[skjelner]

The two men beside Erin gripped her head and hair, forcing her to look upward at the underside of Jason’s lengthy cock, dangling testicles, and, as he continued trotting down toward her waist, his smooth, hairless ass crack. He slowly bent over, and Erin nearly vomited for real at the sight: his cheeks spread open a bit, and his penis and scrotum drooped below his waistline, so that from between his legs she got a complete view of the male privates, which, until tonight, she had never seen in her life.

“No, no, please, please don’t do this to me! Please, stop!” she begged as she flailed her body in every direction beneath her three naked captors. She wanted nothing more than to get as far away from these disgusting men as possible, but the chains held her tightly, grinding into her tanned ankles. She winced in pain: Jason simply ignored her, and Mark and Chris merely laughed and roughly shook her head a few times, making her fall silent. Jason swooped down, grabbed a bunch gray fabric of her cotton mini shorts, scraping his fingers against her writhing leg, and pulled with great force.

Her shorts ripped entirely off, leaving Erin lying terrified on the carpet, clad in only a tiny, orange bikini bottom. Though her shorts had provided her with little warmth, she shivered, partly from cold and partly from fear, causing her nipples to spring erect. Mark and Chris noticed instantly and started once more at her wonderful firm breasts—now beginning to swell—pinching, licking, squeezing, biting, and slobbering all over them, saliva dribbling down their rotund sides.

At the same time, Jason sat lightly on her stomach, so as not to hurt her, and pressed his palms on the inside of her thighs, just above her knee-pits. He met no resistance, as Erin was busy in her attempts to push all feeling out of her breasts, and dragged his fingers up her thighs, stopping where they joined together and repeating that pattern a few times. When he was satisfied, and Erin was sufficiently occupied by his comrades, Jason yanked at the thin ties of her bikini bottom that lay below both her hips, unraveling the last article of clothing that she would, unbeknownst to her, wear for a long time.

Erin let out a loud squeak, as her captors could now get a full view of her smooth-shaven pubic area. “Oh, holy hell,” Mark commented, leaning over to take a peek, “that’s one fucking sweet pussy.”

She had just shaved it along with her legs this morning. Though she never let guys go down there, she liked to keep her privates clean and neat looking, if only to raise her own confidence. Jason whistled softly and chuckled to himself as he leaned closer to his prisoner’s bare vagina and pushed his ass closer to her face, letting the tip of his firm cock dip down and touch her stomach. Much to Erin’s revulsion, she could feel a small amount of pre-ejaculate smear above her belly button. He ran his hands up her thighs a second time, apparently in approval of her total lack of tan lines: indeed, her stomach, pubic area, and legs were all exactly the same shade of brown.

Mark bit her nipple, then slapped her breast once again, reddening it more. She grunted powerfully in protest, but Chris clapped his hand tightly over her mouth and nose, as if to suffocate her. The moment Erin had been dreading for so long finally happened: Jason let go of her thighs and roughly pinched the lips of her labia together, eliciting a loud scream from Erin that was muffled by Chris’s hand. He slid his fingers up and down her smooth labia, continuing to clamp her it shut.

“Do you want more, slut?” Erin furiously shook her head in dissent. She despised his condescending tone and the way he asked questions to which he already knew the answer. All three men laughed again, and, as Chris released her airways and started again with Mark to cup her prodigious breasts, still very moist with their saliva, Jason swung rapidly around and landed on all fours, bestriding her naked legs, his testicles jiggling freely in the air around his dancing penis. Wasting no time, he spread her thighs apart as much as possible due to the chains, and Erin screamed, very audibly this time, as he shoved his face toward her silky vagina.

Her breasts’ attenders ignored her this time, clearly gaining satisfaction from her contempt, and instead decided to fondle them more, biting and squeezing with extra roughness. Jason opened his mouth and fluttered his tongue into the crease between the lips of her labia, running it quickly upward and down again, repeating this motion more than a few times. Erin had never experienced oral sex before and could tell she’d normally be enjoying this expert tonguing if it weren’t coming from such a vile, debased man. As if Jason’s forced cunnilingus wasn’t enough sexual torture, Chris stopped fondling her breasts and stood on his knees, waving his hairy beast of a penis very close to Erin’s face. It smelled musty, and she wanted to be sick: she knew what was coming next.