The Agency: Volume 1: (Group Situation, Dominance and Submission, Medical, Law Enforcement, 3-Book Bundle)

by Raven Dark

  “Suck it, or do I have to hurt you?”

  Free to enjoy him without slipping out of the role, she closed her eyes and made a tight ring around him with her mouth, sucking long and hard until he let out a primal groan. She almost smiled at her effect on him. No one was that good an actor.

  Between her legs, whoever was there sped up, lapping hungrily at her. Her desire spiraled, threatening to rip her apart. Fiona thrust her hips up, fucking his face and panting around Rick’s shaft. The ropes around her ankles and wrists chafed, but the hint of pain only turned her on even more.

  In her mouth, Rick sped up his pace. Hand still at the base of his cock, he pushed in and out while Chad immobilized her head, forcing her to take him.

  All around her, pants were undone, zippers sounding, and men took their cocks out, stroking, most already hard. The thought of so many men seeing her being forced to take the domination of these three sent her need to new heights and she let out a sound that was almost a growl.

  Between her legs, the licking turned frantic, and Fiona thrust up wildly. Rick tensed and grunted like he was ready to come, but then pulled out.

  “Fuck.” He swung off her and pushed the man away from between her legs just as she was about to tumble over the edge. She moaned the loss. “Untie her feet.”

  Someone stepped in to untie the ropes at her ankles. In an instant, Rick knelt between her legs and jerked them up, setting her feet over his shoulders.

  “Your cunt’s gonna feel so good.” The lust in his voice, in his eyes, the vivid hardness of his cock made her feel incredibly desirable. She’d rarely seen a man look so hungry.

  While the whole room watched, Rick stroked her slicked pussy with the head of his cock, teasing her aching core. “Someone fuck her mouth.”

  Chad tightened his grip on her hair and positioned himself close to her head. Pushed his cock against her lips. She pressed them together.

  “Open your fucking mouth.”

  No way, he had to work for this. She twisted her head, but he gripped her chin and turned it to him, holding it still and shoved inside. Her sex dripped, and Rick groaned, sliding himself through it.

  “Come on. Suck it. You know you love sucking dick.”

  At the moment, she couldn’t have denied the whorish implications in his words. The needy way he thrust in and out of her mouth made her nipples harden to painful points. She could have sucked him for hours.

  Between her legs, Rick grabbed her hips and thrust into her in a single, brutal movement. He went so deep his balls smacked her ass, and pleasure shot all the way through her. Fiona thrashed and her toes curled as she screamed around Chad’s cock.

  Without even pausing, Rick thrust in and out, long, demanding strokes, each one slamming his hips against the backs of her thighs. The brutality of it made her all the wetter. Meanwhile, Chad fucked her mouth, his balls slapping her chin, pelvis bumping her nose. He kept her head still, leaving her no choice but to accept it. She groaned, loving the aggression, the musky taste of him, the feel of Rick pounding her.

  Someone grunted—Chad, she realized—and he quickened, his hand in her hair tightening, shaking. Seed shot down her throat in a hot jet.

  “Wow. Fuck, she sucks like a demon, you guys have to take this angel.”

  Some of the men chuckled, others agreed.

  Rick seized her hips, pounding harder. “Jesus, woman, your cunt feels incredible.” The praises jacked her own need that much higher and Fiona cried out, hurtling over the edge. Rick’s thrusts intensified, his hips smacked hers three times, and then his warm semen filled her.

  When he pulled out and climbed off the bed, she lifted her head, panting. She barely had a chance to mourn the end of her pleasure when Chad got off the bed, went to the foot end, and climbed on.

  “Undo her hands, Carl.”

  The one with the dragons on his arms undid one wrist, while Rick went to the head and untied the other.

  “Come here, hot stuff,” Chad rumbled.

  Remembering her role, Fiona kicked at him. Chad seized her ankle and shoved it aside. He grabbed her wrist and yanked her up. In a moment, somehow he had her hauled against him, her legs wrapping against his waist, arms around his neck, his hands cupping her ass.

  Fiona stared at him, taking in the lust and amusement in his eyes. He was all hard muscle and warmth, easy to wrap herself around.

