You could always close your eyes and imagine that this was a horrible nightmare.

“Online. Anxious bird, this one.”

Gaze switching between the two of them who were leering at you hungrily, you didn’t know what to expect. Praying to a God that you hadn’t consulted in years that they were the only ones going to show up, you glanced at the wall not wanting to look upon their masked faces any longer.

A calloused hand gripped your chin and forced your gaze back to azure eyes that were shining with mirth.

“Did he give you a fright?”

The words were spoken without condescension and rather gently to your surprise. You didn’t know what look you were conveying, but the man in front of you sighed and ran his fingers through your hair that was down.

“I know, the masks are a little frightening.” He tried to console you.

Stiffening as his other hand brushed down your face to the gag pushing your lips apart.

“She’s a screamer. Can’t take it off, Sir.”

The man with blue eyes looked down at you disapprovingly but said nothing. The pads of his fingers lingered on your flushed cheek but moved down to your chest. Thumb circling your nipple, you didn’t flinch, but you did close your eyes at the ministration.

He wasn’t rough or hurting you which really was making this experience worse. Abandoning your hair, his hand pressed into your hip, his fingers splayed out over your soft skin. You knew he was glancing between your legs and would find moisture pooling between your thighs at the soft touches that you were beginning to truly loathe.

“You do anything with this pretty girl yet?” The man rasped.

The man in the skull mask stepped forward and gripped your thigh with a harsh hold, your undignified squeak barely coming out as a muffled whimper.

“Just prepped her with the plug. I wasn’t sure when you were arriving.” He answered honestly.

Witnessing the dynamic between the two of them was increasingly off-putting. It was clear that the man who had grabbed you had procured you for the man in blue, but you didn’t know what to expect with the level of deference being exhibited between the two men who couldn’t be that far apart in age.

“Good. I want a taste.”

Stiffening at the desire of the man in front of you, you didn’t have a choice when the man in the skull mask held your chin up as the man below him pulled his mask up to his nose. Forcing your gaze to the ceiling, your neck strained with the movement.

Letting out another uncertain whimper at the feeling of thick facial hair against your thighs, you felt two thick fingers part your lips and an unmistakable warmth exploring your hole. Going rigid at the sensation of his tongue licking and suckling, you clenched and felt the plug uncomfortably shift inside you. Murmuring into the gag, you tried to beg, to say stop, to say no. All that emerged was poorly suppressed whines and unintelligible noises.

“Fuck, she’s a sweet one.” The man groaned beneath you.

You tried to kick only to have the man in the skull mask strike your face with a harsh smack that rendered you mute. Blinking back at the abrupt movement, you felt tears spring to your eyes, not out of pain but out of shock and shame.

“That won’t be necessary. She’s going to be a good girl for us, aren’t you, sweetheart?” The man’s voice sounded like sandpaper against silk, the roughened quality a balm to your nerves despite what he was doing to you.

Not wanting to be hit or hurt, you nodded, your head moving gently in the man in the skull mask’s grasp.

The man with the dark eyes scoffed and said derisively, “spoiled princess.”

You shot him a wounded look. If they thought this was princess treatment they were delusional. Before you could glare at the man holding your face upward, you closed your eyes out of instinct as the man’s nose pushed against your clit. Delicious friction and suction met your folds as you fought the urge to ride his face.

Hands were pulling your hips lower to meet his voracious suckling. Inhaling a gasp as you felt a familiar tension in your abdomen, you were encouraged to ride his face as he grasped your hips. Closing your eyes and clenching your fists in the restraints, you lost yourself in the movements and met his tongue as he honest-to-God moaned into your cunt.

Tears were collecting to the corners of your eyes at the consistent pressure applied to your clit. Gasping again as a thumb pushed between your folds, the flat of his tongue pressed against the bundle of nerves that had you nearly pulling your wrists out of place. Locking your thighs in place, his head was bowed as he punishingly sucked your clit. The consistent pressure and the feel of his teeth lightly scraping against your delicate flesh made your back go rigid, nearly arching upwards as you felt him caress your clit over and over again.

Tears fell to your temples at the sensation that you were beginning to enjoy much to your chagrin. It shouldn’t feel like this, you thought to yourself. It should be rough and painful and terrible.

