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A few hours later, having been passed around time and time again, you find yourself tied to a St. Andrews cross. Your arms and legs fastened to the frame and a vibrator pressed firmly against your clit.
You can’t tell what way is up nor down, your pulse booming in your ears and an unshakable brain fog stopping your chances of guessing whose lips are on yours, whose pussy grinding on your thigh, whose cock ramming inside you. Which of them are rubbing themselves against your many body parts, your feet, your hands, even the crook of your elbows.
All you know is that you’re being used by every single one of them, all taking their pleasure in turns, fucking your holes and deep throating you in a much more brutal way now that all pretence of civility has been dropped. You have lost count of just how many loads of cum you’ve received, you can feel it running down your legs, your chin, your hair... you are a complete mess of bodily fluids. The vibrations against your clit are ripping one orgasm after another out of you, not giving you more than a couple of seconds in between, certainly not enough to avoid the intense jolts of almost unbearable overstimulation. Are you screaming? Crying? Possibly, it’s hard to tell anymore. All you know is that you’re about to lose the last shreds of your sanity if you’re not allowed to cum... yet again.