There I was. How I had gotten myself into this mess I had no idea. Wrong place at the wrong time kind of deal, I suppose. But there I was. Surrounded. Five of them all around me, motorcycles running and revving, whooping and hollering as they circled me. The smell of exhaust and leather filled my nostrils. Screeching tires and profanities filled my ears. I had no idea what was about to happen, but something about the situation made me feel alive.
I had ventured out later than usual that night. There was something drawing me out of the house. I felt bored, lonely, ready for an adventure. I had no idea that when I turned the corner into the bad part of town that I was putting myself right in the middle of a somewhat seedy gathering.
The streets were lined with bars, liquor stores and run down buildings. Half the street lights were out and even now I have no idea what gave me the courage to wander down that road. But there I was. Only a few blocks down Centinel Avenue on the wrong side of the tracks, alone and walking into a group a bikers. I just thought I would take a look, a little bit of stupidity and bravery just checking out what they were up to. I planned to walk on by, never looking back and circling around to head home. I regretted my path almost as soon as I began on it, but I couldn’t turn back. It would draw their attention. Make me look like I was up to something. So I carried on forward.
A group of thugs on motorcycles hung out in a parking lot in front of an old run down bar. The neon red sign flickered and buzzed in the dark. ‘The Red Diamond’ it flashed. Several small groups lingered outside on the bar patio, drinking beer and smoking. There was loud laughter and rowdy conversation both in and out of the building. I stayed to the sidewalk and made it about half way past the parking lot when I heard it. The loud rev of a motorcycle just a few feet away from me. It made me jump slightly but I kept on walking. The steady brrr of the bike seemed to get closer and several more started up. I didn’t look back but in a moment of panic I started across the street.
There I was. Standing in the middle of the street, suddenly surrounded. We had made it past the bar a little ways but there were spectators laughing and whooping from the patio. Five of them rode around me, circling, screeching and waving their arms in the air like it was a party. I tried to keep my eyes down, but I couldn’t help looking up at them. They weren’t what I thought, what I was expecting. They were women.
After a few moments of circling me, one motioned with her hand and they all slowed to a stop. I couldn’t see much, it was dark and there was so much exhaust in the air it was hard to make out what they looked like. The one who signalled got off of her bike and stepped toward me. She must have been the leader, as they all took their cue from her. She walked up to me and I could just barely make out her pink hair through the smoke. Her stern but sultry voice ordered me to get on the back of her bike. I tried to protest, looking around me for a way out and putting my hand over my pocket where I kept my wallet. I pulled it from its home and with a shaking hand I offered it to her. Her smile, though difficult to see, was haunting.
“That’s not what we want.” She explained with a ‘hmf’. “We want to play.”
My eyes burned from the bike exhaust and I coughed as she pushed me toward her ride. She ordered me on the back and she swung her leg over the seat. The engine revved again and in a moment we were off. I couldn’t move, I was paralysed with my arms wrapped around the leaders waist. I could have run, but they would have caught me. I was on foot and they could have easily caught up to me. I did as she commanded and held tight on the back of the bike. The leader rode off first, carrying me in tow. The other four followed her and we sped past the bar where the spectators cheered as we passed.
I can’t remember how long we were riding. It seemed like an eternity as my mind raced with possibilities of what they were going to do with me. They didn’t want my money, she said they wanted to play. What could that mean?
We drove through the dark parts of town. Into neighbourhoods I had never ventured into before. I didn’t know the area but eventually we pulled up to an old house. The paint on the exterior was flaking and dull. The lawn and small garden areas were unkempt with brown grass and wilted plants. A black iron fence surrounded the property and the run down porch looked like it was barely standing. All the windows were blacked out by dark curtains on the inside and tall untrimmed trees blocked a good portion of the house from the view of the street.
