No Memory

They weren’t having sex with me because they loved me. And no way was this consensual! I was their sex slave just like Mr. Carlisle and his uncle have made me, a sex slave with no hope of escaping them.

For a long while it was just the two of them, spit roasting me on a chair, the newcomer would just watch and occasionally fondle my breasts. Maybe mentally I couldn’t tune what they were doing out but not physically. That was why when they moved me around so that they had complete access to all my orifices.

I only knew that things were escalating when I felt a third cock enter my lower body. I was filled in a way that was very unpleasant for me physically

Mercifully for me that was when my mind fully shut down. When I came too I was all alone, naked in the same room the three had their way with me. My pussy and ass throbbed, my throat was sore and my body was covered by dried cum. I tried to raise my head but everything started to spin. I lowered my head back to the floor until the spinning sensation passed.

I tried again to raise my head, this time things stayed in one place. Getting a little bolder I worked myself up onto my elbows. Everything outside of the throbbing pain in my lower holes seems alright. I gently tried to get my feet under me, make it upright thanks to the chair lending me some support.

A cautious few steps from the chair seemed to be a major victory for me. I was still upright, legs a little wobbly but seemed that they would hold my weight. Still I made my way over to the wall then to the door, staying within reach of the wall. I slowly made my way towards the sounds of people.

Without thinking I went around the corner into the room with the voices. Suddenly they all stopped, all eyes centered on me and my appearance. Gasps were heard then a voice that I recognized out of all the voices and gasps.

“There you are, Miss Clements, not completely sure that is acceptable work attire but I’m sure we can make allowances for this being your first day!” Then the voice came closer to me, taking me by my right elbow. “Come to my office and we’ll discuss this!”

Mr. Carlisle escorted me to his office, closing and locking the door as the rest of the room resumed talking, probably about the clothing I wasn’t wearing!