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I don’t dare to ask what for. It’s obvious I won’t like the answer.

He tugs once at the jeweled plug still lodged in my ass, and my stomach flips with shame. Knowing all these men staring at that part of me makes it hard to breathe, hard to enjoy any of it.

Then Edwin returns to the real work. Two fingers slide into my pussy, stroking the same deep spot again and again while he presses on the plug from behind. The sensations stack, building a pressure that makes my body want to respond in ways I refuse to allow. My hips try to move, but the restraints hold me trapped in my own reaction.

He adds a third finger, stroking that spot behind my clit with slow, insistent curls. The pressure builds too fast now, aimed with horrifying precision. My body wants to push, wants to release, but I can’t. Not like this. Not with everyone watching.

Edwin lowers to his knees again and rests his cheek against my ass, his face beside my spread holes. The position alone floods me with humiliation.

His voice drops low enough to belong only to me.

“If you don’t squirt this way, I’m going to tear open your asshole and fuck it until it gapes. You want everyone to look inside you?”

I shake my head vigorously.

He plants a tender kiss on my ass cheek then grabs the vibrator. Its hum fills the chamber, a mechanical sound that feels almost obscene against the sacred stone.

A fourth finger pushes in. I whimper at the painful stretch of my pussy, but the way he rubs more surface area has the pressure building faster.

He keeps his fingers inside me and presses the buzzing head beside my clit. A deep moan escapes me, but I can still hear the wet sounds between my legs.

Across the chamber, Bridget makes noises of her own, performative, but proof I’m not the only one in here being used.

The clamps on my nipples tug with every movement. My pussy clenches around Edwin’s fingers while the pressure rises relentlessly. My mind tries to do what it’s always done when things become unbearable—flee.

But there’s nowhere for it to go. Not while I’m upside down like this. Not with Edwin’s hand working that one spot, insisting I explode.

“Push,” he whispers. “Let it happen.”

I have to obey him.

I bear down. Heat erupts through my body in one violent wave. My eyes squeeze shut to hide.

Fluid gushes from me in a short stream before I choke it off.

I can’t believe I just did that. That they saw. That my body is doing this in front of witnesses standing in perfect silence as if my humiliation is key to the ritual.

Being upside down makes it stranger. Lightheadedness is setting in. My mind is hovering above my body, dizzy with the way my lungs pull air in too quickly.

I whine softly to myself. Edwin takes away the powerful buzz to rub my pussy, sloshing around the extreme wetness. Then he returns the vibrator, pressing it tightly to my clit until I’m throbbing wildly and my body contorts against the straps. It’s too much to bear.

Heat builds again until it needs to escape. The intensity won’t stop climbing. It crosses into unbearable, forcing me to push after clenching for so long. I cry out as another stream of fluid gushes from me. It splashes on the stone floor, forming a puddle between my feet.

Edwin rubs his hand swiftly over my pussy, splashing it around. Some gets on my face and I wince. My tongue curiously darts out to lick it off my lips, tasting its unexpected sweetness.

Then he presses the vibrator against me again, and I cum in broken little bursts, soaking myself further, tears streaming from my eyes to my forehead.

The silence drives me insane. No one reacts, and that makes everything worse. At least some sound of approval would tell me they like what they’re seeing.

Finally, the stimulation stops. My knees threaten to collapse, but Edwin steadies me with a hand against my stomach, keeping me on my feet.

He runs a palm over my burning ass and pulls out the plug. Despite the way I cringe at how dirty that feels, the loss of it leaves me oddly empty. Then he removes the nipple clamps. Each release sends sensation rushing back in a painful flood that makes me hiss through my teeth.

When he releases me from the shackles, my legs wobble. I cling to him as my head swims, grateful for the simple fact that it’s over.

Then I look across the chamber.

Bridget’s face is streaked with white. Cum drips down onto her breasts. Patrick chose that for her.