10. Masked Men

"Your gaping hole is a vision."

The man in the green mask pulled the cable tied to the collar around Tallulah's neck. Her body jerked forward, bumping into his stomach. One hand held her tight to him, and the other pulled his pants down.

His penis was thinner and longer than the rest in juxtaposition to his short and wide body. He tapped her lips with the tip, leaving a hint of his saltiness on her.

"Open up. Suck me deep and keep it sweet."

Something inside Tallulah snapped. Her desire to resist could no longer be found. Knowing that Lucien didn't come for her when she needed him the most broke her. Subservience was the only way through. Maybe they would grant her wish of death afterward.

As the cock slipped further into her mouth, she swirled her tongue against the pulsating veins. Letting herself go was freeing. She could even say pleasant.

After facing her deepest fears, she was now willing to allow herself to fulfill one of her darkest fantasies by allowing anonymous strangers to take her in dirty and depraved ways. Why had she resisted them so long?

Soft humming met her ears. It took Tallulah a minute to realize that it was her wanton purring. The man before her swept her hair aside. She looked up at the neon colors and wondered what color his eyes were.

He thrust his hips and held her there as she attempted to swallow to ease the gagging sensation. It only succeeded in allowing him to slip further into her throat until her nose hit his abdomen.

"Good little mouse."

His praise sent a jolt of pleasure to Tallulah's core, stoking a fire in her belly. He withdrew and laid down on the concrete. She was captivated by the slow, confident way he stroked himself.

"We're waiting to play," someone said as they shoved her from behind. "Sit on him."

Slut… Whore… Mouse…They reinforced that she was no longer Tallulah Daniels. She wasn't a person; she was their plaything. This was the point of no return.

There was no preamble, no foreplay. Two men helped Tallulah settle reverse cowgirl on the man's lap. She slowly sank onto him. The difference in the size of his penis to the pierced one that claimed her virgin ass first was staggering. He was thinner and able to push through her relaxed ring with less resistance, but his length impaled her.

"Lean back," he said, wrapping his arms around her chest.

With her feet planted on the ground and her back against the chest of the man beneath her, the remainder of Tallulah's body was fully exposed. Tallulah felt embarrassed as she saw four other men, naked except for their masks, which had changed again.

They were all in masquerade masks like her prince wore. Tallulah was disappointed that Lucien wasn't among them, while at the same time thankful he didn't see her being fucked by the other men.

The only one she recognized was the man with the pierced cock. He wore a golden metal wolf-like mask. He had been the first to take her mouth, then her ass. He was clearly the leader of this gang, as they all waited for his order.

His penis wasn't the only part of him that was decorated with metal. His nipples were pierced with horizontal bars, and both his nostrils and septum had silver hoops.

He flicked his studded tongue before spitting onto Tallulah's bare mound. He spread the warm saliva between her folds with the fat head of his cock.

"Moan for me," his hoarse voice said.

Tallulah didn't need to fake it as he ground against her clit before pushing inside her with a single stroke. The men stole her breath as she was stretched and filled. The man in her ass remained still while the one in her pussy moved in and out. He rubbed against the thin barrier separating the two of them, and amazing wasn't enough to describe how sensitive and raw the experience was.

The metal ridges on his penis rubbed against her secret spot, making her hornier than she'd ever felt. Tallulah moved her hips to meet his as they grew hotter. She squirmed and whimpered as he pounded in and out of her pussy.

"Will one of you assholes shut her the fuck up?" he growled.

He wrapped his hand around her throat and shoved three fingers into her mouth in punishment. He snapped his hips faster, owning her completely. Still, Tallulah found enjoyment in the act. The man beneath her pinched her nipples, which had become pouty from lack of attention. Her moans grew louder despite their efforts to kowtow her.

A man wearing a black and gold Venetian jolly mask that jingled as he moved thrust his meaty cock in her face. Another man in a black and silver horn-rimmed warrior mask looked like a supervillain as he approached, grabbed her hair, and stuck his cut dick against her cheek.

They took turns fucking her mouth. Left and right, her head bobbed. The jolly man moved hard and fast, while the warrior was slower, but no less harsh.

The leader of the men grunted and thrust deep, searing her insides with his hot seed. He humped against her hips, once… twice… and pulled out.

"Have at her, boys," he said.

He was replaced by the last man that she couldn't see. At that point, it didn't matter anymore. Tallulah fell into a deep well of pleasure thriving to escape as she gave herself over to their desires.

"Come for me, slut," the man commanded as he pinched her clit.

The overload of sensation hit her at once. Hands and cocks moved in tandem to use her for their pleasure, but granting her release was a gift. She became hyperaware of her lust boiling until white heat exploded within her.

Her core tightened and spasmed around the cocks in her ass and pussy. She lost the rhythm around the man in her mouth. Control was theirs, and ecstasy held her hostage.

Did it last seconds, days, years? The men took turns like she was the merry-go-round they had been riding.

"Please… please…" she begged.

"You want our cum, slut? We'll bathe you in it."

She didn't want it. She needed it.