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I glance at the most recent comments.
Whipmaster: Surely it’s time for some impact play?
Scream_4_me: Drag her to the dungeons I say!
Voyeur_Vixen: She’s so beautiful when she cries. Can we see more of that?
DaddyDom401: Such a good girl. I love her on her knees. She deserves a little praise.
SlutLicker666: Nah, she looks like a degradation whore if you ask me!
Pain_Lover_69: What will it cost for a night with her? Prepared to pay it.
Alphaho13: Fucking beautiful when she comes. I’ll pay to watch that again.
ImpactImp: I agree, Alphaho13. How many more times do you think she can manage it?
Crawl_for_me: I could watch her crawl back and forth between them all night.
Take_Your_Breath_Away: I vote we choke her.
MasterofPain: When’s the other guy getting involved? I wanna hear her scream.
Time to give them what they want.
CANDY
Don helps me over to the small wooden table with metal legs, getting me into position so that I’m laid on my stomach on the cold smooth surface. My feet still touch the floor but he spreads my legs wide. He fastens thick leather cuffs around my ankles and my heart rate spikes. I feel like a captive.
“Get that ass up for me,” Don commands and I lift my hips, surprised when the cuffs around the table legs slide up with me. Once I’m up on my tiptoes he seems pleased, his palm coming down on my exposed flesh with a loud crack.
I feel like an offering. A sacrifice. Something I’ve only ever dreamed of and have never spoken out loud to anyone.
I’m completely exposed and my pussy is throbbing, begging for something to fill me. I groan as Don rubs my tingling ass. He wasn’t gentle with his blow but I like the sting.
“Relax,” he whispers in my ear. “You’re going to be so full of cock, you won’t even know what hit you.”
Fuck.
I groan as he slides two more fingers back inside my pussy. He teases my G-spot, curling his fingers back and forth inside me until I feel like I’m going to lose my mind.
“She’s more than ready,” he says, and I hear the thud of his boots as he moves out of the way.
Frost comes to stand before me and grabs my wrists pulling them off the table and down, before fastening them to the front table legs too. When he stands, I tug on the cuffs but they’re firm and I can barely move.
“Do you like being restrained, Bambi?” Frost asks, and I nod.
“I think she likes it even more when she can’t move away, or hide her face,” Don says. His large hand squeezes the back of my neck, making me jump as much as I can whilst restrained flat and spread wide like an open buffet. He gently fists my hair and guides my head to the side so that I can rest my cheek on the table top. He points towards a mirror on the wall which shows my reflection perfectly.
“Watch, Sugar. Watch us and all that we do to you. Watch them, watching you, watching us.”
“W-what?”
“It’s not really a mirror,” he whispers. “Remember the viewing rooms?” I whimper. “How much of a crowd do you think you’ll draw? Shall we turn on the speakers so they can hear you scream? Shall we turn up the lights so they can see you squirm?” Don suggests.
“Does this slut want to be watched, Bambi?” Frost asks.
“No, please,” I beg them. Don strokes my ass and I try to close my legs, but the restraints prevent me from doing much more than twitching my muscles.
