hole with his fingers. She was walloped by the decadence of their actions. She’d given them command over her, to do as they wished, and she couldn’t stop them. She sobbed with mingled fear and lust.
Osopa crooned as he held his demon fingers to her clamoring sex, watching her avidly. “No hope of breaking free. Take it, my Matara. Surrender to it. Come for me.”
As if he’d opened the cage of a ravening beast, climax broke loose. It stampeded through Tina in molten streams, each brutal wave heralded by her strangled cries. The pleasure was ruthless in its savagery.
Twisting and gyrating, she fought to escape the ecstasy that bordered on pain. They followed her desperate lurches, forcing her to accept their cruel touch and endure every spasm that threatened to turn her inside out. She tried to tell them to stop, but what came out of her mouth was, “Yes! Yes! Yes!”
She had no idea if they kept her suspended in bliss for minutes or hours. When at last they released her, she hung from the cuffs moaning. Her pussy spasmed sporadically, trying to spend the residual excitement that rippled through her. She was physically gutted.
“A lovely start,” Osopa chuckled.
“I’d have liked to be inside her when that was happening,” Tukui growled.
“Then do so. You and Yorso at once while I play with her.”
“Our Nobek is a wise man.” Yorso moved behind Tina. “This is why I joined this clan.”
“Ouch. I had nothing to do with it, huh?” Tukui lifted Tina’s chin and kissed her. She noted he’d peeled his one-piece uniform down to the boots he wore. His cocks, livid and swollen, brushed the red swirls of her pubic hair.
“Of course you count. You have a great ass,” Yorso offered sweetly.
Tukui ignored him. “Ancestors, she’s so wet.”
Tina whimpered as he stroked her sex, which clenched in reaction to his attention. He kissed her deeply while positioning his front cock for the initial thrust. The cuffs held her open for him and at the perfect height.
She wasn’t sure she could handle more. She still trembled from the shattering climax Osopa had forced on her.
I have no choice. Her first coherent thought brought another involuntary spasm.
“That’s right,” Tukui breathed. “That sweet pussy wants me. I’m happy to obey.”
He thrust, making her take him all at once. It wasn’t difficult, due to their combined wetness, but Tina’s passage was engorged from orgasm. Thrilling pain eclipsed all sense, and a dizzying clap of elation suffused her.
He gave her no opportunity for recovery, drumming against her, driving into her. Her head tossed as she tried to find some means of withstanding the onslaught, animal noises escaping her throat. Pleasure was a relentless beat, battering her inside, growing heavy.
“Lean back a bit, my Dramok.” Osopa’s deep voice wove itself in her consciousness.
Without missing a rapid stroke, Tukui leaned away from her. He palmed her breasts as he watched his groin batter hers, gasping at the sight of himself disappearing inside her over and over.
Osopa reached between them, the glove humming. Tina tried to beg him not to, but all that came out was a desperate gurgle. He seized her clit.
She lost all comprehension of sight and sound. Feeling was all she knew; the constant friction of thickness moving in her, the ache of her breasts being kneaded, the sustained lightning thrumming through her.
Warmth pressed against her spine. Growing pressure against her rear entrance, the sensation of implacable invasion there. A word that made little sense floated through her head: Yorso.
Friction everywhere, lighting thousands of fires within that merged into a massive inferno. Tina was dimly aware of what fed the flames, of Tukui and Yorso thrusting into her pussy and ass, of Osopa’s insistent attention to her clit. But mostly she felt the heat, the churning, ruthless heat igniting a fuse toward explosion.
“Come for us,” someone said.
Violence heaved through her, a demolition that erased everything except the uncompromising pounding of cataclysm. If she screamed, she didn’t know it. Torn and scattered on the storms of rapture, Tina thought she’d disintegrated.
A second upheaval crashed through her. She was nowhere, but nowhere was a maelstrom of physical jubilation, beyond description, beyond the rational. Then the spikes eased, and she was herself again, riding blissful swells of delight as Yorso and Tukui lurched against her.
She watched Tukui’s face as he climaxed. His jaw tightened for an instant, then dropped open to emit cries. His gaze was unfocused, his expression euphoric as his cock throbbed in her pussy.
An instant