[Part I](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/739k30/foxtrot_by_moonlight_sologroupcheat/)
[Part II](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/73ljcd/foxtrot_by_moonlight_pt2_bdsmcheatgroupsmut/)
The hound snaps his fingers and a small group of men walk over to him. You hear him whisper, but you can’t make out any of the words. Four sets of legs trotted off.
You hear a shrill whistle and then a mass of interlaced arms are supporting your weight as the carabiners are removed from the harness. The four men that Mr. Hound dispatched were trotting back towards the courtyard from the barn, carrying an overstuffed leather upholstered chaise lounge between them with the precision of a military drill team. No sooner was the last of the suspension ropes removed than you are lowered to the lounge and pairs of hands immediately descend on you to undo the buckles of your harness.
The intensity of the events so far in the evening, combined with the wine have left you in a languid state. The motion of the hands working the leather straps and metal buckles clear of your body is pleasant noise amidst the jangling of your overstimulated body. You hardly notice as the piggy returns to stand in front of you at the end of the chaise with a silver tray holding an odd assortment of items.
Jason crouches beside you and puts his head close enough to yours that the silky hound dog ears of his mask drape over your clavicle and you hear something close to a steely edge in it as he directs your attention to the items presented to you.
“My dear Miss Foxtrot, I am afraid that we have reached the part of our evening where I change the rules. Until such time as I decide to change them again, three of the six items on the tray before you will be in play. You can choose the straight razor, and I promise we shall stop short of exsanguination. You can choose the anal plug, and that will prevent you from suffering certain defilements, but it will most certainly intensify others. There are clamps for your nipples… not everyone’s fetish, but a favorite among my troop.
We also have a vibrator in a harness guaranteed to stimulate your clitoris without relief… or maybe just a little relief before you are about to cum. There is a feather, because what is their to fear from a feather. Or the riding crop, in case someone needs to spur a mount.”
With the moonlight glinting off the edge of the honed razor and the rather large, black silicone plug, the hounds invitation to choose seemed foolish to respond to.
Your hesitation lasts too long for the Hound and you feel a hand close around the back of your neck with a steel that matched the tone of his voice.
“Which will it be, Ms. Foxtrot? If you decide not to choose, you still have made a choice. The choice that my friends will have access to all six toys.”
“The feather… the plug and the razor….” you gasp, in a rush to get the words past your lips before the Hound took your silence as consent.
You hear some muttering and cursing, and a few exclamations of excitement from the mob surrounding you.
“Thank you, my dear. My razor, please, Piglet.”
The masked pig approaches and prostrates himself with the tray over his head so that Jason can claim the shining steel and ebony knife. The blade itself shimmers like damascus steel under the night sky. The moment the slender man’s hand retrieved the blade from the tray you realize it had been missing the whole time. The whisper thin wedge of steel belonged to his hand like the lines of his palm.
He nods his head towards the blackbird and the pig rises and carries the tray to the chubby man and prostrates him again but your attention refocuses on the hound, who is running the blade over the groove between your thigh and pelvis so gently you might confuse it for the feather.
You twitch and reach for his arm to pull the blade away from your groin, but he snatches the arm away himself before you can touch him and you find men grasping at you and dragging over the back of the chaise. Your back arches along the curve of the chair and your head dangles over the edge, where a cock you can now identify as belonging to Mr. Hound dangles enticingly before your lips. Your shoulders, wrists, and hips are pressed into the cushion by the weight of masked men you can’t see.
There is a kiss of steel beneath your chin and a pinprick of pain starts to rise to a crescendo of fear as you sense nerve endings being penetrated by the warm, crisp edge of the blade.
“Your entire focus should be your mouth.” The cold voice of the hound seems very far away compared to the screaming ribbon angry nerves being cut. The hands prying your mouth open and the dick pressed upward into your tongue barely register because the direction of the knife on your throat has turned to cross over, back and forth, from chin to clavicle in a tight zigzag. The whole time the knife is moving, your mouth is being used and hands are probing between your thighs.
The tip of something firm and slick presses against your anus and begins to creep upward, splitting your ass open with the taper of what can only be the black plug that the black bird had claimed. The voices around you babble and whisper like a forest stream. The fullness of the plug becomes delightfully distracting until a sharp slice of pain along your sternum brings your attention back to the man with the sadistic streak holding his cock against your tonsils.
“I told you to close your mouth. Once again… all of your focus needs to be on what is happening in your mouth, my dear… when you lose focus, you start to bleed.”
You close your lips around the thick shaft in your mouth and begin to tongue and suck the cock seeking the depths of your throat. You listen intently for the voice of the hound to give you instructions and your world narrows to the contents of your mouth and the movement of your lips and tongue while you try to ignore the distractions of the massive cock someone has chosen to insert into your cum sloppy cunt.
The unknown man trying to fuck your pussy is oblivious to what is going on with your mouth and the knife pressed against the bone in the center of your chest. Hands maul your torso and legs and the cock between your legs starts to pound, driving your body up into the blade while the hound begins to rhythmically stroke in and out of your mouth with a much slower tempo than the angry fucker in your used pussy.
