Playtoy Maid for the Billionaires’ Group pt4

Sweat-slicked skin slapped together, the room reeking of musk and sex. Their hands bruised my flesh, bites left welts, slaps turned my skin fiery red. Finally, after what felt like hours of repeated pounding, they came—hot spurts filling my mouth and pussy, dripping down my thighs as I collapsed, utterly spent.

I rested for a good while. Three full days of nothing but recovery. The lady in charge made sure I had hearty meals—steaming bowls of rice and meat, fresh fruits bursting with juice—and all the water I could drink. She even brought clean clothes, soft blankets, and let me soak in a tub until my muscles unclenched. My body mended, the soreness fading to a dull ache, my pussy healing from the brutal stretching. For once, I felt human again, almost forgetting the cage I was in.

But on the fourth day, it all shattered.

The door swung open mid-morning, and two guards—faceless brutes in black uniforms—dragged me from the bed. My protests died in my throat as they clamped cold steel cuffs around my wrists, chaining them to a metal ring bolted high on the wall. My arms stretched above my head, forcing my body into an arched display, toes barely scraping the floor. They stripped me bare, my tits heaving with each panicked breath, nipples hardening in the chill air. Then they shoved me toward a low bench in the corner, bending me over it so my ass jutted out, legs spread wide by ankle restraints hooked to the floor.

A screen flickered to life on the wall in front of me, inches from my face. The volume cranked up, filling the room with moans and wet slaps. It was porn—hardcore, pussy-breaking filth. A woman on screen writhed under a massive cock, her hole gaping as it hammered in and out, juices squirting with every thrust. She screamed in ecstasy, begging for more destruction, her folds swollen and red from the relentless pounding.

I couldn't look away. They must have drugged the air or something; my eyes locked on the screen, heart racing as the scene unfolded. The woman's pussy clenched around the invading shaft, cum leaking out in thick ropes, only for another man to dive in and wreck her further.

Footsteps behind me. Heavy, deliberate. A man—tall, muscled, with a shaved head and a cruel smirk—stepped into view in my peripheral vision. He was naked, his cock already rock-hard, thick and veined, curving upward like a weapon. But he didn't touch it. Instead, he dropped to his knees behind me, his hot breath ghosting over my exposed ass.

"Watch the screen, slut," he growled, voice like gravel. "See how that whore gets her cunt ruined? That's what you're craving, isn't it?"

Before I could answer, his hands gripped my cheeks, spreading them wide. His tongue lashed out, flat and rough, dragging up my slit in one long, filthy lick. I gasped, body jerking against the chains. He sucked my pussy lips into his mouth, tugging hard, teeth grazing the tender flesh. Wet slurps echoed, mixing with the p**n's cries. His tongue plunged inside me, fucking my hole with quick, darting thrusts, lapping up the fresh slickness that betrayed my arousal.

"Oh god," I whimpered, thighs quivering. The screen showed the woman now taking two cocks at once, one stretching her pussy while another reamed her ass. My clit throbbed in response, aching as his mouth worked me over.

He pulled back just enough to spit on my folds, the warm glob sliding down to my asshole. Then he dove in again, sucking my clit between his lips, nibbling until I bucked. Pleasure coiled tight in my belly, but the chains held me immobile, heightening the frustration. I wanted to grind back, to chase the release, but I couldn't move an inch.

"Please..." The word slipped out, weak and needy.

He chuckled against my skin, the vibration sending sparks through me. Rising up, he pressed his body flush to mine, his cock nestling hot and heavy between my ass cheeks—but not entering. Not yet. His hands roamed up, cupping my tits from behind, squeezing the soft mounds roughly. Fingers pinched my nipples, twisting until I cried out.

"Beg louder, bitch. Tell me how bad your slutty hole needs filling."

On screen, the woman was screaming now, her pussy convulsing around a fist-deep plunge, squirting everywhere. My own juices dripped down my legs, pussy clenching emptily. His mouth latched onto my neck, biting down hard enough to mark, then trailed lower. He spun me slightly—chains rattling—to get better access, his lips closing around one nipple.

He sucked hard, tongue swirling over the peak, teeth scraping as he pulled it deep into his mouth. The wet pop when he released it made me moan, a slutty sound I couldn't hold back. He lavished the other breast next, sucking and biting, leaving red welts across my chest. Saliva glistened on my skin, dripping down my stomach as he feasted.

"Fuck, your tits are perfect for this," he muttered, voice muffled against my flesh. One hand slid down, fingers circling my clit but never dipping inside. Teasing. Tormenting.

I watched the p**n woman get face-fucked now, her throat bulging around a cock while another slapped her dripping pussy. Tears welled in my eyes, mirroring her desperation. "Please, sir... suck my pussy more. I need your tongue inside me. Make me cum like that whore."

He laughed, shoving me forward so my face nearly pressed to the screen. Dropping low again, he buried his face in my crotch, tongue-fucking my hole with sloppy, obscene sounds. He ate me out like a starving man, lips smacking, chin soaked with my arousal. But every time I got close—hips straining futilely— he'd pull away, blowing cool air on my swollen clit.

"Not yet. Beg for my cock first. Cry for it, you dirty cumslut."

Frustration boiled over. I yanked at the chains, the metal biting my wrists. "Please! Fuck my pussy! It's so empty, aching for your big dick. Ram it in, break me like her! I can't take it—suck my tits again, bite them, anything! Just fill me up!"

He stood, grabbing my hair and yanking my head back. His cock slapped my cheek, pre-cum smearing across my lips. "Open wide."

I did, mouth watering despite myself. He thrust in, stretching my jaw, the salty taste flooding my senses. He face-fucked me slow at first, then harder, balls tapping my chin with each plunge. Gagging, drool spilling down my chin onto my heaving tits. The screen blared on—a gangbang now, pussies overflowing with cum.

He pulled out abruptly, strings of spit connecting us, and dropped to suck my boobs again. His mouth ravaged them, sucking one nipple while pinching the other, teeth leaving sharp stings. My pussy wept, untouched now, clenching around nothing.

"Cry for it," he demanded, fingers finally teasing my entrance but stopping short.

Tears streamed down my face, mixing with the drool. "I'm begging you! Please, sir, shove your cock in my slutty pussy! It's dripping for you—fuck me raw, make me squirt like that bitch on screen! I need it so bad, I'll do anything! Suck me, slap me, just penetrate me! Ahh, please... don't make me wait!"

He grinned, his cock throbbing against my thigh, so close to where I burned for him. But he held back, circling my clit with a finger, building me to the edge once more. The denial was exquisite torture, my body a live wire of slutty desperation, every nerve screaming for release.

"Louder, whore. Make me believe you want this destruction."

My sobs echoed with the p**n's moans, begging turning to frantic pleas as he continued the assault—tongue on my tits, lips on my pussy, cock teasing my mouth—but never giving me what I craved most.