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your legs are tied together by an old snare trap, body bent at an awkward angle as your hands are caught in knotted ropes above your head. pure panic is on your face as you scream out into the open air. "PLEASE! someone help!"
you're so embarrassed tears are threatening to spill. the skirt you wear out is hiked up above your lace panties, cool air blowing against your ass as you scream.
"why did this have to happen to me?" you cry out quietly to yourself, tugging your hands and wincing at the sharp pain of rope digging into your skin.
you hear heavy footsteps and a loud snort, sighing heavily when you realize enjin's the one who found you. it couldn't have been someone nicer? zanka maybe?
but when you hear the gasp and quiet "oh shit.", you realize there's an audience watching. because that is zanka, and that makes your face swelter as you realize this is possibly the worst day of your life.
"please!" you whine, wiggling your hips as the slow creak of metal groans around you. "i-i'm stuck."
your heart beat is frantically pulsing in your ears, body shaking in the air. you're so fucking embarrassed right now. this has to be unreal. a nightmare.
"what a nice fuckin' view you left for us to walk into," enjin whistles, walking up closer and slapping your ass.
you yelp, "enjin, i swear to god when i get out of here i will fucking kill you."
you hear zanka's feet slap into the dirt as he comes up and around to your front, trying his hardest to ignore the way your tits are squeezed together. "you okay?"
you frown, shaking your head. "i-it hurts. i didn't mean to get caught in here."
your shirt's ripped open, tits spilling out and just barely covered in the position you're stuck in. it's clearly an old trap and its original purpose is no longer possible.
so instead you're just dangling there, hands stuck above your head and rope wrapped around body awkwardly.
you're basically bent over in the air, ropes tugging on you like harness. each twitch causes the ropes to tug harder.
"enjin, stop. we should actually get her down," zanka mutters, though his voice is thick, his eyes stuck on the way your chest heaves against the rough cord. he reaches out, his fingers hovering near the knot above your head, but he doesn't pull.
he's frozen, his face a violent shade of crimson as he takes in the sight of you literally gift-wrapped for them.
enjin hums, a low, vibration that you feel even through the air. he doesn't move to help zanka. instead, his hand slides from your hip to the back of your thigh, his thumb hooking into the edge of your lace panties.
dear god, this is the most humiliating thing to happen to you to date. the way enjin's being a complete pervert without any shame, a chuckle passing his lips as your thighs tremble.
enjin’s thumb hooks into the lace, snapping the fabric against your skin teasingly. he watches the way your breath hitches, the way the ropes creak and groan as you try to squirm away from his touch.
he loves how they tighten on your body with each movement, pressing your skin tighter to expose more.
you hate how turned on you are by this. being forced to act as bait for these two hungry men. each small move to struggle pressing you in such sensitive places until your head's spinning.
"get her down, zanka says," enjin rumbles, his voice dropping into that lazy, dangerous register. "but i dunno. seems like a waste of a perfectly good opportunity to teach you a lesson."
"a lesson?" you gasp, the word catching in your throat as the ropes creak again, pulling your chest even tighter against the rough fibers. "enjin, please! this isn't funny. i'm stuck!"
zanka’s hands are still hovering near the knot, but they’re shaking now. he’s looking at the way your tits are practically spilling out of your torn shirt, clearly fighting for his life to not feed on enjin's pervy energy.
he fumbles with a small pocket knife, his knuckles white as he tries to find a clean angle through the thick, knotted mess. "hold still," he snaps, though his voice is more panicked than authoritative. "i’m trying to- i just need to get the tension off your chest so you can breathe."
he reaches in, the blade glinting in the dim light, but as the ropes creak and you give a desperate, jerky wiggle to help him, the knife slips.
there’s a sharp rip of fabric.
the remains of your shirt don't just loosen; they completely give way. the tattered cloth falls away from your shoulders, leaving your chest fully, jarringly exposed to the humid air and their hungry stares.
you let out a strangled yelp, trying to arch your back to hide yourself, but the harness only bites deeper into your skin, forcing your back to bow and your chest to thrust forward.
"zanka!" you shriek, face burning a shade of red that feels like it’s glowing. "you-you cut my shirt!"
zanka freezes, the pocket knife nearly slipping from his shaking fingers. he’s staring at your bare tits, his mouth hanging open as he watches your nipples harden in the cool draft. he looks like he’s about to have a heart attack right there in the dirt.
"i-i didn't- it was an accident!" he chokes out, but he doesn't pull away. his gaze is locked on the way your pulse is thrumming in your throat, his breath coming in short, jagged pulls.
enjin lets out a low, dark whistle from behind you. "nice work, zanka. such pretty tits on full view now."
"shut up. we need to get her out of here." zanka snaps, immediately tugging his coat off to try to cover you. with the angle, there's no point in trying.
"zanka! stop staring and cut me down!" you wail, your voice cracking as your tits bounce with every frantic wiggle of your torso.
the ropes bite into your ribs, the rough texture digging into your bare skin, but the heat from their stares is what's truly scorching you.
zanka looks like he’s about to break. his pocket knife tucked back away and coat gathered in his hands, his eyes darting from your hardened nipples to the way your hips are arched up toward enjin. "i-i’m trying! you just- you won't stay still!"
he’s fumbling with the heavy fabric, but every time he tries to drape it, his knuckles brush against your bare, sensitive skin, and you let out a broken, high-pitched whine that makes him freeze.
"don't- don't touch me like that," you gasp, though your body is betraying you, your nipples dragging against the rough wool of his sleeve.