Crying at your loss of autonomy, the feeling of pure pleasure radiating through your body, and the utter shame coursing in your mind, your thoughts turned to mush as another finger began to stretch you and press forward. Finger curling inside of you, you sobbed against the gag as you came against his tongue.

Exhaling through your nose while keeping your eyes closed, you felt the grip of his hands slacken against your thighs as he stepped back. Wiping his face, he set a gentle hand against your face and wiped the tears that were staining your temples.

Hiccupping and feeling utterly exposed, you didn’t anticipate the man in the skull mask to abandon his post by your side and let your chin go. Fighting the sensation of overstimulation, you tried to rip your wrists from the post as you felt another presence between your thighs.

“Easy.” The man in blue ran a hand through your hair once again as the mountain of a man slid to where he had just been.

Shaking your head vehemently, he frowned at you and held your face by the gag around your mouth. Giving you another analyzing stare, he didn’t relent with his eye contact that was blistering. You didn’t want to look at him anymore, not after what he had just done.

Scrunching your eyes shut, you felt yourself go taut as the man in the skull mask’s fingers traced your thighs where the man’s beard had burned you. Not anticipating his teeth sinking into your flesh, you screamed against the gag in a mixture of fright and pain.

“It’ll hurt worse if I have to do that again.” He warned you as you tried to remain still.

Eyes shooting open to glance at his blackened eyes, in the dim light he looked every bit the monster that would drag unsuspecting mortals to their deaths. Lumbering in the shadows, you wondered if you would stand a chance if you had a head start to run.

“Nod if you understand.” He ordered, his voice taking on a dangerous edge.

Tears falling from your eyes, you nodded, the man’s hand on your gag releasing as you acquiesced to the rough treatment.

Letting your legs fall to the bed, relaxing your muscles, you inhaled shakily and waited for the next punishment. Shocked when it didn’t arrive, you felt a thick finger exploring your folds, slick coating his palm as it dripped down to your eternal shame.

His finger felt thick, and you tried not to panic when he added another. Stretching you open, you knew what was coming and you tried to remain calm but felt yourself shaking involuntarily.

The man who had been holding your gag placed his warm calloused hands on your face, his palms enveloping your cheeks. Bowing his head, he kissed your brow tenderly.

“Pretty girl. We’re not wanting to hurt you, but you need to listen and relax. I know he didn’t tell you about the restraints and the masks and he didn’t tell you about there being two of us. We’ll take care of you sweetheart, but we need this. Do you understand?”

Having no other option, you nodded demurely and felt chapped lips brush against your forehead once more.

“No more tears. No more crying.” He instructed gently, “there’s no need to be scared of us, sweetheart.”

Willing yourself to believe him, you jolted when you felt the man’s hands begin to circle your rim and the plug inside of you.

“I’m going to untie you. Sit on your knees, don’t move, understand?” The man in black ordered.

Nodding silently, you were thankful his hands weren’t cold when he gripped your ankles. You nearly cried out when you noted that he was pulling a sharp knife from his side as he swiped at the nylon. The pressure from the restraints was lifted and if he hadn’t been holding your ankle you knew it would have dropped to the bed with a smack against the covers.

Following suit with your other leg, you felt the man behind you slice at the ties that held your wrists taut. He held your forearm cautiously and let it rest by your side as he worked on the other wrist.

Suddenly unbound, you fought the urge to flee from the room knowing you wouldn’t get far and would get hurt worse if you resisted.

Remembering the instructions, you took a deep breath and rested on your knees, your legs tucked behind you, toes to the covers as you gazed straight ahead.

Rewarded with another kiss to your brow, the man in black began stripping down. Shedding his jeans, you were surprised to see no underwear or boxers on him. Cock swelling an angry shade of scarlet at his tip, you noted that he was uncut and thick. Feeling a sense of fright at the girth and width, you clenched the covers in your hands and closed your eyes before the sound of lubricant bottle opening had your eyes shooting open.

Coarse and wiry hair covered his groin, his cock straining against his hand as he stroked himself, covering his shaft with a generous coating of lube.

Blinking at the lack of condoms, you turned to the man who was stripping behind you and found no help as he was preparing himself.

Face turning back to the man in front of you, he kept his mask on as he shuffled forward. Meeting his hungered gaze, he looked to your glistening pussy as an invitation.