We pulled up and one of the bikers got off of her ride and opened the gate. We all drove through and around to the back of the house. They all parked their bikes side by side and the sound of the engines all went quiet. This part of town was almost dead quiet, there weren’t any other houses close and the entire street seemed deserted. We all jumped off of the silent machines and the bikers made their way into the back door of the strange and dark house. I could have ran, none of them were looking and I could have tried to get away. But I was afraid and they were all still so close. I looked to the gate and edged my way toward the street. It was no use, two of them grabbed onto my jacket and began dragging me up the back steps.
This was the moment that I panicked. Who knows what kind of violent games they had planned. Maybe they would try to ransom me, kidnap and use me as some kind of work slave, I couldn’t imagine all the way this could go badly for me. I started to scream and shout for help. To struggle and fight for freedom but they were strong and aggressive. They pulled me up the stairs, one of them covered my mouth with one soft hand and shoved me through the back door. The back door shut loudly and the girl bikers all whooped and grunted as they dragged me through the house.
It was dark and musty inside. I couldn’t see much past the women pushing me through the halls and rooms of this dank dusty lair. We passed through a run down kitchen and made our way to a door with a symbol painted crudely on the front that resembled XXX with a line through it. Just as they opened the door I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. They pulled me down a dark flight of stairs into an even darker basement. I could hear my breathing heavy and laboured as the women made no noise. Suddenly, light filled the room and I was faced with an intriguing and frightening scene.
The basement was unfinished. The concrete walls were cold even in appearance and the floor was covered in a variety of mismatched area rugs. There were lanterns hung around the room casting light and shadow over the furniture that was placed in each corner. I stood in front of the door and the rectangular room made it easy to see everything. To my left was a St. Andrews Cross made of lumber and crude leather straps. The walls around the cross had mounted shelves holding various implements of torture. I saw riding crops, whips, a cat o’ nine tails, paddles and a few nipple clamps.
In the far left corner of the room was an old four post bed frame with dark chipped paint. A mattress covered in a black cotton bedsheet sat atop the frame and a few pillows varying in colour, size and shape lay ripped and scattered over the bed. The posts were wrapped in black bondage tape that was torn and frayed hanging down to the floor. A long desk sat up against the wall beside the bed and was covered in sexual implements. Bottles of pump lube, various sizes of chastity cages, cock rings, collars, handcuffs and bondage tape, more paddles and whips. I couldn’t believe the variety of toys they had arranged on the surface of the table. Colourful dildos of different sizes, strap-ons and anal toys and even some play things that I couldn’t identify. What did these women have planned for me down here?
I looked to my right and in the corner closest to the door was a makeshift stockade made of lumber, plywood and leather stapled around the surface. A few anal toys ranging from small beginners plugs to massive knuckle dildos sat on a shelf on the wall behind the stockade.
The last corner was the most terrifying. Screwed into the concrete walls were two chains ending in steel cuffs. What the fuck was happening here?
I watched as the 5 women stood between me and the only way out. One girl set several locks on the door and I knew I wasn’t getting out of this unless they allowed it. They all lined up and they each smiled at me in their own frightening way. My hands shook and I felt sweat drip down my spine as the leader stepped forward.
Her hair was a short, bubblegum pink pixie cut with fuchsia streaks. She wore a black leather jacket with silver chains hanging from the cuffs and pockets. Under her jacket was a white tube top that displayed her jewelled navel piercing and ample breasts. Her skin tight black leather pants hugged every curve of her hips and her thick supple thighs. She wore black stiletto boots with thin silver chains and buckles. Her nails were painted white and her silver bangle bracelets matched her large hoop earrings. Her eyes were lined in thick black makeup and her lashes were impossibly dense. Her lips were natural and she had a monroe piercing with a small diamond jewel on her right side.
“Well look what little snacky we picked ourselves up ladies. Think you could wander around our neck of the woods and just walk on by? You have to pay the toll for being on our side of the tracks.” She bit her lip and smirked at me with her hands on her hips.
“Toll? I- I didn’t mean to…” she cut me off mid sentence with a sly finger to her lips.