  “I’m only doing this because with so many of you, there’s no way I have a chance.”

  “Shut up.” A soft, dangerous command that made her already soaking pussy even slicker. He lifted her, angling his cock at her entrance, then thrust up, driving into her balls deep.

  She thought he would tip her backwards onto the mattress and pound her. Instead, he nodded to someone behind him. The bed creaked, and arms gently circled her waist. Chad released her and whomever held her pulled her back so that she lay across a hard chest, a man’s knees keeping hers apart. Chad slid his hands over her legs while the man under her ran his rough palms down her front. She had a chance to see the tattoos of dragons on his forearms.

  Carl.

  “Have you taken a man up the ass, sweetheart?” Somehow he managed to make the endearment sound rough, low and close to her ear. She swallowed. She’d done anal, but something about the way he spoke warned her it would be different this time. Harder. Her blood turned to liquid fire.

  “Fuck you, pervert.”

  His lips stretched to a smile against her ear and he smacked her clit. She whimpered, and Chad grinned. His head bent and he kissed his way along her jaw.

  “Behave for us, or it’ll really hurt.”

  She twisted, and Carl grabbed her hair, yanking it back. Giving Chad access to her throat. Carl’s other hand put the tip of his cock at her ass and the wide head pressed at the entrance. Little shocks of pain made her grit her teeth. He slowed, easing his way in.

  “Relax. Breathe.” Rick was there, at her shoulder, his gentle tone at odds with the situation. He stroked her arm, her shoulder, tweaking her breasts while Chad nibbled and licked at her throat and chin.

  Carl pushed in a little deeper. Pain raced through her, but also pleasure. The sting only heightened her arousal. Fiona let her muscles relax, breathing deep. The pain minimized and Carl pushed slowly in and out of her tight ass. It didn’t matter how often she did anal, it always came with a certain amount of pain, but the accompanying pleasure always made it worth it.

  Fingers reached between their bodies, playing with her clit. Carl’s, she knew. He strummed, licking and nibbling her ear. Then Chad’s hands cradled her hips and then his cock was at her pussy, stroking through the slickness there.

  Oh god. Two at once. A first for her, but could she handle it?

  Chad slid inside, filling her pussy slowly. Fullness pressed at her walls, every movement making her increasingly aware of every inch of the two cocks moving in and out of her.

  A deep groan escaped her and Fiona forgot the role completely, wriggling and bucking, anything to feel more of the sheer pleasure driving through her.

  “You like that, don’t you. You like being stuffed full of cock.” Chad licked her ear while Carl bit the other. Unable to form a coherent thought, Fiona only panted.

  “Answer him.” Rick bent over her, his fist in her hair. The pain made her clench around both cocks and both men moaned.

  “Fuck…fuck you.”

  Rick’s eyes twinkled. That smirk on his lips made her so hot. Then his head swooped in and his mouth claimed hers. Hot, hard, brutal. Her blood raced and she tilted her head back, unable to help letting her tongue slide over his. So many hands on her, so many bodies pressing in, sensations coming from everywhere, it all threatened to overwhelm her.

  Too soon, Rick lifted his head. “You want to mouth off, we’ll find a good use for that hole of yours.” He nodded to someone.

  A beefy man with the most beautiful blue eyes she’d ever seen climbed on the bed, his huge cock in his hand. He turned her face to the right angle a
nd shoved into her mouth.

  Damn. He was big enough to stretch her jaw, testing the limits of what she could handle. She loved it. Fiona didn’t get a chance to fight, with his grip on her chin. Blue Eyes fucked her mouth while Chad and Carl slid in and out of her other end.

  Pleasure assailed her from all angles, every hole stretched to capacity. The two men in her ass and pussy were moving out of sync, ratcheting up the intensity. Fiona whimpered around Blue Eyes’ cock, once more forgetting her role as she licked and sucked greedily on him.

  All around her, she could hear men pounding themselves, breathing quickening as some drew close. No, none of them could come yet. She wanted them to use her, all of them.

