Don't Leave So Soon Pt. 5 (Christina Hendricks)

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Don't Leave So Soon Pt. 5
Starring: Christina Hendricks

Themes: Big Tits, Mystery/Suspense,

Disclaimer: This story is purely fictional. This is fiction, it did NOT happen. Fantasy is legal. Please do not copy this story to any site without my permission.

This series is dedicated to Psylent21. The idea and celeb choice were his. If you would like your own series with your celeb of choice and ideas written by me, check out my Patreon.
Before reading this chapter, I strongly recommend going back and reading the previous chapters. Massive spoilers ahead if you haven't. Find the other chapters here: Pt. 1, Pt. 2, Pt. 3 and Pt. 4



Los Angeles, California

Pitch black was all Christina Hendricks could see, as the door was now shut. She had no clue about this mysterious place she had wandered into after following that locked staircase. The one thing she did know was that she was not alone in this room. Turning around, she gasped before glancing at the barred window to the door she was previously peeking into. The sound of footsteps, possibly in the darkness where she stood. Her heartbeat was racing at the feeling of fight or flight.

"Who's there!? Show yourself!"

Christina screamed as she turned around to face the darkness. She then felt that hand brushing against her back again. Someone was in the room with her and was now shoving her against the left wall with force. She squealed in pain, screaming in a panic.

"Get the fuck off me!"

She was easily overpowered by this mysterious person or thing. Christina could not see anything now as she was away from the only light source between the bars of the door window. Her chest and hands pressed against the cold concrete wall as she felt the breath of a stranger blowing past the right side of her neck.

"You don't have any business being down here. What the fuck do you think you're doing down here trespassing!?

The voice barked at her with authority, but it did not sound familiar by any means despite belonging to a man. Whoever this person was, Christina knew it was not anyone she had met so far in the hotel. She grunted before screaming back at the person.

"Trespassing? You're calling me a fucking trespasser!? You better not be! The door was wide open!"

No reply was spoken as Christina suddenly felt strong hands gripping her wrists.

"What the fuck are you doing!? Get your fucking hands OFF ME!!"

A strange clanking sound followed her yelling voice. Christina felt cold metal around her left wrist and then the sound of a lock clicking into place.

"Shut up, bitch!"

The man screamed back at her as he quickly locked her other hand into another wrist cuff. She had no idea what this man was doing, but now she was handcuffed from behind. The cuffs covered a wide area of her wrist and did not feel like normal handcuffs. Christina struggled in the restraints before she felt some kind of ball pushing into her mouth. Her eyes widened as she panicked, unable to struggle with her hands restrained behind her back. The ball pushed past her lips, and then she felt something locking behind her head. It took Christina a moment to realize she was now ball-gagged. Her screams were muffled, and now her vision was entirely blinded as this stranger had put something around her eyes. This fabric was also tied behind her head, nearly loosening her ponytail.

"Open up, we're ready!"

His loud voice was heard again as the man pulled Christina to step in front of the other door. She heard a lock click before it opened. Her heels stomped forward across the hard floor as she was led into the room. The man kept one hand on her shoulder and was poking something into her back. Christina speculated that it could have been a baton or another weapon. She had no other choice but to walk forward as she was led into one room after another. Before she had met this stranger, she felt that she was so close to discovering the hidden secrets of the Miracle Light Inn hotel. Every day of her stay, she felt that something was not right at this place. Christina could not shake the feeling that she was now being escorted into some dark halls. The more she thought about it, nothing made sense at the hotel.

Not even this incident made sense to Christina. The stairwell had been left unlocked for a reason. She could easily recall that conversation with Brent last night, where he practically taunted her to venture down there. As she stomped her heels on the concrete floor, she thought about that moment. Whoever this man was, he had to be escorting her to see the man who called himself the boss. There was no question in her mind that he was the man who left the door unlocked to the stairwell. This man, who had handcuffed, gagged, and blindfolded her, must have been part of Brent's plan. More voices were soon heard in the background as Christina could hear a wolf-whistling sound of 'fiu fiu' followed by hands clapping. That noise at least told her that she was not alone in whatever environment she was being walked into.

"Right on time."

Another voice called out, seemingly close to where she must have been standing. With her vision blocked, Christina was only left to guess and wonder where she was being taken. She was halted on her feet before a door opened. The man then escorted her into what she assumed to be some kind of room. Her heels stomped loudly to break the silence as the blindfold was removed from her eyes. Christina widened her eyes to gaze around the room. She was greeted with white concrete walls and a grey floor to make up what was a small four-by-four room. A black metal chair sat in the center of the room with metallic silver wrist cuffs on the armrests. The chair was intimidating to look at, but Christina guessed she would be sitting there soon.

"When I take these cuffs off, I want you to sit down and place your arms in the locks. Do you understand me?"

The man spoke in a stern voice, still standing directly behind her. There was no way for her to reply with a ball gag muting her voice. Christina nodded her head to answer him.

"Are you gonna be a good girl? Cause we can do this the easy way or the hard way. I'd prefer we do it easy."

Nodding her head again, Christina made a muffled sound as if she were trying to say 'yes'. He uncuffed her right wrist first, then slowly undid the left one. Now was her chance to turn around and look at the man, but he did not give her a chance. He shoved her forward, prompting her to hurry up and sit down in the chair. The cold metal of the chair was felt beneath her forearms as Christina placed her hands down on the arm rest. She finally had a chance to look at the man who had led her into this room. Her eyes widened as she noticed he was a tall, muscular black man dressed in strange red robes that covered his entire body. The robes were tied around his waist, revealing a muscular chest that was covered in tattoos. Muscles bulged from his arms, unlike any man she had witnessed so far during her week at the hotel.

Her wrists were sitting in the metal cuff restraints. Christina watched as he locked the left wrist, then heard the clicking sound of the right cuff locking over her other arm. She gazed up, taking a deep breath as she studied the man's appearance. The bright light above had shone down over his bald head to highlight textures. He did not bother looking at her face at all, something that caught Christina by surprise. Now that he had her restrained in the chair, he turned his back to her and began to walk towards the door. She noticed some kind of symbol was painted or stitched into the back of his robes. Due to the silky, dark red color and black design, she could not make out what the symbol was. He stepped out of the door, and then she heard it shut with locks clicking into place. All Christina could do was sit there and breathe from her nostrils.

Deep within the basement of the Miracle Light Inn hotel, this must have been the inner sanctum. Hidden away from all guests and residents to see. The concrete walls stood in stark contrast to the grandiose luxury Christina had witnessed during her stay. It was almost like stepping into another world, away from prying eyes. Christina knew from her first night here that something was not right with this place. There had to be a catch somewhere. Whatever the answer was, she felt as if she were no closer to finding it than she was before journeying down that staircase to find this place. Christina knew Brent had arranged all of this in advance. Only he would know to leave that barred door unlocked to the stairwell. Now she was beginning to feel as if she had walked into some twisted game that he was playing. Brent had much to answer for once they were finally face-to-face again.

