My heart froze as his eyes met mine through the gap, his gaze darkened and he stepped forward and shut the door, leaving me exposed.
“Well, aren’t I lucky,” He said with a low chuckle, crouching down so he was at my eye level. “Now, are you going to come out by yourself or am I going to have to drag you out?”
I said nothing, curling into my body tighter and staring at him with wide eyes.
“Come on now, do you really want to find out what happens if I’m forced to drag you out myself?” Nick asked. I knew that I did not want to find that out and slowly moved my body until I was on my hands and knees, crawling out of the small space I was hiding in.
The second I was within arms reach of Nick he snapped an arm out and wrapped a hand around my throat, forcing me to scramble forward as he drew me to him. A lead appeared in his other hand which he clipped to my collar before he stood and opened the door, dragging me into the middle of the bedroom.
Nick turned, crouching in front of me. My body went still at the feel of the knife under my chin and I held my breath, not daring to move. He held the end of the leash up to my mouth until I opened and bit down on the leather, effectively holding my own lead.
He slowly dragged the dull edge of the knife down my throat and chest until it rested between my boobs with just my thin shirt as a barrier between the knife and my skin. Instinct made me drop my head down to see what he was doing, but in a flash he had the knife back under my chin, forcing it up so I was looking straight ahead.
Without speaking he went back to dragging the knife down my body, pausing this time just above the waistband of my skirt.
I fought the urge to look down, forcing myself to keep looking straight ahead at Nick’s face while he avidly focused on his knife on my body.
His other hand met my chest and gently guided me backwards until I was on my back on the tile floor. He adjusted my legs so they were bent and spread, giving him access to my pussy from under my skirt, which he had flipped up to give him an uninterrupted view.
“Someone’s enjoying this,” He said with a low chuckle, noticing my wet pussy that was now on display for him. I had no panties as per usual for easy access when we were at home,
I tried to follow the knife with my eyes as he moved it onto one of my thighs, slowly, inch by inch, dragging it towards my spread pussy.
I met his eyes for a second before his body was suddenly hovering over mine and his knife was under my chin, forcing it back until I stared straight at the white ceiling.
“Move your head again and I won’t be so nice about it,” He hissed.
He moved back to kneeling between my legs, the knife slowly tracing up my thigh again. With my head back like this I could only see the top of his body with my Peripheral vision, leaving me relying on feel only to know what he was doing.
As the knife got closer to my spread open core, my short, sharp breaths turned into whimpers, my body felt electric as I focused all my energy on where that knife was.
I held my breath as the knife gently traced my clit, before it disappeared from my body.
The breath of relief didn’t last long as I felt the knife now on my other thigh, tracing light patterns and setting my nerves alight.
The sounds of footsteps met my ears seconds before they came into the room. Just one pair and I strained my ears trying to figure out who it was. They stopped just before my head and my field of vision, staying silent.
My curiosity got the best of me and I slowly, quietly lifted my face until I could see their Identity.
Jake stood behind me, his cock straining against the confines of his pants as he watched Nick. I dropped my chin straight back into position the minute I recognised Jake, feeling confident Nick didn’t see me move.
I was wrong.
The knife that was tracing teasing patterns on my thigh suddenly turned sharp as Nick changed angles. The blade pierced the skin, causing me to yelp and attempt to move my leg away from the pressure.
Jake was there in an instant, holding my leg immobile as Nick continued. The pattern felt the same but this time it was sharp, enough to draw blood I was sure. I whimpered through the pain, with the odd yelp when he cut a little deeper.
It didn’t last long, the pain enough to bring tears to my eyes but not enough to make them fall.
I knew, from experience, he had carved a shallow heart on my thigh. I had plans to get one tattooed in the future, a sign of their forever mark on me.
When he had finished Jake came up into my field of vision, kneeling next to my head.
“Are you going to be a good little toy now?” He asked, stroking my face with a hand.
“Yes sir,” I responded, my voice quiet. I kept my head facing the ceiling, something I wouldn’t forget to do anytime soon.
I suddenly felt Nick’s hand creep up towards my pussy, his fingers brushing my clit and then a foreign object at my entrance, just as I realized what it was, Nick shoved the handle of the knife into me, leaving me breathless and whimpering.
He didn’t give me a minute to breathe, instead slowly pumping it in and out, as I struggled to keep my body still.
