by Nicola Diaz
I decide to call their bluff, to see if this is in fact a part of the arrangement. They take me down to the safe room, where all the safety deposit boxes are housed. There is a series of digital access codes that are required to gain entry to these boxes, a precaution that we took in case the clients lost their keys. How could these men know this though, and why would they bring me down here, instead of taking me away from the bank?
The guns that they wave in my face are real enough. That means that the four men left upstairs with the last of the staff, the ones that were still in the bank at closing time, are armed with real guns too. The gunman in front of me has a menacing look in his eyes, asking me for the codes again, lifting my skirt with the barrel of his gun. I think of giving them to him, but something inside me holds me back from doing it just yet.
Perhaps it is the coldness of the gun against my thigh that turns me on. Perhaps it is his gray blank stare. Whatever it is, I need to know how far he is willing to go to get the information out of me. The room is cold, and it is dark. I try to remember where the light is in the room, but I remember that it is dim, so even if it were on, the room would still be dark. I am surprised though that his gaze is fixed in my mind, and I see him as clearly as though the room were soaked in white light.
He slaps me across the face and then pulls my face towards his. Again he is demanding the codes, and again I refuse to give them to him. He looks around at the others, smiles, and then rips the buttons on the front of my blouse. He tables his cun and takes out a knife, cutting my bra down the front of it. The fabric falls to the floor and my tits rise high above my chest, my nipples hard and full against the coldness in the room. I try to cover them, but he pushes my hands away from my chest.
Then he unzips my skirt, his eyes fixed on mine. I cannot help but wonder why all this effort, all this trouble just to get me alone. He asks for the access codes again, and my silence sees him use the knife on my panties. I look down to where my clothing is now gathered in a puddle around my ankles, and I stand naked in front of six men I have never seen before. Again the contract comes to mind, and I start to work my head around the blacklisted torture methods. What if this was real though, and what if the fear bubbling up in my stomach was justified?
He looks at the others, who quickly come up to me and lift me onto the table. I am forced onto the cold surface, and I arch my back to create some distance between the coldness and my back. Many hands push me down on the table though, some holding my hands above my head, some parting my legs. I am not ready for them to start yet, but these men obviously don’t give a fuck about what I am or am not ready for.
The barrel of the gun touches my clit and presses down hard on it. I panic; thinking that if this gun goes off, my pussy will be shot to smithereens. I cannot look down at this gun that is rubbing against my clit, unable to hold back from the obvious arousal. They laugh at me, at the fact that my clit is now fully engorged, and my cunt lips are parting, showing the opening to my pussy for all to see. Everyone seems to have adjusted to the darkness too, because all eyes are suddenly on my punani.
The nose of the gun finds the space between my lips, and the coldness of the steel threatens the entrance to my cunt. I try in vain to close my legs, but the hands on my thighs press down on them harder. The tip of the gun starts to make its way into me, and I cannot believe it. Could he really fuck me with this gun? This was certainly not discussed in the contract. I would never have agreed to this. I shut my eyes, bracing myself for this invasion.
He pulls the gun out of me suddenly, and comes up to my mouth. He feeds me the taste of myself, and again demands the access codes. His demands are not as menacing now though, and I know that this is probably because he has other ideas now. The thought of torturing this information out of me seems to settle over him, as it does all the men in the room. I also feel no need to be forthcoming with this information just yet. I need to know how far they will take this, how far they will go.
The gun is put down beside my head, pointing at me without a finger on the trigger. Two of the others though still hold their guns and are pointing them at me. I am not sure what the man who just put his gun down is about to do, but he goes down to my pussy again, and he puts his middle-finger in his mouth. Then he forces it inside my cunt without stopping, not until he is all the way inside me. He moves it around inside me for a moment, and then pulls it out.
He leans over to me and feeds me this finger. I try not to suck it, but he moves it around on my tongue so that I have no choice. Then he sticks two fingers into my pussy, and moves these around. It seems that these fingers move too easily inside me, so he adds three and then four fingers, really stretching my pussy now. I try to object, but I cannot breathe, so I cannot speak. I try to scream, but this too is not possible. All I manage is a few successive pants, and then nothing. I close my eyes and inhale deeply as soon as he removes all of the fingers from me.
Four fingers that taste like pussy are shoved in my mouth now, and he leans over to my ear. He whispers his request for the access codes, and then answers himself. “Still not going to give them to me are you…no, no… I think you like this. Do you…like it?” he asks, pulling my clit between two of his fingers. Then he pinches my clit hard and lets go, pushing the four fingers inside my pussy again. Suddenly he is easing a fifth finger into me, and I cannot breathe again, struggling for air to my lungs.