  At some point, two of the men had wrapped her hands around their cocks. Amid the maelstrom of pleasure shocking her system, she felt her hands sliding up and down hard shafts, one on each side. Hot seed spurted over her hip and someone grunted, as if one of the random men somewhere close had finished on her.

  It hit her as another shock to the system, the implications of her situation. She’d become a buffet for these men, there to please them, to be used by them, however they wanted. Her mind added the logical addition that fit with the role—whether she wanted it or not. Her pussy clenched and Chad rumbled, thrusting faster. Carl slowed, prolonging her need.

  In her mouth, Blue Eyes’ cock grew harder and he threw back his head, fucking her mouth with abandon. A strained growl left him, and he shot down her throat, coating it with hot liquid. She sucked it all back before twisting her head as if to get away.

  Chad turned her face up and she cried out a protest. Carl covered her mouth with one hand, strumming her clit with the other while Chad sat up, grabbed her hips and pounded her. She let out a series of helpless whines, spiraling higher. Carl’s hips rose and fell, smacking her ass with a sudden frantic cadence and his hand over her mouth tightened, giving the sounds an added helplessness.

  “Fucking shut it. No one’s coming to save you. You’re ours, all night.”

  The words pushed her over the edge, fast and hard and Fiona screamed into his palm.

  The man in her right hand quickened and cum shot across her arm in a long, sticky stream. An instant later, the one in her left grip tensed, bucked forward, and warm wetness coated her chest. Someone swore and a third hot stream coated her side. An instant later, Chad thrust into her a handful of times, fast, sharp thrusts. Filling her with his essence. He pulled out and cum dripped down her ass.

  Carl grabbed her hips with both hands, driving up into her ass with a roar. More wetness shot into her. Fiona’s mounting need snapped and she crested another peak, writhing, hips thrusting high.

  The two men had scarcely released her, both having climbed off the bed, when a giant of a man with a full dark beard stalked forward. The look of him, all broadness and ropes of muscle, made her eyes widen. Like the others, he’d stripped off his shirt, his cock out, slick, as if he’d already come, but hard again.

  “Oh, you’ve got to be kidding.” The nervousness in her voice at the idea of taking another man so soon was definitely real, but so was the lust racing in her veins.

  “Nope. Roll over, slut.” Rough, greedy. Wild heat slid through her, understanding his intentions. None of them had been overly dirty with her, and the added dimension of this one’s singular crudity offered a fresh layer of need for her. Fiona fought a smile and remained on her back. Slick with come and bared for all to see.

  The giant of a stud grabbed her wrist and easily flipped her over onto her stomach. A swift, deliciously violent move. Before she could think to fight him, he was behind her, pushing her legs apart. He pushed her head into the mattress, pining her cheek there while his hand cracked down on her ass. Fiona gave a whimper. This one was going to be fabulous.

  “You want to be a fucking brat, you can pay for it.”

  “Fuck off.” She reached around, trying to claw at him.

  “Someone tie the bitch’s hands.”

  Rick fulfilled the role, yanking her wrists to the headboard and securing them to the posts at each side with the rope. Once she was helpless, the bearded man behind her impaled her, a single, violent thrust. A shaky groan pushed out of her, but she was given no chance to grow accustomed to him. He hammered, no build up or gradual increase in momentum, he just fucked her, dark and furious from start to finish. Fiona’s bed jostled and thumped with his frenzied beat.

  The raw, primal waves of pleasure overwhelmed her, ripping her apart, and she cried out, half weeping. The dim awareness of other men seeing her taking his brutality swam through her thoughts, spinning her higher.

  “Oh my God, oh, fuck, help me!” The words weren’t entirely an act; his brutality was so intense it was almost too much. No one did help her, and that only made her needier.

  At some point, someone crawled onto the bed in front of her. She didn’t even see who it was or what he looked like before the one behind her yanked her up by the hair and the new one in front of her took her chin. The one behind released her only for the other to take hold of her head.

  “Come on. Show me what a slut you are.” He shoved his cock in, stuffing her mouth full. Past the will to maintain the role and fight, Fiona took him deep, bobbing her head fast and sucking hard on a cock that was so ridged with need it felt like a steel bar. Behind her, the man inside her continued his delicious assault, abusing her pussy.

