Page 67 of The Secret Job: Into the Depths of Depravity
I see that the sitting room has been changed, there are no sofas anymore and in their place is a small, low platform reminiscent of an ottoman with a leather padded top and a box on metal legs. It’s really quite a strange object or piece of furniture, something I’ve never seen before.
Silently Mateo pulls me along to crawl next to the low level box thing, I try to scout the faces to find Angus and Jacob. But the masks make the men all look the same, they merge into one as I quickly cast my eyes around the room as all eyes follow me. “Up,” instructs Mateo, when we stop in front of the small raised box. “On all fours.” When I climb onto the platform it’s soft under my knees and feels sturdy, I realise it’s only just as wide as my body but then there is a box in front of my head. Mateo opens the lid and says, “Put your head inside, rest your chin on that there.”
I almost gasp. I look back up at him questionably but there is no doubt in his eyes that he just instructed me to put myhead inside the box. Fear trickles down my back. He wants to enclose my head inside a box whilst having me on my hands and knees, naked like an offering. He points to what must be a chin rest, I can see it’s padded and raised. The box is very small, I’d say only wide enough for my head with cut outs at the back for my neck with its edges covered in red leather. When I lower my head over the curve cutout and tentatively rest my chin on the ledge, I see that there is a large padded hole directly in front of my nose and mouth. Tailor made almost.
Mateo bends down in front of my face and whispers, “You are our own personal glory hole, little rabbit. Can you do that for us?”
My eyes bulge out of my head. A glory hole? As in, they’ll use my body, these men, these strangers and I won’t see who they are. Oh god. Is that something I can do? Fear must be etched over my masked face because Mateo says, “You can use your safe word now. Or you can try it and use your safe word if you are not comfortable. Raise your hand and tap the box if you can’t use your mouth. We will stop immediately, do you understand? Will you be our glory hole, little rabbit?”
I look back at him and forget everyone in the room and say the first thing that comes to mind, “Are Jacob and Angus here?”
“Yes they are here.”
“They want me to do this too?”
“Oh, we all three want to do this. Plus, every man in this room.”
My head says run, this is beyond my capability.How will I cope, all my holes, all at once?But my heart says I loved the gangbang during the Charity Job. That was different, of course, as I knew those men, but regardless I loved being used like that and I want to give Mateo, Angus and Jacob the experience they have paid for, I want to give them whatever they desire. So I grit my teeth and nod, “I’ll do it. For you, for all three of you.”
A dark smile spreads across his face, he leans in and saysinto my ear, “I knew you would say yes, little rabbit, I bet your pussy is leaking at the prospect of all these men taking it in turns to use and stretch every hole in your body. To come multiple times so you are a leaking mess of come oozing from every aching and stretched hole. You are going to be magnificent, worth every single dollar twice over.” He kisses me hard on the lips before straightening and closing the lid over my head, buckling it closed. I can’t see a thing, the box is dark and snug fitting. I try to get comfortable turning my head in position on the chin support as my nose protrudes out of the box.
I quiver on the spot, imagining all the eyes I can no longer see looking back at me; my face is hidden yet all my holes are open and exposed. I can’t move with my head encased in the box and my hands are below me holding up my upper body. I feel movement at my knees where I feel two cushioned sideboards coming up to support them from falling over the edge and my shins and feet are being strapped to something sturdy supporting my overhanging feet but leaving a wide gap in between them. Every aspect fits me so exactly I can’t help but wonder if it was custom made to my measurements. It’s comfortable enough if I rest my chin on the support and my knees are cushioned against the sides with my legs strapped down wide. What must I look like? I can hear the chatter in the room notch up a level and in no time I feel hands stroke down my bare back, along the contours of my arse cheeks and around under me, squeezing my breasts, fingering my back hole, gliding through my dripping pussy lips. I’m already soaked from the obscenity of this situation. It’s grotesque that these men are all in this room to take turns with me whilst the others watch or join in. It has my heart pounding in exhilarating anticipation.What will it feel like to be used as a piece of meat, a party centerpiece that is shared and defiled over and over again?
