Last Chance

"Come on you fuck," she screamed, "fuck me like you mean it."

Wayne lost control and began wildly bucking against her, slamming into her hard enough to fill the room with loud slapping noises. They found the same rhythm, their breathing growing heavier and heavier with each breath, their bodies moving together. They both screamed at the same time, Wayne cumming deep inside her and Karen obliterated by the best orgasm yet.

Karen was senseless on the bed.

"Looks like we got to wait," Henry said with regret, looking at Tom who was ready for action again and Brad.

"Why," Brad shot back with glee. "She said anything we want. She's got three openings and we got three hungry cocks. Roll her over."

Six hands rolled over her smiling, limp form. Henry squirmed under her, allowing her weight to press on him for a moment. He moved up until he found the slippery opening dripping white foam. He bucked his hips and easily slid into her. The sensation shot up her body. Her head jerked forward and a scream of pleasure was about to escape her lips when Tom's thick cock plugging into it silenced her. She gagged on it, then accepted it down her throat again.

Brad climbed between Henry's closed legs and Karen's open ones. He watched as the ass and asshole spread open and closed with each of the two men's thrusts. He leaned in and pressed his cock against the tiny opening. Her body, pushed back by Tom's heavy thrusts, impaled itself on his cock. He felt the head slid in with an almost audible pop. Brad leaned in and felt the heavy feeling of Henry's cock sliding in and out of her. Guttural grunts escaped her stuffed throat.

Henry slid out and Brad took advantage by pressing further, feeling the cock expand the asshole and slid deeper. Karen's body was rocked and moved by their quickening thrusts. Henry sliding out, Brad pushing deeper. Brad pulling out until only the head was still in and Henry quickly sliding into the available space. Tom, turned on by the reality of the three way quickly shot another heavy load into Karen's mouth. He pulled out and collapsed beside the bed. Brad felt Henry's body tense and tighten, his cock leap as the first of many thick streams of cum flew out of his cock. After a few moments of convulsing and milking his aching cock, he slid out of her pussy.

Brad pressed her body down on the bed, spreading her legs wider and fully pushing his cock all the way up her ass. He started moving with more passion, each motion bringing the heavy sensation from his balls to his cock. He moved faster and faster, finally ramming home, his ears oblivious to the convulsing grunts from Karen. He pushed deep, sinking in until his public hair was pressed against her ass, and shot his load deep into her.

He shuddered for a moment, enjoyed the sensation, and slowly slid out of her. Karen collapsed on the bed, exhausted and taken.

She didn't know if she fell asleep of if she was dreaming. She felt light and feather like. But there was still the ache inside her, still the desire.

Brad motioned with his head towards the door. The men slowly started to file out of the room, leaving the sweaty form sleeping on the bed. The men sat or stood around the room, all trying to catch their breath and let the odd new sensations run through their body. Henry packed a bowl and they silently passed it around the room, occasionally trading comments about how lucky Brad was and what a good cock sucker Karen was.

Brad took the pipe and walked back in the room, immediately becoming overwhelmed by the smells of sex. He walked in until he hovered above the sleeping form of Karen. Her eyes slowly opened a slit and a warm smile spread across her face.

"How's it going honey?" he asked as he leaned down and offered her the pipe. She raised her head and took a long, slow hit off it.

"I never thought I could come like that. My god, Dwight and that fat cock of his. And when you three were all inside of me, it felt like I was cumming the entire time. I can't wait to have Tom's big cock in my pussy. I just never knew..." she said, her words trailing off to a look in her eyes.

"You want some more?" Brad asked, meaning the pot.

She sat up more in bed, the fire coming back to her eyes as the last remnants of the sleep slipped off her.

"You know I want more. The entire time I laying in here, I've felt cum dripping out of my pussy and ass. It's been running down my thighs and making a mess of the bed. I need to be filled up again."

"And who are we to not fulfill the bride's wish," Tom said, opening the door and walking into the room. He had taken all of his clothes off and walked in naked, his cock at full attention again. The others filed into the room as Brad rolled off the side and Tom mounted the bed, wrapped his arms around Karen's knees and spread her wide. The room saw the slit open wide, the white cream oozing out. Tom moved forward. He grabbed his cock by the base and pushed the head against the opening. He moved it up and down, the pussy making a wet smacking noise with each motion. Karen's eyes rolled into the back of her head as her body collapsed back onto the bed, preparing for another ride.

