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Chapter 8 by amon_Baal amon_Baal

What do they do?

“ the bitch,” they concluded.

I was sick with both horror and arousal; they were going to **** me. They were going to dose me with something, and I expected it would be cocaine or meth.

I gagged again on the fat man’s cock as the other guy continued to plough my wet cunt. I was on my back as one guy fucked my face and another my cunt. Then they pressed their weight into me, holding me in place. After a few moments, they let up and pulled back. I was gasping for breath as they hauled me to my feet and dropped me into a chair.

They tied me in place with the ropes that had choked me, tight and constricting. One guy grabbed both my arms and held them there, immobile. I screamed, and they laughed at me, and a few moments later, I felt something tied around my arm. This was it, I had literarily been asked to be ****, and now I was going to get **** and fucked by who knows how many men. I felt the needle in my skin and shuddered, unsure if my shudder was fear or arousal, or both.

Whatever it was that they injected me with hit me hard and fast. My head swam, and it felt like my heart was beating out of my chest. I was vaguely aware of the guys around me laughing as they untied me and uncuffed me. As soon as I was free I tried to run, but my legs were unsteady, and I stumbled before one guy unceremoniously hit me in the chest.

I went down hard, and the wind knocked out of me, either from the punch or the ground, I didn’t know which. Before I could get my breath back, they were on top of me again. A dark cock pushed into my mouth as I gasped for air, and I panicked; what if I couldn’t breathe? Before I had a chance to do anything, I had a guy standing on each of my arms and another between my legs fucking away.

“Shit, she’s much better than the one last weekend; she’s at least putting up a fight.” I heard someone say, and the others agreed.

The guy in my mouth was still fucking my throat, and my lungs burned for air; my heart continued to race. “Yeah, she keeps this up. I’m going to give her top scores,” I heard someone else say.

The guy in my cunt was the overweight guy; his cock felt good in me as he ploughed away, he was breathing heavily, and someone else said, “Hey, no cumming in her cunt till we’ve each had a turn.”

With apparent ****, he stopped and pulled out of my cunt. I straight away started to kick; they were feeble and uncontrolled, whether from the **** or me suffocating on a cock I didn’t know. “Oh yeah, we’re gonna have to stake her.” I heard someone say as they grabbed one of my flailing legs.

As he said that, the guy in my mouth shoved his cock even more deep and tensed up, and I felt his cock pulsing cum into my throat. I swallowed it all, and he pulled back, allowing me to gasp for breath. “Stake me?” I said in a slur.

The guys laughed and roughly pulled me to my feet, dragging me a short distance.

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