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  Penny’s pulse raced as Sandy’s hands roamed her body. Twinges of guilt were quickly overshadowed by the sensation of Sandy’s lips on her neck, the warmth of her breath on her skin.

  I shouldn't... We shouldn't—

  Sandy's teeth sunk into Penny's shoulder, and she found herself gasping with pleasure. The thought escaped her, repced only by those hands.

  When Sandy paused in her exploration, Penny flushed a deep crimson. This is wrong.

  Sandy snuggled up to her back and smiled. “See? You already understand the nguage,” she murmured, her voice gentle and comforting.

  Understand? Penny didn’t feel like she understood anything. Not the riveting heat that pulsed through her veins. Not the goosebumps on her throat from Sandy’s kiss. Nothing. These were sensations described for romantic novelty—a fever dream that Penny didn’t deserve.

  She didn’t deserve this.

  Penny pulled away from Sandy’s embrace, distancing them with a single step. “Sandy,” Penny murmured. “I’m scared.”

  “Of what, girl?” Sandy approached Penny once more, and caressed her cheek with her thumb. She smelled warm and sweet, her delicate perfume intoxicating. Her violet eyes carried scivious promises conveyed through her touch.

  “M-Maybe I’m just not meant to have this.” Penny gingerly cupped Sandy’s hand in hers, daring to lean her face against the cool comfort of Sandy’s awaiting palm. “I… I am—” Inadequate? Inexperienced?

  Charlie has so many better options than me.

  “My sweet, you rest here in my arms, yet your mind is worlds away. You must live in the moment.” Sandy wrapped her arm around Penny’s waist, moving in so their bodies touched. Her lips were suddenly at Penny’s ear. “Let me help you.”

  Penny’s heart hammered against her chest. How did Sandy not view her as a waste of time? And yet, with every word the woman whispered, every gentle brush of her fingertips, Penny’s body yearned for more. Her stomach tightened with need, and her hands ached to explore.

  Maybe this could be her definitive answer. Sandy had been nothing but honest with her. Who better to say whether Penny was a suitable match for Charlie?

  How can you conquer a man’s heart if you’re scared of what lies in your own?

  “Alright,” Penny whispered. “Please. Help me.”

  Sandy hummed her satisfaction and slipped her hands beneath Penny’s dress. One rested at the small of her back while the other mapped the taut line of her stomach.

  The underfed, underwhelming line.

  “You are a beautiful girl, Penny,” Sandy murmured as if hearing her thoughts. “It will be a joy to have your pleasure.”

  Before Penny could ask what she meant, Sandy’s lips captured hers. She tasted of starfruit and rain, twined with the scent of her perfume.

  Penny’s cheeks pinked with surprise, and panic crept its way into her thoughts. She’d never been kissed before. Not really. The small pecks shared between curious children could never compare to the soft, luscious oscution she experienced now. How was she meant to reciprocate? Did she just hold still?

  I don’t know what to do.

  Sandy yanked one of the cups of Penny’s bra below her breast before trapping the exposed nipple between her fingers.

  Penny gasped. Her back arched its response, her body pleading for more while her mind was at war. Sandy took advantage of Penny’s parted lips, thrusting her tongue between them with a determination to explore.

  With shaking hands, Penny wrapped her arms around Sandy’s neck in a tight embrace. She felt dizzy with apprehension, overwhelmed by Sandy’s kiss and the quick pinches and strokes of her fingers.

  A soft whimper escaped Penny’s throat as she felt her nipple harden. Sandy wrote the nguage of her desire with her tongue and traced it against Penny’s breast. The air around them felt hot, cloying, and Penny’s only space to breathe was their kiss. She teetered on the edge of a sea of pleasure, still so afraid of drowning.

  I… I don’t…

  Every one of her twenty-five years was spent trapped behind gss. Cursed to watch a town live and thrive just out of reach. Never to be seen. Never to be touched. A suffocating cage of one-way gss.

  Her very own bell jar.