The full fist inside my cunt feels like a truck has just been driven through me pussy. I try to move my legs, to evict this intrusion from me, but I can’t. The men in the room are laughing loudly now, mocking me and my pussy for being able to take this hand in its entirety. I try to break free from the hands that are holding me down, but the men holding me are very strong. They keep me in firm place, and I have no choice but to take this hand up me, not even sure if I like it or not.
Chapter 2
When he removes the fist from my pussy he licks his own fingers. I am turned on by this, and I wish that he can finger me gently, just to bring me to an orgasm. He doesn’t seem interested in this though, my pleasure obviously the last thing on his mind. I notice the bulges in every pair of jeans in the room, and I know that they are aching for some pussy now. Surely though they will not fuck me. This was not a part of the deal. But then again, neither was fisting.
They pull out their dicks, and I suddenly feel threatened. I want object, to say that this was not a part of the deal, but my cunt also aches for some proper attention. There is a ticking deep in my cunt, one that eluded the five fingers that were just inside me. I yearn for them to be touched, yearn for this ticking to stop. When I am turned over and my breasts touch the surface of the table, I am suddenly really nervous. I distinctly said no anal.
Two hands are suddenly on my ass-cheeks, parting them. A blob of spit warms and then cools my asshole. Then another blob and I am sure that at any moment now my ass will be invaded. A single finger makes its way inside me, and I hold my breath. I try to hold my breath long enough to pass out, but I can’t, breathing coming as naturally to me it seems as cumming should. But the latter seems to be the last thing on the mind of whoever is stuffing three fingers into my asshole now.
It burns, really burns, and I cannot take it. I try against the hands holding me down, but they keep me in place. Four fingers rip into my tight, tiny asshole, and I think I might lose consciousness. I don’t, unfortunately, and I am fully aware of the fingers being forced into me. More blobs of spit land on my asshole, and the fingers move easier and easier inside of me. Then the fifth finger starts to make an introduction, and I cannot believe that they will even try this. Another man comes up to me, demanding the fucking codes. But I cannot think right now, all my attention on the activity around my asshole.
All five fingers make their way into my tightness, and I think I might lose my mind. I shake my head violently, lifting my head and my breasts off the table. There is nothing else that I can think of though, nothing else that I can do to distract myself from this invas
ion. The whole fist settles inside my asshole and it is clenched. This feeling is similar to how I would imagine a flaming torpedo invading me, and I am certain that I do not like it. I try to object, but then the fist is moving inside me, half a circle this way, and half a circle that way.
Then it is pressed down, so hard that I think that the fist might make its way through my belly and onto the table. It is then pulled out, slowly, and my ass squeezes in on itself quickly. I feel like I might go to the bathroom right there and then, and as I start to think I might actually go, the fingers are making their way inside me again. Again the fist is stuffed into me, and again it is moving, downwards, upwards, around and around, and then out. I cannot think.
Fingers find my cunt. They are no longer asking me for the codes. I don’t think that I could remember any of them now anyway. The fingers inside my pussy are rough, violent almost. But they are a welcome distraction from what is happening on my ass. Over and over again my ass is ripped into, and over and over again it snaps shut when the fist is removed from it. But the fingers inside my cunt start to bring me towards an orgasm and the relief filters through my whole body.
Just before I cum though, the fingers are moved out of me, and I am left wanting. I hate this, and I actually think of begging them to fuck me. One of them pulls my face though, and he spits into it, before licking this spit off me. I don’t know what this means, and I am suddenly afraid. He laughs, spitting at me again, and then licking it off. Then he sticks his tongue in my mouth and moves it around, touching the surface of all my teeth with it. He breathes something about not wanting the codes anymore, not yet any way, and he pulls his mouth off mine.
Then he pulls me so that my head hands over the side of the table. The men come up to my head now, and they start to unzip their jeans. Then one of them shoves his erection into my mouth, and starts to fuck my mouth with such aggression that a tear rolls down my face. The stretch is incredible too, his cock thick and wet, and smelling of sweat. When he moves away from me, another sweaty cock is shoved into my mouth. I think I can taste the semen still on it from his precum. I have no choice but to suck on it.
I cannot see what is happening behind me, but one of the men must have climbed onto the table. I know this because his cock is forcing its way into my asshole, and the burning sensation returns. I try to focus on the cocks in my mouth, reminding myself how much I actually enjoy giving a guy a blowjob. I start to enjoy this too, giving their dicks as much attention as I can muster in my current position.
When one of them cums in my mouth, the other men laugh at this, laughing as much at him as at me. They high-five each other, and then another man comes up and shoves his dick into the semen that is already present in my mouth. I cannot even swallow it, because my head is facing down. I let the semen seep out of my mouth, and watch as it falls to the floor. Another man cums in my mouth, and again I watch this seed fall from my mouth to the floor.
