Chapter 4 - Kidnapped and Wet

I thought my eyes were open, but they still looked dark. More like a soft cloth wrapped around the surface of the skin around the eyes.

My lips were unable to speak. Rigid with a sticky substance covering my mouth. My back greeted a soft, cushiony place that certainly couldn't be as cheap as my mattress.

Only air conditioning caresses the surface of my skin. It was getting colder as footsteps sounded along with the damn jokes of the approaching heavy voices.

I moved around, making sure nothing was wrong other than the stringy noose around my wrists. Probably tied firmly above the head if you feel the friction of the skin of the arm still wrapped in the uniform sleeve beside the face.

Fix, this is kidnapping.

"Our bitch is awake!"

Us?

That means there's more than one person in the room who thinks they own me. Just thinking about it brings up a different kind of turmoil.

Wait. I just like being a spectacle. Not being fondled.

The touch of rough fingers rubbed against my cooling right calf. Someone seems to have uncovered my long skirt.

The laughter that erupted all around confirmed several different voices. Shit!

My shoes and socks seemed to be released from under the noose. Afterward, there was the sound of things falling.

Of course I was surprised. Moreover, the air conditioner was freezing.

My mouthpiece felt pulled. It was as if the points were throbbing. However, not for long. I was unable to scream.

The man - I guessed from the distinct smell of iron - slipped something in my mouth before silencing it again. There was no choice to spit it out. My tongue reflexively welcomed it in the sweet-sour taste of strawberries that melted in an instant.

What is this?

No, it's not. No, it's not. Don't tell me this is the thing that guys always mention in messages to my account?

I shook my head vigorously, trying to resist the effects of the creeping heat as opposed to the air conditioning.

The noose on my legs felt loose as I tried to kick at whatever was there. I didn't want to break free, but there was a strange wave churning in my lower abdomen.

I feel both legs being gripped, pushed forcefully until they reach my groin. Warm breath was blowing there.

No!

My heart is beating fast, racing in chaotic seconds in my head. The wetness caresses, infiltrating the fabric covering there with the cold.

Shit! I want it!

The rough fingers played with the edges of the maze that might be exposed.

My body heats up against the cold of the room's humidity control. Demanding something I've never felt before.

The knots in my hands strengthen as I yank repeatedly.

Crazy!

The temptation down there made me want to explode. The wet moist object alternated with rough fingers. Slow strokes.

The wave of heat really came, flowing liquid that was immediately sucked up by the mouth that fondled it.

My back arched high, not caring about my pride as the pleasure took over. I wanted more than that.

"You're more delicious than you look," the voice said again. Her breath sounded ragged. More like a sigh as she pulled the fabric of her previous skirt up to her waist and off.

I couldn't make a sound. Only the air flowing through my chest kept rising and falling. The beat is getting crazier.

Another object rubbed against mine. Dry, but softer and pushing in every now and then.

"Narrow." The man's voice whispered softly in my ear. He was probably trying to penetrate a maze that no one had touched before.

It was intriguing when the front end fell silent once it was in.

My stomach was swept away by the blast of the air conditioner. Ah, the buttons of my shirt have been undone.

The hot breath travels through my stomach until it forcefully pushes down my breastplate. It didn't. She pulled it down, forcing it, leaving pain in the side of my ribs.

The sound of tearing confirms that the man is removing it from my body.

There was no further movement down there. However, the itch that overcomes my li'l forces my hips to move in an indeterminate direction.

I really felt like a bitch without knowing the culprit who caused my body not to resist his treatment.

I wanted to curse, but my silenced mouth only left an indistinct mumble in my ears.

Shit! Shit! Shit!

My chest puffs out just as the blowing reaches the peak that I usually play with my fingers. Without even touching, the gelenyar reaches the core of the body.

My hips thrust up even more, seeking deeper digs amongst the pain created.

He encapsulates both of my spongy bodies without holding the center that I'm sure is already sticking out taut. Squeezing with his rough hands delivered a sting to my head. Wanting to beg, "Do more of this, damn it!"

I asked him in my mind as long as my lips were sealed.

That wet moist thing is back on my body, just stroking the peak I've wanted since he started.

Meanwhile, my core was already wet. Probably flooded when it twitched. I wanted a much deeper pounding.

I feel sucked in by the suction of his rough squeeze. Even my hips are moving again, seeking even more powerful waves by wrapping my legs around his waist.

Ah, she is not fat. It is palpable from the thigh bones and the flesh that wraps around her hips.

"You want more pleasure? Reina?"

He said my name in a seductive whisper. Damn it, I nodded.

The wet moist object left a trail on the surface of my neck. Occasionally, it sucked hard before teasing the peak that always made my back arch up.

The ties on my wrists continued to pull every time I sought pleasure between the stillness of my opponent's hips.

I was carried away by his slow movements when he started. His sweat occasionally fell on my cheeks. The strong scent of iron and salt.

Small stings returned to my lips as the gag was released.

Not that I could scream.

The moist stuff pushed its way in, looking for an opponent. Strangely, I sucked hard on it, realizing the saliva was too sweet to swallow.

"Reina ...." Her panting breath caressed my face, but my tongue sought that sweet silence.

One stomp down, and I literally screamed. I can't describe the feeling of the first time. Between pain, tingling, and fullness.

He laughed, squeezing my chest again, tugging roughly on his peak while pounding my core slowly, surprisingly, and powerfully.

The cries from my lips always resulted in laughter for him. It's not just him. Some of the other men in the room laughed at me too.

"Fuck!" Finally the sound escaped my lips.

A slap landed hotly on my left cheek.

Did I cry?

No, I didn't.

My body was still writhing in heat.

"You want to know what a dog is?" The man's heavy voice stopped laughing.

He released the gag down there. It felt empty. I wanted it. Wanted to feel the enveloping warmth.

I turned my body over, face down on my knees. The bonds in my hands tugged until they reached a long, cold object. Probably the metal backrest. I held it firmly as the man applied heat from his calloused hands on the chunk of my right buttock.

"You wanna know how dogs are?"

He plugged mine again in one powerful stroke that made me squeal.

Not stopping, my lips were gagged with a fishy object that pushed all the way to the base of my tongue. The bubbling saltiness made me gag.

"Taste it!" said the perpetrator in front of me. His voice was much thinner than the previous man. The pounding is so fast that my teeth can't find a way to teach him a lesson, not even the nausea that fills my mouth.

I wanted to vomit.

The pounding on my core is ruthless. Pleasure and pain combine irresistibly. The twitches came back again. Mine gripped the object down there as tightly as I could until both knees buckled.

However, I was not allowed to lean back even a little.

The owner of the thing down there gripped my hips, giving both chunks of my ass a slap in turn. I don't know what kind of hue it left there.

"Ah, you're delicious, Reina." The man in front of me continued to rant. His insistence succeeded in making me literally gag without being able to let go.

He held my face, pressing both cheeks with the surface of a hand that was no less rough than the man below. The twitching in my oral cavity signaled his arrival.

The fishy, salty liquid mixed with the vomit I was unable to expel. Even worse, he pinched my nose, forcing me to swallow his actions.

"Good dog!" he exclaimed after he'd managed to fuck my mouth to exhaustion.

The man who was fucking my core pressed faster and faster, and I couldn't even count the number of times the warm liquid flooded my groin. All I knew was that his calloused hands were holding my shoulders as he fired warm blasts down there. The pressure surged up my back.

The footsteps of the man in front sounded distant, as did the gag beneath mine. He slipped out, leaving a void.

I was tired. However, the other traces approaching didn't care about my shaking.

"I want to try your too, Na."