Before he could pounce on you, he was looking to the man behind you as you realized he was asking permission to fuck you. Not hearing anything audible, the silent conversation must have proven fruitful as the man in the skull mask descended upon you.

Warm hands clutched your hips as he lifted you in a display of strength you hadn’t experienced in all your years of being sexually active. Legs dangling hopelessly in the air, your toes only brushed the covers as you held his shoulders to keep your balance.

Pushing you onto your back with a tenderness you didn’t expect, he warned you.

“I’m going to be gentle at first. Stretch this cunt and then use it however I see fit, do you understand?” His voice was slightly muffled from the mask, but you understood him clear as day.

Not having a choice, you nodded as he pushed your thighs apart voluntarily. Slotting himself between your legs you willingly opened them as far as they could go, muscles straining with the movement.

His cock slid between your folds, and you felt nauseous. The tip of him was a stretch, his fingers woefully underpreparing you to be speared by his cock. Inhaling slowly, you knew if you tensed it would hurt much more.

He closed his eyes as he pushed forward. Not being able to help the small cry at the stretch, the gag caught your whimper, but he heard the distressed noise and slowly pulled back.

“No one ever stretch this cunt properly bird?” He questioned darkly.

You didn’t know how to answer but you knew your eyes were conveying a hopelessness he must have taken pity on.

Sliding back in slower and with purpose, he grunted and groaned as though it were too much for him. Your slick heat enveloping his tip and close to a third of his cock had him gritting his teeth. Your walls were pulsing around him as you felt the plug in your ass move as he continued moving forward. Gasping for air as he set a hand on the headboard and one on your hip, you were on your back and sweltering as you felt him push forward more.

You whined as the pressure built, the line between pleasure and pain clearly delineated but coming close to intersecting as you sucked in a breath through your nose.

“Fucking ‘ell.” He grunted, “if I didn’t know any better I’d assume it’s been a while for you.”

You closed your eyes in shame. It had been months since you had sex, your last relationship tanking when you had found your ex had been cheating on you with his coworker.

Silently deleting every doting and loving post with the man who had promised you a good life and a future had been a hard pill to swallow, but when you had been getting over your loss, the trip had come up. Fast forward to this moment, you were being vigorously tested as your walls were working to accommodate such a large intrusion.

“How long ‘as it been bird?” He asked rhetorically.

You felt tears pool at your lash line, dangerously close to falling as you tried to get a grip. As it was you were gasping for air and nearly panicking.

“Oi, none of that. I’m being patient.” The man grunted again as you struggled to take him to the root.

After an excruciatingly long time that felt like hours but was mere minutes, the sense of fullness no longer pushed to the point of pain.

“Fuck.” The man groaned, “cunt this good, I won’t last long.”

Your lip wobbled once more with the threat of tears, but you felt your chest tighten as you tried to get a reign on your emotions.

The man behind you, listening and witnessing his partner lose composure began to stroke your back.

“Good girl.” His voice was deepened by arousal.

His cadence scratching an itch you didn’t know you had.

The man in front groaned loudly, “bird has a thing for praise. She clenched when you called her that.”

Shooting him a betrayed look at revealing how you felt even more than he already had, the calloused hands at your back were trailing towards your chest.

“Is that so?” He said softly, his lips finding your shoulder as he held your breasts in his palms.

Squeezing tenderly you couldn’t help the way you flushed and clenched around the man inside of you.

“…fuck.” He muttered, “haven’t had a cunt this good in years. Enough to drive a man insane.”

He abruptly pulled out and slammed home, a scream tearing from your throat at the rough movement. Gasping and trying to catch your breath you nearly scrambled backward into the man behind you as you began whimpering.

The man behind you held you by your waist as the man in front of you held your hips in a bruising grip. Falling into you, he brought your legs to wrap around the small of his back as you closed your eyes. His cock was hitting your gummy walls deliciously despite the intense thrusts.

Head lolling back with your eyes blissfully shut, you rested your weight on the man behind you as his fingers tightened their hold on you. Fingertips pushing against your ribs as you jolted back.

Your ankles crossed over the man’s hips, your feet not touching as the expanse of his body was too wide. Hearing the pained groan of the man in front of you, you were shocked when he pulled out abruptly and held himself taut.