Sitting there and thinking about last night, Christina went over everything in the back of her head. She recalled him telling her that the hotel was built over an old building. What he said about concrete walls must have also applied to the basement foundations. It was easy to come up with assumptions, but they still did not answer her questions. None of the previous men she shared one-night stands with could answer her when she spoke of the oddities she had witnessed at this hotel. From the first night, Christina vividly remembered when she saw a woman with a collar locked around her neck in the music lounge. The next day, she stumbled down a hallway while exploring the hotel when she thought she saw a mistress. It was hard to forget witnessing that shirtless man crawling on all fours with a collar locked around his neck, held on a chain leash.

She was so close to the hidden truths, yet Christina still felt the real answer was far away. Was this the core of the rotten apple? Another question she had to wonder about. It seemed the further she explored this hotel, the stranger it became. Here she was, ball-gagged with her wrists locked into restraints on a metal chair, left to think about what she had learned. When Christina gazed forward, her eyes were met with the sight of a two-way mirror. She saw her reflection and realized that the ball in her mouth was a bright red color. The mirror looked like one from an interrogation room, almost giving her the feeling that this was some deranged film set piece. It was not hard for her to guess that Brent was standing on the other side of the mirror. Who else was with him to witness her restrained and ball-gagged in a chair like this? There was no way for her to see who was behind the mirror as her reflection gazed back at her.

All Christina could do was sit and think to herself while locked in the chair. Like so many times throughout the days, she found herself thinking about Toby. That young man she had met her first night at the hotel had left such an impression on her. His memory was beginning to feel distant now that she had other men after him from her one night stands. The one night she did not find something odd at the hotel, she met the two men calling themselves 'the twins'. Bobby and Phil had proven to add another layer of strangeness to her stay, as their romp had a feeling of arrangement to it. The twins certainly had experience working together when it came to fucking. She closed her eyes for a moment, but was startled at the sound of the door opening. Christina glanced to her right, watching as Brent made his entrance into the room.

"Well, well...."

A light chuckle followed his words. There was no mistaking that smug grin running across the man's face. Brent had the look of a champion, as if he was ready to put his hands on a shiny trophy. There was no other way for her to feel while locked in this chair. He wore a dark blue pinstriped suit, similar to the black outfit from last night. When the door shut behind him, Christina closed her eyes and raised her head. She felt helpless to breathe out of her nose. Upon re-opening her eyes, she noticed two fluorescent light tubes on the ceiling. The lights appeared cheap compared to the fancy light fixtures upstairs in the hotel. It was just another reminder that she was somewhere underground.

"Good morning, Christina. It appears were seeing each other much sooner than you may have thought."

The arrogance oozed from his voice, complete with a small laugh to finish his words. Christina looked up at Brent, who was now standing directly in front of her. His shadow fell across her pale skin. She was thinking of what she planned to say to him once the ball gag was removed from her mouth. His eyes glanced below her face to see her heavy breasts in the black blouse she was wearing. Typical man, she thought to herself. Of course, he had to take a look at her chest before undoing the ball gag. He reached behind her and carefully undid the straps before pulling them away. Christina immediately gasped and exhaled deeply.

"What the fuck kind of place is this!?"

She screamed at him before gritting her teeth. Brent could see the anger among confusion in her deep blue eyes. All he did was grin, flashing his full teeth as he raised his right hand index finger to his lips.

"Shhhh! I told you it's a secret to everybody."

"You knew I was gonna come down here. You left the stairwell door unlocked for a reason."

He nodded at her.

"Yeah, I did. You impressed me last night. I had one hell of a night fucking you. I'm a little surprised you didn't wait a day to sleep it off. You got your nosey ass right out of bed and found your way down here. You've got balls, I give you that."

With a sigh, Christina rolled her eyes at him.

"If you were gonna leave that door unlocked and open the one at the bottom of the stairs, you should've greeted me. That would've been much easier than having some asshole push and shove on me with handcuffs, a blindfold, and that stupid ball gag."

From how she expressed displeasure at the gag, Brent glanced down at his right hand to give it a quick look. Christina noticed his eyes, hoping that he did not put it back on to shut her up.

"Do I look like the kind of man that would spoil a surprise? The guard handling you was a test."

She gave him a dirty look before speaking.

"A test? What the fuck is that supposed to mean?"

Brent laughed at her question as he gazed back into her deep blue eyes. They stared at each other for a moment, with Christina making sure he seen the disgust in her face. It was enough for him to glance away and shove his hands into his pockets. He began to slowly walk around the chair, circling her in a counter-clockwise direction. After two laps, Brent began to speak again.

"I wanted to see how you would react to authority."

Standing behind her, Brent stopped in his tracks. He leaned into her left ear before speaking again.

"You're a nosey bitch, you know that?"

His voice was low, almost whispering in her ear. Christina smirked as he called her a bitch. She was not intimidated by Brent, regardless of whether she was currently restrained to a chair.

"I could've told you that last night."

He moved his head away from her ear, but not before blowing his breath down the side of her neck. Brent stepped in front of her again. Their eyes met as Christina called out to him again.

"I knew something wasn't right from the first night I slept in this hotel. Nothing feels normal at all. You knew I was gonna see what was down here."

"You keep saying that."

Quirking her eyebrows, Christina nodded as she spoke again.

"What are you hiding down here, Mr. Boss?"

A smile was not suffice with her words. Christina had to taunt him with the one word he liked to be called last night. Her statement was enough to drop the smug grin from his face. Brent reached his right hand into his jacket to pull out a shiny silver key. It had an antique design with a crown on top, similar to a vintage skeleton key. Brent unlocked her right wrist first, then the left. His eyes never left hers, as if the man were expecting her to attack him. Christina had thought about slapping him in the face after this rude introduction, but she held back from doing so. He motioned with his right hand for her to stand up. Once Christina was out of the chair, Brent walked to the door. She watched him open it before he motioned with his hand again for her to follow him.

"Come here, Christina. I'll show you what we've got down here, since you're so curious."

Stepping out of the room, Christina noticed four pathways that made up a small hallway. The concrete walls were all the same, matching the floor. Brent led her down the left hall. Christina's heels clicked and clacked loudly. Both sides of the hall revealed black steel barred doors. It looked like a prison, with cells divided by barred doors, but they were all empty. She counted four on each side before noticing that each cell contained a different device. One had some kind of metal table with straps. Another room had a similar device, but it appeared to be some kind of sex machine.

"So you're running a sex dungeon down here. Is that it?"

Her words made Brent chuckle.

"You might think it's all me, but I'm only one man."

He stopped and turned around to grin at her. Christina's expression was not one of shock and horror. Now that she had learned what was down here, her mind was almost at ease. She still had many questions, as not all truths had yet been revealed. Brent turned his back to her again and proceeded to walk her down another corridor and into a large room. He was still playing tour guide as they entered a large square room. Another woman walked through a doorway on the opposite side. Christina's eyes shifted to this other woman, who stood tall in a pair of hooker boots. Her outfit was made of black latex, covering every curve of her body. She had a busty chest, completely exposed by the style of her outfit. They were a similar size to Christina's own chest, but appeared to be fake. Her hair was definitely dyed a much brighter red than Christina's, with long locks flowing beyond her shoulders. Christina was not intimidated by this other woman as she looked into her dark brown eyes.

