Giving in to Them by SubtleRose

Giving in to Them by SubtleRose

Explore the tantalizing journey of desire and surrender in 'Giving in to Them' – an adult sex story that delves into passion, temptation, and the complexities of intimacy. Discover thrilling encounters and deep connections that push boundaries and ignite fantasies.<br/> “You’re even prettier on your knees,” Zane said from above me, his lips curling into a smirk.

The most I could do was glare up at him through my lashes, the ball gag in my mouth muting any insults I wanted to throw at him. Drool had started to drip down onto my chest, covering me in my own spit and only just missing my shirt.

Zane twirled a piece of my hair around his finger before he circled behind me, now out of my eyesight. My hands stayed tied behind my back, in an arm binder type tie that rendered my arms immobile.

Out of the shadows in front of me came Jake, who was missing a shirt, revealing the tattoos that covered his upper body. My breath caught and my body grew warmer, but I refused to give into the feelings, tearing my eyes away and looking at the ground.

His steps came closer until I could see his shoes in my vision. A hand reached out and grasped my chin, forcing it up until I met his eyes.

“It seems like our little toy needs to learn to control herself,” he tutted, with a pitying smile.

He used his foot to push my thighs further apart, forcing my skirt higher and putting my pussy on display. The feeling of being put on display had my stomach in knots, I had no doubts my arousal was visible on my thong if you looked hard enough.

I automatically attempted to close my legs, the thought of him seeing what they were already doing to me was unbearable. The humiliation wrapped me in a spiral of feelings that continued to draw me closer to the edge of submission.

Jake snarled in response, “You’re going to keep your legs open for me like the slut you are,” His tone left no room for argument and even the brat in me didn’t want to fight that command.

I squeezed my eyes shut in an attempt to ward off the humiliation as I widened my thighs back into position. His hand disappeared from my chin and wrapped around my throat, above my collar, squeezing until my eyes popped back open and a whimper made its way out around the ball gag.

“There you go, how hard was that,” He said, letting go and patting my cheek. His condescending tone filled me with desperation, my pussy squeezing around nothing and aching to be filled.

Zane stalked out into my field of vision, both Felix and Nick behind him. All four of the boys being in front of me was an intimidating sight, I felt like I was awaiting punishment for a crime, which in basic terms is exactly what was happening.

Nick stepped forward, until he was close enough that I had to tilt my head back to meet his blue eyes. He reached down and undid my gag, gently pulling it out of my mouth and tossing it to the side.

“Care to tell us why exactly we’ve got you here on your knees?” Nick asked from above me.

I gritted my teeth and stayed silent, the want to snap a snarky comment his way was overwhelming.

The boys looked at each other, a silent conversation going on right in front of me. They seemed to have come to an agreement as Nick stepped back and Felix stepped forward, his smile sadistic as he unzipped his pants and slowly undressed.

His cock stood at full attention, out of all the boys the only one that I couldn’t deep throat was his, the sheer size of it making it a difficult job.

As he came towards me I realized his goal and shied away, leaning my head backwards away from him.

Zane stepped behind me and suddenly my head had nowhere to go, his body becoming a wall.

Felix stood in front of me, his cock sitting inches from my mouth that I refused to open. Felix didn’t look bothered, if anything his gaze turned predatory as he looked down at me. Suddenly Zane’s hand snuck around from behind me and pinched one of my nipples, hard enough that I let out a yelp, allowing Felix to shove forward and his cock to hit the back of my throat in one go.

I gag and try to pull away but the human wall, Zane, is still there, blocking my escape. Tears form in my eyes as he starts a punishing rhythm, hitting the back of my throat every time.

Zane leans down to my ear “tap three times on my leg to safe word remember.” I nod during the brief reprise Felix gives me before he slams back into my mouth with full force.

“Poor little fucktoy, the only thing you’re good for is choking on our dicks,” Nick said from behind Felix. When I glanced his way I found him sitting in a chair, his hand over his crotch and watching with rapt attention.

Tears now stream down my face and spit drips down my chin. Felix growls at me every time my eyes leave his, forcing me to meet his vivid green eyes while he uses me.

Felix thrusts in and holds it there, hand in my hair, while Zane reaches around and covers my nose, effectively cutting off my air supply. My fight or flight kicked in and I thrashed in their grip. My toes curled, if I wasn’t already drenched it sure would be now.

5 seconds slowly became 10 seconds and my stomach clenched, my body fighting for air but finding none.