Jake ran a hand up the inside of my shirt, his fingers circling around one of my nipples, teasing it enough to add to my whimpering.
The two guys must have been silently communicating, as Nick pushes the Knife handle in as deep as it goes, Jake pushed my top up and leaned down to bite my nipple, causing a scream to tear from my throat.
“Please, please.. I, I can’t,” I begged, what I was begging for I wasn’t sure. All I knew is that I felt too much, I wanted to cum, my brain was too far gone to know exactly what I wanted.
“Aww, is the little slut trying to speak,” Zane said from a few steps away. I wasn’t sure how long he had been here but I hadn’t heard him come in.
I struggled to not turn to look at him, looking straight at the ceiling. There wasn’t much to look at, but I forced myself to study the light above, keeping my focus on anything but turning my head.
Nick continued the slow pumping of the knife inside me as Jake left my side disappearing from my vision.
I could hear whispers but couldn’t make out any words, not that it was easy to focus with Nick’s thumb now circling my clit.
“Please,” My voice was a broken whisper, the second the word left my mouth Nick stopped, pulling the knife out and slowly getting up.
“No, please, I didn’t mean,” My words cut off with a cry as a hand grabbed my hair, dragging me up until I was on my knees facing the rest of the boys.
“Tell us what you want, in detail,” Nick said into my ear, bending down behind me. I could feel his breath on my neck, one hand resting on my other shoulder, holding the knife just visible in my peripheral.
“I, uh,” My gaze flitted between the three guys in front of me, keenly aware of the raging hard ons they all had.
A sudden nip to my ear made me jump and the words spilled out of my mouth.
“I want you to fuck me, please, I want to come.” I sounded pathetic but my god I wanted to come.
“I don’t know if she deserves it boys,” Felix said, leaning back against the doorframe and looking over at Nick, like I wasn’t there, on my knees in front of them.
“No, please, I do, I’ll do anything” I begged, Any sort of dignity I had was long gone.
“I think I know what she wants,” Zane said as he met my eyes for the first time. “A good ass fucking.”
I paused, the way he said it was far more sinister than the actual words. I enjoyed anal, and had taken Zane multiple times so it didn’t sound like a negative thing.
That was until he rolled up one sleeve and flexed his fingers, a dark grin taking over his features. Terror sank in as I realized exactly what he meant.
I instinctively tried to scramble away, Nick grabbed my shoulder but even the threat of the knife was overruled by my fear. I managed to get out of his grip and towards the bathroom, attempting to get onto my feet.
A hand grabbed my hair and I thrashed against it, yelping when all it did was cause me pain. He shoved me down onto my hands and knees, following me down and shoving a hand on my head until the side of my face was pressed up against the ground.
He knelt behind me, his hard length against my ass, leaving me no room for movement. As he shushed my cries, I realized it was Zane and felt a useless rise of panic as I struggled to accept my fate. I could see the rest of the boys from my position, making my core tighten with the humiliation at the thought of them watching this go down.
Felix walked over holding cuffs, grabbing both my arms and forcing them behind my back, locking them together.
He then replaced Zane’s hand that held my head down with his boot, grinding my face against the ground.
I moaned at the feeling of lube sliding down my ass, not being able to help the heat that flooded my body at the feeling. My breath came out in gasps as I slowly came down from my short adrenaline high. Zane’s finger ran down my crack, swirling around my hole before slowly pushing in. I gasped, the lube cold as it first entered my body. He slowly got into rhythm and I relaxed into it. It was almost therapeutic when I had no choice, just made to lay there and take it.
He pulled out before he slowly added a second finger, repeating the process. This continued until he’s about to add a fourth and I suddenly remembered his end goal.
“No, don’t…” I only got two desperate words out before Felix pressed my face harder into the ground, cutting me off with a cry.
Silent tears gathered in my eyes as Zane lent over me towards my face.
report “You’re going to be a good little fucktoy and let me rape your ass with my fist” He accompanied his statement with a stinging slap to my ass, making me yelp.
I didn’t get a chance to answer before I felt his fingers circling around my hole again with more lube. I whimpered, squirming slightly in a useless attempt of escape.
Zane reached forward and under me to pinch one of my nipples harshly, making me scream out at the sudden pain.
He used the distraction to slowly shove his four fingers in.
“Fuckkk,” I drew out in a moan.
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