The latex outfit and body language had given off vibes that she was some kind of mistress who lurked among the dungeon. In a weird way, Christina could see a reflection of herself in this red-haired woman. Almost as if she were some specter of what she herself could become down here. The woman did not utter a single word as she walked past them, her boots stomping loudly on the floor with authority. Brent smiled at her and gave a silent nod. Christina noticed this, but she had no idea what kind of quiet communication they may have been doing with one another. When the woman glanced back at her, Christina noticed her eyes surveying her body. The devious grin the woman had was enough to tell Christina that she was attracted to her, but she did not speak. She simply walked off, leaving the Hollywood actress to see the back of her latex outfit.

"I take it that she's a mistress."

Brent smirked at her comment.

"She earned that title. If I wasn't standing here, she would've made you get down on your fucking knees and kiss her boots."

That remark was enough to make Christina drop any smile she may have had. It still did not take away the feeling she had that this woman was some reflection of herself. Maybe that could be her in the future. Brent began to walk again, knowing Christina was following behind him as he led them into another small square room. A black metal table was pushed against the wall with a stack of papers on it. From witnessing that, Christina began to think they were running a tight operation that included paperwork. Brent looked her in the eyes while crossing his arms.

"So now you know what's down here. Are you satisfied now?"

Christina looked at him unamused. She crossed her arms over her busty chest, mocking Brent with the same body language.

"Not really. All you've shown me are a few rooms with locked cells and one of your mistresses down here. I know you're hiding something else down here."

He flashed his teeth in a grin before chuckling. His laugh almost had a sinister tone.

"Christina, you have no idea how big this place is. Believe me, it's huge."

"I think I do. You left the door open for a reason. You wanted me to come down here."

"I never denied it."

She pouted before speaking again.

"Then why have me come down here? I've seen the women in this place wearing collars and chained up. If you really wanted me bad enough, why didn't you make a move like that?"

Deep down, Christina believed she knew why Brent did not make a forceful move on her. It had to do with her status as a Hollywood actress. That had to be the reason why, or so she believed. Someone like her with credibility attached to their name could blow the whistle and start a scandal about the Midnight Light Inn. Thinking about that was enough to make her think that she may not be allowed to leave this dungeon. The possibility of her walking directly into a trap had not crossed Christina's mind until now. Brent did not appear intimidated by her as he leaned in. Their noses were an inch apart as he replied in a low voice.

"Those women you speak of came willingly to us. Do you really think you're the only person to ever stay here and get curious about what's behind the walls? We have connections outside the hotel."

His eyes remained locked on her as he took a step back. By 'we', she figured he was not describing the hotel's management. There was something else at play here, hidden away in the shadows.

"Why me? It seems that you went through a lot of trouble to lure me down here. You could've simply knocked on my door one day and asked."

He laughed in response to her words.

"Look at yourself, Christina. You're forty-seven years old and single. You don't have the baggage of a family holding you back from enjoying yourself."

Brent reached for her chin with his right hand. He tilted her head, making sure that he had the attention of her eyes as he continued speaking.

"I can introduce you to a lifestyle you never knew you wanted."

She glanced away from him. That was enough for Brent to move his hand away from her face. As she stood there thinking about it, Christina bit her lower lip. She knew his watchful eye would be observing her every move. Today was not the first time she felt the desire to be a mistress like the one she had witnessed. At the same time, Christina could not shake the thought that Brent would simply allow her to leave if she said no.

"What if I say no? Are you gonna lock me up down here?"

"No. Everyone down here has made a choice. They signed their name on the dotted line, just like you do when you put your name on those contracts for your movies and shows."

Christina broke eye contact, dropping her eyes for a moment. Brent stepped away from her and back towards the door.

"If you want to leave now, I'll show you the way to an exit that leads up another stairwell."

So he was just going to allow her to leave so easily? Christina found that odd, but she believed Brent was telling the truth. It was the only way that this kind of operation could be sustained. The more she thought about it, the answers he gave her were only pieces to a puzzle that had yet to be completed. There had to be something else going on down here.

"So, if I wanna be a mistress like the one I saw earlier, I just sign my name on something?"

"No, not quite. I told you that woman had earned the right to call herself that. She had the proper training."

Brent began to circle around her. The sound of his shoes stomping into the floor followed in a clockwise pattern.

"You would need training if that's what you want to become. Everyone down here starts from the bottom. Remember what I said—it's a choice of lifestyle. You need to read the contract first before signing it. Do you wanna go now, and I'll send you a copy up to your room?"

Shaking her head, Christina quickly responded.

"No, I'll look over it while I'm down here. Mind if I ask you something, Brent?"

"Go ahead, babe."

"Aren't you afraid that I might take that contract and call up a nice journalist and let them know what's really going on down here? You're basically giving me evidence if I wanted to leak a story?"

Her words only made Brent smile.

"Why would I be afraid of that? I told you that we have connections. I know all about the deals that happen under the table in your line of work. I've heard about the parties at producer's mansions. I'm sure you could tell me all about certain people if I started to name them."

Swallowing her breath, Christina felt her heart begin to race. She glanced away from his face as Brent continued speaking.

"I'm not scared of you trying to tell a journalist about this place. You've been in the film business long enough to have seen some dirty stuff, I'm sure."

Her eyes gazed back at his face as she nodded.

"Yeah, I have my secrets. Who doesn't?"

Brent did not reply as he walked over to the desk and pulled out a piece of paper. Christina stepped behind him, and then she noticed that the stack of printed paper was the contract. He stepped aside as he moved one contract paper to the front of the table for her to read. Christina felt her heart race again when she read the first words as 'Slave contract'.

"Oh my..."

A BDSM contract was not something Christina had never heard of. She had heard tales of the written and printed papers through her social circles in Hollywood. Some of her friends had ventured into the lifestyle, often giving her recommendations if she ever wanted to experience something new. Brent's words carried some truths from her experiences. Rumors were always swirling around about producers and other people in studios who had their own dirty secrets. This contract ensured her safety, as she would have new living quarters in a prison cell. While the contract began with the word 'slave', there was nothing in it about a guaranteed master. Christina could only assume that she would be in Brent's care. It all came down to a question of trust with him.

"What am I supposed to do if my agent calls and needs me to leave and do something?"

"We'll help take care of that. The contract is for your initial training. It will last an entire thirty days, starting from the day you sign it."

Thirty days. That was pretty much an entire month locked down in a dungeon. Christina let out a sigh before speaking again.

"That's a long time. I will be getting phone calls by next week, if that."

"Don't worry about it. You have my word that you can have your phone down here."

If that was the case, Brent was playing a dangerous game. Christina smirked at the thought of having access to her phone while playing this game of servitude. If something went wrong, she had an escape hatch.

