Red light flashing

The two men prepare her. Johnny and Malik. Johnny pulses his fingers in and out of her soaking pussy. He takes his time, enjoying her moans.

Malik attaches clamps to her nipples. The pain not as high as she expected, the rubber only pinching her nipples, not digging into her flesh.

He clicks a small button on them and they vibrate. She's becoming eager now. Her overpowering lust creating an animal inside her. Johnnys slow strokes of her pussy are interrupted by the pinching of her clit.

She looks down to see Malik's hand has joined Johnny's gentle one. He pinches her clit and rolls it making it nice and swollen before snapping on a clamp.

It stings the sensitive nerve. But along with her pussy being thrust into. She enjoys the feeling in a obscene, humiliating way.

"Time for your ride whore." Malik tells her. She's dragged to the boy with a grip on her arm. When in position, her hole hovering over the boys ready beast, she's gagged. A hard black ball placed in her mouth, and the straps secured round her head. They deeply dig into her cheeks. She won't be able to push it out.

Her hands are then yanked behind her back and her arms are tied from wrist to elbow.

This forces her tits to be thrust out, her back to be arched. Finally Johnny grabs a hold of the boys big hard cock, and positions it at her hole.

Then from behind she's shoved down onto him. The full length of the boys massive cock fills her and she cries out through the gag.

"Fuck him. Hard and fast. Ride that cock like the hungry cunt you are. Now!"

She begins to move. Slowly rising up and then pulling down. Her pussy squeezing around his cock as she moves. After getting her bearings and adjusting to his huge size, she picks up speed. Riding his dick hard enough to force her tits bounce against her ribs.

She's enjoying it. And she hates that she's getting pleasure from something so horrid. She gets rougher, bouncing and grinding on the teen beneath her. Her orgasm about to burst from her she looks up to Malik. Her eyes asking permission.

"Come. You Filthy fucking Slag."

She explodes hugely. Her whole body shaking, she falls against the boy's chest in an exhausted heap.

"Keep going whore. The poor boy hasn't come yet! You will keep fucking and keep coming until he does."

She can barely pull her body off him. With some effort. She sits straight and continues to ride him. She's slower now, her orgasm making her extra sensitive.

"Faster! Or I'll have you fucked in the arse at the same time!"

She speeds up and begins to pound the boy with her tight pussy. An orgasm to chase forces her faster, and harder. The muffled moans exiting her gag are animalistic, inhuman.

She explodes again. And before she has chance to slow or pause, Malik gets behind her, grabs her waist and forces her to fuck the boy beneath her. He speeds her up and her orgasm quickly rolls into another. And another.

He counts 5 orgasms and then wrapping a hand round to her front, clicks the hidden button on the clamp pinching her clit. The vibrations are strong and she doesn't stand a chance.

Her orgasms are constant. She doesn't get a break in between. Malik continues to force her movements. Pulling on her hips and then slamming them back down. Over and over again.

The boy finally comes. Exploding inside of her. His cries of release loud through his gag.

Sophia gets lifted from him. Happy for a needed break on her beaten pussy.

They take her further into the room. Her hands are released from behind her back, and instead pulled above her head. A chain dangling from the ceiling is pulled down to her and then the cuffs attached.

They lower the chain and allow her to sit. Malik stands before her. "We're going to give you a small break. If it were up to me, you wouldn't of even had one."

Before he walks away, he leans down and reaches his hand out. With a flick or his wrist. He switches the clamp at her clit back on. It's on full strength. She'll come a few more times before they return to her. Her nipple clamps still sending vibrations through her tits.

She comes repeatedly, and when they return she can barely see.

Through her blurred vision, she makes out a number of silhouettes. Not only 3.

"It's playtime sweetheart." Y calls out to her.

She can't tell the people apart, she doesn't know how many are there. She can see them as if looking through stained glass. In front of them all is the red light flashing. The camera.

"You noticed sweetheart. Wondered how long it would take you to realise we're live."

Y steps forward. And walks right to her. He rips the clamp from her, a scream flows from her aching mouth.

"Let's give them a show to remember!"