"So fucking wet," he muttered as me moved into her. He started slowly but Karen's quick response forced him to start pounding wildly. Her hips thrust and thrashed about, her entire body rocking the bed hard enough to knock into the wall. Her arms reached up and grasped the bead boards, her breasts swaying in wide circles. Tom started pounding harder and harder, their cries intermingling until his ass pushed hard enough for Karen to scoot up the bed and crash her head against the headboard. Their collective scream of orgasm filled the room for a moment. He rolled off her, still muttering something under his breath as his eyes stared with disbelief at his still erect cock.

Wayne moved in next. He too hooked her knees but instead of spreading her wide he pushed them up until her ankles were near her neck.

"That's right stud," she growled from below him as he moved into position," you know just how to fuck a woman, just how to get that big cock all the way into the pussy. Come on you fuck, stick it in, come on..."

Her voice stopped and her breathing hitched as Wayne pushed forward, filling her again.

"Come on, all the way in," she started grunting as his hips rocked against her. "That's right, stretch me wider than I already am, come on and fuck me you fuck, oh fuck, fuck..."

Her voice became an insane mantra of obscenities and grunts. Wayne didn't last long against her. His thrusts were desperate and necessary, his body attempting to fuck the ravenous lust demon out of his body. He threw himself into her and shouted as he came.

Wayne was just starting to slid off her when Dwight and Henry both approached the bed with a wicked gleam in their eyes.

"We like it when you talk like that," Henry said, eyeing Dwight who was stroking his thick cock. "We want to hear what you have to say when you've got two cocks inside you."

Karen, without asking or pausing, moved until she was on all fours on the bed.

"Who wants what?" she asked, wiggling her tight little ass in the air. She spread her legs wide, opening up both oozing holes.

Henry pushed Dwight forward. He crawled onto the bed and lay down on his back. Karen swung her leg over him so her dripping pussy hung inches above his bobbing cock.

"Got a taste of the pussy, now I want something else," Henry spit out as he crawled on the bed. "Allow me," he said in a mock gentleman voice.

He ran his down Karen's back, stopping for a moment to squeeze and pinch her still wiggling ass, and then dropped it down to Dwight's cock. His fist enclosed the throbbing member, Dwight's pleased, surprised groan cut through any other noise. The fist pumped up and down, playing and toying with the member.

"Please," Dwight panted, "just put it in! Stop teasing me!"

"Oh you want in?" Henry asked in a sarcastic voice. He dropped down to his haunches, pulled the cock until it poked out from under Karen's legs, and swallowed it all in his mouth. It just disappeared, the throat opening without resistance, the gag reflex long since abolished. His head started frantically moving up and down the cock, Dwight's body writing on the bed helpless against the pleasure. Karen's own body, picking up the contact lust and pleasure, started grinding her all onto the top of Henry's head, desperate for any sort of friction.

Henry pulled his head up and the cock popped out, a thin trail of cum running from the tip to his bottom lip.

"Now you are ready," he said as he pushed the cock towards Karen's open pussy. She immediately groaned and started grinding against it. "That's it, take it all," Henry said as he found the position and watched from inches away as Dwight's cock disappeared deep inside Karen.

"Oh you mother fucker," Karen said as she started the slow grind against the cock. It easily slid in and out, each thrust making his cock glisten more.

"That's right baby, love that cock," Henry cooed and he moved up until he was flat against her back. "You ready for more cock in your ass?"

"Yes," Karen screamed. Henry's fist reached down. He seemed to fumble for a moment, then Karen's eyes popped wide open, her mouth forming a perfect O in an unheard scream. Henry pressed harder against her, sliding his long tool all he way in.

"Now tell me what it feels like," Henry panted in her ear. "Tell me what it feels like to have two cocks inside you, tell me what it feels like to have a cock up your ass. Come on, tell us all!"

