Constrained, tortured and fucked

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This is a story about abduction and ****. In the real world, please always do enthusiastic positive consent. Thank you!

‘We’re going to **** you a bit, I’m afraid,’ the man who I had first met at the bar spoke softly into my ear.

I didn’t know what that meant – weren’t they already torturing me? – then I heard him whisper some more sibilant fey words, and I felt my hands lifted by another spell, spread wide and fastened to the air, pulling me back and removing all control now over all four of my limbs.

A mouth lowered onto one of my nipples, sucking and teasing, then a second mouth lowered onto my other nipple, and I started to whimper uncontrollably. It was too much… Too much. My cunt was exploding with sensation but I couldn’t push the toy out of me and I wanted more…

Then a buzzing vibrator lowered onto my clit, and I screamed at the intense sensation… The men just laughed, and I doubted anyone would hear me screaming over the loud music and the noisy club patrons.

An uncountable time later, I was a mess. It felt like an eternity. My arms were still pinned tightly back against the sofa by the magic spell, and my knees and ankles were spread wide, leaving my whole body exposed and out of my control.

Every time I pumped my hips or my inner muscles, the vibrators inside my arse and cunt turned me on even more.

My torturers didn’t let up. They had been torturing me for what felt like forever – lowering the high-pitched vibrator onto my clit, waiting delightedly while the intense sensations spiked, making me first pant fast and then scream, unable to protect my sensitive clit or stop the sensations…

Only when I was convinced that this time I was going to die would they stop, leaving me a couple of long moments panting, before inevitably placing the evil toy back on my abused clit.

‘How are you doing, slut?’ one of the men asked, brushing the hair away from my face. ‘Do you want to keep going?’

My face streamed with tears and I figured the whole club must be watching me by now, even with the loud music still playing. I wanted to cum but I couldn’t. The sensations were too intense.

‘Say no, and we’ll stop. Say yes, and we’ll make it worse.’ A finger stroked down my cheek, gently, caressing me, while other hands stroked my needy nipples. ‘What’ll it be, little animal?’

I shuddered and gasped, desperately wanting a break. I couldn’t do more. I couldn’t…

Then I whimpered to hear my voice, without even thinking, murmuring, ‘yes… yes please… oh yes.’ I couldn’t bear the thought of the sensations ceasing, even as I wanted them to stop.

The men just laughed, then the **** started again without warning, my clit exploding in sensation. I could feel the pleasure of both the men holding me, their ruthless delight in hearing me scream, and in their control over me.

This time they went for longer, and soon I was shaking, crying, screaming at the sensation. I was convinced I was going to die, that I couldn’t survive this sensation for another second, when finally they removed the vibrator from between my legs.

The pressure holding my arms eased, and I moaned in relief to feel them helping me back up onto the couch.

‘Fasten the animal’s hands behind her back,’ murmured the first man to the other man. I gasped in shock as the man pulled my hands behind my back, whispering more foreign-sounding magical words, securely restraining my hands. The first man pulled me in close against him, holding me by the hair. My bare breasts felt lewd against the front of his suit jacket.

‘We’re going to fuck you now, animal,’ he spoke directly in my ear, and I jumped in shock but didn’t move away.

‘Get that toy out of her,’ he ordered the other man and I whimpered to feel the man’s hands between my legs, and to feel him pulling the thick toy out of my cunt. ‘She needs to learn what happens to animals who don’t keep their legs shut.’

I didn’t like him calling me ‘the animal’ but it also turned me on really badly. He pulled me astride him, and I moaned at the feeling of his hard member against my stomach. I was still so wet, so turned on, so **** for more sensation, there was no way I was going to stop him, even when realized he was going to fuck me bare.

He was large but I was very wet, and I moaned at how easily he slipped inside me. I still couldn’t believe I was doing this, on full display in a club. They hadn’t released the spell on my legs, and my knees were **** wide apart on the couch on either side of him, allowing him to push deeply into me.

