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Silke stared at her open handcuffs, then at Susi’s arms, which were still bound tightly and hanging high above her head. Her own voice was nothing more than a hoarse whisper: “Why… why am I already free?”

Marc and the guard exchanged helpless glances. Both shrugged. “No idea,” the guard growled. “Not a single man touched the timers. I swear. Those things had a slight delay from the start, but we didn’t do anything.”

At that moment, a small, slight substitute player stepped forward and grinned crookedly. “Maybe she made a mistake herself. She let herself be restrained after you, but set the same time as yours. The timers were programmed identically.”

Silke slowly turned her head and stared at Susi’s timer. Sure enough: 1 minute was still flashing there. It finally clicked in her head. It was after the big “AIDS event” three weeks ago. Mia, Lisa, and Susi were still in good spirits. They’d kept drinking in a quiet corner of the lounge. Silke was already pretty wasted—the fourth or fifth round of tequila had nearly knocked her out. She was half-slumped on the sofa, legs slightly spread, and had suddenly started talking. “I… I have this secret fantasy,” she slurred with a heavy tongue and red cheeks. “A real gangbang… lots of men… just taking me. Hard. Nonstop. In every hole. I want to feel totally used… like a piece of meat. But no one can ever find out. That stays my dirty little secret.”

Mia and Lisa had exchanged knowing grins. Susi had just laughed and slipped Silke another shot.

“Have another one, sweetie. Maybe your dream will come true someday…”—but not like this. Not without asking. Not as a betrayed, masked fuck toy.

Silke got furious. A hot, angry lust mixed in with it.

“That sneaky bitch…” she hissed. She leaned forward, reaching with her fingers—still smeared with cum—straight for Susi’s timer. “HEY! STOP!” Marc shouted immediately. “No clock is to be tampered with! That was the clear condition—no man touches the timers!”

Silke slowly turned to face him, naked, with glistening strands of cum still running from her pussy and ass. She provocatively spread her legs, pointed both hands at her red, swollen, dripping pussy, and grinned wickedly.

“But I’m not a man… or do you see a dick here?”

The security guard crossed his arms, glanced briefly at Silke’s gaping, cum-glistening holes, and shrugged indifferently.

“Whatever. Let those two sluts do whatever they want. I was only paid to make sure the guys don’t kill each other and nobody takes off their masks. The rest is none of my business.”

Silke reached for Susi’s timer with a wicked grin. Instead of setting it to zero, she slowly and relishingly turned the dial to the maximum: 90 minutes. The display lit up brightly.

“Ninety extra minutes for you, you sneaky bitch,” Silke whispered in her ear.

Then she grabbed the huge wolf’s head with both hands and brutally ripped it off her friend’s face. Susi’s swollen, red-hot face came into view—tear-stained, with smudged makeup and glassy eyes. Silke laughed out loud. “Well, look at that! While I was gagged with a fat ball gag, you had a ring gag installed just for yourself… so the guys can fuck you really deep in the throat. How convenient.”

Susi wanted to protest, but the thick ring in her mouth held her jaw wide open. Only a helpless “Hngh…!” came out, while saliva was already running down her chin.

Silke turned to the twenty players standing there with semi-erect, cum-smeared cocks, watching. She pointed her finger at the bound, naked Susi.

“Oh, and guys… this little one loves cum. Don’t let a single drop fall on the floor. Use her body properly as a cum mat. She has this ring in her mouth specifically for really deep throat fucks. And she loves the taste of cum on her tongue and the feeling when it squirts on her tits, in her face, and in her pussy.”

Silke paused briefly, grinned even wider, and continued with relish:

“You know, Susi told me recently that she’s trying to get pregnant with her boyfriend… but it’s not really working out. The poor guy can only cum once and then that’s it. And Susi… she loves swallowing cum. A lot of it. She wants to get covered in it—on her tits, on her face, deep inside her pussy… but her boyfriend just can’t deliver. Maybe we can help her… we’ll fill her belly up really thick. So do what her boyfriend can’t: cum on her tits, deep inside her pussy, on her face, and right on her tongue. Fill that little cum-slut’s belly up good, until it’s running out of her. She just needs a whole lot of other guys’ cum to finally make it work…”

The words hit them like an electric shock. Almost all the cocks around her twitched and became rock-hard again within seconds. Some guys had already started slowly jerking off while staring greedily at Susi.