"Thirty days is the initial training. After that, you're free to leave unless you want to come back for more. Everyone starts at the bottom. That woman you saw earlier was once a slave. She put in the time and effort to climb the ranks and earn her title of mistress."

Brent spoke as he stood behind her. Christina pondered before she replied.

"That will be a vacation for me. As soon as my thirty days are up, I will have to go back to work. Maybe by then I'll have a new TV show or something."

"You're not gonna get a free step up the ladder just because you're a famous actress."

She turned to glare at him. Christina flashed the front row of her teeth, smirking. Brent may not have been taunting her, but that was not going to stop her from giving him that look. At this point, she had made up her mind.

"Do you have a pen? I'm ready to sign."

He blinked, as if the man needed to do a double-take at hearing her words. Christina felt so smug, standing there in confidence of the decision she had just made.

"Are you sure you don't wanna think about it? We can do this tomorrow."

"Why do you want me to wait all of a sudden? That only gives me time to change my mind later on."

Placing his left hand on her shoulder, Brent spoke again.

"Once you sign the contract, the initiation will be arranged within hours."

Christina raised an eyebrow.

"Initiation? What is that?"

His lips curled into a sinister grin, revealing his full teeth.

"Your first taste of life on the inside. It's a real surprise that I don't want to spoil. The question is, do you think you can handle it today? I can assure you that it will not be easy on you. You can take a day or two and wait if you'd like."

Was he trying to challenge her with those words? Christina almost wanted to taunt him in response, but she knew a better way to reply. She snapped her fingers at him, knowing that would likely annoy him.

"Just give me a pen so I can sign this."

Brent dropped his smile as he stared back at her. Christina could see the irritated expression on his face from the corner of her right eye. He reached inside his jacket and pulled out a black ballpoint pen. Christina took it from him and then pulled the cap from the pen. She pressed it down over the dotted line at the bottom and signed her signature. Brent stood there as the sole witness to her contract signing. It was done. Christina let out a sigh now that she had signed herself over to this new lifestyle that awaited her. Brent took the pen and returned it to his jacket. She watched him pull out a pair of wrist cuffs from inside his jacket. Christina sighed, knowing she should have guessed that her hands would be restricted again. She obediently held her wrists up and watched him lock the large stainless steel cuff over her right wrist before giving the left equal treatment.

At least this time she was handcuffed up front. Brent took her contract and folded it up before carefully slipping it inside the inner pocket of his jacket. He then grabbed her right arm and began to lead her out of the small room as she was cuffed. Christina kept her head down and listened to the sound of her heels echoing loudly over the concrete floor. They went down two hallways and a short corridor. Within minutes, this began to feel as if it were a perp walk in custody. Brent led her to an area with the word "HOLDING" painted in large black letters over a wall. Two men in red robes, similar to the man she first encountered today, stood nearby as if they were guards. Brent gestured at one of them as he walked towards the double steel-barred doors to unlock them. Christina stood there and watched the doors slide open as she realized this was some form of a holding cell. The guard stepped towards her and then pulled at her wrist cuffs. Christina raised her hands for him to unlock the cuffs.

"You'll stay here for the next few hours. I'll see to it that you're brought lunch and some drinks."

She walked through the open steel doors and then listened to them slide back into place. Christina turned around as she heard the locks click into place. She looked through the bars to see Brent one last time.

"Your first order is to strip down and put on the white robes left for you. The guards will take your clothes back up to your room later."

"Is that all?"

"From here on out, it will be yes sir or yes master. Understood? After the initiation, you'll be expected to show a little bit of respect to everyone here."

Christina nodded.

"Yes sir, I understand."

He turned his back to her before walking off and leaving her in the holding cell. Christina's eyes wandered across the room to see a large bed pushed against the wall, fitted with black sheets and a pillow. The white robes he mentioned were sitting there folded up on the bed. That must have been the uniform for prisoners, at least before the initiation. From the way Brent talked about that event, it almost sounded like a rite of passage or some form of ritual. Christina thought about the strange choice of outfits with robes and the symbol she thought she had seen on the back of the first guard she encountered. This dungeon was beginning to feel as if it belonged to a cult of some sort. Her eyes wandered across the room as she saw a door with a sign that simply read 'Bathroom and shower'. At least she would have some privacy in there, she thought to herself.

Since she already had a shower earlier today, Christina did not feel the need to take another. She slid her hands to the front of her black pants and unbuttoned them after stepping out of her high heels. The cold feeling of the hard floor was felt under her soles as she slid her pants off and stood in a matching black thong. She took a few steps forward before pulling her blouse off. No bra was needed to contain her giant natural F-cup breasts as they flopped around. The last piece of attire to be stripped from her body was the thong. She took a moment to glance behind her right shoulder to see if the guards outside were watching when she slid the thong down. They were away from the door, likely leaving her behind with no fear since she was behind a locked door. Christina let out a sigh as she felt a cool breeze blow over her naked body. The coolness of the dungeon inadvertently made her nipples hard. One way or another, she had the feeling that tonight she would be getting fucked again. It would be a different tale than the one-night stands that had lasted throughout the week.

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2 HOURS LATER

Time passed slowly inside the holding cell as Christina sat on the bed in her white robes. She dangled her left foot from the bed, impatiently waiting for Brent to return. Across the room, she had stacked an empty bowl and glass of wine after having lunch. French onion soup and chardonnay wasn't the type of food she'd expected as a slave. The guards had asked her if she wanted more to eat, but Christina declined. All she could do was sit and consider what Brent had planned for her. As the hours passed, she could hear all sorts of commotion outside the holding cell. There were men coming and going, others were talking and running down the halls. With no phone or watch, she had lost all track of time. Letting out a sigh, she fixed her hair up while sitting on the bed. The intricate bun had been undone hours ago, and now her orange locks flowed freely behind her shoulders. As she sat there, Christina was alerted to the sound of a man clearing his throat.

"It's time."

Brent's voice was indistinguishable from any other man's. Christina got up from the bed and walked to the barred door. She noticed Brent had changed his clothes from the posh suit to a silky blue robe with gold lining. It was not unlike the robes that the guards were wearing, but a different color. Black boots covered his feet while a pair of shiny stainless steel wrist cuffs were waiting in his hands. As soon as the doors slid open, Christina raised her hands for him to cuff. Since she had not been given any shoes to go with her own white robes, she had slipped her feet back into her black heels. With the cuffs locked around her wrists, Brent shut the cell door and then began to walk in front of her.

"Come on, follow me."

"Where are we going, master?"

"To the initiation room."

Christina swallowed her breath. From how he previously spoke of this initiation, she was beginning to grow nervous, as if it were some kind of ritual. The back of Brent's robes displayed a symbol, almost identical to the one she had seen on the back of the guards' robes, but once again Christina could not make out what it was. The black design nearly blended in with the silky fabric of his robe. She glanced away from his back, studying the concrete floor for a moment as she walked behind Brent. He made several turns, leading her down long corridors and a few hallways. This underground prison was a true labyrinth. Christina wondered how many floors it went down to or what buildings attached to the hotel also belonged to this underground secret. Brent led her down one last hallway with a barred steel door that was identical to the sliding doors of the cells.