  Sandy’s fingers abandoned their attentions, trickling down Penny’s abdomen until she found the hem of her panties. Penny trembled as Sandy plied at the estic, then continued a journey that no one outside of Penny herself had ever taken.

  “Let me in, sweet girl,” Sandy purred. She nibbled Penny’s lower lip and opened her eyes.

  Penny was transfixed by her gaze and mesmerized by her voice. Expert fingers parted her folds, and the cool kiss of a fingertip stroked the point of her pleasure.

  “Mnh!” Penny’s whole body trembled as she fought back the cries that threatened to escape her. In the haze of Sandy’s machinations, lines of a favored tome resurfaced from the depths of her memories.

  I am giddy; expectation whirls me round.

  Sandy’s finger traveled further south, teasing at Penny’s vulnerable opening. The slick sound of Penny’s pleasure echoed in her ears. “Your flesh begs for more. What of your heart?”

  The imaginary relish is so sweet that it enchants my senses.

  “I…” Penny breathed, her hips rocking forward to meet Sandy’s hand.

  I fear it much; and I do fear besides…

  “I want…” Penny gasped as Sandy penetrated her, gliding just past her knuckle before retreating.

  …That I shall lose distinction in my joys.

  “More,” the word was on Penny’s tongue before she could stop it. “Give me more.”

  “There’s a good girl,” Sandy murmured, rewarding her with the full length of her finger. “You are a gift to be shared, Penny.”

  Penny’s thighs shook, and beads of sweat collected at the nape of her neck. The motions of her hips were automatic, instinctual. The realization that she couldn’t control herself both scared and excited her. “Sh—ah!—S-shared?” she managed at st.

  “Yes, sweet girl.” Sandy freed her hand from Penny’s panties, pulled her arm away from her back, and stepped out of their embrace.

  Penny’s knees trembled so fervently that it unsteadied her bance. She sunk to the floor, her breathing rasped and every nerve in her body reacting to the slightest sensation. She looked up at the smiling Sandy, who gestured outside of her vision. “Sandy?”

  Five men in suits and masks fnked Sandy, their starving gazes drinking Penny in as she quivered on the floor. “Let us give you what you deserve.”

  Us? Penny shivered. The men wore various masks, each more sinister than the st. A bck ram’s head with red eyes and curling horns; a snarling wolf half-mask that revealed the man’s strong jaw and hesitant smile; and a human skull with fragments of bone circling its crown stood to Sandy’s left. On her right was the fa?ade of a shadow shaman—an ancient remnant that Penny had only seen in the library; and a red, smiling demon with piercing green eyes that caught the glimmer of the room’s dim lighting.

  If only they were Charlie’s…

  The wolf stepped forward, circling Penny and stopping just behind her. He found the csp of the first tightly wound braid in her hair and unfastened the bun. His touch was deliberate and sure as he caressed her hair. As if he were evaluating a piece of merchandise.

  Penny found herself leaning into his touch. Pictured his hands kneading her breasts—

  She froze, hissing in a breath.

  “Why so afraid, Penny?” he murmured, trailing his fingers through her ginger locks.

  What if… What if I enjoy this? Penny whimpered a reply, unable to formute the words to answer him.

  He paused, resting his hand on her shoulder. “Are you okay?”

  This isn’t fear.

  Penny sucked in her lips and squeezed her eyes closed, then nodded.

  It’s anticipation.

  “Are you sure?” His voice was smooth. Achingly familiar. She wondered if her mind was pying tricks on her. It couldn’t be… No. She only wanted him here.

  “I’m fine,” she managed to squeak.

  “Our delicate flower must be watered,” Sandy said. “And then she will bloom for us all.”

  The wolf unhooked the second bun, then combed his fingers through the second section of her hair. The demon and the ram stepped forward, the demon kneeling at her feet as the ram unzipped the fly of his trousers.

  “W-won’t this be too much?” Penny stammered, shrinking inside of their shadows.