"i'm trying to help!" zanka snaps, his voice cracking. he’s so close now that you can see the sweat gathering on his skin, his eyes blown out and dark as they track the way your tits are heaving.
enjin’s low chuckle comes from right behind your ear. you didn't even hear him move. "he's not helping, baby. he's just takin' in the view."
he pulls your chin so your eyes lock onto his, smug smirk tugging at his lips. his breath brushes against your lips, his eyes flickering to them before he's kissing you hard.
you immediately whine into the kiss, tongue swiping against his desperately as any resolve simmers away.
your teeth clash with his desperately, the ropes creaking and groaning as your body instinctively tries to press into his solid heat. all the moving does is tuck you in tighter, peaks of fat pinched between thick rope.
zanka let out a strangled, high-pitched noise - half-gasp, half-groan - as he watches enjin’s hands grab at your supple tits and toy with them.
his fingers pinch your nipples and your back is arching into the rope, a squeal muffled by the weight of the kiss.
his lips leave yours, a trail of spit connecting your mouths before snapping. he looks to zanka and nods at him, "wanna have a go? kiss her."
your eyes widen, swallowing thickly before you look to zanka. his pretty eyes are at their last leg of defenses, pure lust pooling into his face as he looks at your tits then up at your eyes.
you whine, wriggling helplessly. "please?" you ask.
his eyes immediately darken, that lust taking over. he grips onto your jaw and kisses you, tongue lulling into your own until you feel like a puddle on the floor.
you can feel enjin's big hands linger on your panties again, tugging at the fabric as you kiss zanka. you whimper when you feel the snap of fabric, sudden rush of air against your soaking pussy as your panties rip.
he lets out a husky laugh, fingers teasing your folds. "so fucking wet. i bet you knew this was gonna happen. wouldn't put it past you, pervert."
you hear a rustle behind you, suddenly focusing harder on that than kissing zanka.
a hot, heavy prod at your pussy's entrance causes you to groan into zanka's mouth, back arching as enjin's cock pushes into you and fills you up until you're nearly crying at the fullness.
the creak of the metal overhead is the only warning you get before enjin’s slowly dragging his cock out and slamming into you so hard your breath's stolen from your lungs.
you let out a broken, high-pitched wail into zanka’s mouth as enjin bottoms out again, his thick, heavy cock stretching you until you feel like you’re going to split.
the angle is agonizingly perfect; with your hands pinned above your head, there's nowhere for the sensation to go but straight to your core. "mmm, so tight. this pussy was made f'me."
he starts a brutal, mean pace. every thrust of his cock into you has your body wracking against the ropes, knotting yourself in tighter and tighter as loud moans interrupt zanka's steady kisses.
his hands are on your tits, kneading them and squeezing your nipples between two fingers.
the dual stimulation is almost too much, a weight that has your clit crying for attention. you're kinda happy to have gotten stuck in this trap now.
enjin’s pace is relentless, his thick, heavy thrusts sending vibrations all the way up the ropes until the metal overhead is screaming as loud as you are.
he’s not being gentle; he’s using the leverage of your pinned arms to drive himself deeper, his grunts turning into low, jagged growls. "you like being stuck like this, don't you?" he rasps, his hand sliding from your waist to the knot above your head, tugging it just enough to make your back arch painfully, beautifully.
you mewl, lips separating from zanka just as enjin drags another noise from you. the sound of metal creaking painfully and skin slapping against skin roughly echoes out in the clearing.
your eyes are rolled back, head thrown back with each heavy and deep thrust he forces into you. you feel the way his hips start sputtering, and eventually he's fully pulling out of you and rushing to your front.
"gonna cum in your mouth," he smirks, pulling your hair and forcing your mouth around the length of his cock.
you taste yourself on the tip as you lap at it, dropping your head down and hollowing out your cheeks as you suck hard. "fuuuuuck!" he growls out, grip on your hair painful as he forces you to take all of him.
you gag around the length as he twitches, hot ropes of cum bellowing into your mouth. it's salty, but a savory taste that you swallow down with ease.
he pats your head, releasing your hair. "good girl."
you feel a prod at your wet pussy, realizing zanka's behind you now. he's thicker than enjin, the fat tip a burning stretch as you scream out.
his hands grip your hips roughly, every bit of self control thrown out the window as he starts fucking into you hard. "f-fuck, it's so tight." he whines, each thrust a heavy slap that has your tits clapping.
shaky fingers reach down to toy with your clit, the attention that you'd been craving for that sensitive nub just enough to make your vision go white as you cum.
you yelp, waves of pleasure flashing through your body and wracking you against the ropes. your pussy clamps around zanka desperately, which has him groaning.
"i-i'm so close." he mutters out, his hips sputtering and clapping against your ass loudly.
he lets out a broken sob, his hips stuttering as he buries himself deep inside you and stays there, his hot cum filling you up until it’s dripping down your thighs in a fat load.
the silence that follows is heavy, broken only by the creak of the metal and the three of you gasping for air.
enjin finally reaches up, knife clicking open with a sharp, final sound. "alright, alright. let's get you down before you actually break the equipment."
with one swift motion, he slices the main cord. the tension snaps, and you fall forward - only to be caught in zanka’s shaky, waiting arms before you hit the dirt.
your whole body is erupting with stiff embarrassment when you three decide to head back to base instead of continuing. you've got zanka's coat on and mere chunks of fabric of what was left of your clothes.
deep red burns coat your entire body, twinges flashing with every rough step until enjin's carrying you to stop the writhing pain.
eyes linger on the sight of you; completely dishevled, coated in suggestive markings as your superior carries you with a glint in his eye and a smirk that says it all.
zanka tries to act aloof but the tips of his ears are twinged with a redness that reveals to any onlookers that there's more than what's on the surface.