Realizing with a shiver down your spine that he was clearly edging himself, you flinched when he set your legs down. Pulling away from the bed, your cunt clenched around nothing, seeking friction despite the situation you found yourself in.

Before you could respond, you were brought to your knees by the man behind you. Bowing your back forward, you felt a heavy cock hit your backside, the tip dribbling precum. Face down, ass up, you clenched the fabric of the covers with a white-knuckle grip as the man grabbed the bottle of lube. Hearing him lather a layer of lubricant on his cock, you gasped into the blanket as he slid home, the pressure from the plug intensifying with his thrust in.

Hearing a rough breath being taken behind you, you felt his warm hands pushing your back down as he thrusted forward again.

Inhaling another gasp, you knew you were making too much noise as you heard him groan behind you.

“Feel good?” The man in black questioned the man behind you.

He was sitting on a chair he had brought to the side of the bed, watching the devastation on your face as you felt you were being dismantled and wrecked.

“Where did you find her?” The man grunted behind you and pinched your ass as you squealed at the pain.

The man chuckled darkly, “message board of all places. Didn’t think it would be this good.”

The man behind you thrusted incredibly hard and you jolted forward, your body nearly moving off the bed with the movement.

A hand wound itself in your hair as you felt the man rut against you with fervor. The lewd sounds emerging from your cunt as well as the sound of his balls slapping against you was enough to make you close your eyes and pray that this ended soon.

It didn’t hurt. Quite the opposite. His balls were hitting your clit consistently as he pushed further into you. The plug having been jolted each time he thrusted had you seeing stars as you felt your eyes roll back into your head. Feeling a sense of fullness and having consistent pressure on your clit was too much as you clenched around his cock.

You hadn’t had sex this good before. The devastating truth of the matter was, if these men had approached you in a social setting without masks on and had turned on the charm, you would have been aroused enough to partake in something like this after a few drinks.

The fact that you were taken against your will and that you were now enjoying the rough treatment made your insides twist with regret.

Losing yourself in the feeling, you moaned behind the gag and bit the fabric between your lips. The man behind you groaned as you couldn’t help the way your walls were pulsing around him.

“Pretty girl, I want to feel you come around my cock.” The man said roughly, his voice a rasp as he held onto your hair in a fistful.

The words weren’t enough, and you found yourself murmuring behind the gag, your clit needing more attention to get off.

He seemed to know what you needed as his large hand snaked around to rub your clit. Pushing his palm against your pussy, the pressure was intoxicating. Riding his hand while being fucked roughly wasn’t something you had done with your ex, neither was using a plug or any restraints.

Too soon you felt a familiar wave of pleasure coursing through you. Clenching hard, you milked his cock with your gummy walls, but he remained still, your writhing something he was grunting at.

After your orgasm had subsided, you didn’t feel any spurt or warmth. He hadn’t cum inside of you.

“You think she’s ready for both of us?” The man in the skull mask questioned, his voice deepening as he inspected you.

The man behind you didn’t respond audibly but pulled out abruptly and kept your ass up as he pulled at the plug teasingly.

You couldn’t help but shake at the thought. It wasn’t possible, they weren’t going to fit. You gazed upon the man in the skull mask, your eyes pooling with tears once more. You didn’t hesitate to cry then, knowing that it was going to hurt regardless.

“Crying won’t help you, bird.” He said without malice.

The man behind you stroked your back in an attempt to soothe.

“Have you done this before, pretty girl?” He questioned; his voice too soft for what was about to happen.

You shook your head helplessly.

“We won’t hurt you, sweetheart.” He promised.

You sincerely doubted that but flinched when the man in the skull mask moved to stand in front of you. Crying out when you felt him pull you up roughly, he took no time to seat you on his cock as you writhed around him.

He slapped your ass punishingly, the handprint definitely going to stay as you choked out a muffled sob.

“Stop moving like that or I’ll be the one behind you.” He warned.

At that you paused and did your best to remain still while being impaled by his cock. The man behind you was well endowed, but nothing compared to the cock that was currently making its home in your hole.

Breathing slowly, you tensed when you found a hand gently teasing the plug.

A voice was against the shell of your ear, “I don’t want this to hurt, sweetheart. You need to relax. Deep breath.”

