“Easy, brat. You have visitors. I want you on your best behavior.”
“Look at those pretty tits, the nipples so hard.”
Peter. Peter was in the room. She nearly choked.
“If you take out the gag, the opening’s large enough she can get her tongue through the air hole. She can tease your cock with it.” Jon, helpfully highlighting the features of the vacuum bed.
How long had they been here? She let out a strangled noise as a mouth touched her pussy, caressed her over the latex. Even with that thin barrier, the tongue and lips knew just how to work her up, get her wetter, make her whimper with the need to squirm against the erotic skill of that mouth.
“Nice. Slick and smooth, probably juicy as a peach on the inside. We need to open this up, let me smell her.”
Lucas.
“Damn, I didn’t realize the latex showed so much detail. It’s molded right to her cunt. You can see how erect her clit is.”
Unlike the others, he’d touched her intimately first, before speaking. His fingers trailed along her hip bone, over her pubic bone, a prominent mound. Her breath rasped through the tube. Pleasure, shock and thrilled amazement spiraled through her. He and Ben had chosen to address the elephant in the room head on. Lucas had just made it crystal clear he no longer saw her as a child. While Lucas would still be as protective as any of them, a guardian of her well-being, the shape of it had changed. She was Ben’s, and therefore belonged to them all, in a far more adult way. She might be the youngest of the group, but she was now one of the Knights’ women.
She’d never been so aroused in her life, so emotionally stirred up as she imagined them circling her, studying what they might do to her under Ben’s direction.
“Jon, can we open it up?” His authoritative voice cut into her spinning mind, riveting her on his deep timbre.
“Not a problem. See the seam here?” She shivered as a finger, probably Jon’s, traced her pussy. “Use a cutting tool to pop that seam, and it will stretch and seal around her cunt, just like her breasts. There’s a second vacuum tube inserted in this area specifically to increase the seal there, compensate for it.”
“Good. We’ll handle that in a minute. Peter, take care of her nipples first.”
“My pleasure.” What she assumed were Peter’s fingers took a gentle hold of one nipple, fondling it before he began unscrewing the ball of one of the barbells. Nipple piercings were sensitive, and she was literally helpless, completely immobilized, so she couldn’t help some trepidation. Four men surrounding her, acting—as Ben said—as if she was just a body for their pleasure, no will or voice of her own.
But Peter removed both her barbells with amazingly competent fingers, given how large his hands were. “You’ll feel a little discomfort here, nothing much.”
She held her breath, that little quiver in her stomach a frantic butterfly in a jar. Someone’s hands cupped her breasts beneath, squeezing them to push the nipples up even higher. She thought it might be Lucas, because she caught the pleasing scent of the cologne he wore.
A tiny whispering sigh caught in her throat as something was threaded through one nipple piercing, then the other. It was the same type of bar as her barbells, just a little thicker, and the slender steel bar went all the way across between them. Peter was adding fasteners to the sides to hold it in place, and then he pinched the bar between thumb and forefinger, tugging on both nipples at once. She let out a soft cry against the breathing tube.
“These teardrop weights can be added to the bar.” She heard the click of metal objects, perhaps being rolled in Peter’s palm. “It will make her feel the pinch and burn a bit more. You can also attach a cable to the bar, connect it to a hook and raise or lower it to stretch out the nipples as much as she can stand.”
“Nice.” Ben’s hands replaced Lucas’ on her breasts, squeezing, flicking that bar. “They’ve already gotten stiffer, bigger. She likes it. She’d take first prize in a wet T-shirt contest. Lucas, your turn. I want her dripping, close to coming, but not there.”
A precise touch, some pressure between her legs, and the seam was released, probably by Jon. Myriad small noises vibrated in her throat as he stretched the latex around the outside of her labia, and that second vacuum tube engaged, giving her an increased sense of constriction around already swollen tissues. She imagined it looked like a peach cut open in truth, the juices squeezing forth from it, tempting the tongue…
She cried out through the open gag as Ben caressed her pussy, pushed a finger inside to test her wetness. She wondered about what Jon had said, if she could service Ben’s cock through that breathing hole. She could suck on him while…
“She’s more than ready. She’s all yours.”
She couldn’t help it, she was so stimulated that she shrieked when Lucas’ mouth touched her pussy. He flicked his tongue over her clit, traced the labia with lazy thoroughness, learning her. “Different scent from her sister, but similar. They’re both screamers though. You’ve had bad, bad dreams about being in our bedroom, sucking my cock while I was going down on her, haven’t you?”
“That’s a direct question, Marcie.”
A few moments ago she’d begged for someone to be talking to her. Now she wanted to be silent and just feel, but she managed to speak, garbled as it was. “Yes sir.”
Not Master. She had only one of those in the room, but she’d give all of these men sir, because not to do so seemed unwise.
“A polite slave. I like that.” That tongue slid up her clit, around, teased under the hood, hot breath bathing her labia. She squirmed the tiny amount possible,