  “Only as much as you can take, sweet girl,” Sandy’s voice wafted from behind the men. “There is nothing to be afraid of.”

  Take it in.

  The demon slid the edge of her yellow dress up her thighs, over her hips, then slipped it over her head. As if on cue, the wolf bent to one knee and unhooked her bra as the demon hooked his thumbs beneath the ce of her panties. Her underthings were divested before she could say otherwise, and she crossed her arms over her chest in embarrassment.

  “You have nothing to hide,” the wolf murmured, wrapping his arms around her shoulders and taking her wrists in both hands. “Let us see you.”

  Penny swallowed against the growing lump in her throat, another piteous moan seeping from her throat.

  As the wolf urged her to rex, the demon crawled between her thighs and leaned forward, inching the mask upward until it rested just above his mouth.

  “What are you—ngh! Ah!” Before she could finish her question, a fervent heat against her sex overwhelmed her. It was unlike anything she had ever felt before. Wider than her fingers, warmer than Sandy’s touch.

  His…tongue?

  Was he using his mouth? No, she wasn’t worth such a sweet embrace. It was a level of intimacy she’d only read about in Sandy’s erotic book. She—

  “Mnh…hah…ah…” Penny couldn’t hold back the desperate, unintelligible groans. The tip of his tongue danced atop the creases of her folds, pping at her desire like it was the only thing in the world that would sate him. It defied logic and erased her thoughts. Coherency abandoned her bit by bit. The tension left her arms, and the wolf pulled them to her sides, revealing her breasts to the rest.

  “There’s a good girl,” he murmured, tasting the outline of her ear before testing it with his teeth.

  The ram stepped free of his trousers, then wriggled free of his white boxers patterned with red crosses. He straddled Penny at the waist and sunk to his knees. His throbbing shaft pressed up against Penny’s abdomen, twitching beneath the heat of her breath.

  I… I can’t…

  “Don’t hold back, dear girl. Allow yourself to feel,” Sandy crooned, working at the belt loop of the shadow shaman. “Allow them to enjoy you.”

  The skull stepped to the side, and from within her haze, Penny thought she saw a tiny, blinking red light between the man’s fingers.

  “D-Don’t—” Don’t watch me!

  “Shh. You’re safe here.” The ram id two fingers over her lips. “Right here.” His hands moved to her chest, thumbs stroking the hardened pink nipples. Between her thighs, the demon’s tongue cradled her clit, massaging her in rhythmic waves as he slid two fingers inside of her.

  White dots erupted in Penny’s vision as her moan of satisfaction echoed in her ears. Is that me? It sounded bestial and base. A sound unfit for a girl behind the gss.

  The ram positioned her breasts around his shaft, fingers sinking into her yielding flesh as he pushed them together. With slow, gradual thrusts of his hips, he maniputed her chest to press and mold around his cock.

  “Fuck, that’s good,” he groaned.

  Wait!

  Penny fought against the wolf’s restraint of her wrists, gasping for air between the three men.

  “Don’t feel so ashamed,” the wolf assured her. “Doesn’t that feel good?”

  The demon added another finger. Penny squealed.

  The truth was, she had never felt this good. She felt impossibly full. With every entry of his hand, he massaged a point in her depths that she’d never reached with her own short fingers. The sensitivity of her clit was amplified against his tongue, and the tension between her legs was impossible to ignore. The ram’s shaft between her breasts was smooth and hard, and the tantalizing way he stroked her nipples on each rotation harmonized the demon’s tongue. Even the wolf added a level to her exhiration with his solid grip on her wrists, holding her open for the others to do as they pleased. She could feel the erection beneath his trousers against her naked back and imagined it in pce of the demon’s fingers.

  Revel in it.

  When had she wrapped her legs around the demon’s head? Arched her back for the ram to offer him easier access?

  Sandy watched with a libidinous smile. Her hand was wrapped around the shadow shaman’s shaft, encouraging his erection with calcuted pumps. “The gss has shattered, sweet girl.”