He sighed, a deep contented sigh, as he started to grind against me, slowly, rhythmically. Then he said something I didn’t understand. ‘Go find Halath, we need all three.’

His words puzzled me but I let it go. Oh, this was so risky and dangerous and wrong, but I had come here tonight for adventure, and this was more adventure than had ever happened to me.

The man used me like a cocktoy, pumping himself into me with his hips, using his hands on my hips to pull me back and forth. I was so insanely wet, I could feel my juices running all over his suit pants, and I knew he was going to cum inside me. The anal beads were still inside me, intensifying the sensation, making me feel even more full.

He came with a deep, satisfied moan, emptying himself into me, and I shuddered as he whispered more fey words that I didn’t understand, the magic seeming to hold me against him, exactly where I was with his cock still buried deeply into me. The man pulled me down against his torso by a firm grip behind my head, and groaned in deep satisfaction. I was embarrassed at the knowledge that his cum was settling inside me, warm and liquid.

‘Good bitch,’ he murmured into my ear.

Still seated astride him, his cock buried deep inside me, I flushed at the warm feeling of having pleased him, of having been used to provide him with pleasure. I was surprised to find how much that turned me on. I began to wish that he would harden and start driving into me again.

‘You done with her, Daemir?’ I jumped at the sound. It was the second man, speaking from above me, and I felt confused at the oddly old-fashioned names. It seemed to me, as if from far away, that the names and their odd accents should mean something to me, but I was too turned on to think about it now.

‘Yes, the slut is all yours, Aldith,’ Daemir said simply, and I blushed again. I didn’t like – and was equally turned on by – the feeling that they were taking turns with me, without even asking me what I wanted. Though – I grimaced inside – probably my responses to their touch had told them plenty about what I wanted.

The one called Aldith slid a hand into my loose hair, taking a firm grip and pulling me up off Daemir’s lap. I whimpered to feel the man’s cock sliding out of me, then I whimpered again in sheer embarrassment. I was still blindfolded, my dress hung open down my front, my underwear, flimsy enough to start with, was gone, and I still couldn’t pull my legs together. I was still in a public club, dammit, near naked and being tortured and fucked.

My hands were also still restrained behind my back, and I realized that if I wanted to escape, I wouldn’t be able to. I still hadn’t seen their faces. Oddly, the feeling of being so completely in their power turned me on even more.

Aldith manhandled me around the couch, making me walk even with my feet still **** wide apart by the spell on them, then he shoved me forward so my hips were against the high sofa back, my feet just touching the ground and my body bent fully forward.

I gasped in shock at how **** I felt, bent forward with my legs spread wide, but I didn’t have time to process the emotion before I felt a hot, hard cock pushing against me, impaling me. He was rougher than Daemir, the first man, had been, and I heard myself half-screaming with the sensation as he pushed him deeply into me. He didn’t wait for my body to adapt to him, he just started to pound hard into me.

He was so rough that it almost hurt, but it was a good pain, my pleasure spiking high each time he thrust deeply and viciously into me. ‘Good animal,’ murmured Daemir, still sitting in his place on the couch beside my head.

I whimpered in shock to hear Aldith grunting the same words over again as he drove into me from behind. ‘Animal, animal, silly animal, so good for fucking, teach your your place.’

I was embarrassed but also turned on by the strange arrogance in his voice, the degrading words making the pleasure spike even more strongly inside me.

Aldith’s rough fucking was starting to overwhelm my senses when he finally came inside me, yelling his pleasure. I blushed again, remembering the club patrons around us, but no-one seemed to have noticed or to care what the men were doing to me in our dark corner.

I knew that Aldith had used me bare as well, and I whimpered to think of his juices settling into me alongside Daemir’s. Daemir was still sitting beside my head, and he stroked my cheek gently. ‘Nearly ready,’ he murmured, his words puzzling me. ‘Such a good little animal.’

