Chapter 13: Initial Surrender

Elena’s body was still trembling from the double penetration that had just ripped another unwilling orgasm from her core when the men lowered her to the center of the lounge. The massive room had been transformed in minutes—couches shoved against the walls, low tables cleared, the thick Persian rug now the only soft surface beneath her knees. Twenty men surrounded her in a loose circle, shirts unbuttoned or discarded entirely, revealing hard chests, tattooed arms, and thick, veiny cocks standing at full attention. Pre-cum beaded at every tip, catching the golden chandelier light like obscene jewels. The air was thick with musk, cigar smoke, and the sharp tang of her own squirted juices that still glistened on the floor around her.

She was completely naked except for the silver ankle bracelet that still sparkled mockingly with every tiny movement. Cum from the earlier loads streaked her heavy breasts, drying in shiny tracks down her slim waist. Her fat ass still burned from the slaps and the stretch of two cocks in her pussy at once. Her pussy lips were puffy and dark pink, visibly fluttering open and closed with aftershocks, a thin string of her cream stretching toward the rug. Tears clung to her long lashes, but her nipples were diamond-hard, aching from the constant pinching and slapping.

Marco’s snoring floated from the next room like a distant accusation. Elena’s eyes darted toward the open doorway, her heart cracking. “Please ... think of my husband,” she whispered, voice cracking as she tried to duck lower, curling her shoulders in a pathetic attempt to hide her nakedness behind her own arms. “He’s right there. This isn’t me. I’m not—”

A rough hand—Tony’s—fisted her dark waves and hauled her upright. “Too late for that, CurvyIslandQueen,” he growled, slapping his heavy cock against her tear-streaked cheek. The wet smack left a glossy smear of pre-cum across her full lips. “We’ve watched you beg for this on camera for months. Now you’re going to give it to us for real.”

Hands were suddenly everywhere. Victor stepped in from behind, his broad chest pressing against her back as he cupped her heavy breasts from underneath, lifting and squeezing them until the soft flesh spilled between his thick fingers. His thumbs rolled her stiff nipples in slow, cruel circles, pinching just hard enough to make her gasp. “Mmmph ... no ... please...” Elena moaned, the sound shaky and broken, but her back arched anyway, pushing those full tits harder into his palms.

Rico dropped to one knee in front of her, spreading her thick thighs wider with rough palms. Two thick fingers parted her slick pussy lips, exposing the glistening pink inside, then curled deep, stroking that spongy spot that made her knees buckle instantly. “Oh god—ahhh!” Her hips jerked forward involuntarily. She tried to clamp her thighs shut, tried to twist away, but more hands gripped her—someone kneading the plush cheeks of her fat ass, spreading them wide so cool air kissed her still-tender rosebud. A different set of fingers—lubed with her own squirt—circled the tight ring, pressing inside with a wet pop. The dual invasion—two fingers in her pussy, one in her ass—made her cry out, the sound half-sob, half-moan: “Nnnngh ... too much ... I can’t ... Marco’s right there...”