Somewhere distant in your body, you feel the sensation you know is the beginnings of orgasm, and you fight against it for fear that tumbling over the edge will distract you from your mouth, but the tension building from your abused groin and breasts wars with the conscious thought of maintaining the usefulness of your mouth hole for the hound and eventually you tumble over the orgasm and into twitching against the many hands on your body uncontrollably.
Sharp pain above the nipple interrupts your climax and then intensifies it while you struggle to hear what Jason is saying over your own grunting around his cock.
“I want you to cum again.”
And you do immediately once you understand the words… and a third time, while Jason’s dick continues to move in and out of your mouth. It takes an intense act of will to keep your mouth open to him during the intense waves of involuntary reaction to being used. You feel the cock in between your legs empty into you and then withdraw to be replaced, giving you a moment for the orgasm to subside before you find a much smaller cock grinding away inside you. You feel tears streaming up your face into your hairline and saliva on your cheeks, but the inside of your mouth is the only thing that matters.
“That’s good, little fox. You are learning what matters. The other holes will manage themselves for now while you learn to handle all the attention.”
The hounds voice and cock are the only thing penetrating your consciousness. Obedient to his commands, you abandon the rest of your body to the men using it and become only your mouth throat and tongue. Involuntary responses to pain and pleasure wrack your body, but it is all noise washed away under the raging ebb and rush of the cock down your throat and the feel of the warm testicles pressed against your nose again and again. You exhale and then slurp saliva back deeper to better lubricate yourself for the thick mass filling your throat and stretching it.
The feel of your sucking gasp pulls an orgasm out of the hound and you feel the warmth from him trickle down your throat. You redouble your efforts around his cock, trying to drain as much of him as you can. Your instinct to wrap your arms around his hips and hold him deep in your throat is foiled by the men holding your arms, but as the hound’s hips pull back, you crane your head towards him, trying to keep him a much of him in your mouth as possible while he squirts his thick, warm load into you. He reacts to your seeking lips and tongue by driving himself back down your throat while his hips twitch in time with his pulsing cock, pressing his lower abdomen against your chin.
“Ms. Foxtrot, I do believe you enjoyed that,” the hound chuckles as he works to extricate his softening member from your hungry throat.
You fight him for control of his penis with suction and pressure from your lips, but eventually he slips himself from your reach and then to your surprise, he bends down and kisses you deeply on your inverted mouth, his tongue working over your lips and into your mouth, tasting the mixture of your joining. Head reclined as it is, you are denied the view of anything higher up his body than his stomach.
You are aware as an orgasm builds inside you and it feels like Jason’s mouth on yours and the feel of the hard cock still pounding away in your pussy are freight trains on a collision course. Then you feel teeth bite into your bottom lip and the explosion from the shock of pain is the front of the two trains meeting. The hounds lips disappear from the kiss as you start to scream.
Your body is wracked with orgasm so intense it hurts. You cry out again and again while the stranger hammering your cunt thrusts ever harder into you, punishing your hole, and you fight involuntarily against those holding you in place. The hound, mask firmly back in place, is crouching in front of you, hazel eyes locked intently on your own. You feel the insides of you coated with another load of cum as the man inside you surrenders himself to the assault of your twitching pussy and the thrusting stops.
You start to sob. The man between your sore thighs is replaced by another you can’t see and the assault on your sloppy hole continues. You feel sticky trickles of hot fluid down the inside of your thighs as the mess inside you leaks out during the entry of the new cock.
Jason steps to the side and wraps his hands around your throat to hold your head still while the ginger ferret strides toward you. His hands are loose enough they do nothing to stifle your gasping sobs while your hormones swirl violently from the assault on your body. The ferret is shorter than you, with a massive patch of flaming red pubes, but otherwise naked of hair and muscled. From four steps away you can see him from neck to toes, but with each step your range of vision narrows until you see only his thighs, average cock that looks big on his body, and the joining of his ripped abs and pelvic region… then just his thighs.
You close sob again and as you open your mouth to gasp in air, you find the ginger cock obstructing your throat. Desperate for air, you gasp in through your nose and mucus streams down the back of your throat into your mouth, before dripping down the gingers furry testicles and down his thighs. You feel a jarring blow to your chest and then the ginger jackhammers your mouth like a rabbit mating.
The new man in your vagina is taking his time, so you barely notice his activity in against the backdrop of the ferret fucking your face and thumping his fist on your sternum every few strokes like a judge pounding a gavel. Jason still has his hands around your throat so your head stays stationary instead of having your head whiplashed by the ferrets abdomen on your chin.
“If you need to tap out, nod,” you hear the hounds calm voice beside your ear.
You continue to wretch, but you ignore his instructions and endure the face-fucking with tears and saliva running up your face. You start trying to use your mouth to fuck back against the cock teasing with your tongue.
“That is a very sporting attitude, Ms. Foxtrot.” the hound says with a chuckle so warm it makes you tingle and you start to cum again with his hands around your neck and his laughter in your ear.
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