  Penny’s head lulled back, resting on the wolf’s shoulder. She memorized the wet, slurping sounds of the demon’s mouth on her sex. The heat of the friction created by the ram’s thick cock and her modest breasts. The musky scent of cologne and cigars that wafted from their bodies.

  “You love this, don’t you?” the wolf asked, kissing her shoulder.

  “Yes.” It was if she’d waltzed into a dream. They were here for her. So many of them wanted to experience her. And why shouldn’t they? “Please… don’t stop.”

  The demon drew away with a satisfied grunt. “You’re drenched,” came his velvety voice as he slipped his mask back over his mouth. He stood and unhooked his belt.

  Penny throbbed with his absence. Her toes curled as she felt the trickle of her juices dripping down the line of her backside.

  “I’m gonna cum,” the ram hissed.

  “Blow him, Penny,” the wolf encouraged.

  Penny blinked, looking down at the slick head that bloomed from between her breasts. Really? She puckered her lips and blew a stream of cool breath over him.

  “No, not li— Fuck!” With one more pump of her breasts, white, searing seed exploded from the tip of his cock onto Penny’s colrbone and face.

  Curiosity got the better of her, and she poked her tongue between her lips to chance a taste. It was thick and potent and coated her mouth with a viscosity she found difficult to describe.

  She licked away more.

  “Move, jackass,” the demon growled, shoving the ram off to the side.

  “I’m a ram, not a donkey,” the ram protested.

  Having ditched his pants and underwear, the demon knelt once more at Penny’s feet, spreading her legs and pulling her hips until her backside met his knees. She looked down, unable to hide her surprise. His shaft was huge—much thicker and longer than the ram’s. He lined his tip against her vulva, and she gasped.

  “W-will it fit?” she squeaked.

  “You’ll make it fit,” the demon murmured.

  This is… it’s really happening.

  Memories raced through her mind; flickering glimpses of days past and wishful thinking. Her first kiss on the pyground just outside the old Community Center. Her second when they’d sneaked away from the egg festival and hid behind the Adventurer’s Guild. Late nights curling beneath a bnket with a fshlight, reading and fantasizing about what her first time would be like. A candlelit dinner or a sweet midnight rendezvous on the beach, bnketed only by starlight.

  “Penny,” the wolf called.

  Her mother warning her that ‘the first time’s a bitch.’ The ecstasy penned within Sandy’s erotic novel. Watching Haley take her pce as queen at the flower dance, wishing with all her heart that, for even a second, one of the boys would look at her like that. Seeing the others flock to Charlie on his arrival, knowing that he could choose any one of them, and it wouldn’t be the silly little girl in the trailer.

  “Do you want him to stop, Penny?”

  Penny gasped as the demon’s cock twitched against her clit, then pivoted back between her folds, pressing against her slit.

  Maybe this wasn’t what she’d imagined.

  But it’s what I want right now. More than anything.

  “Don’t stop,” she breathed, rexing her thighs and wrapping her ankles tentatively around the demon’s back. “Just go slow.”

  The wolf chuckled under his breath. “We can keep you preoccupied.” He released her right wrist and waved down the shadow shaman. “Hey, come hold her.”

  Sandy released her hold on the man long enough for him to repce the wolf’s position. She took a seat beside him once he’d settled.

  The shaman was far more commanding, forcing Penny’s arms behind her back and holding both wrists in one enormous hand. The wolf stripped his trousers and moved to stand before her, the head of his engorged cock mere heartbeats from her face.

  “I’ll teach you how to blow,” the wolf said, wrapping his hand in Penny’s hair.

  “And you can do the same,” the shaman said to Sandy, pulling her head down with his free hand.

  “As you wish,” Sandy murmured.

  The wet, sucking sounds behind Penny made her stomach clench. It wasn’t blowing at all.

  “Open your mouth, Penny,” the wolf instructed.

  Penny did as he asked, surprised by her desperate need to please him.