Susi’s eyes widened. Pure panic flickered in them. She shook her head violently, desperately trying to say something, but the ring gag let out only a choked gurgle. Thick strands of saliva dripped onto her tits.

Silke looked her straight in the panicked eyes and smiled coldly.

“Well… that’s what you get for giving your best friend away to the whole team without asking. Now you get to enjoy the full ninety minutes. Another ninety minutes.”

The security guard just laughed quietly and leaned back. “Do whatever you want. The sluts will sort it out among themselves.”

Silke clapped her hands. “Come on, guys! Untie her. We’re going to really work this little cum whore over.”

The men untied Susi’s restraints. She was too exhausted and shaky to put up a fight. Four strong guys lifted her up and laid her on her back across two benches standing side by side—right at hip height. Her head hung far back over the edge, the ring gag holding her mouth wide open. Her legs were pushed high and spread wide apart and secured with straps, so that her red, swollen cunt and her already heavily stretched asshole jutted upward, completely open and inviting.

Susi lay there like a living fuck-furniture. Belly and tits up, everything perfectly accessible.

Silke stood next to her with her legs spread wide, her own dripping pussy still open and glistening, and took command:

“One in her mouth—deep and without mercy. One in her pussy. And two jerk off on her belly and tits. Switch positions regularly so every spot gets its turn.”

Immediately, the first four players took their positions. A thick cock pushed through the ring gag all the way down Susi’s throat, a second rammed into her soaking-wet pussy with a smacking thrust. Two more guys stood to the right and left, jerking off their hard, bulging cocks right over Susi’s belly and tits.

Silke knelt down next to Susi’s head, reached deep into her own pussy and ass with two fingers, and pulled out thick, creamy portions of another man’s cum that she still had inside her. She held her dripping fingers directly over Susi’s wide-open mouth and let it slowly run inside.

As she looked deep into Susi’s panicked, tearful eyes, she said loudly and with relish:

“Here, you horny slut… I’m giving you some of the white gold from my pussy and my ass. Swallow it all up—it’s all team cum that I’ve saved up for you.”

Susi gagged and swallowed convulsively. Silke massaged her throat with her flat hand, literally forcing the cum down into her stomach.

The men took turns every few minutes. Every time one pulled out of Susi’s mouth, Silke was immediately there: she shoved her fingers deep into Susi’s overflowing pussy and into her asshole, scooped out the fresh, warm cream mixture, and dripped it directly onto Susi’s tongue.

“Open your mouth—open wider! That’s your dinner tonight.”

After twenty minutes, Silke couldn’t just watch anymore. She climbed onto the bench, squatted directly over Susi’s face hanging backward, spread her own swollen labia, and pressed her pelvis downward.

“Now comes the main course, sis…”

She squeezed and let everything that had accumulated inside her—thick, white cum from her pussy and ass—run directly into Susi’s wide-open mouth. Long, thick strands splattered onto Susi’s tongue and down her throat. Silke firmly massaged Susi’s throat again, forcing her to swallow while staring her in the eyes the whole time.

“Swallow it. All of it. You got me into this—now you’re going to drink it too.”

All around them, a full-blown fuck fest was raging. Cocks slapped into Susi’s pussy and ass, others shot their loads onto her stomach, her tits, and her face. After a short time, Susi’s body was completely covered in a shiny layer of cum. It ran out of all her holes, dripped from her nipples, pooled in her belly button, and streamed down over her face, which was hanging back.

Silke stayed actively involved the whole time—holding heads in place, directing cocks, collecting cum, and feeding it to her girlfriend. She laughed lewdly while Susi could only gurgle and swallow helplessly.

Another 45 minutes.

And that was just the beginning of the real fuckfest.