Following his instructions the best you could, he kissed your temple.

“That’s a good girl.”

Feeling the plug being pulled from you, you nearly flinched as the largest section was being teased out of your rim. The man set the plug aside and began lubing up his fingers while the man in front of you was remaining completely still.

The stretch of a thick finger in a hole that had previously remained untouched was a sensation you didn’t know how to feel about. He was slow in his ministrations, his assurance of not hurting you being upheld as you remained still in the skull masked man’s lap.

Another finger joined and you breathed in slowly once more. It took several minutes before he was granting you a third, your rim feeling stretched as you leaned against the man in front of you.

Taking your act of submission well, the man in front of you ran his hands along your sides soothingly and pressed a kiss to the crown of your head.

Emotionally spent, you tried to imagine yourself anywhere else and as you closed your eyes you were abruptly taken out of your blank reverie at the removal of his fingers.

“Don’t tense, sweetheart.” He warned you as his cock nudged against your rim.

Coating himself in a thick layer of lubricant, he pushed lubricant in your stretched hole as you were fighting to remain pliant in their arms.

His cock inched forward, and you breathed unsteadily, gasping for air through your nose as the stretch felt as though it were too much. Shushing you, he pushed forward a few more inches and you clenched hopelessly as you fought the intrusion.

Both men groaned, but the one behind you waited for you to calm down before sliding home. Balls against your cheeks, he had slid to the root as you clenched your fists and laid your head on the man in front of you. Finding a home in his chest hair, you felt hot tears slip from your eyes as you gasped in discomfort.

It wasn’t overly painful, but the sensation was too much, your clit begging for attention as both holes were filled and stretched. You doubted that your pussy would ever feel the same after this.

“Shhh, shhh, sweetheart. Breathe.” The man behind you commanded.

You swallowed and let out a desperate cry. Attempting to break from their hold to move, both men slammed their hands on your waist and your hips to keep you still and from hurting yourself.

“Ghost.” The man behind you ordered.

You didn’t understand what was happening until a hand was closing around your throat. Gasping for breath, he was cutting off your oxygen supply and you panicked, but your hands were trapped behind you in a grip that was bruising.

Eyes becoming blurry and unfocused, you gasped once more but felt an unfamiliar haze befall you as you were cut from inhaling any air.

You felt your eyes close as your head fell back, your body becoming limp.

………………..

When you came to, you felt an unfamiliar jolting back and forth, your body forcibly moving without you aware. Head pressed against a sweaty chest, you stiffened in response and both men let out fractured groans.

Crying out at the realization that they had kept using you when you had fallen unconscious, you felt an overwhelming burst of shame. The tears were falling freely now, your eyes blurry as you blubbered under the gag.

Before you could scream once more, a hand was sliding between your bodies and landing on your clit. Stiffening and clenching, the consistent pressure against the bundle of nerves was too much and you felt a tightening in your abdomen. Closing your eyes and gripping the skull masked man’s thighs, you went taut as your pussy throbbed and clenched around both men, your vision behind your eyes nearly turning white as you came harder than you had ever had in the past.

Feeling a splash of fluid between you, the man in front of you kissed you over the gag and held your hips firm as he came with a groan.

The man behind you fared no better as he let out a grunt as he finished inside of you at your abrupt orgasm.

Feeling absolutely mortified at what had just happened, you closed your eyes as the man in front of you pulled out abruptly. The man behind you was slower with his movements, but was more cautious, slowly moving out from behind you.

Not able to help the shaking you were doing as you came down from squirting for the first time, you flinched when a warm towel was cleaning between your thighs. The man who had been behind you was undoing the knot behind your gag. You didn’t know if you were going to scream when the soaked fabric was taken from your mouth, but as it was moved from between your chapped lips, a bottle replaced the fabric.

“Good girl.”

The compliment felt hollow as you drank from the sports drink, feeling parched and exhausted. Drinking nearly half of the colourful liquid, you moved your head away when you were finished with the beverage.

The man in the skull mask was looking at your eyes intently and held your chin as he laid you down on your back.

“Rest.” His one-word command held a finality, and you couldn’t do anything more than listen as you closed your eyes and felt a warm blanket being softly placed over you.