“Now, now. Don’t fight it, you won’t win. This is what is going to happen. We are all going to have our way with you. Do as we like with your body and use you in every way imaginable and you’re going to be a good boy until we are done with you. You, however, better not have too much fun, if you know what I mean.” My eyes widened as I listened to her plans. “I’m Nalia. I may as well introduce you to my gang here. These are the ladies that will be taking control of your cock for the rest of the night. If you’re lucky.”
Nalia want through the line of bikers introducing each one. My heart thumped in my chest and my pulse was audible in my temple as I got a good look at each women. Each more terrifying than the last.
First was Izzy. She had mocha skin and a curvy Latina body. Her hair was jet black and tied up in a tight, neat ponytail that was so long it hung down almost to her backside. Her skin was flawless and clear and her eyes were painted with shimmering golden shadow climbing all the way up to her tin shaped brows. Her lashes were long and clearly false with tiny golden jewels attached to the tips. Her lips were natural except for sharp maroon lip liner around the edges. Large golden hoops hung from her ears and a few piercings lined the tops of her ears.
Izzy’s long slender neck was covered in tattoos that trailed down her chest and bare arms. She wore a navy blue and orange horizontal striped tank top and a pair of cut off denim shorts barely covered her big, round latina ass. Her legs were thick and smooth and she wore dark navy sneakers. Her nails were so long and painted bright orange and she had golden bracelets jangling around her wrists. Besides her exotic makeup her face displayed a confident yet frightening attitude and she exuded a dangerous essence that scared me.
The next biker that Nalia introduced me to was Rihanna. She was a short, petite black woman with an attitude of almost indifference to the situation. She looked sort of bored but she also licked her lips at me like she was about to pounce on me. Her ebony hair was styled into a short bob that got longer as it made its way to the front of her face. Her almond shaped eyes were smoldering and surrounded by amethyst purple eyeshadow and eyeliner that came to a point in the outer corners. Her lashes were thick and fluttering but with a natural feel. Her wide nose flared as she smirked at me. Her full, pouting lips were painted with almost metallic purple lipstick that shimmered under the dim lighting.
She wore a black tank top barely visible under her puffy metallic silver jacket. She wore black, shiny leather pants that bloused every time she moved. Her shoes were six inch shiny purple plastic stilettos with silver buckles wrapping around her ankles. She wore an oversized teardrop shaped topaz ring and long silver tassel drop earrings. Her attitude was just off putting in a normal situation but it was oddly arousing how disinterested she seemed in me.
The next biker was a pin up girl version of Jessica Rabbit. Bridgit was one of the most stunning and exotic looking women I had ever laid eyes on. She was tall and voluptuous with round curves and a sensual essence. Her candy apple red hair was curled and pinned up on the top of her head in victory rolls with thick ringlets falling down over her shoulders. Her eyes were green and bright and lined with thin black pin up winged liner. Her lips were a glistening wet scarlet red and looked irresistable. She had two angel bite piercings with small emerald green jewels.
Colourful tattoos stretched all the way up both of her arms and across the front of her chest above her cleavage. Reds and greens and purples painted her pale skin and was only covered by her red leather jacket that hugged her shoulders. Her breasts were pushed up almost to her chin by a tight red leather corset. The corset was practically painted onto her skin and tied so tight that her waist was impossibly small. It had silver hooks fastening the front and thin boning accenting her curves. Her green spandex pants showed off her supple ass and her hips were rounded and curvaceous. She wore red stilettos that made her calves pop and her legs seemed to go on forever. Her fingernails were red and perfectly manicured and her tattoos peeked out from beneath the sleeves of her leather jacket.
The last biker was a very short asian woman named Leanne. Her frame was slim and she stood against the wall with her arms crossed in front of her petit chest. Her hair was blue streaked with black and violet and was held up on the top of her head in a messy bun. Her eyes were natural but her lips were adorned with black lipstick. Silver balls pierced her right eyebrow and nose and her ears each had several piercings. She had on a black leather jacket that looked a size or two too small and was covered in silver studs and chains. Beneath her jacket was an off-white tattered t shirt with strategically placed rips and tears. Her light blue jeans were torn at the knees and up the thighs revealing her smooth flesh.
