Rogue Room Key

I tell myself that the faster I give in to them, the faster they'll let me go, but my body is a live wire. I like how they are making me feel. Their greedy hands and mouths experimenting on my body all at once.

The tingling builds, climbing higher with every clumsy thrust. I let out a moan, and the boys cheer like they've won a contest.

"Keep going," Milo orders.

Ned's tongue is a paintbrush, flicking rapidfire over my nipples. Charles works his hand inside me, stretching and probing, searching for something. I hear him giggle as he finds it--the spot that makes my toes curl and my entire body quake. My first orgasm rips through me, sharp and bright, leaving me limp and drooling on the sheets beneath me. But they don't stop. If anything, they redouble their efforts.

"Holy shit," says Ned. "She really is a slut."

Milo kneels next to me, the mattress dipping from his weight as he describes my dripping pussy to the camera, holding me wide for the others to view.

"You take over," he tells one of his friends, and I hear Ned imitate Milo's narration style as he presumably takes over filming.

Milo grabs my chin, tilting my head back off the side of the bed, and slides his cock into my mouth. I gag at the unexpected intrusion, not a big fan of giving blowjobs. He holds my head in place, fucking my mouth slow and deep, all the while Ned narrates: "This is what happens to greedy sluts when they think they can use us without payment. You get used like the cum dumpster you are. Watch her take his cock."

Milo pulls out before he finishes. "Don't want to bust too soon," he says to me or the camera.

My jaw hurts and my pussy feels achy. I hear them playing back what they've filmed so far, discussing what else they can do, better camera angles, and if they should invite any friends over. I lay there on the sheets, trying to twist my wrists for more feeling in my limbs.

I'm barely conscious when Charles returns and removes my blindfold. "I want you to see what we're doing to you," he tells me with a cold look in his eyes that chills me to the core.

He shows me a popsicle. "Science experiment," he jokes, and I can only laugh, because my legs are shaking and my mind is in pieces.

He inserts the popsicle, a shockingly cold intrusion, directly into my pussy, sinking it slowly inside me. It glides in pretty easily, filling me with a numbing sensation. The feeling is oddly soothing and I breath deep as he fucks me with the frozen treat. Other than the dehumanizing way they are filming me, I think I can handle this. I moan as his arm pumps faster, getting closer to my orgasm. But then he stops and bends down to suck the melting juices from my thighs.

I lose my mind, moaning as he eats me and the popsicle, the slurping noises obscenely loud.

"Give me a taste," Milo says, switching places with Charles and stroking me with the popsicle a few more times before licking me deep.

"Put it in her ass," Ned suggests.

The icy tip of the popsicle stub presses against my puckered flesh, a harsh contrast to the warmth of the room. Milo pushes it in, unyielding, and I clench against the invasive cold. He forces my thighs wide, fingers digging into my sweat-slick skin, holding me open for the camera's unblinking eye. The popsicle advances, a sharp, unnatural chill spreading inside me.

Ned watches, eyes glued to my exposed flesh. He shifts in his jeans, unable to hide his arousal. "Fuck yeah," he groans, voice tight with lust.

Milo tugs the popsicle free, and before I can process the relief, his hot, wet tongue flicks against me. I sob at the confusing mix of sensations--the lingering cold and the sudden heat. My body convulses, unable to reconcile the conflicting signals.

I hope they'll stop there, but Charles has other plans. He holds up a tube of Astroglide and a thin, curved shampoo bottle, its plastic surface glinting under the harsh lights. A shiver runs down my spine as I realize their intentions.

The shampoo bottle is slicked with lube, the clear gel catching the light as it drips onto my skin. Charles pushes it into me, the curved neck disappearing inch by agonizing inch. I focus on my breath, trying to ride out the sensation of being filled, stretched too wide and too quickly. My body yields reluctantly until they finally withdraw the bottle leaving me feeling hollowed out and raw. But there's no respite; next comes a soda bottle from Ned's eager hands--its wide mouth an intimidating sight after what I've already endured. Each object is bigger than the last, my body forced to accept them all in turn--a cruel parade of everyday items turned into tools of torment. The pain is blindingly intense yet somehow exquisite in its purity as it builds until finally I am reduced to raw sounds and desperate pleas that can no longer form coherent words.

At the end of their object experimentation, Charles voices his next intention, "I want to fist you," he says, his voice thick with a mix of cruelty and curiosity. He snaps open the cap of the lube bottle, pouring the cool liquid onto my exposed flesh. His fingers, thick as sausages, begin their slow, inexorable journey into me. I feel every ridge of his knuckles as they insistently stretch me, the tension building like a taut rubber band ready to snap. I try to will my body to relax, to transport my mind elsewhere, but the sensation is overpowering, raw and immediate.

There's a moment of abrupt release as his knuckles push past my threshold, a wave of intense pressure giving way to a strange, profound fullness. Darkness claims the edges of my vision, but I remain conscious, acutely aware of the invasive intrusion. His hand sinks deeper, swallowed whole by my body, the sensation defying words. I am stretched impossibly tight around his wrist; his fingers wiggle and dance inside me like some grotesque marionette show.

Ned is there, camera in hand, his breath hot on my inner thighs. "Jesus," he murmurs, zooming in on the obscene tableau. "That is fucking freaky."

I look down, seeing Charles's forearm protruding from between my legs, a stark and alien sight. He notices my gaze and smirks, leaning in to place his mouth on my clit. The sensation is overwhelming--the suction of his lips, the flick of his tongue, the relentless motion of his fingers inside me. I come undone, a sob wrenching from my throat as my body convulses around his hand.

I exhale, feeling a profound ache below my waist, like my hips have been hollowed out and filled with molten lead.

Milo tangles his fingers in my hair, gripping tightly, and forces my face to his groin. His cock, veins pulsing and purple with need, is shoved past my lips, hitting the back of my throat with a brutal thrust. He pumps relentlessly, his other hand pinching my nose, cutting off my air supply. I gag, eyes watering, as he comes with a grunt, his hot, salty release flooding my mouth. He holds me there, fingers clenched in my hair, until I swallow every last drop. Only then does he release me, allowing me to gasp for breath, lungs burning.

Charles takes his place, his dick a pale, stubby thing compared to Milo's. His cum is acrid, like bitter pills crushed between my teeth.

Ned is last, his dick long and thin like a tapered candle. He enjoys ramming it to the back of my throat, making me choke and splutter. I hollow my cheeks and suck hard hoping to just get it over with. But Ned has other plans; he pulls out of my mouth abruptly and marks me with ropes of hot cum that streak across my face.

I'm a mess. My face sweaty, tears and cum on my cheeks and chin, my body shaking. I stare up at the trio of guys feeling dirty and humiliated.

Milo wipes my face with a T-shirt, all business. "We should do this again."

I nod, because I don't trust my voice. I just want to go back to my dorm and get a shower and pretend this never happened. I'll say whatever he wants if it means this will be over faster.

Ned and Charles are already packing up, high-fiving. Milo tucks a lock of my hair behind my ear.

"You did good, Lacy," he says. "Really good. Better than I hoped. But I think you should stay here tonight."

I look up at him, and shiver with fear at the cold calculated look in his eyes.