Free Indentured by Lacey Kane

kiss me like that—passionate and powerful and sweet all at once—and still do to me the things he was doing.
    He gripped me hard, each hand on one of my buttocks, and drew me in close so his hard cock thrust up against my already-too-full pussy. I cried out even louder, but his kiss swallowed my shout.
    Even when he pulled his head up and stopped the kiss, he kept grinding our hips together , putting horrible, wonderful friction against my clit. “Oh, please no, Sir ,” he said.
    But I couldn’t speak. The pressure of his pelvis against my clitoris, his chest muscles rubbing against my nipples…it was all too much. I was on the verge of another intense orgasm and didn’t think I could stop it, particularly because of the painfully large toys he’d placed inside me.
    His hands left my hips, and he used the steel rods I was attached to for counter pressure as he continued to grind his pelvis against me. Then he squeezed my breasts, his fingers and thumbs pinching my nipples so hard I thought they were bound to pop off.
    “Oh, please!” I shouted, stil l panting for air. “Please no, Sir.”
    He kissed me again and eased the pressure just enough that the pain could drop off and I could slide into a climax.

 
    After that orgasm, we’d gone through the usual mealtime routine (roasted fish and asparagus with whole wheat couscous) and then he’d taken me into his lab.
    I was shocked to discover it wasn’t exactly a typical chemistry laboratory. Oh, there were chemists at work, all right, wearing lab coats and goggles and working with their Bunsen burners and whatnot. There were seven other people in there too, though, five men and two women, on a padded white pallet—fucking. Hard. All of them fucking each other without much rhyme or reason to who was fucking whom.
    “My test subjects,” he told me. “I recently gave the men my newest creation, a shot that increases libido and decreases inhibition. They’ve been going at it like that for a week. We’ve had to forcefully pull them apart and lock them in separate cages so they could eat, drink, and rest.”
    As he was telling me this, he was also shoving a metal ring between my teeth and using a belt to fasten it behind my head.
    “Eventually, you’re going to give those girls a break here and there. You’re not ready to be properly fucked yet, but you can help out some with your mouth and throat while I get the rest of my work done for the day.”
    He’d put my metal undergarments back in place, thank god, so none of them could actually get inside them, but he pulled some straps down from where they were hanging on the wall and used them to secure my arms behind my back and my ankles to my upper thighs.
    He picked me up and carried me to the corner where the orgy was taking place and dropped me on the pallet.
    As soon as the test subjects realized there was another body in their midst, one of the men pulled his monstrously large cock out of another man’s ass, straddled my chest, and forced it through the metal ring holding my teeth apart.
    I choked and gagged, but he fucked my throat like there was no tomorrow. I felt hands at my metal panties, trying to find a way to get them off. The fingers dug into my flesh, jerking hard at the thing and using fingernails trying to get to my other holes. My chastity belt thing seemed to be holding up. Eventually, he gave up and moved on to fuck someone else.
    The man fucking my throat shot his sperm into me three times, never slowing his thrusts, never softening even a bit, before he got off me and moved to another victim.
    Almost instantaneously, another cock was filling my throat. One of the other men mounted him, so the force of both of their thrusts pushed down against my head on the pallet, which hardly provided any protection from the hard floor beneath it at all.
    Several more times, I felt hands prying at my metal undergarments—both the panties and the bra. A few times, they tried so hard I was sure I would