"Fuck my asshole you fuck! Slide that cock in and out, come on, and stretch me! Oh yes, fill me up! Oh god... Uhnnnn... " Her hips rocked back and forth over the two cocks. "I'm so fucking dirty, I'm such a dirty little girl with two big cocks in me, with all these men fucking me. Come on, fuck me."

Both men lost control at her litany. They began bucking and fucking for all it was worth, their bodies flopping and flailing around in boundless ecstasy. At once they both had their own silent screams, their bodies emptying more fluid into hers.

Her tight holes contracted, forcing both men out. They both fell off the bed, exhausted and satisfied.

Brad moved up to the bed. He paused for a moment and turned towards the others. They all thought he was going to finish out the gang bang. Instead he stopped, turned, and shot them all a crazier smile. It was a new lust, a new idea spreading over his face. He knelt down, whispered something in her ear, and she slowly raised her head. He reached across the bed and pulled something out of the top drawer on the nightstand. It was a clear vial of liquid. He uncapped it, held it at her lips and slowly tilted it up as she opened her mouth. The liquid spilled in. She coughed against it for a moment but continued to swallow until it was all gone.

He watched closely for a moment, trying to ascertain if it had been a mistake to mix the two roots. Her body seemed to relax, her head fell back and she slipped away. Her chest continued moving up and down in a steady rhythm.

"What are you doing?" Wayne asked, regaining enough of his composure to be aware of his surroundings.

"I'm starting the second act," he said with a sly grin. He stood up and looked all the others in the eye. "You're probably thinking this is the best bachelor party that ever happened. But this is just the beginning. We still have another."

As his words ended, he quickly leapt across the room, threw the closet door open and reached inside. The men were all shocked when a high pitched squeal of surprise rang out.

*****

Christiana had been on the verge of cumming since the door had first open and she saw Karen being hauled in by the five men. Her fingers had quickly pulled up the skirt of her dress and yanked down her panties. She was bent at the waist, her ass pressing hard against the back wall of the closet. She moved in circular rhythms, pushing her pussy and clit up against her squirming fingers.

She let it linger throughout it all. The triple penetration had nearly sent her over the edge into a screaming orgasm but she had continued to hold off. But it was the sight of the two cocks, hearing Karen's voice full of lust and passion screaming obscenities at the room that finally pushed her over the edge. She felt unable to control her hand as it rubbed harder and harder against the clit, knowing she was blowing past the point of stopping. inside the closet she could hear the sucking, slurping sound of her fingers playing with her pussy. Her eyes squeezed shut as the orgasm ripped through her, blinding her to the world.

Her reeling mind was just beginning to come back down from the orgasm when the hands were upon her. She cried out as she was yanked out of the closet and into the room. Her first impression was the feeling of suddenly finding yourself in the lion's den. Nothing protecting her, nothing hiding her full form from the room of nude men. Strong arms wrapped around her waist, pinning her arms against her sides. Instinctively she started thrashing about, pushing and pulling, trying to claw her way out.

"Put me down you bastard!" She heard herself scream in a frenzy.

She was greeted only with laughter. She more she struggled, the more the laughter came as if she were simply a child trying to squirm out of the high chair. Finally she let her body go limp, surrendering to the stronger power.

"This my friends," Brad said, addressing the men in the room, "is Christiana, my partner in crime and one of the enablers of this fine evening. However, she is also predictable and greedy."

"Put me down now!" She tried to demand, tried to find the pitch and tone to convey her seriousness. Instead a weak sounding voice came out, a distant one demanding that which it had no right to.

"Very hot," she heard one of them say, the one with the construction muscles and sandy blonde hair. Her eyes went to look at him, accuse him. She stared straight into his eyes. He dared her for a moment, dared her to look at him standing so unselfconsciously nude before her, his long prick standing straight at attention.

"Fucking right," another said, stepping forward, his hand falling on his hard cock and gently stroking it.

"This wasn't part of the fucking deal," she hissed at Brad.

"But it was part of the plan my dear," he cooed back. He raised his eyes and stared at the advancing man. "All things in good time. Wayne, reach into that drawer and hand me the bottle in there."

The one named Wayne, the stocky short man with the thickest penis did as he was told. He delivered the bottle to Brad's outstretched hand. He had no problem controlling Chris with only one arm.