"Let me see your hands."

She held her hands up, and he unlocked the wrist cuffs with a key. The room was dark, with some odd glare coming from what appeared to be a stack of television sets against the wall. Three smaller screens were lined up in a row with one large, wide screen underneath it. White lights emitted from the screens eating away at the darkness in the center of the room. Christina noticed some kind of odd platform in the center of the room. It was padded with red cushions and had a chain connected to a bolt on the front side. Brent walked her closer, and then she saw that the chain connected to a shiny, metal collar. The length of the chain appeared to be a few feet long. Christina knew he was about to put the collar on her neck.

"Strip."

Without replying in words, Christina untied the robe from her waist and dropped it to the floor. She stood naked until she leaned over the padded platform to raise her head. Brent may have been impressed by her obedience, or perhaps now. He remained quiet as he grabbed the collar and carefully slid it around her neck. Christina closed her eyes and felt the cold metal collar locking around her neck. The chain rattled as Brent stepped away from her. When she opened her eyes, she glanced down to see the padded table had once had some sort of black symbol on it, but it had been worn off from much use. It was evidence that this table had been used many times over. She was far from the only woman or man to be chained down in preparation for a full initiation. Brent stepped in front of the line of televisions and pressed a button. The screens all changed to black and white, but it was the sound that caught Christina's attention.

"Holy, mother of god..."

That voice sounded oddly familiar to her, like one she remembered from her first night at the hotel. Christina gasped as she heard the voice again in a soft moan. The bottom wide-screen television was only a black screen displaying an audio symbol. There was no mistaking that voice of moans combined with hers.

"Oh my god, Toby!"

Christina yelled the name as her eyes grew larger as she looked at the three smaller television screens. Each played a recording in black and white, highlighting her one night stands that had been secretly filmed. She gasped as the truth split her mind. Brent stood close by, studying the shocked expression on her face. The middle screen displayed last night's events, filmed from the mask that was on the wall of Brent's office. He was fucking her from behind with no audio playing. The left-side screen played a recording from the bed Hunter had fucked her on. She got to see herself bent over on the bed as he rammed her ass with his hard cock. The audio that played was clearly a recording from her first night, when she had a romantic evening with Toby.

"You like that? You like watching my tits work over your cock like that? Don't it feel good?"

"Ohhhhhh, hell yes!!"

She swallowed her breath, blushing as the audio played her dirty talk and Toby's soft replies. The third screen showed a recording of her caught in between the twins. Bobby and Phil were both fucking her in that recording as she was sandwiched between them in the act of double penetration. It took Christina a moment to realize, from the angle of that recording, a camera must have been hidden in a mirror in the room. She almost felt herself breaking out in a cold sweat as her heartbeat raced. All the emotions and feelings she experienced during those nights came rushing back to her. Just when she thought she had pieced together the truth about this place, a new revelation shattered her mind. All the men were working together. Everything that had led to this point was a carefully paved road for her to walk directly down into this dungeon.

"Oh my god... What the fuck is this!?"

Speaking in a low voice, Christina noticed that Brent had walked away from her. Her heart was still racing as the videos continued to play along with the audio of her night with Toby. That first night was the only one missing, but the audio was loud and clear. There must have been recording bugs hidden in that bedroom. All those days, she had been searching for Toby, wondering where he could possibly be. Despite the strange feeling of having her affairs recorded and filmed, Christina felt a tingling sensation between her legs. She took a deep breath, trying to fight off the feeling of lust that was overwhelming her from those memories. She turned around, unable to watch any more of the recordings.

"Turn it off!"

Her voice echoed throughout the dark room. It took Christina a moment to notice that she and him were not the only people in this room. Off to the sides, she had noticed eyes glaring at her with figures hidden in black robes. They stepped out of the shadows as Brent turned the televisions off and activated a dim light from above. Christina gasped when she realized who the clean-shaven faces belonged to. On her left hand side were the twins themselves: Bobby and Phil standing shoulder-to-shoulder. To her right, she recognized the slicked black hair and cleanly shaved face of Toby. Standing next to him was Hunter, with a sinister grin on his face. All four of the men she had tangled with in lustful affairs were here, wearing strange black robes.

"I think the boys are happy to see you, Christina. What about you? Did you miss one of them? Or did you really miss them all?"

Brent stood behind her as he spoke. Christina swallowed her head as she felt the chain dangling across her left shoulder, leading back to the padded platform. She looked at all the men but kept her focus on Toby. The young man gazed back at her, almost in fear. It was that expression on his face that told Christina all she needed to know. He worked for Brent, as did all the men. Every story they told her was a lie that no longer mattered. Christina did not even care who was the mastermind behind it all. She was now chained to the platform, ready to be initiated into this new lifestyle. There was no need to stall what was soon to come. She fell to her knees embracing her situation, rattling the chain as she clapped her hands and instructed the young men.

"Come on. I'll show you how happy I am to see you all again. Drop the robes and bring me those cocks."

She hoped her enthusiastic choice of words would surprise Brent despite forgetting to refer to them as sir. Since he was the man in charge, Christina felt the need to push his buttons. She may have been collared and chained, but her spirit remained strong.

"Did you hear that, fellas? She sounds like she knows what she wants. Don't keep her waiting."

After Brent spoke, all four of them dropped their robes and stood naked. Christina bit her lower lip and then decided to rise from her knees and sit down on the platform. The short length of the chain would make it difficult for her to move her neck further away if she remained on the floor. It did not take long for her vision to be filled with four semi-erect cocks desperate for attention. She felt the need to slide one hand between her thighs and play with her pussy, but Christina did not have enough arms for that. She did not have enough to jerk each cock at the same time, so she would have to take turns. The first shaft she grabbed was Toby's with her right hand. She looked up into his eyes, and then her left hand found Phil's dick.

"Stroke 'em nice and good. You know what to do."

Hunter was now barking out an order to her. She did not glance his way as Christina stroked each cock in her hand as fast as she could. Biting down on her lower lip, she whimpered a soft moan before alternating her left hand. As her left hand jerked Bobby, she kept her right hand fingers twisted around Toby's shaft. This favoritism she was showing Toby did not go unnoticed by Hunter, who took one step away from Toby and shoved his cock in her face. Brent had walked around the platform, now observing the action as Christina was busy wanking their cocks. Hunter caught her attention, and she finally let go of Toby's cock to grab him.

"Keep going, keep going."

Bobby was next to speak out as her hand slid back and forth across his shaft. Christina had to think to herself about what awaited her. She had never taken on more than two men at once. Brent had yet to join the party, but when he did, that would be the fifth cock for her to please. Christina alternated both hands again to grab Phil's and Toby's cocks once more. She parted her lips and made sure Toby's cock was the first to slide between her red lips. As she sucked on him, she used her right hand to grip Hunter's shaft again. 'Mmmmm', her muffled moan was barely heard over the loud breathing of the men and Brent's commanding voice.