  Just as his cock met her tongue, the head of demon’s shaft penetrated her cunt. Penny gasped, then coughed as the wolf’s shaft struck the back of her throat and retreated.

  “Watch your teeth,” he instructed.

  “She’s so tight,” the demon moaned.

  Every inch that descended into her body sent a sharp jolt through her spine. Her thighs fluttered, damp and helpless like the wings of a newly birthed butterfly. The demon gripped just beneath her knees, holding her steady with his descent.

  He’s inside me. She choked against the wolf’s advance, whimpering as strained tears burned at the corners of her eyes. This wasn’t the gentle lovemaking revered in the dime store romance novels Pierre’s sold on occasion. He’s fucking me. They both are.

  “Penny?” Just as the wolf moved to pull out of her mouth, she instinctually sucked at the tender skin, gliding her tongue along his member as the demon had her clit. “Ngh! There’s a good girl.”

  Show me how to do this… for Charlie.

  Deeper still, the demon’s cock delved between her legs. She felt as if she’d burst. Sandy’s wet, earnest slurps and high-pitched sighs as she worked the shaman sounded behind her, falling in tandem with Penny’s desperate suckling. Strong fingers held tight to her wrists, nails digging into her skin in response to Sandy’s pleasuring. Remnants of the ram’s seed mixed with sweat and drool, dripping against Penny’s chest. Her rasped, staccato breaths with the dual penetration of her body grew more frantic as the demon’s hips closed in on hers.

  “Oh fuck,” the demon groaned.

  Penny had sheathed him whole. And it hadn’t hurt. It didn’t hurt. He’d prepared her well, and still, her slick desire coated him to the hilt.

  Without her conscious consent, her hips lifted, putting a finger length of distance between his base and her center, then dropped. The collision of his cock against the deepest parts of her was an explosion of euphoria. Her body had taken on a mind of its own, bucking against him with raw need and a desperation for more.

  “God, I think bottomed her out,” the demon said, responding to her delirious thrusts with his own.

  “You’re so eager.” The wolf stroked her hair, plunging his shaft further back. With every rotation, it got easier. Every meeting of his cock and her throat found her yielding bit by bit. She rexed her jaw and eased the tension in her shoulders, submitting to her wrist’s bindings. He slid across her tongue, tip finding the back of her throat and continuing farther still. A shared acceptance between her legs and mouth. “P-Penny, you’ll make me cum like this.”

  You really do sound like Charlie, she thought idly, lost in the dreamy haze of overwhelming indulgence. Cum, then. Give me more. She doubled her efforts, her tongue slicking him on entry and throat welcoming him back.

  “I’m gonna make you mine,” the demon growled, fingers digging into her thighs. His thrusts grew faster and more forceful. “You’ll take all of it.”

  Yes… Give it to me.

  “Take it!” he cried, his flesh spping against hers. Groans tore from his throat with his climax.

  Penny felt every pulse of his shaft against her clenched walls. Gasped as his semen filled her to the brim.

  It feels so good! How can I be allowed to feel this good? Her reverie materialized in sensuous moans, the sound vibrating against the shaft on her tongue.

  The cock in her mouth hardened to its full rigidity, spraying thick seed against her throat, coating her tongue and cheeks. She swallowed, her eyes squeezing shut until she could regain her breathing. But she wouldn’t let him free. Not until he gave her every st drop. He groaned, bowing his head and leaning forward. She gnced up at him and, for a few heartbeats, stared into emerald hues she swore could only belong to Charlie.

  I wish it were you. I wish I could show you—

  “Move aside, wolf-boy, red devil,” the shaman barked. “Give the rest of us a turn.” He released Penny’s hand and grabbed Sandy by the hair, yanking her away from his erection. The skin was burning pink with her work, her saliva glistening in the dim light.

  “Ah, you wish to take her measure,” Sandy chuckled. “Give the sweet girl what she deserves.”

  “We’ll measure her alright,” the shaman grunted. “See how many more inches she can take.”

  “She can take plenty.” The demon stood and backed away, leaving behind a pool of their blended ecstasy.