"Now open wide little girl, and take your medicine," he said as he popped the top off and brought the bottle towards her lips.

She pressed her lips closed, refusing to move an inch. Brad laughter slightly as he reached up and pinched her nose. After only a few seconds, her mouth gapped open drawing in a long breath. Along with it the potion went sliding down her throat.

As soon as it touched her tongue, she swore she felt something different about herself, something seeming to shift. The arm around her loosened but all thoughts of flight had disappeared. A hand moved in, Brad's large hand and strong fingers moved in and squeezed her large breast through her dress. She couldn't help but swoon as her legs turned to jelly beneath her.

"You see dear, I know everything," he whispered right into her ear. "I know what you are going to do before you even think it. I knew you couldn't help but see it, the magnificent present I gave to my wife. I knew you'd be hiding somewhere in this house, watching her get gang banged by all those cocks, filled up with all that cum."

Chris's eyes started to float shut, then opened wide for a moment when shut again. Her body went more limp, now dangling from his arm almost like a rag doll.

"I knew you would be here, so I added something to my plans. I added a slave."

At the word slave, her eyes snapped shut and her body collapsed.

"What the hell is going on here? Did you kill her?"

"Hardly not, but it does give us a nice little intermission until the next part of the show. If you don't want to stick around, I'll understand," he added. He cast his eyes over the circle of men. All shuffled and swayed for a moment but none moved, each one still too horny and curious about the next phase.

"So what is that stuff?" Tom asked, nodding towards the bottle that had knocked Chris and Karen out.

"Just a little something I picked up in the Amazon," he said with a smile.

In fact, the last thing he picked up in the Amazon. It was the root they had used on the final night he was there, the final night where he lost his mind and actually saw the face of god. Its complexity was impossible to crack with his devices and machines at the lab. All he really knew was the effect it had had on the final cluster of women who came to him on the final night. All he knew was the evidence of what he saw.

And he smiled because he was going to see it again.

"Come on, help me get them ready," he said as he leaned over to pick up the immobile form of Christiana.

5

Consciousness finally came to her.

She could almost see it through the haze, almost hear it above the soothing roar of empty space. But she had pressed on, forcing herself not to loose sight of the light somewhere out there. Then it all came back to her with a painful slowness.

First it came with the memory that she had a body. The sensation of breath, flesh, skin. Her skin. With the memory of the body came the feeling of desire. Before her eyes could even open, she felt the wave overcoming her. Her breathing slowly shuddered as she experimented with the sensations running up and down her body. The flesh yearning to be touched, the sex splayed open and dripping down her thighs, and electric bubble that surrounded her. As her eyes open, the near irresistibly impulse to thrust her hands over her breasts and down between her legs. Her eyes opened and she tried to pull them down. The same moment she realized she was staring at a ceiling was the same moment she felt the resistance pull against her wrists.

Her head flew back, seeing her arms pinned down high above her. She pulled again, now seeing the leather restraints against her wrists. Her head shot up, her eyes wildly looking around for some explanation, something to hold onto other than the slowly tingling sensation of being bound. She saw her legs were wrapped in the same kind of leather restraints, only between them was a long black bar that held her legs spread wide. Her body had been stripped to her lace panties and push up bra. The chilled air around her, such a new sensation after the long heat wave, tickled and tricked her skin. She moved against it, slightly sighing as the air caressed her.

She recognized she was in a room. A barren room with only one small light source directly above her. She was strapped to some kind of table. The gloom moved and swirled all around her, a hallucination or are there people out there she feverishly thought to herself. Are their eyes watching me now, hungry eyes tearing through the thin layer of clothing that protects me?

She attempted to push her legs together, testing the restraints of her bonds. The push of her muscle ran up her legs, quickly flashing through her thighs then pulsing into her quivering vagina. A short gasp escaped her lips as she realized the situation. Her eyes darted around her, looking for something to establish where she was, what was happening. All she could make out was the thin vision of cement walls through the murky blackness. She was helpless. Just as the thought was starting to fully dawn upon her, sending rapid vibrations of pleasure up and down her body, a voice smashed through it.