Someone seeks and finds my clit, rubbing in circles, making my body shudder in pleasure as they work me up into a needystate. I try and move my hips to get more friction, chasing my high, but the fingers are removed, and a cock replaces it, nudging into my entrance. I gasp as I feel the thickness slide into me, but I don’t have long to get accustomed to him because I feel a cock poke through the hole at my face, taking advantage of my open mouth as he begins to thrust in and out of me. I’m already taking two cocks and know they’re the first of many.
The cock at my mouth is wide and makes my lips stretch painfully around his girth. He thrusts harder, hitting the back of my throat, and I gurgle around him trying to swallow and breathe through my nose. It feels unnatural not to be able to move my head or reposition to change angle or depth. My mouth is literally being used as a hole. It’s obscene. Then there is the number of hands I feel all over my body, touching, caressing, pulling my nipples whilst the cock in my mouth thrusts relentlessly along with the cock in my pussy. I can’t help myself, the depravity, the degradation of the situation has me spasming around the first cock that fucks me, I scream with the cock in my mouth and hear cheers rip through the muddled noise of the room.
Floating down from my high, the cock in my mouth pulses and swells, spilling ropes of hot come down my throat as he withdraws out of my mouth slightly to coat my tongue in come. I swallow and suck whoever’s cock is in my mouth clean before he withdraws entirely. Then I feel what feels like a thick pen scratch across my back.Are they writing on me?I don’t have time to think as the cock in my pussy stills deep inside me and unloads. I feel the scratch of the pen across my back again.Are they keeping a tally?I feel someone’s mouth at my entrance licking and sucking me and wonder if it’s Angus. His mouth is replaced by another cock sliding easily into me, another cock nudging at my mouth and then a lubed-up finger caressing my arsehole.
I steady my head and let the man at my mouth thrust in andout, luckily, he is not as wide as the first guy. The one behind me is rough and his fingers dig into my hips as he pushes in and out of me, making sure I feel every inch of his length. Whoever has their finger making circles around my arsehole adds pressure and squeezes past my tight muscle that I’m trying to concentrate on loosening but it’s difficult whist being fucked at both ends. The finger gains access to my back passage and I can hear an excited “Yes!” as the finger begins to pump in and out of me, tipping the person who is fucking me from behind over the edge. I feel another scratch marked on my back as that cock is replaced by another, the finger staying seated in my arse until the next guy is pounding into me and another finger is lubed up and added to my back hole. The second guy in my mouth shudders and delivers his thick creamy streams onto my waiting tongue before my skin feels the familiar scratch of a pen on my back.
When the third man to take my pussy finishes deep inside me, he is replaced with someone who works himself into my body slowly, making sure I feel every inch of him and angling himself to hit that delicious spot, I moan as I work my tongue over the next cock gliding into my waiting mouth. Another finger is added to my back hole making three and I buck as I feel the stretch and burn of them working inside of me. The guy working his cock from behind is fanning the flames of my building orgasm again and then I feel mouths enclose both my nipples and that’s it, I come again screaming like a whore as the cock in my mouth pulls out to let me moan my pleasure out loud.
The mouths suck deeply on my breasts, the guy who just fucked me through another orgasm swells and comes in my sopping hole, as does the man fucking my face. The guy fingering my arse pulls out too and I’m a wet, dripping mess of come but no one is filling my holes. I’ve lost count of the number I’ve had and the amount of times I’ve felt the pen writeon my back. I wonder why no one is using me until I feel a cock edging passed my back hole muscles and delving deeper and deeper into my back passage, allowing me time to accommodate and stretch around him. My body quivers with adrenaline and need as the man behind me slowly picks up the pace. Someone else pushes into my mouth and fingers curl into my pussy, the hot mouths continue to suck on my breasts. So many sensations, so many emotions I can’t process it all, I feel like I’ve died and gone to heaven, I love every cock, all the fingers and mouths that are on or inside of me. I love being used in such a way with these unknown men, taking, using, abusing my body whilst I am unable to move and my head is locked away in this square box.
And then it hits me—Are they doing this for me?Is this about how far I will go and the depths of my own depravity? They knew I’d say yes, they knew I’d enjoy it. Is this about me as much as it is about the three men who hired me? They are enjoying testing me, seeing how low I’ll go for them.