A third guy comes to me and holds my head up. He sniffs around my mouth and then spits into it. I think of closing my mouth, but before I can he is spitting again into it. Then he suddenly pushes my head down on his dick, and moves my head up and down over his erection. I suck on his thickness, expecting him to cum, but he doesn’t. Instead, another man replaces the one who has just cum in my ass, and he is soon inserting a thicker, longer dick into my ass. It literally rips through my asshole, and I cannot believe that I took an entire fist just a moment earlier.
This thick cock tears my ass apart, and the burning sensation becomes a consistent one, and I really start to get comfortable with it. It actually starts to feel really good, and I find myself feeding my ass to this man who is ripping into it. When he cums, he keeps his dick inside me, and empties it out completely. I start to think that the codes are actually the last thing on these guys’ mind now. In fact, I am sure that they have found a new way to amuse themselves with me, one that will distract them for a while, knowing that I will give up the codes eventually.
I hear a crack come from somewhere behind me. I try to look back, and I can’t, the dick in my mouth keeping me occupied. Then the source of this cracking is presented to me. A side of the door has been ripped out, and the cane has been torn in two. He passes another half to another one of the guys in the room, and then they hit the inside of their palms. I cannot think what they are going to do with this, but I don’t have to wait long to find out what their intentions are.
When the guy in my ass lifts himself off me, the men who hold the canes come up to my thighs and butts, and bring the canes down on me. I scream, and this seems to motivate them to cane me even harder. They bring the canes down on me over and over again, harder and harder, and I eventually stop screaming, feeling the burn right through to my cunt. My belly even starts to burn, as the canes land on my back a few times before they make their way to my butt and thighs again.
Chapter 3
When the guy in my mouth cums I almost chock. His seed goes deep into my mouth and into my throat. He then holds my mouth shut on his cock. Then he waits for the guy in my ass to dismount, after which he turns me over onto my back again. He uses his finger to move some of the semen that is escaping from my mouth back into it. Then he holds my mouth open, and spits a huge blob of spit into my mouth.
He sticks his finger into my mouth and stirs this soup around inside it. I think that I might choke on it, as it starts to slide down my throat. I swallow it all, knowing that spitting it out will just see it land back on my face. He looks impressed, and he taps the side of my face with his palm, not really a slap. I am suddenly intrigued by my need for this man’s approval, and I try to think of a reason, any reason why this man’s approval in particular should matter to me.
Then he kisses my mouth, sticking his tongue into the remainder of this soup, and I wonder what he must taste like to himself. But there is no time for me to wonder this for too long, because I am turned on my side quickly, and I come face to face with another man. He is lying on the table with me now, and I wonder what the fuck could be on his mind. He smiles at me, and then turns onto his back, pushing me off the table almost. Then the other guys lift me off the table and place me cunt-down on this man.
My legs are parted, and he finds the inside of my cunt quickly. He thrusts deep into me, hard, and fills me completely. Then he holds me down on himself, planting his fingers on my hips. There is nowhere for me to go, and I am secured on to this man by his thick meat. I know that it will be pointless trying to move, or trying to fight this. I hope though that this is the time that I will be at least brought to an orgasm. The guy in my pussy doesn’t move though.
I think of moving myself on his cock, think of grinding my own way to climax. But there is something sinister hanging in the air now though; something that I cannot place my finger on, and fear once again surges through my belly. Then the guy in me thrusts up a few times, and then nothing. I wonder if this is the climax of their torture, the end of their efforts to extract the codes from me. Something says to me though that it is far from over, and this is just their way of taking a break.
Another man jumps on the table, and gets on top of me. I think that he might impale me through my ass again, and so I brace myself. But he doesn’t, instead joining his cock to the one already in my cunt. My pussy literally splits in two under the pressure, and when they start to thrust into me, my cunt feels like it is being pulled in every single direction on a compass. I try to breathe through my mouth, but this space is also quickly stuffed with two dicks, just the first half of these, and I am left with just my nose as the only way of getting oxygen to my lungs.
They fuck me like this for a very long time. It is so long in fact that I soon start to forget about the circumstances that have brought us all together here. I try to fight the orgasm brewing in my cunt too, not sure if they will let me cum this time. As I get closer and closer to orgasm though, I start to realize that they will not be able to stop themselves from thrusting in me, not before I have a massive climax.
He fucks me harder than any of his predecessors in my ass do, edging himself closer and closer to a second orgasm. The guy in my pussy thrust upwards too, really going at it now with renewed verve. I am fucked in tandem now, pulled up through my ass, pushed down into my ass, pushed up through my cunt and then lifted almost off the dick that I am essentially riding. This is an intense sensation, one that leaves me unable to focus on the dicks in my mouth. I just close my eyes and let the guys fucking my mouth in turn do as they will. My focus is completely on my cunt and ass now.