Uncertain that you could speak, you shook as you came down from the adrenaline that coursed through you. The man who had been behind you had since gone to the washroom, emerging with a towel in his hands as he dried himself off.

You were too exhausted for tears and as you looked back and forth at both men, you noted that they were examining you too. As it were, you were laying on the bed, the cover having been taken off and replaced with a thicker blanket that hadn’t been soiled.

Body quivering, you clasped the blanket around your body as the man who had been behind you sat beside your prone form. A gentle hand made its way through your hair, and you closed your eyes imagining that the man who was touching you had been gentle the entire time. Not being able to dissociate while he was touching you, you hated that you preferred his touch.

Closing your eyes for the final time, you felt his fingers linger in your hair, caressing the tresses gently as you were lulled to sleep.

………………….

As the girl rested in the bed, insensate and unconscious both men were in the middle of packing their things when the cross-body bag she was wearing earlier caught their attention. Setting her jacket to the side, Simon pulled her clothes into a pile for her to dress later.

Setting the cross-body bag over the jacket, he packed the rest of his belongings and looked to Price.

“She has the room until the afternoon, I set an alarm on her phone. We can head out.”

Price gave a nod, and he looked to the girl who was lying in their rented bed, her face pale and cheeks rosy as she slept, plush lips freed from the confines of the fabric gag that had silenced her from the beginning.

Setting the door to lock after they left, both men took their cars separate ways.

…………………..

Waking up, you bolted upright. You looked around frantically to see no one in the motel. Frowning at the empty room, you thought you had imagined the night before until you felt the remnants of the night before between your legs.

Seeing no one in the drab motel room, you rose to your feet and found your clothes folded, your bag undisturbed and a wad of cash left on the dresser.

You blinked at the cash and frowned, so they really did think you were a prostitute. A poorly prepared one, but a prostitute, nonetheless.

Dressing yourself, you saw that your alarm was set to go off in a few hours. You weren’t staying anywhere near this place; you were leaving immediately.

In your haste to get dressed, you didn’t see the work badge fall from your crossbody bag. As you fished for your keys, you bolted out of the room and unlocked your original room. You had your bag on the bed. Deciding to change, you pulled a hoodie over your body and cringed when you put on underwear. The bite on your thigh was aggravated and red. Stepping into your pair of sweatpants, you grabbed your keys and locked the room behind you.

All but throwing the keys onto the main counter, you didn’t bother waiting for a response as you turned and headed to your car, intent on getting out of there.

The faster you got away from this southern town the better.

…………………

Later as John Price was setting his belongings aside after beginning his mandated leave on a high note with his most trusted lieutenant, he received a phone call from the motel’s reception.

Answering it with a frown on his face, he said “hello?”

“Hi Mr. Smith, I’m calling from Pines Motel. It appears one of your guests left a work badge in the room. May I mail it to you?”

“I didn’t realize we left something behind, tell me sweetheart, what was the name on that badge?”

Given the name, Price texted Simon informing him that his hired girl dropped a work badge. Sending a picture of the work badge to his cell phone he was surprised to receive an immediate call-back.

Simon was unsettled, “Price, that wasn’t the girl I hired. The name doesn’t match the one I spoke to.”

“What?” Price questioned, his voice taking on a darkened edge.

“The girl I spoke to…I’m looking into it, but that name doesn’t match the girl I spoke to online.”

“Simon, are you sure?” He questioned intently, finding himself nearly praying that his lieutenant was wrong.

“I’m sure. I didn’t bother checking for ID because the girl I spoke to was fine with rough sex. I didn’t tell her what to expect, but I did tell her that it would be intense.”

Price felt his stomach drop at the information. He knew he was going to have to do extensive damage control and research.

“Simon…find out what you can on the girl who was supposed to show. I’ll handle this.”

Simon knew Price well enough that he wouldn’t deign to hurt her more than they already had. They hadn’t given names; they hadn’t given her anything to which she could identify or verify to any authorities.

“Price, I’m sorry.” Simon was near speechless.

“It was a mistake. One we’ll need to fix, but I’ll handle it from here.”

………………….

Weeks had passed since you returned home. Moving some of your things into storage, you gave up your lease on your apartment and moved in with a friend renting out a room in her house. Utilising the basement suite with a private entrance, you had given your notice to your job while on vacation, only coming into the office to grab a box of your things and head out.

