Climax: The Collection

Chapter 3

Chapter 3

Title:Two c***s, One Ruined Cunt

Setting: Marcus’s penthouse playroom → rooftop terrace overlooking the city → back to the playroom

POV:Elena (first-person)

Pairing:Elena × Marcus × Sofia

Heat : Double penetration, forced continuous orgasm, heavy degradation/objectification, come swapping, spit-roasting, overstimulation to tears, free-use treatment, no mercy

I woke up with Marcus’s c**k already buried in my cunt.

It was still dark. His hand was locked around my throat, hips rolling in slow, deep strokes that forced last night’s loads out of me in wet, filthy sounds. I was sore. Swollen. Still full. He didn’t care.

“Company’s coming,” he murmured against my ear. “Be a good hole and stay wet.”

Twenty minutes later the private elevator opened and Sofia Reyes walked in wearing nothing but a long black coat and heels. She dropped the coat at the door. Perfect t**s, thick thighs, a freshly waxed cunt already shiny. She looked at me — naked, legs still spread, Marcus’s come leaking out of me onto the sheets — and smiled like she’d just been handed a new toy.

“You weren’t lying,” she said to Marcus. “She’s already a mess.”

Marcus pulled out of me with a wet sound and stood. His c**k glistened under the low lights.

“She’s yours too tonight. Use her however you want. She doesn’t get to decide.”

Sofia climbed onto the bed, straddled my face, and lowered her cunt onto my mouth without a word. The taste of her was sharp and clean and already wet. I licked. She grabbed my hair and rode my face hard while Marcus pushed my legs wider and shoved back into my used hole.

They didn’t speak to me. They spoke over me.

“f**k, her tongue’s good,” Sofia moaned, grinding down. “Make her choke on it.”

Marcus did. He reached up, pinched my nose shut, and forced my face deeper into Sofia’s cunt until I couldn’t breathe. Only when my eyes watered and my body started to jerk did he let me up for air — just long enough for a gasping breath — before shoving me back under.

They traded places without warning. Suddenly Sofia’s mouth was on my c**t, sucking hard, while Marcus fed his c**k down my throat. I gagged. Spit ran down my chin and between my t**s. Sofia pushed two fingers into my cunt, then three, then added a fourth while her tongue worked my c**t in mean little flicks. I came hard around her hand, choking on Marcus’s c**k, tears streaming.

They didn’t stop.

Marcus dragged me off the bed by the hair and walked me into the playroom. The walls were dark. There was a padded bench in the center, a mirror on every wall, and a heavy steel frame with restraints. He bent me over the bench, locked my wrists and ankles in place so I was completely spread and immobile, and stepped aside.

Sofia walked around me slowly, trailing her nails down my spine, over my ass, between my cheeks.

“Look at this gaping little cunt,” she said softly. “Still leaking your come. Perfect.”

She spat on it. Then she pushed two fingers in, scooped out a thick string of Marcus’s load, and shoved it into my mouth.

“Swallow.”

I did.

Marcus oiled his c**k and pressed the thick head against my ass. Sofia slid under me on the bench so her mouth was level with my c**t. Marcus pushed in. Slow. Relentless. The burn was sharp and deep. I cried out. Sofia licked my c**t the entire time he forced his way inside until his hips were flush against my ass.

Then Sofia moved.

She climbed up, straddled the bench facing me, and pushed her cunt against mine so our clits rubbed. Marcus started f*****g my ass in long, heavy strokes while Sofia ground against me and reached down to shove three fingers into my empty cunt. The stretch was insane. Two holes filled, c**t on c**t, no escape.

They made me come like that until I was sobbing.

Marcus pulled out of my ass, Sofia moved, and they switched without speaking. Suddenly Sofia’s smaller, slicker c**k-sleeve of a cunt was gone and Marcus was slamming back into my p***y while Sofia pressed the head of a thick black toy against my stretched asshole and worked it in. Once it was buried she turned it on — deep, heavy vibration — and held it there while Marcus f****d me.

I lost count of the orgasms. My vision went white. Drool ran from my open mouth onto the leather. Come and cunt juice and lube dripped in long strings onto the floor.

They took me to the rooftop next.

Still restrained at the wrists, still naked, still leaking. The night air was cold on my wet skin. The city glittered forty floors below. Marcus bent me over the glass railing so my t**s hung over the edge and f****d my ass while Sofia knelt behind him and licked his balls and the place where his c**k stretched me open. When he came he pulled out and painted my hole and lower back in thick ropes. Sofia immediately pushed the mess back inside me with her fingers, then licked them clean.

They brought me back downstairs.

This time they put me on my back on the bench, legs locked wide in the air. Marcus shoved his c**k down my throat. Sofia straddled my hips and sank onto my cunt, facing him, so they could kiss over my body while they used both ends of me. Every time Sofia rose and dropped, my body jolted. Every time Marcus thrust into my throat I gagged and drooled. They came almost together — Marcus flooding my mouth, Sofia grinding down hard as she soaked my already ruined cunt.

They didn’t stop after that.

For the next hour I was free-use. They swapped holes freely. They made me hold my legs open and describe how used I felt. They took turns slapping my c**t until I came from the pain. They fed me their come from each other’s mouths. They left me tied and open while they sat on the couch and drank whiskey, occasionally walking over to push fingers or c**k back into whatever hole looked emptiest.

When they finally unlocked the restraints my legs wouldn’t hold me. Marcus carried me to the shower, stood me under the spray, and f****d me one more time against the tile while Sofia watched and touched herself. He came inside me again. Sofia stepped in, pushed two fingers into me, scooped out the fresh load, and made me suck it off her hand.

They dried me off, put me back in the middle of the big bed, and lay on either side of me. Marcus’s c**k was still half-hard against my thigh. Sofia’s fingers idly played with the mess between my legs, pushing it back in every time it tried to leak out.

“Sleep,” Marcus said quietly. “We’re not finished with you. Not even close.”

I closed my eyes, full, sore, marked, and still dripping.

Two mouths. Two sets of hands. Two c***s that would open me again the second I drifted off.

I had never been so thoroughly ruined.

And they were only getting started.