  The wolf pulled his softened shaft from Penny’s mouth, reaching down to her chin and tilting it up to see her face. As she stared, she realized how much she wanted him back in her mouth. Once she’d rexed, she discovered enjoyment in seeking every point that caught his breath or made him twitch. She wanted to find more, feel more.

  Use me. Tell me I’m your good girl.

  She tched her lips around his thumb, gently sucking at the base and teasing it with the tip of her tongue.

  “You’re worth waiting for,” he murmured.

  Penny’s heart skipped a beat.

  “Hey. Newbie. You be the camera man.” The skull stepped forward, grabbing the wolf’s shoulder and shoving the phone in his free hand. “You’ve had enough fun for one day.”

  The wolf accepted the phone, sliding his thumb free from Penny’s mouth. With one st gnce at her face, he stepped aside. “Be careful with her.”

  The skull ughed. “Sure, mate. Just like you were.”

  For Penny, the whole scene was like witnessing Shakespeare come to life. A comedy of demonic spirits, taking their pleasure with a maiden spirited away from the waking world.

  Except, it’s not just their pleasure.

  Her body throbbed with need; a hunger to be touched and filled and used once more. The taste of sex was thick on her tongue, the smell of it hung in the air. Her hands were free, and the men’s voices droned on in the background. With trembling fingers, she slid her middle finger between her slit, kneading the hardened pearl that had been the attention of a man’s fervent tongue, still soaked with his seed.

  “Is she touching herself?” one of the men asked in disbelief.

  Sandy shifted to her knees and wrapped her arms around Penny’s shoulders, massaging her breasts in time with the movement of Penny’s fingers. The dual pleasures had her gasping for air.

  “You leave our flower unattended, gentlemen,” Sandy said. “She requires you.”

  Their conversation concluded; three pairs of hands reached for Penny. Sandy released her, much to Penny’s dismay and whine of protest.

  More. I need… “More,” Penny whispered. “Give me more.”

  “You’ll have it, sweet girl,” Sandy assured her in a purr.

  They maneuvered Penny to a metal table covered only by a white cloth. The shadow shaman id back on the surface, cock standing erect and rigid. Penny allowed herself to be lifted and positioned on top of him, her knees straddling his waist.

  “Let’s feel that sweet pussy, girl,” the shaman growled, taking her hips in his hands and guiding them over his shaft. His cock had more girth than the demon, and the difference was immediate as he stretched her wide over the head.

  Penny cried out, her back arching as she found herself wriggling and lowering around him. The ram climbed onto the table behind her. He encouraged her downward with one hand on her abdomen and the other on her back.

  “This is the only beginning,” he whispered into her ear.

  I never want this to end. “Please. Yes.” She didn’t recognize her own voice, soaked with lust and confidence. Keep looking at me. Seeing me.

  She seated herself around the shaman, her hands against his chest, fingernails plying at his flesh. Somehow from this position, the penetration went beyond the demon’s thrusts. “That’s so deep!” she squealed.

  “You are a tight fuck,” the shaman said, grabbing onto her wrists and pulling her forward.

  The skull withdrew his hands, moving them instead to part the cheeks of her ass. “It’ll only get tighter.”

  “I-in there?!” Penny gasped, her stomach tightening. That’s more than beads!

  “In there.” The firm head of his shaft prodded against her tight void.

  “Trust him, girl. He knows what he does,” Sandy encouraged from her side.

  I…Can I—!

  His cock slid inside, and Penny cried out.

  “Penny?” the wolf called from behind the camera.

  “I-it’s good!” Penny panted. “It’s really good!”

  “I’m barely inside you,” the skull said.

  Then give me more!

  She was no longer in control of her own body. Her thoughts were consumed by the thick cocks inside her. Riding them, bucking against them, letting these men cim her. Drowning in their pleasure and her own.

  These were the sensations no book could ever convey.

  “I’m gonna move,” the skull warned, gripping her hips before sliding another inch.

