Ibis by Leviathan Laroche (my miracle luna book free read TXT) 📕

and thumbs and started rolling them. They were already achy. She leaned down and whispered menacingly in my ear. She sounded so different.

"I've been going about this all wrong, haven't I?" 

"L… Leah?"

"Yeah," she said, rolling my nipples harder. "I've just figured it out." 

"W… What?" I gasped, clenching my fists.

"You're afraid you'll like it too much, right?" I nodded. I couldn't say it again. "Then that's why you are such a little fucking whore. Because they are going to talk about this for years." She licked my ear and I shuddered. "They will tell their friends and they'll tell theirs."

"Nooo…"

"Soon everyone will know. Everyone will know just what a nasty little slut you are."

"Noooo… Please, Leah!"

"Shannon Bree Stollson, 'the girl who likes to be forced'. Soon strangers will be forcing their cocks into you whenever and wherever they want. Eventually you'll be getting phone calls, won't you, fucktoy?" She pinched my nipples hard.

"Ohhhh…. Nooooo…"

"Oh, yes. Phone calls from strangers. Telling you they are going to follow you and fuck you in packs. Guys pulling you into alleys and fucking you, writing SLUT and WHORE on you in thick black pen and sending you into the street with cum running down your legs and splattered across your face…" She pulled my nipples hard. I was sure my breasts were cone-shaped.

"Oh, God Leah. Please!"

"Open your legs!"

"Noooo… I'm not wet! I'm nottt! I don't want this! I'm not a slut!"

Leah slid her tongue into my ear and my legs opened involuntarily. My nipples throbbed ferociously. "Clasp your hands together behind your back." I did as she told me, fumbling because my hands were shaking.

"Please, Leah! Don't let them tell anyone, please! Ask them for me! Oh, Godddd…"

Leah had slid two fingers into me and had the pad of her thumb resting on the root of my tortured clit. I could only imagine how it looked. "You love it, you little whore. Look how wet you are, open wide for Leah…"

I opened my mouth without really thinking, and in record time Leah fed me her dripping fingers. I sucked them hard, whipping my tongue around them without even being asked. "Mmmm… Mmmmm…" I moaned as she pinched a nipple hard. I was so horny. I just wanted her to finger me some more. I could have cum in sixty seconds.

But I didn't have sixty seconds. Leah pulled her fingers from my mouth and wrapped them in my hair, making a fist and hoisting me to my feet.

"Ohhh Goddd…"

"C'mon, fucktoy. It's time to show the boys just what a wanton little whore you become when they force themselves on you."

"Nooo…" I whimpered pitifully. "Owww…"

Leah actually grabbed my ear and led me downstairs and along the hallway to the games room. It was somehow comforting to feel her hand slapping my ass all the way down the hall. I knew I deserved to be spanked. I was a bad girl, and I was ashamed of myself for being so wet and horny. Exhausted and with an excess of adrenaline pumping, I stumbled along, taking huge gulps of air and trying to cover my ass with my clasped hands. 

We stood outside the doorway, the only sound my ragged breathing. Leah hesitated. "Just wait here, Shannon. I'll clue them in," she said, releasing her grip on my ear and letting me stand there, shivering in fear and unspeakable arousal. 

The voices behind the door went quiet after she knocked, then I heard Johan call out, "Enter!"

"Be a good girl. I'll be back in a sec," Leah whispered. 

The door opened and closed and I was alone. I heard whispered voices and I felt a drip of wetness trickle down from my cunt. In moments the door opened and strong fingers curled around my upper arm. My breathing quickened as I was steered into the silent room. 

"Have fun, honey!" Leah said from behind me. She almost sounded sarcastic. The door closed and I shivered. 
Thoughts Faded Ch.10

The strong hand withdrew from my upper arm leaving me standing in the middle of the games room. I held my breath. I couldn't believe I was actually there. My mind was reeling with the experience of being naked and blindfolded before men who had never seen me that way. No one said a word. It felt like they were drinking in the sight of me. I tightly held onto the comforting knowledge that Johan was with me. Even though I had no idea what was going to happen, I would be okay. As the seconds ticked by and no one spoke, it became more unsettling and my imagination went into overdrive. 

I hoped they wouldn't be too rough with me. Or did I? God, I was so confused. My pussy was wet and my nipples were hard angry little raspberries perched high on my breasts. Tingles and blushes ran over my skin. I was turned on fiercely, excited by the unknown yet filled with trepidation. Leah had spanked me all the way down the hallway to the games room and my ass smarted. Briefly I wondered if it was pink. Instinctively I flexed my butt muscles and clenched the little plug in my ass. I was sure they could see it clearly. In the darkness behind the blindfold, my face felt hot. I bit my lip, determined to be quiet.

Finally Johan's low and intimidating voice broke the unnerving silence, speaking slowly and clearly. "What are you doing standing up?"

"I didn't... S... Sorry!" 