Her black boots were bulky and worn out. Her nails were painted with chipped black nail polish and I could just make out a small black chinese symbol tattoo on the front of her left wrist. She chewed on a gob of pink bubblegum and snapped it with her tongue as she looked me up and down.
Each and every one of them were intimidating, strong women and I knew I would never get out of this room unless they let me out. I stood still and quiet and when Nalia was finished introducing the gang, she turned back to me.
“Now, I think it’s about time we gave you a little tour. You’re going to get a little hands on experience tonight. Get over here.” She wrapped her hand around the back of my neck and pushed me to the corner of the room with the St. Andrews Cross. My heart thumped in my chest hard and fast as I was shoved toward the cross. I put my hands out to catch myself and felt the wood under my fingers. It was sanded smooth but still felt homemade. I looked at it for a moment, intrigued, until I felt hands grab both my wrists and stretch out my arms. Before I could even think to struggle I was strapped into the leather cuffs that were screwed into the wooden planks of the cross.
I was facing the cross and looking into the corner of the room. I could strain to see what was going on behind me but I was too afraid to move. I stared straight into the cement wall and felt hands all over me. They tore at my clothing and ripped everything off of my body. They pulled my shoes off and ripped my boxers in one smooth motion and they laughed until I was standing there completely naked and strapped to a wooden cross. I was shaking, trembling from the cold floor and the fear of what would happen next.
Nalia walked behind the cross where I could see her. She teased me, running her hand along all the toys that she could potentially use to abuse me. She looked me in the eye and with a sly smile and a playful wink she picked up a long black riding crop and rested it on her right shoulder. She slowly walked around the cross and out of my line of sight again.
“Take your pick ladies!” She hollered. The others whooped and cheered and took what toys they wanted to use on me from the tables and shelves around the room. I couldn’t see everything they were doing or what they had chosen but I knew I was in for a night of pain. “We could line up, or…free for all!” Nalia shouted in a war cry and her cry was followed by the entire group.
‘Free for all!’ They all agreed in unison. Very quickly I heard a swoosh and felt a strap of leather strike my right ass cheek. It wasn’t hard, just a tease, but it made me jump and I could feel my heart jump into my throat. They were torturing me, making me wait and worry before they dealt out the real pain. Another slap came, this time on the left cheek. A leather paddle. One after another, each with different torture tools, the strikes came. Harder and harder. The gang laughed and joked, each taking turns whipping and beating me, each strike gaining speed and strength. A cat o’ nine tails struck my thigh and I winced. The sting of my flesh being struck made my cock twitch and my eyes roll back in my head. Suddenly I felt warm breath on my neck and I realized I had shut my eyes tight. I heard a smooth, sensual voice in my ear and my entire body tingled.
“You belong to the Triple X’s now. Get ready for some fun.” A shiver ran down my spine and it was that moment that I realized I was fully erect and gushing precum onto the cold cement floor. I had never been so aroused. The slap of the leather on my skin, the sensual teasing from the lips of dark angels behind me. I was born to be in chains. To be dominated by these vixens. I wondered, though, how far would they go? How much could I handle?
A roar of ‘oooh’ sounded behind me and my curiosity overcame my fear. I strained to look at what was happening behind me and could just barely make out Rihanna stepping toward me with something in her hand. All I could see was a blur of bright pink and she disappeared out of my sight. I was held tight to the cross and couldn’t twist enough to see anything more. I felt hands groping my ass and spreading my cheeks and the women all giggled and taunted me.
Something cold pressed against my tight sphincter as the girls all spread my ass and tortured me.
“Mmm, you’re gonna feel this in the morning!”
“Just relax, it’ll be easier on you if you just let it happen.”
“Don’t fight it. Your ass is ours!”
