“Are you being a good girl?” Manson’s voice was low in my ear, and I whimpered immediately, longing to know if he had his cock in his hand, if he was enjoying my sounds, if he was getting off to this.

“I’m being good,” I said, then gasped as Jason pressed against my entrance again. He pushed a finger inside, then a second one, getting me used to the stretch. “Oh my God, it’s so tight…fuck…”

“You’re okay, sshh, there’s my brave girl,” he said gently. “I know you’re scared, princess, I know. It’s going to hurt, but you want to be good, don’t you?” I nodded, as his words soothed me and his fingers pumped inside me. I did want to be good. I wanted to please him. I wanted to see the pleasure on his face when he buried his cock inside me. He kissed my mouth once, twice, and then again as he drew his fingers out of me. “Such a good girl. I knew you could do it. Deep breaths now, you’ll be okay.”

I recognized the slick sounds of one of them jerking off on the headset. Jason entered me, taking his time, opening me slowly. He twitched inside me as he encountered the vibrator, inhaling deeply and then letting it out with a groan.

“Please, aah…” I strained against my bindings as he shoved himself all the way in. He brought the rose back, pressing it against my clit as he thrust into me, and my brain utterly shattered. The noises I made, keening like an animal, only served to make the men listening in more excited.

“That’s it, take it, Jess.” Vincent’s voice was rushed and tight. I wished he was there, in the room with us, shoving his cock into my mouth so I had something to muffle my sounds.

“Let me hear those pretty screams.” Manson’s voice made me shiver, so thick with pleasure as he listened to me that I whimpered his name.

“Mm, do you like when Manson talks to you?” Jason said. He released my ankles from the cuffs and pressed my legs up to angle his cock even deeper inside me. Every thrust made me cry out, and I nodded brokenly at his question. “Do you like that he’s getting off on how pathetic you sound right now? Tell him how it feels, Jess.”

“It’s so tight,” I whimpered. “It hurts and feels so good and…and…fuck…Jason, please…”

Lucas’s voice was harsh as he demanded, “Come for us, girl.”

Jason groaned as I locked around him, reaching up to pin me by the throat. His hips jerked in short, rapid thrusts, slapping against my skin.

My voice was weak as his hand squeezed, baring his teeth the harder he fucked me. “Please, I can’t come again…”