You hadn’t told anyone what had happened to you, but you kept the money in an envelope, feeling too dirty to touch even a penny of it.

You had your mail forwarded to a P.O. box and you retrieved it twice a week. Surviving on savings for now, you were applying for remote jobs, wanting to leave the city and find a property along the coast.

You didn’t have nightmares of what had happened, but you did wake up feeling aroused which made you hate yourself more. Why you hadn’t said anything when they took off the gag, you still didn’t know. But you knew you feared what would happen if they found out your mistaken identity.

Packing up your car to travel, you had arranged to road trip to the east coast, a long drive, but one that you hoped would make you feel better.

You couldn’t get the men out of your head, and you hated that when you were pleasuring yourself you had to think of the man who had been behind you to get off.

Setting your duffel bag in your car, you turned your key into the ignition and set off.

Arriving at the small bed and breakfast, you were surprised to see another person in the guest book in the off-season. It was terrible weather for sight-seeing, but you needed a change of pace regardless.

Bringing your bag to your room after checking in, you found yourself in the large den sitting near the fireplace in a large cable knit sweater. Surrounded by colonial furnishings in the antiquated bed and breakfast, you were holding a cup of steaming coffee. The snow was falling haphazardly outside and for a moment felt at ease despite the last few weeks of turmoil. As you sat on your chair, you heard footsteps from behind you.

Not bothering to look at what had to be the other guest, you focused on drinking your coffee and listening to the crackle of the dry firewood, its pops oddly comforting in the otherwise silent room.

Someone pulled a chair beside you, and you noted that a man was sitting next to you in a dark beanie, a green sweater, and grey jeans. You didn’t bother to look at his face, but you froze when you felt his hand on yours, resting on your hand.

You recognized the callouses and the feeling of dry rough skin on your own.

Stiffening in your seat, you looked straight ahead at the fire not bothering to look at him. He had your hand; he could easily stop you from leaving. Your car was all but snowed in.

Trying to remain calm, you kept looking straightforward at the popping fireplace.

Finding your courage, you spoke barely above a whisper, “I was wondering if anyone would track me down.”

The man let go of your hand and you set it back on your coffee mug as you focused on the orange flames in front of you.

He was silent and you informed him quietly, “I didn’t tell anyone. I didn’t get a kit done. No one knows but the three of us.”

“I’m not here to hurt you.” The man said softly.

You blinked, “why are you here?”

“To apologize in person for what happened.”

“I don’t blame you.” You said genuinely, “I don’t blame either of you. It was accidental…you came all this way to apologize, clearly you have a guilty conscience.”

“You quit your job, moved from your apartment, and put most of your belongings into storage.”

You spoke softly and told him the truth, “I needed a change of pace. I was stagnating at my job, my apartment was small, and I’ve wanted to move for a while.”

He examined your face, and you glanced at him for the first time without a mask on his face. Devastatingly handsome with the brightest azure eyes you had ever seen, you broke away from the eye contact and turned to face the fire.

“Nightmares? Flashbacks? Anything?” He was begging you to tell him.

You shook your head, feeling oddly at ease at his demeanour, “minus the bite on my leg and some soreness, I was fine. I am fine. I thought I was going to be murdered until your partner said he paid for me. I didn’t say you had the wrong girl because I didn’t know how you’d react. I was going to take this to the grave.”

“We thought you were consenting-”

“Consensual non-consent…I know. I researched it. You made sure I was hydrated and cleaned up after. There was an alarm set on my phone. You let me have the room until noon…I know it was supposed to be an organized meet-up.”

You took a swig of your coffee and didn’t hesitate to ask, “are you satisfied that you didn’t ruin my life?”

That had him pause for a moment, eyes meeting yours, you tried to be convincing, “you don’t need to do anything for me.”

He frowned and crossed his arms over his chest, “there’s something you’re not telling me. You do need something from me, don’t you?”

You shrugged, dropping a spare key to your room in his hand, “haven’t stopped thinking about what happened that night. I’ve never finished that strong in my life. If you feel up to it, bring the mask. At least I’ll be expecting it this time.”

You gave a nod and headed up the stairs, catching his widened eyes for a moment before your gaze was broken by the staircase.