My kinks had been something I had fought for so long, the craving to be forced to submit, to be treated like an object. My kink list was extensive and while breath play was on there, it was one that I had avoided, lacking the trust it required with any of my previous partners. However the boys were my salvation, opening my eyes to my hidden desires.

15 seconds and my nerve endings felt electric, my body on fire as my brain turned fuzzy. My body gave up, too focused on its lack of breath to be able to continue to fight. I stared up at Felix, meeting his cruel gaze as I pleaded with my eyes.

Just as I felt my vision start to blur, Zane pulled his hand from my face and Felix pulled out. I sucked in deep breaths of air between the coughs that racked my body as I re adjusted to being able to breathe.

I came back to the present when a hand gripped my scalp, Zane pulling my head back so I was forced to look forward, causing me to whimper.

Felix had been replaced by Jake who was now down at my eye level. “How about we try this again,” He said, his voice low and menacing. “Why do we have you here on your knees?”

I swallowed, my cheeks wet with tears and my breath ragged. “Because I deserve it,” I said quietly, barely above a whisper as I hung my head.

“Louder.”

That was Nick, his tone was ice cold, leaving no room for argument. He sat on his chair like it was a throne, I loved when he watched, the humiliation of it threatened to drown me.

I repeated my previous sentence, louder this time, the last word breaking off with a whimper of surrender.

“Such a sweet little rape slut,” Jake cooed, his hand patting my cheek. “We’ll teach you how important it is to control those urges of yours.”

His gentle pat quickly turned into a stinging slap before he backed away, joining Nick and Felix a few feet in front of me.

Zane moved out from behind me and joined them, leaving me kneeling in front of the four of them.

“Let’s play a game,” Zane said, his smile growing into something haunting. His eyes traveled over my body like a predator watching his prey.

“We’re going to untie your arms and give you fifteen seconds,” Felix said, slowly rolling up his sleeves as he spoke.

I shivered, fear cutting deep into my bones.

“Whoever finds you first,” Jake starts.

“Get’s to fuck you first,” Nick finishes, the light glinting off the knife he pulled out of his pocket to admire.

My body stilled as I remembered the last session with that knife, the memories hitting me and leaving my body tingling.

Jake walked over and settled behind me, carefully undoing the knot and letting my arms free. I stretched my arms out and rolled my shoulders, getting used to moving them again.

“fourteen, thirteen,”

Felix’s countdown startled me enough that I jumped into action, bolting out the door before I gave myself a second to think.

The house was two stories and enough rooms to give me some solid hiding options. The question on where to hide was less on where they would not find me and more on who would I rather find me first.

Nick, who held the knife that instilled fear and drove me to deep points of humiliation was not the top of the list of who I wanted to find to find me first.

I ran up the stairs to the second story, deciding that the further away from the playroom, the better my chances would be. I stumbled into one of the spare rooms, spinning a circle to scan the room for hiding spots. Nothing stood out to me other than the obvious ones like under the bed or the closet, spots I was sure to be found in quickly.

I made my way into the attached bathroom, where I spotted my best chance. The counter spanned most of the side wall, with a small shelf right behind the door. There was just enough space for me to curl up under the shelf, meaning when the door was open my whole body was blocked from view.

I shut the door before crawling into the space under the shelf, hugging my knees to keep myself small. I leant my head on my knees, my breaths shallow as fear squeezed my heart, my ears straining to listen for any sounds.

A minute later I hear one of them arrive on the second floor, their steps quiet and measured as they stalk closer. My heart pounded, the fear turning into heat as I waited with baited breath.

Fear was a heady thing, it lured me close to the edge of subspace, where a solid push of control would send me tumbling over the edge.

The steps faded and after a while my body relaxed. Every whisper of the wind or creak of a floorboard sent my heart racing again and took a few seconds to calm back down. The cold tiles of the bathroom on my bare skin that my skirt didn’t cover made me shiver. I felt like I could have chosen a comfier spot if I had taken a little more time.

The sound of footsteps mere meters away made me freeze, panic squeezing me into a vice. I felt like a rabbit about to be pounced on, the urge to run screaming through my body.

Before my brain had time to process, someone opened the bathroom door.

I curled up tighter, saying a silent prayer in my head that they would leave without finding me. Two steps further in and I realized it was Nick, out of the small sliver of room I could see with the door open like this. He was spinning that knife of his in one hand as he looked around, his smile predatory.