I gritted my teeth and tried to relax my body as the toy that Rihanna was using pressed hard against my anus. I squirmed and clenched my eyes shut and the pressure was so intense that I cried out in pain. My hole stretched and she didn’t stop until I couldn’t take it anymore. I screamed and begged for mercy and tried to wriggle away. Several hands grabbed onto me and held me still forcefully and I felt the pressure increase as the toy still pushed inside me.
“You’ll shut the fuck up and take it you bitch!” One of them hissed. I felt something placed over my mouth and fingers forcing my lips open. A ball gag was placed into my mouth and was strapped tight around the back of my head. I had never felt this before and my mouth was held forcefully open by the gag while the toy being pushed into my backside started to be pulled out. I felt my sphincter contract and my cock throbbed immediately as the sensation of being anal raped fulfilled a fantasy I didn’t even know I had.
My fingers curled over the top of the cross and I gripped the wood as the toy entered me again. The slaps and strikes continued to sting my flesh as the girls beat me hard. My ass hole expanded and contracted with every insertion of the toy and every single thrust got deeper and deeper. I shivered and moaned through the ball gag, sweat beading on my forehead and saliva dripping down my chin as I breathed heavily.
“Don’t take it easy on him Rihanna! Break him in for me!” Izzy egged her on. They all snickered as Rihanna fucked me deeper. I started wondering how big this toy really was as it slid farther and farther into my ass. I felt the bumps on the surface of the toy tickling my anus and suddenly a curve surprised me. The toy twisted inside me and the tip massages my g spot before the true torture started. My moment of intense pleasure ended abruptly as suddenly Rihanna was pounding my ass with the force of a jack hammer. The gang roared and cheered her on, shouting the most terrifying sexual expletives I could have imagined.
The anal force became unbearable and I once again attempted to squirm away with no success. I pressed myself forward against the cross and the fucking continued. My body clenched and I breathed heavy and hard into my ball gag. The pain was shooting through my pelvis and after a moment of fear and discomfort my body began to twitch and writhe. I embraced the intensity. My cock rubbed against the leather on the cross and suddenly each heavy strike of a paddle or riding crop gave me a small orgasm. I had never thought such a situation could give me this incredible feeling of belonging and sensuality. I felt like I had always belonged to these women and even though I still feared for my life, I wanted more.
Before long I was pushed right up against the cross and the forced anal penetration was about to make me release onto the cement floor. Just as I was beginning to hyperventilate and getting ready to explode, Rihanna pulled the curved toy from my aching hole and I collapsed. My legs gave out all at once and I hung there from my restraints struggling to breath. I could barely make out the high pitched laughter of my captors as they pulled me up onto my feet. They released my wrists and I realized how tender they were from the cuffs.
I tried to regain my muscle control and stand up but the women were already dragging me across the room to the run down bed in the corner. They tossed me like a ragdoll onto the old mattress and I lay sprawled out on my stomach waiting to find out what was next. I tried to turn over onto my back but my body was trembling. Before long I felt hands on my legs groping up my thighs and heard giggling around me. I was flipped over and saw Izzy standing over me with an evil grin. She leaned over me and dragged her long orange nails over my chest. A shiver ran down my spine and I swallowed hard as she mounted me. She was nude now and her skin was flawless and smooth pressed against me. She was perfectly trimmed and her pussy was already wet and rubbing against my erection. She bent forward and her breasts pressed against my chest.
She leaned in close, pulling my ball gag off and letting me wipe the saliva from my mouth as I breathed deep. She smiled and her lips grazed mine. I felt a warmth at first but it was short lived. She bit my lower lip and I winced in pain. I felt my boner twitch under Izzy’s dripping cunt and she looked into my eyes.
“That dick is mine now and it better not disappoint.” She whispered to me. My body shook and she sat back on my crotch. As she leaned back my cock slid easily into her wet hole and I let out a loud moan. My face twisted in pleasure as Izzy grabbed onto my nipples and started to hump back and forth, riding me and laughing at my weakness. I slid my hands up her legs and felt her soft smooth flesh. She slapped my hands away and smacked me across the face without skipping a beat. She laughed and grabbed me by the throat, leaning in again.
