[Lordsnow]

The plug came out slowly.

Rakesh twisted it once, then pulled. Fatima felt every inch leave her. The sudden emptiness made her whimper against the table, a soft, broken sound she couldn’t stop. Her cunt was still stretched around the thick-shouldered man’s cock. He hadn’t pulled out. He just kept her filled while the plug was removed and set aside, shiny and wet.

“Look at that,” he muttered, voice rough. “Asshole twitching. Never been touched before tonight, has it?”

Fatima’s face burned. She could feel cool air against the place that had just been forced open. Her thighs were slick. The lace panties were ruined, shoved to the side and soaked.

*It’s empty now… and I still feel open. I shouldn’t want anything else in there. Why do I keep clenching?*

Rakesh stepped closer, one hand resting on the small of her back.

“She’s ready. First time. We do it properly.” He looked at the thick-shouldered man. “Stay in her cunt. Keep her pinned. I’ll take the rest.”

The man behind her gripped her hips harder and pushed in deep, holding still. Fatima’s breath hitched. Rakesh coated himself with more gel, then pressed the blunt head of his cock against her freshly opened hole.

“Push back against me,” he ordered, voice low and calm but edged. “Don’t tighten. You’ve been dripping for this all week. Take it.”

Fatima tried. Her body resisted at first — a sharp burn, a tight ring of muscle fighting the intrusion. She let out a long, shaky moan, forehead pressed to the table.

“It hurts—”

“I know.” Rakesh kept steady pressure. “Breathe out and push back. Now.”

She did. The head forced its way inside. The stretch was deeper, thicker than the plug, hotter. A raw cry tore out of her throat. Her arms trembled. The man in her cunt groaned at the way she clenched around him from the double invasion.

“Fuck… she’s squeezing so tight.”

Rakesh pushed further, slow but relentless, until he was buried halfway. Fatima’s mouth stayed open, sounds spilling out with every breath. Tears pricked at the corners of her eyes, but her cunt kept dripping around the other cock.

*Too much… it’s too much… I can feel both of them… I’m so full I can’t think…*

“That’s it,” Rakesh muttered, voice rougher now. “Taking it like a good slut. Your holy ass is stretching around me. Say it. Tell me what it feels like.”

“Full…” Fatima’s voice cracked. “So full… please—”

“Please what?”

“Please… more…”

A dark chuckle moved through the room. Rakesh gave her the rest in one steady thrust until his hips met her ass. Fatima cried out, body shaking. The two cocks inside her — one in her cunt, one in her ass — left no space. Every breath made her feel them both.

The leaner man (the only one who had focused on her armpits) moved to her side again. He lifted her right arm, exposed the soft hollow, and dragged his tongue through it slowly while the two men began to move. He licked deep, tasting the salt and heat, then spoke against her skin.




“Even your armpits taste dirty now. Keep this arm up.”

Fatima kept it raised, trembling. The dual fucking started slow — the man in her cunt pulling back while Rakesh pushed in, then switching. The rhythm built. Wet, heavy sounds filled the room. Spit and her own slick ran down her thighs. Her bare breasts swung with every thrust.

One of the other men stepped in front, grabbed a fistful of her hair, and pulled her head up.

“Open. You’re not done with mouths yet.”

He pushed into her throat. Fatima gagged, drool running down her chin and onto the table. Three men used her at once — throat, cunt, and ass — while the fourth kept her arm raised and his mouth on her armpit. The black lace was a ruined scrap. The stockings had laddered. Sameer stood against the wall holding the abaya and veil, watching everything in silence.




*I can’t… I shouldn’t be able to take this… but my body is pushing back onto them… I’m moaning like a whore while they fill every hole…*

Rakesh’s voice stayed close to her ear even as he fucked her ass deeper.

“This is the price of cancelling. Longer. Harder. More of us. Your husband is right there holding your modest clothes while you get your virgin ass stretched open. Feel that? That’s ownership. You’re not going home tonight. You’re staying until I’m done with you tomorrow.”

Fatima could only make broken, wet sounds around the cock in her mouth. Her eyes were glassy. Her body rocked between the three men, the burn in her ass slowly mixing with a dark, spreading heat that made her cunt squeeze harder.






The man in her throat pulled out, slapped his wet cock against her cheek, and spoke low.

“Look at me. Tell me what you are right now.”

Fatima’s voice came out hoarse and wrecked.

“A slut… your slut… please don’t stop…”

He smiled and pushed back into her mouth.

The rhythm grew heavier. Rakesh started fucking her ass with longer, deeper strokes. The man in her cunt matched him. The wet sounds turned louder, filthier. Fatima’s arms finally gave out. She collapsed onto her elbows, ass still raised, taking everything they gave her.

One by one the other men moved in closer, waiting their turn, stroking themselves while they watched her get opened completely.

The night had gone past any of the original forfeits.

It had become exactly what Rakesh promised when Amina ruined the first plan — harder, longer, and without mercy.