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

be consumed. The thought made me shudder right through my body and my cunt clenched. 

"Aw man, would you look at that," one of them said, noticing the twin trickles of thin honey making their way to my knees down the insides of each thigh. "Only a slut gets that wet."

"Look at how hard her nipples are," another said. I swallowed, looking around under the blindfold, trying to remember where each man was and feeling faint. 

I can't want this... surely I don't WANT this.

Johan was suddenly beside me, hissing in my ear. At the same time he took my right nipple between his finger and thumb and twisted it hard. "You are enjoying yourself... Far. Too. Much." On each enunciated word he pulled my nipple upward. I clenched my teeth and clamped my eyes shut under the blindfold, failing utterly to suppress a loud moan. 

"Ohh... Ohh...Oooooofuckkkk!!!" flew out of my mouth.

"You're a dirty whore, aren't you, Shannon?" 

He spoke loudly, right in my ear, a parody of a secret. Releasing my nipple, he gripped my hair roughly again. "Please! I don't know what to sa-"

Then he clipped me on my right nipple. He used a downward motion with his fingers loosely together, the tips of them barely snicking my skin. It was the kind of slap that happens so fast you barely see it coming. I'd had them before, but only on my ass and usually while getting fucked. Being smacked while blindfolded was a wholenew experience. 

Like lightning the nerve endings transmitted a short, shocked pulse to my brain where a wave of pain was triggered. I sucked air through clenched teeth in a rush. Sweet heat flared in my nipple. Air came back out of my open mouth in quiet shudders. I shut my mouth, swallowing moans and breathing hard through my nose. My nipple felt like it was on fire. I held my hands together behind my back as tight as I could. The heat of the snap made my nipple feel heavy and almost bloated on my chest. I shuddered to think how it must have looked. 

Before I could protest, he slapped my other breast the same way, only harder! It bounced on my chest and my cunt contracted, pulsing juice. My knees chafed as I squirmed on the carpet, wanting to hold my sore nipples, and willing myself not to protect them. 

Tears escaped my eyes and trickled down my nose. I whispered to the floor, "I... I'm not a dirty whore."

"What's that? Did you say something?" asked Johan condescendingly. He took a handful of hair again and twisted it, pulling my face up.

"Slap her again," someone said.

"I'm a not dirty whore!" I whimpered. SNAP! "Oohhhh!" 

"I bet your fuckin cunt is sopping," Johan said angrily, twisting my hair tighter. I gasped as the fingers of his other hand slid over my hot slippery pussy. "So you're a lying dirty whore too. You know, lying dirty whores get punished."

"I'm sorry! I'm a dirty whore! Ohh Goddd, please don't punish me!"

Johan released my hair and stepped away. I thought I heard him say, "Too fucking slow," but I wasn't sure. 

Someone else took my hair in his hand. This time it hurt as the side of my head was pulled downward. "Hold still, it's just lipstick." It was the mystery man, Steve. He held my hair tight while he wrote things on me. I wasn't sure what it said but I could imagine. He wrote across my forehead and my chest, then on my stomach and the tops of my thighs. Moving behind me, he wrote on my back and across the top of my ass. Various comments came from the guys watching. I just swallowed and let it happen. He finished and I heard him recap the lipstick. "Now you are clearly a dirty whore."

I whispered, "I'm a dirty whore..."

"Stand up." 

Sniffling, I rose to my feet again, once more clasping my shaking hands behind my back. He walked around me. I felt like I was being appraised. He prodded me here and there. "Stick your ass out a bit more. Arch your back. That's right, push out your nice red tits. Good girl."

"Th... Thank you," I breathed, before I knew what I was saying.

"What are you thanking me for?"

"F... For praising me, Sir," I said quietly.

He didn't respond. He walked around me again. "You have beautiful tits, whore."

"Th... thank you..."

"Would you rather I slapped your tits or called my friends and told them how beautiful they are?"

"Please... Don't tell them..."

"I might anyway."

"Ohh..." Shivering, I remembered how my breasts felt when Johan slapped me. "S... Slap them, p... please."

Without warning a SNAP! echoed around the room. I inhaled sharply as my breast once again shot across my chest and bounced back. I breathed hard, trying to hold on to my composure. SNAP! From the opposite direction my other breast received the same treatment. 

SNAP! "Nngggggg!!! 

The slap on the side of my breast was nothing like I had expected. In my fantasy, the slaps were playful compared to this. My jaw was clenched as the heat spread throughout my breasts. Mystery man leaned into me. "You will thank me for everything I do to you, and beg me to do it again. Do you understand?"

SNAP! "Ohhhh! Y... Yes, Sir. Th... Thank you, S... Sir. Again please!" I gasped, gurgling as I felt the moment of hesitation before a new strike landed.

SNAP! "Ohhhhfffffffffff.... Ohh... Ohhhh..." I caught my breath. "P... Please! Again, Sir! Thank y-" SNAP! "OHHH!!!" He left me whimpering for a moment, slowly walking around me again, his voice dripping with cruel intent. 

"Ernie and I have been watching you all night, parading around in your thin shirt and short little skirt. That's right, we were watching you through the window, sitting in Ernie's car. Johan told us we'd see a show, and we sure did."

SNAP! "Ohhh.... Oh, please... Th... Thank you... S... Sir..."