“You’re here for me, bitch. You don’t get to touch!” Her voice was steady and commanding and I nodded instinctively. She grabbed my wrists and held them above my head. I looked up to see Nalia fastening a pair of silver handcuffs around my wrists. I held my arms above my head, afraid to move without permission. Sweat dripped into my eyes but I never looked away from Izzy leaning over me. She bit her lip and her expression exuded control and pleasure. She bounced her round ass on my cock and I suddenly had a realization.
“Wh-what if…should we be using protection?” I stuttered, afraid of the reaction I would get. Again, the gang around me laughed and Izzy increased her speed and slammed her ass down on me with a sadistic titter.
“Toy’s don’t get protection! You’re a fuckin’ pussy!” Leanne snorted from beside the bed.
“Shut the fuck up, nobody told you you could have an opinion!” Rihanna jeered. Fuck this bitch Izzy, get yours girl!” The rest all cheered and hooted as Izzy continued to ride my cock. Her tits bounced over my face and I gripped the sheet that was now ascue on the mattress. My knuckles were white and I stared up at Izzy’s trembling lip. The gang seemed to see what I saw and they all began to cheer her on.
“There it is girl! Make this fuck toy yours!”
“Get it! Use that fuckin’ cock!”
Before I knew it Izzy was letting out a long, drawn out moan and leaning back on my cock. She reached down and rubbed her clit fast and hard and just as I could feel her pussy tighten and contract around my member, she pulled me out of her warmth and my dick flopped down onto my stomach. She sprayed me with her decadent juices, squirting her womanly cream all over my stomach and chest as she screamed. A bit of her juice splashed onto my mouth and I wished I could taste her sweetness. Her scent was covering me and I twitched and writhed, wanting more of her.
When she had emptied herself onto me and was finished massaging her clit to completion, she crawled off of me and I was surrounded by the sound of the entire gang screaming in congratulations. I looked around to see them all fist pumping the air and applauding their sisters climax. I swallowed hard again and my vision was blurry as one of the other girls climbed onto the bed beside me.
“Faggot you better not get soft on me!” Rihanna whispered with contempt. She had taken off her outfit and was now wearing nothing but a huge chainmail necklace that covered her chest. Her pussy was trimmed neatly with a landing strip. Her skin was deep and luxurious and her hands were strong. She grabbed my cock and squeezed, precum gushing from my tip. I let out a soft moan and closed my eyes. Rihanna turned around and mounted me in reverse cowgirl. I quickly looked down to see her gorgeous thick ass waving back and forth over my dick, teasing and taunting me. Before I could see her lower that ass down onto my throbbing erection, my vision was blocked.
Leanne was crawling on top of me, straddling my chest. She was naked from the waist down but still wore her tattered t-shirt, ripped so perfectly so that I could just make out her perky breasts beneath the fabric. She was so petite and almost weightless sitting on my chest. She grabbed my hair and pulled my head back.
“You better lick me real good you slut or you’ll get a beating like you wouldn’t believe.” Her voice was high pitched but somehow so dominating. She slid forward and slowly began to rub her shaved pussy over my face. Her taste was more delicate than Izzy’s and I let my tongue slide past my lips and find her labia. Just as I tasted her swollen clit I felt Rihanna reach down and grab my cock. She waved it back and forth, rubbing the tip against her already moist pussy lips. She teased my head until she groaned out loud and lowered herself down onto me. She was so unbelievably tight I could barely fit and she laughed.
“That’s a good dildo!” Rihanna cried out. She managed to fit me all the way inside and immediately was bouncing up and down. I could feel her ass slapping down on me and my tool felt incredible inside her taut hole. Leanne humped my face, crouching over my head and rubbing her dripping lips against my mouth. I licked her clit and lapped up her juices, so afraid to disappoint her. It was so hard to concentrate with my dick deep inside such a perfect pussy but I did everything I could to pleasure the goddess that graced my face with her warm liquid.
