Nightmares Of Ecstacy | 18+

The Gang's Plaything II

My body burned, every inch of me screamed in exhaustion. Even breathing felt like a chore, and I couldn’t feel most of my limbs.

Maybe that was for the best.

Last night...just the thought sent a shiver down my spine. Kane had left me sprawled on the floor, his cum dripping out of me, my body used up and discarded like trash. And then he whistled for the boys. The sound still echoed in my ears.

They'd come at me like a pack of starved animals, ready to tear into me. No part of me was left untouched. Every hole was taken, used, and abused until I was drenched in their cum, inside and out.

I groaned at the familiar, unwelcomed sensation, tingling from last night’s assault. I tried to move, but my body was so weak, barely responding.

Then, I felt something sharp and wet, a sudden bite on my clit. "Fuck—" I gasped, eyes flying open in pain and shock.

I looked down to find Kane between my legs, his mouth sucking and biting at my swollen clit like it was nothing. He licked me, his tongue cruelly teasing the tender flesh, like he owned every inch of me.

A raw groan ripped from my throat as my body jerked involuntarily. That’s when I realized my hands were tied to the bed frame, the rough rope burnt into my wrists with every twitch I made.

Kane's smirk was visible even through his messy hair as he looked up at me. "Morning, bitch," he muttered. "Didn’t think you’d be awake so soon."

I tried to pull my legs together, but he slapped them apart, hard. "Don’t fucking move unless I tell you to."

The harsh slap of his hand against my thigh made me wince making me feel more humiliated and even more exposed. "You thought last night was bad? You ain’t seen nothing yet," he growled. He leaned down, sucking my clit into his mouth while his fingers dug painfully into my thighs, keeping me spread wide for him.

I could barely keep my eyes open. "Please, Kane..." The words came out as a weak plea, though I wasn’t even sure what I was begging for. But I was sure none of that mattered to him.

"Please what? You want me to stop?" He laughed, pulling his mouth away and staring at me with that same sick grin. "After all that? Nah, I think you want more. You fucking love it."

" So, don’t worry, sweetheart. We ain’t even close to done with you."

Kane’s mouth was ruthless, sucking my clit like he owned it. My body was twitching uncontrollably, and I couldn’t stop it. He slapped my ass, harder this time, and I yelped.

"Yeah, you fucking like that, don’t you?" he growled, biting down on my clit until I gasped. "Your pussy’s dripping, soaking my face. You can act like you hate it all you want, but your body’s a fucking slut for this."

His tongue slid back inside me, twisting and pushing deeper while my whole body spasmed. "Fuck," I whimpered, trying to twist away, but his grip on my hips was iron.

"Where do you think you're going, huh?" He yanked my hips down harder, keeping me in place. "You ain't going anywhere 'til I’m done with you."

I was panting, trembling, trying to get a grip on myself, but it was useless. His words were disgusting, degrading, and my body was loving every second of it. I clenched down around his tongue and he chuckled against my pussy. "There it is. See, you love this shit, don’t you?" He pulled back just enough to slap my pussy, making me jerk. "You’re nothing but a fucktoy, and you’re gonna take everything I give you."

I was soaking wet, dripping all over the dirty sheets of that beat up bed while Kane's mouth devoured me. My body wouldn’t stop shaking, and I was trying to hold back the moans, but it was useless. His tongue was too damn good, flicking and pushing inside me like he was hungry for it.