Three Men Put Me Under at the Secluded Estate

It was a relief to be able to moan and scream without holding back my voice. Mateo had told me about that estate the night I met him at the bar on Mendoza Street, two months earlier now. I remember his hands, long and clean, holding a cigarette under the yellow light of the place. I couldn’t explain why, but watching him smoke made my skin hot, as if every drag was meant for me.

That first night, over whisky and slow kisses, I told him what I had never told anyone. I told him my fantasies without filters, the things I had spent years imagining in bed and hiding from shame. He gave me his in return with the same calm. He told me he had a property outside the city, far from the noise, far from neighbors and phones, equipped like a movie set.

At first I hesitated. A woman doesn’t get into a stranger’s car to go to an isolated house without thinking twice. But something in the way he looked at me told me that opportunity wasn’t going to come around again, and that even if I came out of there bruised, I was going to come out satisfied in a way I had never been before. He also told me about Rodrigo and Esteban, his two lifelong friends, his accomplices in this kind of play. We talked until the bar closed, planning every detail, every safeword, every limit.

***

The heat from the flame traveled through my belly from bottom to top. The three of them watched me in silence, attentive like spectators in a small theater. Mateo left the candle on my clit for a couple of seconds and a whimper escaped me without permission. Rodrigo didn’t wait: he slapped my face hard and came close to my ear, breathing heavily.

—If I hear you complain like that again, I’m going to make you eat shit. Do you hear me? —I nodded slowly—. Come on, princess, tell me with your mouth if you understood.

—Yes, daddy.

—That’s more like it.

My whole skin prickled. I knew perfectly well they weren’t going to show me any mercy, and that was exactly what had brought me to that estate.

—Enough —Mateo said—. Untie her.

Esteban loosened the ropes that held me hanging from the wooden frame and let me drop to the floor with a thud. There was no time to breathe. He grabbed my hair and yanked me up, keeping me close to his chest, still smelling the soap on his open shirt. He started kissing me with a quiet rage, biting my lip, while his free hand went back between my legs with the same desperation as the first time.

—Bring her here —Mateo ordered from the far end of the shed.

Esteban dragged me over to the old wooden table they had set up in the center. They had fitted it with leather cuffs on the sides and two foot supports, so my knees were bent and open toward the three of them. It was a humiliating position, completely exposed, and the mere fact of knowing it made me wetter.

They settled me between them. They tied my wrists, they tied my ankles. While Mateo checked the buckles, Esteban slowly licked my neck and breasts, stopping at each mark the clamps had left me. It was a cruel contrast: one hand holding me down with violence, one mouth caressing me with patience.

Before continuing the punishment, Mateo moved in to my still-swollen sex and began to suck. In that position I could feel every movement of his tongue, in and out, tracing my folds with an almost surgical intent. I was on the verge of madness. He devoured me as if I were a delicacy, and meanwhile his fingers went deep inside until they found the exact spot that made me lose control. I let out a warm gush that soaked his face and the table, and he didn’t stop. On the contrary, he laughed against my skin and kept going.

When I looked up, Rodrigo and Esteban already had their pants at their knees and were masturbating in front of me. They came close, one on each side of my head, and put their cocks over my face. I took turns, without stopping moaning, feeling how each one pushed me down to the back of my throat when it was his turn.

Rodrigo’s was thick, short, and very hard. Esteban’s was longer, with veins standing out like blue cords under the skin. Swallowing between one and the other became impossible.

—The bitch sucks so well —Esteban panted, looking at Mateo—. She’s experienced. We’re going to enjoy her a lot.

—His moans drive me crazy —Rodrigo said, grabbing my chin so I’d look at him while I sucked him.

Mateo pulled away from my sex, stood up, and lowered his pants along with his underwear. When I barely lifted my head, I almost lost my breath. He had the biggest cock of the three, straight, thick, with a glossy head. He rested it against my opening, took a couple of seconds as if calculating, and drove in with one hard thrust that tore a scream from my gut.

At his order, Rodrigo and Esteban removed the thin rods they had pinned between my breasts. A drop of blood ran down the side of my left breast and Mateo leaned in, without stopping his thrusts, to lick it clean with his tongue. The gesture was more disturbing than painful. It made me feel like I belonged to him in a way that went beyond the physical.

The force with which he fucked me was unlike anything I knew. I could feel his cock touching places inside me that had never been touched before. Seeing his face concentrated, almost angry, only made me hotter. It was beautiful, in a twisted way, hearing all three of them pant at once, in different tones, like some uncoordinated choir.

Mateo sped up until I felt his cock throbbing inside me. His cum came warm and filled me. When he pulled out, he didn’t withdraw completely. He stroked my vulva with the wet tip and gave my clit two soft taps, like a signature.

—Next —he said, stepping aside.

Rodrigo didn’t waste a second. He positioned himself between my legs and entered in one motion, while Mateo took his place above, offering me the cock still wet so I could clean it with my mouth. Esteban joined in on the other side. I was sucking one and feeling the other, with Rodrigo pounding into me from the front. I didn’t know where to look, or what to think. I didn’t want to think.

At some point Rodrigo removed the plug that had been lodged in my ass since the beginning of the session. He dropped it onto the table with a hard clack and sank into me there, without extra lube, without patience.

—Even after all that, this pussy is still tight —he muttered—. Incredible.

His cock went in and out with force, my breasts bouncing against my own chest with every thrust. Esteban squeezed my nipples until I arched my back, and Mateo held me by the hair, setting the pace for the blowjob. Meanwhile, Rodrigo rubbed my clit with two clumsy fingers that still made me shake. He pulled out sharply and spilled everything outside, over my belly and thighs, marking me as territory. Esteban didn’t want to be left behind. Before coming in my mouth, he also unloaded part of it inside me, mixing everything together.

***

They left me alone for a long while. I don’t know how long. Maybe twenty minutes, maybe an hour. I lost track of time between the buzz of my breathing and the echo of the low music coming from some hidden speaker. I felt numb, my arms heavy, my nipples throbbing with a dull pain. I thought about asking them to stop. I thought about the safeword, repeating it to myself mentally like a prayer. I didn’t say it.

When they came back, they were carrying a small bag of silver tacks and a metal speculum that gleamed under the cold light of the shed. Esteban laughed when he saw me open my eyes.

—We’re not done with you yet, princess.

They filled my vagina with lube, cold and abundant, and slowly inserted the speculum. They opened it little by little until I was completely exposed. Rodrigo opened the bag and let the tacks fall inside, one by one, listening to the metallic tinkle against the speculum. The three of them laughed at the same time, a low, masculine, conspiratorial laugh that made me feel very small and very aroused.

On the table there was also a thick, penis-shaped vibrator. They covered it in lube and eased it into my ass, slowly this time. When they turned it on, a jolt ran up my back to the nape of my neck. They put the clamps back on my nipples, tightening the screws until tears started to gather in my eyes. And as if something were still missing, Mateo brought a small suction device and pressed it against my clit, leaving it running on its own.

I stayed like that for what felt like forever. Pleasure and pain blended into the same point in my body, indistinguishable from one another. When the orgasm finally came, it hit all at once, arching my back against the wood and making me feel every one of the tacks stabbing me from the inside. I screamed so loudly that the shed threw the sound back at me. And just when I stopped shaking, Mateo slapped my face cleanly, perfectly, almost tenderly.

—Good girl —he said.

I looked at him, breathless, my heart pounding against my ribs and my eyes full of tears that weren’t from sadness. I knew this was only just beginning. I had known it since that first night at the bar on Mendoza Street, when I saw him smoking and said yes to him.

To be continued.