  A sharp shiver rocketed through Penny’s spine, raising every goosebump and tiny hair on her ivory flesh. Her hair fell to either side of her face, damp with sweat, smelling of the wolf’s cologne. She moaned, leaning backward on the shaft, urging him deeper.

  “Shit,” the skull breathed, burying the remnants of himself inside her.

  “My turn,” the shaman said, rocking his hips upward, setting the pace.

  Penny’s heart hammered against her chest, fire racing through her veins. She fought for air, feeling them move independently of one another inside her, relishing each stroke of her walls, massaging of her depths, and collision at her end. The shaman held tight to her wrists, using them as leverage for his thrusts, while the skull kept hold of her hips. Sandy stepped to Penny’s right, sliding one hand between her folds and using the other to toy at her nipple.

  “S-Sandy!” Penny hissed her name. If you touch me like that, I…I—!

  “Give in to it, sweet girl,” Sandy encouraged, leaning forward to suckle at Penny’s breast.

  Penny’s first climax washed over her every nerve in her body. Her lips, fingers, and toes went numb. Chills whispered across her limbs. Delicious sensations between her legs throbbed against the shafts inside her—beginning as a slow pulse that tore the moans from her throat before intensifying into powerful convulsions that made her scream, “Fuck me! Hard!”

  Both men were quick to oblige, plowing into her with newfound energy. The first climax tipped into a second. Then a third. No matter how strong the spasms, her orgasms continued. It was utterly intoxicating, and her screams were proof of it.

  “I think you can take one more.” The ram pulled Sandy away from the table and positioned himself just above the shaman’s head. He bent Penny forward, and the shaman moved her hands to either side of his head to compensate.

  Penny didn’t have to guess this time. She took his dick in her mouth without a word.

  Another climax. Then another. She lost count. She tried to impart even a fraction of her ecstasy into her newfound oral fixation, twirling her tongue around the head, dipping into the tip, then welcoming him into the back of his throat. Every hole was filled. Every piece accounted for.

  Don’t stop seeing me.

  This was her spotlight. For one enclosed eternity, she had the attention of six people. She was their focus. Their pet. She was useful.

  The ram climaxed, granting her another dose of searing ecstasy that she swallowed with glee. As she opened her mouth to gasp for breath, the demon pushed the ram aside, his erection returned, and took his pce. He had the sharp, distinct taste of their sexes, and Penny licked him clean.

  “I can’t hold back anymore!” the skull growled, smming his hips into hers as he pumped her st, unsoiled hole full of semen.

  “Here.” The wolf handed him the camera and readied himself behind Penny.

  Yes. Give me more!

  As they each took their turns, Penny grew to recognize the shape and sensations of their cocks. She knew which she preferred in her mouth, in her cunt, in her ass. She sucked them clean and begged for their affections. She longed for the wolf to call her a good girl once more, hear the groans of the demon, feel six hands on her flesh. Every inch of her was covered, coveted, revered.

  She was still drunk on their delight when they’d spent themselves multiple times. She y on the table, covered and filled by their seed. Drenched and panting, licking her lips and fingers with insatiable yearning.

  “Damn, she’s still horny?” one of the men asked. His voice was muffled by the adrenaline pounding in Penny’s ears.

  “She’s still touching herself,” another remarked.

  The warm glow of promised climaxes made her giddy. She giggled, sliding a finger inside herself. Even after what they’d done, she was still tight. Still ready.

  Still waiting.

  “What you see is a young woman who has abandoned her fears.” Sandy perused her shelves of toys before pulling a thick, curved dildo free. She turned the dial on its base, and the silicon came to life in vibrations. Moving to stand beside Penny, she smiled. “She should be celebrated.”

  Penny curled her fingers around the sides of the table, spreading her legs wide and arching her back to allow Sandy access to whatever she wanted. She was immediately rewarded, her moans of satisfaction ringing in the onlooker’s ears.

  I am giddy; expectation whirls me round…

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