Leanne let out long, whining moans and I could taste her getting wetter and wetter. Her fingers were laced through my hair and she pushed my head hard into her pelvis. Her humping got faster and Rihanna was now grinding slowly back and forth. I felt a tightening in my balls, my cock being pounded into submission and a fear inside me that made me feel complete. My head was spinning though I couldn’t see anything past Leanne’s stomach. A flutter in my chest and a familiar sensation in my loins told me that I was ready to climax. A terror washed over me. What if I came? What if I couldn’t keep satisfying my captors and they were angry?
I clenched my fists around the chain of my cuffs and tried to hold back, focusing on the task of pleasing the women using me as their toy. My head swam with worry but just as I thought I couldn’t hold back long enough to finish my task as a sex slave for this gang of biker women, Rihanna lifted her ass off of my cock. Leanne also pulled her juicy pussy from my face and both of the women turned around. Rihanna and Leanne were now facing each other on top of me. Leanne sat back on my face and I could taste her sweet starfish as she grinded her ass and pussy into my eager tongue. Rihanna also sat back onto me, my dick entering her again with a wet slurping sound. My abs contracted with the pressure of her tight pussy and I continued to lick at Leanne’s gushing cunt as the two humped me from both ends.
I could just barely hear what was going on around me with Leanne’s thighs pressed around my ears. The sounds of these two Goddesses kissing each other over me was echoing against the cement walls. Their lips were smacking, their tongues wrestling and every muscle in my body shortened. I heard them moan into each others mouths and felt each of their pussies tighten and get even wetter. Knowing the pleasure that I was providing and the orgasms that were about to release all over me was more than my weak body could take.
Leanne let out a high squeal as she climaxed. Her pussy gushed all over my face and mouth, dripping down my cheeks and neck and drowning me in delicious womanly juices. Rihanna, too, reached orgasm and her already tight pussy squeezed so hard around my shaft, pulsing and coaxing the essence from my body. Her long loud grunt and the shaking of her orgasmic pelvis pushed me so far over the edge nothing could have stopped me from releasing.
The three of us climaxed together. My body convulsed and I let out uncontrollable groans into Leanne’s dripping hole. I lost control of my muscles, my body seizing and my cock throbbing as cum shot into Rihanna’s heavenly cavern. I filled her with a creamy ooze and my eyes adjusted back to the light as Leanne climbed off of my face. I breathed deep, trying to catch my breath and regain my composure. I managed to lift my head enough to look down at Rihanna still sitting on my cock. She was playing with her chest and looking around at the rest of the gang that had crowded around the bed.
“Did he?” Nalia asked with a scowl. “He better not have.”
Rihanna licked her lips at me and smirked as if she was excited by my failure. My heart fluttered as she slowly lifted herself off of me. My softening cock flopped out of her creamy hole and slapped down on my stomach with a splat. I continued to look down and watch my cum gush and drip from from her slit. The gang all looked down at me with evil in their eyes and Nalia leaned over the edge of the bed.
“You’ll be sorry you did that.” She said matter of factly.
I layed exhausted and terrified on the bed, female juices and my own illadvized orgasm drenching me. I moaned a pathetic plea of mercy under my breath as all these woman grabbed onto me and pulled me off the bed and onto the floor. They dragged me to the corner and fastened the chains around my wrists, exchanging the handcuffs for shackles. I was naked and sitting back against the cold, concrete walls. My hands were cuffed to the wall and a gang of female bikers all standing in front of me. They all dressed and left except for Nalia who crouched in front of me.
“That’s a shame, puppy. You won’t be leaving until we are all pleased. And I’m afraid you’ll hafta be punished for daring to enjoy yourself. Trust me, you wont make that mistake again.” She grinned at me and stood up.
She left me there. Chained and naked, not knowing how long I would be kept in this basement as their sex slave. Part of me was so afraid, so nervous. But a part of me felt complete. Like this is what I was meant for. I sat quietly and waited for my Mistresses to return, and for my well deserved punishment.
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