"Let her take her time. She knows what she wants."

It was impossible for Christina to tell if Brent was impressed by her actions so far. Whatever he thought of his slave meant nothing to her. She wanted the pleasure for herself. After all those days of searching for Toby, if this was the only way she could have him, then so be it. She took her time, sensually sucking his cock as her lips bobbed up and down. If only she could do this for longer without having to take turns. Christina was going to at least give Toby some deep-throat action to satisfy him. She pushed her lips as far as she could, only pulling back when she gagged with most of his length down her throat. After extracting Toby's shaft from her lips, Christina spit on Hunter's cock and fed it between her lips.

"Yeah, suck on it! Suck it!!"

She heard him grunt after speaking. Hunter placed his right hand on the back of her head, encouraging Christina to suck more of him. She used her free hand to grip Toby's shaft, holding onto it as if she owned that cock. When Hunter gripped her hair, Christina began to aggressively bob her head up and down, devouring his cock inch by inch.

"Fuck!"

His voice echoed throughout the room. She closed her eyes, concentrating, as she wanted to give Hunter something to remember now. Christina felt a hand fondling her left breast, squeezing it softly. She opened her eyes but did not let the wandering hand distract her. When her nipple was pinched, Christina made another attempt at deep-throating. Her eyes watered up as she gagged and choked on Hunter's cock. He moved his hand away from her head as he pulled his dick from her lips with a popping sound. Saliva strings from his gleaming, spit-soaked dick back to her mouth. It was now the twins' turn. Toby and Hunter stepped back to allow Bobby and Phil to move on both sides of her.

"Open wide!"

Phil's tone of voice was so gleeful. Christina did not glance up to see the look on his face, but she figured he was grinning ear-to-ear. As she opened her mouth wide, Bobby and Phil pushed their cocks on both sides of her mouth. The thick poles rubbed against each other, with only the heads finding their way into her mouth. Christina gagged and moved her hands to her breasts. She could hear Toby and Hunter groaning as they were now busy wanking.

"Say ahhhh!"

Bobby commanded her. As Christina gagged with an audible 'ahhh', the twins began to laugh as they each tried to push a bit deeper into her double stuffed mouth. She could see Brent standing behind them with a smug expression across his face. Phil was the first to pull his cock back, allowing her the chance to suck his friend. Christina used her right hand to squeeze his nuts as she slid Bobby's pole between her lips. He stood there without interfering as she bobbed her head up and down, slobbering on his cock. The chain rattled as Christina's head moved back and forth. Her big blue eyes gazed up at Bobby as she pressed her hands against his legs. She continued sucking until he stepped back and abruptly snatched his cock from her lips. Christina immediately turned her head towards Phil's cock, and she opened her mouth wide to invite him. He placed his hand on the back of her head, curling his fingertips in her hair as he slid his cock into her mouth.

She closed her eyes while listening to him exhale a deep breath. Christina re-opened her eyes when Phil began to thrust the first few inches of his cock into her mouth. Her hands found a place over her giant breasts again, as if to tease one of the men about the chance of having their cock shoved between them. All five of them had the joy of fucking her tits throughout the week. Phil gritted his teeth and snarled as he began to thrust more of his cock between her lips. Christina kept her eyes locked on his face as she sucked it by the inch. It seemed he was trying to fuck her mouth, but he could not find a steady rhythm at this slow pace. Christina was able to easily match his thrusts by bobbing her head up and down until she took control of the sucking. Brent had been standing next to Phil and observing the young man's actions during this time. He sighed before pulling his robe off and grabbing Phil's right shoulder.

"That's enough. Let me show you how it's done."

Phil pulled his rod out of Christina's mouth, causing strings of drool to break from her lips back to his wet shaft. He let go of her hair and shook his hand in frustration. Brent stepped forward as Christina glared into his eyes. If Phil could not properly fuck her mouth, she knew the boss would give it to her. Christina swallowed her breath in preparation for the rough ride that awaited her. Brent's cock may have only been semi-erect, but that would soon change. He grabbed her hair with his left hand, ready to feed his cock into her mouth.

"Open your fucking mouth."

His voice was commanding in a low tone. One small hint of what awaited Christina. She parted her lips, opening them wide for Brent to slide his cock in. When the first few inches pushed back from her tongue, Christina enveloped her lips around his cock. Brent took his time with the first thrust, as she could feel his shaft growing in size as he aimed to push it down her throat. She did not gag yet, but she knew that within seconds he would have her gagging and choking on his length. It was something new for her to feel a cock harden and grow in length while sliding into her mouth. Christina closed her eyes when she felt the first hard thrust. Brent exhaled as he began to buck his hips to drive his cock into her mouth.

"I hope you're paying attention and not just watching."

Brent's words were intended for Phil, but Christina did not care. When the head of his cock poked to the back of her throat, she gagged loudly. That seemed to be cue for Brent to begin bucking his hips harder and faster. She kept her eyes shut as she struggled with the length of his shaft, trying desperately to suck it by the inch. His hand in her fiery mane kept her right in place as he began to pick up the pace.

"GWAK-GWAK-KAH-GWAH!"

Within seconds, Christina was making incoherent slobbering and sucking noises. She kept her eyes shut without any care for the other men standing around and watching their leader give them a firsthand example of skull-fucking. This was only the short warmup phase. Christina had to brace herself for what was coming next. She slid her right hand down between her thighs and began to finger herself as Brent slammed his cock to the back of her throat. Choking up and gagging, she immediately coughed on his shaft. Excess saliva leaked from the corners of her mouth. Christina jammed her middle finger into her pussy as a result. Her wetness was abundant as her finger was already covered in her arousal. Her left hand found a place to squeeze one of her boobs as Brent began to skull-fuck her.

"KAH-KAH-GWAK-GWAH!"

A faint gasp was heard from one of the men in the room, but Christina could not be distracted to look around. Her eyes remained shut as they watered up from how hard Brent was fucking her mouth. She gave it everything she had to suck his entire length, but found the task to be overwhelming. Brent knew she lacked the proper deep-throating skills from his time with her last night. Now he was making an example of that. The slobbering and sucking noises echoed through the room as the other four men stood around wanking themselves at the sight. Brent easily had the biggest cock amongst the men in the group and it was a sight to see the busty actress get face fucked like some run of the mill porn whore. Hunter had moved behind the platform, where his hand could easily grab the end of her chain and pull it. Brent grunted as he continued to buck his hips. Over and over, his cock pumped into her mouth, back and forth. His hairy balls collided against her chin with each full thrust. Christina was overwhelmed by his strength alone.