"That's right. We saw how you paraded around for all your girlfriends, pretending to be coy. We saw how you came hard when you were tied down, having your cunt eaten and eating that other girl. You're a filthy little sex toy, Shannon, and I can't wait to tell my friends all about you." 

"Noooo, pleaaaseee..." He stopped in his tracks when I protested. He was on my right side. He closed the fingers of his left hand around my neck from behind. CRACK! His right palm collected the underside of my right breast. It bounced two or three times before settling, throbbing on my chest. "Oohhh Godddd! Th... Thank you..." I clenched my teeth. 

"Look at how hard her nipples are," he said, reaching for each one and pulling at them while still holding me by the neck. "I think you like having your tits slapped, don't you?" 

"N... No! I m... mean ohhh... Yes! I mean-"

SNAP! Downward this time, catching my right nipple and the end of the breast. "Ooooonnooo... ohhh Th... Thank you S... Sir... M... More pleaseee..." SNAP! SNAP! SNAP! My left nipple exploded in throbbing pain. "Oohhh, fuckkkkk...nnggggggg.... Ohh... ohhhhhh...."

My whimpering trailed off and my hard breathing filled the room. I shifted my weight from foot to foot and my breasts ached hotly. My fingers were numb from clasping them together tightly. I was sure there were impressions of my fingernails in the backs of each hand. Mystery guy let go of my neck and walked away. I jumped when I heard a clap. At first I thought my breast had been slapped again. I realised someone had just been 'high-fived'. I was trembling all over and my pussy was hot and engorged. Silky fire pulsed from my core and my cheeks burned. 

Allan must have gotten the signal, as he was next to advance on me. At first he picked up my chin with a single finger, and I didn't know it was him. I raised my blindfolded eyes, not knowing what to expect. "You didn't thank Steven," he murmured menacingly.

"S... Steven?" I asked, before I remembered it was mystery man's name. "Ohh, I'm sorry!" I said in a panic. "Thank you f... for slapping m... my breasts, Steven!"

Mild-mannered Allan almost spat out, "Too late again." His fingers roughly grabbed my hair and he led me to the side of the room. The tops of my thighs bumped against the pool table. He took my wrists in his hands. "Grip the pockets, I'll help you lean down."

"Ohhh please!"

"She's so eager, guys!" They all laughed.

"I... I don't want this... I don't..." 

Allan bent me at the hips and I whimpered pitifully, clutching the pockets tightly. I kept my feet together as he lowered my body until my nipples brushed the rough fabric of the pool table. He held me there in mid-air. He gripped my hair tightly. I was afraid he would let go and I would fall on my face on the hard felt-covered surface. I took some of the strain in my arms as my body was lowered. His free hand roamed over my skin, gentle as a feather. It was maddening. His fingertips caressed along the backs of my thighs and over my ass and my skin twitched.

He brought his palm to rest between the cheeks of my ass, his fingers right against my cunt. They didn't move! They just touched me like it was nothing. He began moving my head to and fro, just a few inches, dragging my nipples from side to side across the felt. The rough softness of the surface was incredible on my engorged nipples. If he had done it much more it would have caused carpet burn. Oh, God, but it felt good. The walls of my pussy fluttered, the flexing spasms pushing the sheen that covered my inner thighs closer to my knees. I groaned. 

"Do you like that, fucktoy?" Allan asked.

SMACK! "Yesss!" I hissed. His slap whipped through the air, a resounding spank that filled the air and was followed by chuckles and an 'oooo'. I realised the men had moved closer and I blushed to my toenails. I had flashes of my fantasy fly through my mind. I shuddered. My ass felt like it wobbled. I was feeling hotter and more ashamed by the minute. 

"I told you she was fuckin eager," Allan said to the guys watching. They all laughed, agreeing, and I blushed harder. He was right! Allan's large, warm hand felt huge as he caressed over the handprint he had left on me. From then on it was alternate cheeks. "Open your legs," he said, as if he did this every day. 

Slowly stepping outward, I gasped as I felt the skin down the insides of my thighs peel apart. In my mind they were catching the light, shiny and covered in my juices. I shuffled my feet slowly wider and wider but I wasn't quick enough. 

SLAP! "Ohhh..." He slapped me hard enough to make my body jolt. 

"Hurry up. We haven't got all night." I did it. "Yes, that's better. That's pretty. Now stay still." With my ankles two feet apart, he opened each of my ass cheeks, his fingers slowly drawing them apart. "She's fucking sopping," he said, and I blushed even harder. He shoved two fingers in and out of me and I could hear how wet I was. He pulled them out with a slurp.

"She has such a pretty cunt," Johan said from right behind me. I was startled that he had moved and I hadn't heard him. Then it dawned on me. They were all right behind me, watching me, looking right at my wet little cunt and pink asshole. They all agreed my hairless cunt was my best feature. Someone commented on how my clit pushed out, demanding attention. Others thought my asshole looked nice and tight. They were pleased it looked so shiny and lubricated. I trembled in confused lust. 

"Look at this," said Allan. In my mind he held up his wet fingers for all to see. "She's so fucking wet," he said matter-of-factly. "She must be a very naughty girl."

"P... Pleaseee..." I breathed, barely managing to protest. 

SLAP! SLAP!!

"Ohhh fuckkkk..." Allan had whipped his palm in an upwards arc, connecting where the back of my thighs reach my ass. SLAP! "Ohh!" SLAP! 

"You're a naughty little slut, aren't you, Shannon?" He didn't wait