The cabin smelled of damp wood and something darker—musky, primal, like the lingering scent of sweat and cum from the last time I’d been used. My body still ached in places I didn’t want to think about, my throat raw from choking on cock, my ass sore from being stretched open by fingers, tongues, and something much thicker. But when the summons came—a curt text with nothing but an address and a time—I didn’t hesitate. I never did.

The door creaked shut behind me before I could even turn around. The older man’s voice, deep and rough like gravel under boots, cut through the silence. "Strip. Now." No greeting. No small talk. Just command. My fingers trembled as I peeled off my clothes, the cool air raising goosebumps across my skin. I heard the rustle of fabric, the soft thud of boots on wood—other presences, other men, their breathing already thick with anticipation. Four of them. Including him.

A hand—his hand—gripped my chin, tilting my face up. His thumb pressed against my lower lip, forcing my mouth open just enough for his breath to ghost over my tongue. "You remember the rules?" His voice was a growl, the kind that made my stomach clench. I nodded, or tried to, but his grip tightened. "Say it."

"I’m yours," I whispered. The words tasted like shame and want, bitter and sweet all at once.

"Good." His fingers slid down my throat, over my collarbone, then lower, tracing the curve of my breast before pinching my nipple hard enough to make me gasp. "But tonight, you won’t see a thing."

The blindfold was silk, smooth and suffocating as it wrapped around my eyes, blocking out the dim light of the cabin. My pulse spiked, my breath coming faster as the world narrowed to just sound and touch. The older man’s hands roamed my body, possessive, mapping me like territory he’d already claimed. Then—other hands. Rougher, less patient. Fingers dug into my hips, my thighs, spreading me open before I could even brace myself.

"Such a pretty little slut," a new voice murmured, low and amused. A thumb circled my clit, slow and deliberate, while another hand—bigger, calloused—squeezed my ass cheek hard enough to bruise. "Already wet for us."

I bit my lip to stifle a moan, but it escaped anyway, high and needy. The older man’s chuckle was dark, satisfied. "She loves it. Don’t you?" His palm cracked against my ass, the sting radiating through me, making me arch into the touch. "Answer me."

"Yes," I hissed.

"Yes, what?" Another slap, harder this time. My skin burned.

"Yes, sir." The words fell out of me before I could stop them, my body already melting into submission.

A finger—thick, unyielding—pressed against my entrance, not pushing in, just there, teasing. "Beg for it," the older man ordered.

I should’ve resisted. I should’ve hated this. But the words spilled out, desperate. "Please. Fuck me. Please, sir, I need it—"

The finger plunged inside me without warning, knuckle-deep, curling against my front wall. I cried out, my knees buckling, but strong arms held me up. "Such a greedy little hole," the voice—one of the others—murmured against my ear. His breath was hot, his cock already pressing against my hip, thick and leaking. "Think you can take all of us?"

Before I could answer, the older man’s voice cut through the haze. "On your knees."

Hands shoved me down, my bare knees hitting the rough wood floor. The blindfold made everything sharper—the scent of arousal, the heat of bodies surrounding me, the way my own heartbeat thundered in my ears. A cock brushed my lips, the tip already slick with pre-cum. I didn’t need to be told what to do. I opened, taking him in, my tongue swirling around the head before he pushed deeper, hitting the back of my throat.

"Fuck, that’s it," the man groaned, his fingers tangling in my hair. "Take it all, slut."

I gagged as he thrust deeper, my nose pressing against his pelvis, the taste of him salty and thick. Another cock nudged my cheek, then my temple, the older man’s voice a dark purr above me. "Suck him like you mean it. And don’t you dare stop until I say so."

My jaw ached, tears pricking behind the blindfold as the first man fucked my throat in earnest, his hips snapping forward. I hollowed my cheeks, my hands gripping his thighs for balance, but then—another set of hands grabbed my wrists, yanking them behind my back. A belt, maybe, or a rope, cinched tight around them, binding me. I whimpered around the cock in my mouth, the sound vibrating against his shaft.

"Look at her," the older man mused, his fingers tracing my spine. "Already dripping, already desperate. You like being our little fucktoy, don’t you?"

I couldn’t answer, not with my mouth full, but my body did it for me—my hips rocking back, seeking friction, my pussy clenching around nothing.

A hand—his hand—slid between my thighs, two fingers shoving inside me without warning. I choked on the cock in my mouth, my back arching. "So wet. So empty." His fingers scissored, stretching me, while his thumb pressed hard against my clit. "You want to be filled, don’t you? Stuffed full of cock until you can’t walk straight?"

"Mmm—!" I tried to nod, but the man in my mouth groaned, his grip on my hair tightening.

"Pathetic," the older man murmured, but there was no real disdain in his voice. Just dark, twisted approval. His fingers pulled out, and I whined at the loss, but then—something thicker, blunter, pressed against my entrance. A cock. Not his. Not yet. One of the others.

"Please—" I begged, my voice ragged around the cock still fucking my throat.

"Since you asked so nicely," the older man drawled.

The cock at my pussy surged forward, stretching me wide, the burn delicious and brutal. I sobbed, my body torn between the two invasions, my throat and cunt both used at once. The man behind me gripped my hips, his thrusts hard and unrelenting, while the one in my mouth fucked my face like he owned it.

"That’s it," the older man encouraged, his voice a dark caress. "Take it. Take all of it."

The cabin filled with the sounds of flesh slapping flesh, my gagging, their groans. My body was a playground, a thing to be used, and I loved it. Hated myself for loving it, but my traitorous cunt clenched around the cock pounding into me, my tongue swirling around the one in my mouth like I was starving for it.

Then—his cock. The older man’s. I knew it instantly, the heavy weight of his uncut length dragging against my skin before he pressed it against my lips. "Open," he commanded.

I obeyed, my mouth already stuffed, but he didn’t care. He fed himself in alongside the other cock, both of them stretching my lips obscenely, filling my throat until I couldn’t breathe. Tears streamed down my face, my nose running, my body shaking with the effort of taking them both.

"Fuck, look at her," one of the men groaned. "Such a good little whore."

The older man’s hand fisted in my hair, yanking my head back just enough to let him see my face—my blindfolded, tear-streaked, cum-drenched face. "Mine," he growled, before shoving back in, his cock hitting the back of my throat.

I came with a broken sob, my pussy clamping down around the cock fucking me, my body betraying me completely. The men didn’t stop. They couldn’t stop. The older man’s cock pulsed, thick and heavy on my tongue, and I knew—he was close. He was going to fill me, mark me, own me.

"Gonna cum down that pretty throat," he rasped. "Gonna make you swallow every last drop, and then we’re going to start all over again."

I moaned around him, my body already aching for more. Because this wasn’t enough. It would never be enough. Not with him. Not with them.

And when his cum finally spilled down my throat, hot and thick, I drank it down like a good little slut—knowing this was only the beginning.