They arrive

The house fell silent.

Chloe knelt in the center of the living room, her arms bound behind her, her breathing shallow around the gag. The wig tickled her bare shoulders. The mask pressed against her face. Every shadow seemed to move, every creak of the house amplified in the quiet.

She'd positioned herself carefully—on display, waiting, just like the women in the photos Josh had saved. Her heart hammered against her ribs.

Fifteen minutes.

She could do this. She would surprise him. He would be thrilled.

Josh stepped inside first, his laughter echoing through the entryway. "I know, I know, she probably planned something special, but—"

He stopped.

Richard followed, his heavy footsteps faltering. "What the—"

Daniel came next, his voice cutting off mid-sentence.

Ethan brought up the rear, a beer in his hand, his easy grin freezing as his eyes landed on the woman in the center of the room.

Silence.

Chloe knelt frozen, her body on display, the mask hiding her identity but doing nothing to conceal her naked breasts, her bound arms, the gag stretching her lips. She couldn't speak. Couldn't move. Couldn't explain.

She watched Josh's face cycle through shock, confusion, and then something darker. Something like arousal.

He doesn't recognize me.

"Well," Josh said slowly, his voice low, "looks like my fiancée really came through."

His eyes roamed over the masked woman's body, taking in every inch of her.

"Ordered me a slut for my last night of freedom." A slow smile spread across his face. "That's my girl."

Chloe's blood turned to ice.

She couldn't move. Couldn't speak. Couldn't tell them who she was.

The gag filled her mouth, reducing her voice to nothing but soft, **** sounds. The armbinder held her arms tight behind her back, leaving her completely exposed—her bare breasts thrust forward, her body on display for four men who had no idea they were looking at someone they knew.

Someone they loved.

Josh's eyes raked over her, dark with desire. "I can't believe she did this." He let out a low whistle. "My fiancée actually hired me a whore for my bachelor party."

"She's a wild one, that girl," Ethan said, his voice thick with appreciation. His gaze lingered on her body, traveling from the swell of her breasts down to the lace of her stockings. "Never would've guessed."

Chloe felt heat flood her face—shame and humiliation burning through her. This wasn't how it was supposed to go. It was supposed to be just Josh. Just him. A private surprise, a secret between the two of them.

Not this.

Never this.

Richard stepped closer, his heavy frame casting a shadow over her. "Well, well." His voice was gruff, appreciative. "Looks like she knows what a man needs before tying the knot."

His rough hand reached out and cupped her breast.

Chloe flinched, a muffled sound escaping around the gag. Her body jerked instinctively, but the restraints held her in place. She couldn't pull away. Couldn't cover herself. Could only kneel there, trembling, as her future father-in-law's thick fingers squeezed her flesh.

"Nice," Richard muttered. "Real nice. Firm."

Stop. Please stop.

But the words wouldn't come. Just soft, pathetic whimpers that the men seemed to interpret as something else entirely.

Josh watched, his expression one of dark amusement. "She's responsive, too. Look at that."

Ethan moved closer, circling her like a predator examining its prey. "Never seen such a sexy slut before." He crouched down, his face level with hers. Behind him, she could see Daniel—her own father—watching with a glazed expression, the **** clearly clouding his judgment.

Daniel stepped forward.

His hand was warmer than Richard's, gentler, but the violation was somehow worse. This was her father. The man who had raised her, loved her, protected her. And now he was touching her breast, his thumb brushing over her nipple, his eyes glazed with drunken lust.

"Beautiful," Daniel slurred. "Just beautiful."

Chloe's eyes watered behind the mask. She squeezed them shut, trying to disappear, trying to wake up from this nightmare.

But she couldn't.

She was trapped in her own surprise, her own body betrayed by a plan that had gone catastrophically wrong. The wig, the mask, the darkness of the room—it all conspired to hide her identity.

They didn't know.

None of them knew.

And she couldn't tell them.

osh's phone buzzed in his pocket.

He pulled it out, still grinning at the bound woman kneeling before him. The screen lit up with a message from Chloe.

Hope you're enjoying your surprise. Have fun with her. Fuck that bitch good for me. Love you.

Josh laughed, shaking his head in disbelief. "Unbelievable." He typed back quickly:

You're amazing. Love you so much.

He showed the screen to Ethan, who whistled low. "Your girl really got you a whore and told you to fuck her? That's a keeper, man."

"Best fiancée ever," Josh agreed, sliding the phone back into his pocket.

He looked at the masked woman again—her body trembling, her muffled sounds barely audible around the gag. His cock strained against his pants. It would be so easy to take her right now, to enjoy this gift that Chloe had so generously provided.

But something held him back.

No. I'm not going to cheat. Not even like this.

The thought surprised him, but it felt right. Chloe trusted him. She'd arranged this whole thing, and he wasn't going to betray that trust by actually fucking another woman—even one she'd apparently hired for him.

"Go ahead," Josh said, stepping back. "She's all yours, guys. I'm just going to watch."

The words hit Chloe like a physical blow.

He's not going to touch me. He's letting them...

Her mind screamed behind the gag. She tried to make noise, tried to shake her head, tried to do something to stop what was coming. But the restraints held firm, and the gag reduced her protests to soft, meaningless whimpers.

Ethan moved first.

He dropped to his knees beside her, his hands roaming over her body with eager exploration. "God, look at her." His fingers traced the curve of her waist, the flare of her hip. "So fucking smooth."

Richard grunted in agreement, his rough hands still kneading her breast. "Tight little body on this one."

Daniel stumbled closer, his breath heavy with ****. His eyes were glassy, unfocused—but his hands were steady as they reached for her.

Four men. Her father. Her future father-in-law. Her fiancé's best friend. And Josh, watching from the sidelines, his expression one of dark fascination.

Ethan's hand slid between her thighs.

Chloe jerked, a sharp sound escaping around the gag. Her legs tried to close instinctively, but strong hands held them apart—Richard on one side, Daniel on the other.

"Spread her," Ethan commanded. "Let's see what we're working with."

Her thighs were pulled apart, exposing her completely. The cool air hit her bare pussy, and she felt more **** than she'd ever felt in her life.

Ethan's fingers brushed over her slit. "Completely smooth," he murmured, appreciative. "Someone came prepared."

He pushed one finger inside her.

Chloe's body tensed, her back arching as the intrusion sent unwanted sensation through her. She was dry, unprepared, and the friction burned. Another finger joined the first, stretching her open.

"Tight," Ethan said, his voice dropping. "Really fucking tight."

He began to pump his fingers in and out, a slow rhythm that made Chloe's stomach turn with shame. Her body was responding despite herself—moisture building as her nerves fired, her breath coming faster around the gag.

No. No. Please stop.

But they couldn't hear her.

They only saw a stranger. A whore. A nameless, faceless body to be used.

And the worst part was yet to come.