The chain rattled from the metal link attached to her collar. It still dangled from her neck back to the lock piece attached to the platform. All the young men stood there as their boss was concentrating on fucking her mouth. Christina opened her watery eyes to a blurry vision as she tried to glance up. Her middle finger was poking in and out of her cunt as she laid her palm over her clit. She blinked her eyes and glanced down to see Brent's pale feet. It did not even occur to her that he had removed his boots. He slowed down his pace, but not before slamming the head of his cock to the back of her throat. Christina gagged and choked on it within seconds. A string of saliva was dangling from the left corner of her mouth before it broke off and fell to her tits. She moved both her hands to her breasts in anticipation that he may want to fuck them soon.

"Holy shit..."

Bobby spoke in amazement at what the men were witnessing. When Christina glanced up at Brent's face, she saw his cold snarl. He did not appear to be impressed by her sucking skills. Christina kept her eyes locked on him as he pulled his cock from her mouth. A flood of saliva dripped from her lower lip, falling down to her tits below as she took a deep breath.

"You want more!?"

Brent taunted her. Maybe he did not plan to fuck her tits next, as Christina suspected. She gritted her teeth before yelling her answer back to him.

"Yes, master!"

His right hand fingers found a place around the base of his cock after letting go of her hair. Christina had mere seconds to open her mouth wide for Brent to shove his pole back in.

"Then shut up and suck it. Show everyone in the room what a nasty fucking whore you really are."

From the corners of her eyes, Christina could see two men standing around wanking their cocks. Bobby stood to her left, and Phil stood to her right. Toby had stepped back near the platform table while Hunter was standing directly behind it. Brent did not take charge and give her a second round of skull-fucking. Christina had the freedom to suck him however she desired. She hoped he could see the fiery lust in her eyes as she began to aggressively bob her head up and down the first few inches of his shaft. The chain began to rattle and shake around as Christina continued to bob her lips up and down. Slobbering noises were heard from her muffled voice, but not as loudly as before. Christina made an effort to impress Brent, but there was more to this than getting a pat on the head from the master.

Her own pleasure was just as important. All this time she had been sitting and sucking cock, she could not wait to feel them in her holes. Maybe there was some truth to Brent's words. Christina felt her dirty side begging to be unleashed. As she pulled her lips back to the head of his cock, she released it with a popping sound. Her eyes broke away from Brent as she spit on the head of his shaft before twirling her tongue around it. This was the most she could tease him as she leaned forward, only to be stopped by the length of her chain. Brent glanced away from her face and then motioned with his right hand at one man who was standing close by. Christina proceeded to suck on the head of his dick again as he then snapped his fingers, but not at her. He was instructing Hunter, who soon alerted Christina by dragging her chain hard from behind.

"It's time to turn things up a notch. Get up on the table on all fours."

Hunter yanked at the chain again. Christina could feel the cold steel digging into her neck as she whimpered. Once she was shoved back on the padded surface slightly, he let go of it. She did as Brent ordered, rising on her knees and pressing her palms down into the table. As she looked up at him, he reached for her face with his left hand. Christina moaned as Brent forced her mouth open in an 'O' and made her look him in the eyes.

"Are you ready to get fucked now?"

"Mmmmm, yes."

Clearing his throat, Hunter snarled at her.

"Yes what!?"

"Yes sir!"

"Do you want to suck me off again while someone is fucking you from behind?"

Spank! Hunter slapped her ass hard to give her a hint as to who was standing behind her and had pulled the chain. Bobby moved in to her left side while Phil brushed against Brent's right shoulder. Toby was nowhere to be seen now as Christina replied to Brent.

"Let me suck on your cock some more."

He smiled and let go of her face. The look on Brent's face had caught Christina off guard. Hunter snapped her back into reality when he slapped her ass again. She could feel him pulling the chain again while sliding his hard cock up the crack of her buttocks.

"So you're gonna slobber all over some dick while you take one up the ass?"

It was Hunter's turn to taunt Christina. She moaned as his rod rubbed up against the crack in between her cheeks. Without a spoken reply, he tugged on her chain. Christina let out a sigh before replying.

"Yes. If you haven't forgotten how to fuck my ass like you did last time."

That response made the twins gasp and laugh. She played it smooth to get some of the other men in the room laughing at Hunter, but it was Toby's voice she wanted to hear. He appeared to have vanished from Christina's view of the room. Her focus shifted to Brent's cock, with her drool dripping from it. She opened her mouth wide for him to shove that hard dick between her lips again. Phil grabbed her right wrist and brought her hand towards his cock. Since she was now gripping one shaft, it was only fair if she used her left hand to wank Bobby's pole. As her fingers twisted around both cocks, she sucked the head of Brent's pole and came to a quick realization. Hunter was going to have to hold the chain to keep her in this position, all while his cock was sinking into her dark little hole. She closed her eyes while pumping her hands up and down to wank the twins.

This was a position Christina had never dreamed of finding herself in, let alone with a collar locked around her neck and held by a chain. She began to bob her head up and down Brent's cock, sucking it halfway as Hunter made the first hard thrust to slide his shaft into her ass. He let out a loud moan before slapping his hand across the right cheek of her ass. His left hand pulled at the chain hard to raise her head up. Brent planted his hands on both sides of her head, and Christina anticipated the moment for him to take control. She stopped sucking so he would have free reign to fuck her mouth as if it were a cunt. A grunt was heard from Hunter's voice as he bucked his hips, driving his cock in and out of her ass. Christina made more muffled moans as she sucked Brent's shaft.

"Faster! Faster!!"

Bobby groaned at her to wank him at a faster pace. Christina began to pump her hands up and down as fast as she could while she felt Hunter and Brent fucking her in unison. Brent would thrust his cock into her mouth, then Hunter would do the same as one of them was pulling back out. Phil and Bobby began to gasp, moaning as her hands glided up and down their cocks at such a speed that a blur was visible. When she opened her eyes again, she finally caught sight of Toby standing behind Phil with his fingers wrapped around his cock. He was wanking himself as the lone man left out of the action.

"Give it to her! Fuck her mouth!"

Brent was commanding Hunter, who needed no encouragement. Over and over, he slammed his cock up her ass while gripping the chain hard. Christina curled her toes up inside her heels as she squeezed Bobby and Phil's shafts hard in her hands. Brent fucked her mouth at a slow pace. She closed her eyes again after Hunter slapped her ass once more.

"Fuck yeah!"

The young man grunted as he used his free hand to grip one of her hips and pull the chain hard. Her giant breasts shook and wobbled in all directions from underneath her. Christina raised her head and began quickly sucking Brent's shaft as he pulled it out of her mouth. She immediately gasped, exhaling a deep breath. Her hands were still stroking Bobby and Phil's cocks while Hunter pounded her in the ass.

"Ohhh, ohhhh, OHHHHHHH GOD!!"

At long last, her screams were echoing through the room and down the halls. Christina gritted her teeth, causing her moans to become growling snarls. Hunter continued to pound his cock up her ass, giving her every inch of it as his balls slapped against the wet pussy. Brent took a step back and motioned for Bobby and Phil to stop. When she let go of their cocks, she was finally able to press her palms down into the padded surface of the platform. Hunter let go of the chain, allowing Christina to feel the cold metal links lying across her back.

"Fuck! Ohhhh, fuck!!"