  “God, this is fucking hot.” Rick, his words echoed her thoughts. She groaned her agreement around the new cock in her mouth.

  With a string of unintelligible grunts, the one in her pussy sped up even faster, if that was possible. Fiona thrashed and tensed, coming again. His juices coated her insides and when he pulled out, it dripped down her leg. At her mouth, the man there tightened his hold on her head, shoving it up and down faster. His cock gave a violent twitch and he bucked into her face before his own juices coated her throat.

  How many men had she made come? How many more did she have left to satisfy? She had no idea. The insurmountable numbers ahead of her nearly made her come all over again.

  Cocks. Everywhere, there seemed to be hard cocks, men stroking some, others waiting, a few soft, and growing hard again. Fiona took them one after the other, the rhythm soon lost to her, so that she floated in a haze of sucking, fucking and pleasure. She took them in her mouth, some long, some short, some dark, some light.

  Soon, her holes became sore, her mouth aching, her ass numb, her pussy long past that scratchy feeling that came with too much sex, but these men were professionals, and they knew how to arouse, how to make her forget the pain and drive her until there was only pleasure and she was eager for more.

  “This is unbelievable. You guys are fucking animals.” But she chuckled as she lay on her back, taking the newest man’s slow, languid thrusts.

  “Shut up. You know you love it.”

  God, did she ever.

  Men took her ass and pussy, often at the same time, some gentle, some rough, some fast, others slow. From behind, from the front, on the bed, against the wall, bent over her dresser. Sweat and cum soaked her in a sheen, her dark hair stuck to her shoulders and back. Her voice was hoarse from crying out.

  The sheer numbers made her feel like a porn star, fueled with a sense of accomplishment that floored her. She’d probably have to pack her swollen pussy with ice after this, but it would be worth it. She’d never forget this night. Not in a million.

  Rick waited until the two men taking her were done, then he grabbed her wrist and hauled her off the bed to her feet. She glanced around the room. Everywhere, men lay or lounged, not a hard cock in sight. Except one.

  “How can you want it again?” She looked at Rick’s cock, pointing straight up, the head purple.

  “I have a big appetite.” He shoved her up against her dresser, just hard enough that it rattled lightly.

  “Oh, God.” Fiona clawed at the top of the wood, loving the helplessness of being forced to take him after all that abuse. “Rick, God
, this is just crazy.” There was no fight in her voice, only hunger.

  He thrust into her, spreading her legs wide and pinning her to the dresser. “I can’t help it. Watching you fuck all those men like a sex crazed whore. So hot, I have to have you all for myself again.”

  He slid in and out with a series of deep, greedy rumbles.

  There was pain, but ripples of pleasure soon overpowered it. Fiona fucked him back, nails scraping the top of the dresser. In the mirror, she saw herself, slick with sweat and cum, her sweat-soaked hair hanging in wet tendrils around her, wild. Looking at it, coupled with the sight of gorgeous Rick fucking her from behind gave them an animalistic look that excited her all over again.

  “Shit, Rick. Don’t stop.” Her voice was throaty, raw.

  “Oh, yeah. Fucking yeah.” His fingers scraped over her thighs, the roughness, the almost pain adding another layer of pleasure. His hips smacked hers savagely.

  Pleasure mounted, clawing through her. Fiona tossed her head and rode him like a fiend. “Oh my god, fuck, yes!”

  She came apart, white lights blinding her and she screamed. Rick seemed to come almost at the same instant, pounding her viciously before he spent inside her, filling her with his release.

  Floating in a sea of bliss, Fiona slumped against the dresser, chest heaving. Rick enveloped her in his arms and she felt him sweep her off her feet. Eyes closed, she felt the bed under her, and then arms closed around her.

  “Guys, could you excuse us a second? Our little Fiona deserves to be cuddled after all that.” Rick stroked her hair and she rested her head on his chest. His warmth, his caring for her, especially after all they’d done, made her heart feel huge.

  Men got up from the floor and pulled on clothing, some of them smirking at Rick, watching him hold her. They left the room, many of them waving goodbye to her, telling Rick they’d see him outside. His fingers made slow, lazy trails along her arm.