‘Your turn, Halath,’ grunted Aldith, pulling himself out of me, and slapping me on the butt as if I was a cow or a horse. I jumped but I had no time to process his words as Aldith picked me up bodily by my hips and rolled me over the sofa back, to land on my back on the couch, my head still near Daemir.

‘My pleasure,’ came a darker, deeper voice, and I whimpered in shock, trying to move away as an unknown hand came to rest on my knee. I couldn’t move away from him. My hands were pinned behind my back, underneath me, and I couldn’t pull my legs together. I knew the newcomer – Halath, I supposed – was looking straight at my exposed breasts and pussy, and I shuddered, feeling **** and exposed.

I still didn’t like the sense that they were taking turns with me, but my body also felt pinned to the soft cushions of the club sofa. The newcomer slid a caressing hand up my shin and soft inner thigh, making me shiver both from the physical sensation and the feeling of a third complete stranger touching me.

‘You both seeded her?’ the new voice asked and I trembled at his odd wording, feeling overwhelmed as his fingers started to play with my pussy, his knuckles rubbing against the sensitive skin inside my labia between my entrance and my clit.

Halath, the newcomer, didn’t wait for an answer from them, continuing speaking. ‘The animal takes our cocks well. You have done well.’

I gasped at his words. I tried to rise or to roll away, but I couldn’t, as I felt the man’s weight settling over me. His mouth lowered onto one of my breasts, and I moaned in need as he started to suckle on my nipple, while his hips settled between my legs.

I moaned again to feel him starting to push his shaft inside me without asking, thick and hard like an iron rod. He was bare like the other men, warm and wet. I wasn’t sure I liked him, I didn’t know if I even wanted him to fuck me. Yet it felt so damn good as he thrust into me, his silken smooth flesh sliding along my internal walls, already sensitized by the other two men’s penetration.

The newcomer pushed deeply into me, and ground himself against my pussy. Like the previous two men, he seemed engrossed in finding his own pleasure inside my body. I imagined his strong back arching as his hips drove into me, and in response, I felt my own back arching, opening me up even wider, allowing him to drive even deeper inside me.

The man laughed in rich delight at my response, his rhythm starting to speed up. I could hear the lustful excitement in his breathing above me. He was bare inside me and was going to cum while buried in me up to the hilt, spurting his juices deeply into me to combine with the other men’s.

He too grunted under his breath while he fucked. ‘Good animal, animal lets strangers use her, good slut, fertile animal, taking our seed, taking our seed…’

I shuddered at his words and tried to roll away again, but he trapped me easily, pinned beneath his weight and impaled on his hard shaft. He just laughed, a rich laugh, husky with his lust. ‘No, you don’t, animal, I’ve got you beneath me now, on your back, legs spread, where you belong. Teach you your place.’

Then he was hammering himself fiercely into me, pounding deeply, harshly against my insides, seeking his orgasm. My cunt spasmed against him, desperately wanting more. I didn’t want the sensation to ever stop, and even as his words earlier had puzzled me, I was more and more turned on by his voice grunting over and again, ‘bitch, bitch, take that bitch, good animal…’

Then I felt him cumming sharply inside me, and I half-screamed at the intensity of the sensation, deeply turned on by the wet feeling between my legs. I didn’t know whether I was more turned on by the knowledge that his hot seed was settling into me or by the feeling of having control taken away from me so that the men could use me.

Then I heard them – all three of them – laugh in sheer, intense, victorious triumph, even as the third man lay collapsed on top of me, his member still inside me and pulsing after his ejaculation. My insides were hot and burning, the world was shimmering in and out. I drifted, half fainting from the sensations.

I struggled feebly against them, feeling some kind of magic driving through me. But it did me no good as I felt all three men – the third man still inside me – holding me down and restraining me with firm hands.

I heard Daemir’s voice chuckling as the stream of magic rose around us, strong and powerful as a river in flood, blinding me with its light even through the blindfold.

‘It’s too late to struggle now, bitch. Good animal. You will make a good concubine.’

Then the darkness took me.

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