Slinking to my knees, I swallowed. I knelt up on the 'heavy wear' carpet, my knees a little apart, clasping my hands behind my back again. I hoped I looked good to him. I hoped I looked good to all of them. Trying to hold my head high, I started to feel uncomfortable in the continuing silence. I gradually let it fall forward, wondering whether it was a good idea to look so proud.

Fingers slid into the hair at the back of my head, tightening almost painfully. A deep, menacing voice took my breath away. "Be a good girl and tell Ernie how much you like sucking big black cocks." In a split second I realised it was Ernie from the strip club. My adrenaline shot from a hundred to a thousand. There weren't three. There were FOUR! 

Covering my thudding heart with one of my shaking hands, I gasped, "G... God, Ernie, you nearly gave me a heart attack."

He tightened his grip in my hair. "You didn't answer the question."

My eyes darted around under the blindfold. "I... I... I can't remember it."

"Put your hands behind your back again. I don't want to see them." I did, threading my fingers together as my heart palpitated. "I asked you to tell me how much you like sucking big black cocks," he repeated.

"Ohhh..." I whimpered. What was I supposed to say? My ears felt like they were faintly ringing. "I don't know... I... I never have before..."

"What? A dirty little fucktoy like you hasn't sucked black cock? Well, I'm sure you'll be getting a lot of practice from now on, so you'll be able to form an opinion real soon. Not that it will matter. You'll still be sucking my friends' cocks anyway after I tell them all about your hot little mouth." He pulled my hair back hard, arching my neck. "Won't you, whore?" 

"Nooo!" I whimpered. Damn it, Leah! You betrayed me!

I heard Johan's cackle, eagerly joined by the others in the room. God! How many were there? Ernie smelled really good, so I'd be able to recognise him. One had an evil snort. It might have been David, but I hadn't heard him make a noise like that before. He was on my left. Johan was easy to recognise as I knew his voice. His laugh came from in front of me and a little to the right, but a few feet away. I heard a soft tinkle and remembered Allan wore a thick steel-linked bracelet. He had a habit of occasionally shaking it. I always wondered if it meant anything to Debbie. He was standing a bit behind me, also on my right. In my mind I could see him making himself a drink at the bar. I heard the clink-clink of ice and almost smiled.

"What's so fuckin funny?" Ernie asked from an inch away, a mist of hot spit hitting my face on each of the 'effs'. His breath was sweet with a coating of fine liquor. I hoped they hadn't been drinking too much.

"N... Nothing..."

"Typical," said my Johan, causing my jaw to drop. "She always tries to avoid answering."

"We'll see about that," David replied, ominously from my left.

"Look at that wet cunt," someone said and I snapped my head toward him, my jaw dropping. I didn't recognise who it was! Oh, my God! FIVE! The voice came from beside Johan. My mind raced. It was indistinct and it could have been anyone! "What a fuckin whore." A stranger was calling me a whore!

"I knew she'd be like this," Johan said. I could tell he was smiling and I was mortified. "Next time you avoid answering, we are going to spank you, understood?"

I nodded and trembled, grinding my teeth. 

Allan surprised me with what he said next. I'd never even heard him swear before. "Look, she can't fuckin wait. She's raring to go. There's cunt juice running down her legs." 

"She must be thinkin about suckin black cocks," Ernie teased.

I tried to keep still but only succeeded in shivering harder. Ernie slipped his fingers from my hair and leaned back up. His voice came from right above me. He must have been standing inches away. I breathed through my nose, wondering if I could smell his cock. I caught myself doing it and blushed crimson. I was glad I was blindfolded.

"I'm going to stand behind you so I can watch that tight ass." He seemed to hesitate. "What are you doing?"

"Ohhh..." I didn't want to get spanked! 

"Are you trying to smell my cock?" I was caught! My inability to lie got me again and I nodded. "I thought so," he chuckled. His fingers slid around the back of my head and guided my nose into his crotch. Johan laughed and the others did too. 

"Get a good whiff, blondie. Yeah, I bet you love the smell of cock."

"Nooooooo..." I protested weakly. My voice was muffled and it sounded like I moaned.

Johan chuckled. "Heh heh. She loves it. She loves everything about cocks. I really should be charging you guys for this."

Ernie let go and pushed my head out of his crotch amid the chuckling. "I'd pay," he said, pinching my nipple and making me gasp. He walked around me and I heard a stool move behind my back. "Man, what an ass. Look at that. Did you put that plug up your ass yourself, Shannon?" he asked.

"Y... Yes," I whispered.

"Dirty little whore loves it up the ass, eh?" the mystery guy commented crudely. I imagined him nudging Johan with his elbow.

"No, I-" I began.

"Answer Steve, Shannon!" Johan hissed. His name was Steve!

"Ohh-" 

My world spun. I imagined I was some nameless wench being taunted by a bunch of half drunk animals in the middle ages. Their voices melded together and the images shifted. They were a pack, a gang, an unruly crowd, acting as one. I was to