Page 51 of Killer Bones

I gasp and close my eyes as it jiggles against my clit.

A vibe.

God, I love vibes. My eyes roll up as the room revolves, closes in. My thighs twitch inward, my cunt clamps down. I groan, stutter-gasping around cock, and the others are watching me being degraded.

The vibe shakes some more, my clit centers, locks into my world, becomes everything, everything that matters. I’m tossed into nigh-on orgasmic bliss.

Fuck.

Spoken words jolt me away from the vibrator high. “I wanted to take your ass, tonight.” Adelmo thumbs me there, pushes it into my ass—the thumb small enough that the circle of muscle barely resists him. “And forgot to bring something to start you off.”

“Here. Catch.” Jedd pulls the huge black dildo from the cake.

“Perfect.”

Oh. Oh no. I squeak.

I realize how huge that dildo is as Adelmo begins to drill and worm it into my asshole. Whatever lube he’s using—cake, cream, or spit, or something else, it’s not doing much.

The vibe is switched up to nuclear level. I’m groaning again, near mindless with the distress of almost coming. The dildo is remorselessly revolved, squeezed in, drilled in, all the way to the base. I’m shaking.

Fuck vibes. Then Jedd comes in my mouth. Drenched, spewing come, I’m taken hold of by the next man who starts face-fucking me anew.

“Incoming. Open that cunt for me, Cinders,” Adelmo mutters. He inserts his cock in my pussy this time, squeezing in, then pulling out and slamming back in. Miraculously, the dildo stays where it is, occupying way too much of me down there.

But…the vibe, the swell of bliss as he fucks me, the way I’m being passed from man to man as merely a convenient sexy hole…

It’s overwhelming.

It’s perfect.

The table clatters as Adelmo rams into me harder.

And my clit is being gobbled up and buzzed to death by the monster vibe that never ceases to captivate me, this rattling, humming magic.

Another man grabs me, pokes open my mouth. And Adelmo extracts the black dildo and then forces his way into my ass, slow but sure.

“Sing happy birthday to her, guys,” he says, grunting, starting his true rhythm, the noises and his strained words telling me he’s going to come in my ass, soon.

There is pain from that, but so much is happening.

The vibe is switched higher, and I writhe. I slip past the agony of over stimulation. I hit a strange high that throws me into an orgasm.

I’m squirming as much as I can in their grasp as I choke around the latest cock. Mouth and cunt filled, violated, I ascend, pleasure dominates, compels, fucks with my mind, and another climax convulses me.

The wet noises of cocks plowing me. The slap of Adelmo on my ass. The vibe going about its relentless destruction of my clit. There’s a madness and an oblivion waiting in a starless sky. Keening, I orgasm again, shuddering into the pleasure, my body spasming. My heart thuds fast, an undernote to the timing of men taking me at both ends.

And so it goes. I come again as they trade me, use me.

There are aches and small pains, but I’m lost in the middle of an endless ride of remorseless fucking.

Until, at last, they are done. They pull out and leave me, loosen the bindings, roll me, near lifeless, onto my back.

I’m blinking and panting, and my mouth is finally empty. When my head flops to the side, I can barely see the table. It’s wet and slippery under my face, under my ass.

I’m a limp thing, lying on my back, legs spread, and dragging in more air than this room possesses, with the ceiling swaying and blurred.

“Happy birthday, again.” Adelmo arrives beside me, slides over. He’s more naked than I am, and he’s smiling. “Here is your last present. The secret one I made up.”