But I can’t concentrate on any more thoughts, the man in my arse is coming, so is the man in my mouth. I’ve lost all sense of time and the number of men who have come on or in me. My body is slick with sweat, come dribbles out of my arse and my pussy. I am a used and hot mess. I have no idea how many more men fuck my pussy, my arse, my mouth. Over and over again, they take it in turns and I wonder if it’s the same men going a second or third time, or if there were more men invited than I saw. My knees are arching, my wrists are throbbing, my pussy aches and my arsehole definitely aches. But the cocks are relentless, they keep on coming, slower after the initial quick fucks, they take me languidly, drawing out their time in me. I can feel the sloppy mess of myself as each cock easily slides into me, a cheer for every additional load of come I take.
I lose sense of time and my body, I’m lost to the men who pound into me over and over again. To the mouths that suck atme, to the hands that pinch and pull at me, who hold me up as my body trembles.
Then I feel a softer cock push into my mouth and hands spread my arse cheeks to hold my arsehole open. Simultaneously warm liquid is pissed into my back hole and into my mouth. Surprise has me gurgling but I take control of my throat and begin to swallow. I swear I can hear the words, “Good little rabbit,” but I’m unsure as I continue to feel hot liquid at my back hole, running down my legs. Then I feel more on my back, running over the sides and down my breasts, dripping off my nipples. The men are using me as their urinal.
I am a hot, sticky, come-leaking, urine-coated mess. The defilement of it has me rocking my hips, thankful when someone reaches under me to rub my clit as more spurts of urine coat my shoulders, running down my neck and making their way to my chin. My clit is sore but the fingers are rubbing me perfectly as I chase one more high until it hits me like a freight train, wracking my body with full shudders of ecstasy.I don’t think my knees or my wrists can hold me up anymore.My weakness must be obvious as hands reach up to grab and steady me, and I hear the buckle above unlock around my head.
Light fills my eyes and senses as I blink in a daze of exhausted euphoria, my mind and body no longer operating or functioning as they should. I’ve reached my limit, I’m near blacking out. With my head free, hands lift my sticky, wet body up and into them, my head lulls to the side as exhaustion renders me boneless. The room is silent as whoever is carrying me walks me out of the room. My eyelids are too heavy to open and I have a distant feeling of come and liquid leaking out of me as I’m carried somewhere but I’m too far gone to care or feel embarrassed.
My mask is removed and I am held under running water, the warm water coating my skin like a warm hug. Another setof hands rub over my body with a masculine scented shower gel, scrubbing off the writing that must be covering my body, whilst I’m still cradled to someone’s chest. Hands caress between my legs and my arsehole, so gently, like I’m a fragile flower. Even as my head lulls on the back of a forearm I feel hands massage shampoo into my hair. The body holds me under the stream of water but someone else holds a hand over my face so that the shampoo is washed out of my hair, but it doesn’t run into my eyes.
I feel like I’m having an out of body experience, half awake and half asleep as people work to make me clean but I’m too whacked out to care who. When the shower stops and cool air hits my wet skin, towels dab and rub at my body, my hair, between my legs, drying me. I hear the worried mutterings of Angus or is that Jacob and try to lift my head but it feels too heavy. Instead I manage a whisper from my ragged, well-fucked throat, “Who’s there?”
I feel the rumblings of his words in his chest as I hear him say, “It’s Jacob, and Angus is here and so is Father. We’ve got you. Can you sit up and have a drink for me?” Although I recognise Jacob’s voice, I don’t recognise the gentle tone and worry lacing his words.
Jacob angles my cradled body so my head is raised higher and I feel a straw poke at my mouth. I suck and taste the sweet and sour flavour of warm lemon and honey hit my tongue. I cough in surprise.
“Shhhh, drink your medicine, it’s going to help soothe your throat.” I frown at Jacob’s unfamiliar care but suck down more of the drink now I know what to expect. When I’ve had enough, I feel the sugar spike in my veins and I begin to come back into myself and open my eyes. When I do, the first pair I see are Angus’ mismatched ones looking back at me, his good eye filled with concern.
I smile weakly back at him and ask, “Did I do good? Did you have a nice time?”