Brent clapped his hands together to halt Hunter.

"That's enough now!"

Hunter sighed. Before he pulled his cock out, he made one last hard thrust. Christina gripped the edge of the platform, biting down on her lower lip as she began to think about the new position that awaited her. She was beginning to feel that her pussy was neglected. All this time she had been wanking, sucking, and getting slammed in the ass. There had to be someone among the five men who was ready to truly fuck her and not waste precious time with her ass.

"You two, get ready."

Brent pointed his right hand index and middle fingers towards Bobby and Phil. He then turned his attention to Toby, who had been standing quietly and not joining the action. Christina watched Brent snap his fingers and instruct Toby to move across the platform without speaking a word. This gave her the impression that all of this had been planned in advance.

"Are you ready to finally get fucked, whore?"

Christina turned her head to gaze at Brent, nodding at him.

"I can't hear you. Speak up!"

"Yes I'm ready to get fucked, master! The only question is, who wants me first!?"

Her words echoed through the room and shook up the situation. Brent may have been in control, but Christina's choice of words made the men all begin looking at each other. She knew who she would pick to go first if given the choice. Toby stood in place as if he knew better than to question his boss.

"I'll give you a choice, Christina. You can either take me on first or the twins."

It was a strange feeling to hear Brent refer to Phil and Bobby by the nickname they had told her on that lustful night. Memories of them double-fucking her pussy had come to mind for Christina. Brent would be rough, but it was easier than taking them both at the same time.

"You're the boss sir, so you should go first."

Brent grinned at her answer.

"A wise choice, I'll give you that."

She watched him walk around the platform until he was facing Toby from the opposite side. Christina guessed that he would want her on all fours. The chain lock was on her right side, and the remaining links hung from her back. Her fingers slid down the padded surface, over the strange faded symbol. Christina gazed up to see Toby's cock desperate for attention. Brent spanked her ass with his right hand, causing her to moan. Her ass was starting to change color from her creamy white complexion to a brightening red.

"Face down, ass up."

Her big blue eyes gazed up at Toby as Brent commanded her. She just wanted to see the look on his face to try and read what the young man was thinking. His dark eyes had widened, as if he were in shock and disbelief at what they were both doing. This delayed reaction did not amuse Brent.

"I said face down, ASS UP!!"

Yelling at her, Brent made sure to get his point across by lifting his left leg and pressing his dirty foot against the left side of her face. Christina groaned and closed her eyes at the cold feeling of his sole pressing against her face. Her ass was lifted up, her legs pressed together, exposing her juicy, neglected cunt. She moaned upon finally feeling a cock slide into her warm dripping pussy. Brent fed her wet hole his massive thick shaft, stretching her wide and deep.

"Ohhhhhh, ohhhhhhhhh, yesssssss."

It was such a relief to finally have a cock in her pussy. Christina could not complain about the position, and Brent's foot pressed shoved against her face. He spread his legs as his other foot sank into the padded surface of the platform. She closed her eyes while feeling inch after inch of his hard cock pumping in her.

"Fuck me!! Ohhhhh, ohhhhhhhhh!! Fuck me!! YESSSSS!!"

A serenade of moans was heard throughout the room, only interrupted by grunts and exhaling from the men. Christina kept her eyes shut since there was no way for her to glance up at Toby with Brent's foot keeping her head pressed down. He took his time, bucking his hips to drive his cock in and out of her cunt. Bobby, Phil, and Hunter stood around wanking at the sight of their boss fucking her.

"You might be a Hollywood whore, but down here, you're MY Hollywood whore!"

Brent slowed down after uttering his words. He finally moved his foot off her face to allow Christina to raise her head. She pushed her hands down into the platform to use her arms to elevate her height. Before she could stand on all fours, Brent used his free hand to grab the chain attached to her collar and pull it enough to help her rise. Exhaling and groaning, Christina could now gaze back at Toby's hardened shaft. His right hand fingers were wrapped around it, twitching as he stroked it. The chain rattled until Brent dropped it. He was still pounding his cock in her pussy as her breasts began to jiggle around from underneath. Christina swallowed her breath and tried to fight off the desire she had to shove Toby's cock into her mouth.

"Is this what you wanted? Scream for me, you fucking whore!"

Spank! His hand slapped her ass hard. Brent began to thrust faster as Christina serenaded the room with her cries of pleasure.

"Yes, yes, YESSSSSS!! GIVE IT TO ME SIR!! FUCK!! GIVE IT TO ME, OHHHHHHH GOD!!"

The collar dug into her neck when Brent grabbed the chain and gave it a hard yank. Christina could see Hunter, Phil, and Bobby lining up behind Toby as if they were waiting their turn. She gritted her teeth momentarily and then screamed more filthy words.

"I WANT TO BE FUCKED!! OHHHHHH, OHHHHHHHH YES! YESSSSSSSS!! FUCK ME!!"

"Suck that fucking cock! Show everyone that you know what your mouth is useful for!"

Brent spanked her ass again after prompting her with the question.

"YES SIR!! I NEED SOMETHING TO SUCK ON RIGHT NOW!!"

Finally, she would be able to suck Toby's cock after staring at her for what seemed like hours. Christina parted her lips, and Toby placed the head of his cock on her tongue. She quickly enveloped her lips around it and began to suck while feeling Brent's pole hammer back and forth in her pussy. Nothing was going to stop her from passionately sucking Toby's dick. Christina favored him, as evidenced by the extra mile she went to pleasure him. If she could only use her mouth, then so be it. Christina did her best to bob her head up and down, devouring his cock while her pussy was stuffed with Brent's pole.

"Ohhhhh, man."

Her efforts were rewarded by the sound of Toby moaning in pleasure. Brent began to thrust harder and faster to make it more difficult for her to keep sucking. All that did was make Christina work faster. She reached up with one hand, gripping the base of Toby's shaft to maintain herself. Brent noticed her actions and continued to thrust in her pussy. The sound of their bodies smacking together was heard loudly through the room, mixed with Christina's muffled sucking noises. Nothing could break Christina's concentration from sucking as her head moved up and down repeatedly. She kept her eyes shut while a few strands of her orange hair moved into her face. Toby brushed her hair out of her face, causing her to open her eyes and look up at him. Brent came to a halt and slowly extracted his cock from her vulva. Christina drew her lips back to the head of Toby's dick and released it with a loud popping sound.

"You two, get ready."

Brent snapped his fingers and pointed at Bobby and Phil. Christina should have guessed that after he stopped, it would be time for a new position. A smug grin ran across Phil's lips, possibly knowing he would soon be pounding her along with his friend. Christina remembered that the twins' specialty was double penetration, but with their cocks together in one hole. She could clearly remember how they both shoved into her pussy at the same time. That gave her an idea of what to expect soon. Toby took a step back as Hunter took a step forward, but Christina was distracted when she noticed Bobby lying on his back next to her left hand. When she turned her head at him, Brent called out.

"Go ahead and get on top of him. It's not like you haven't laid on him before, have you?"

Hunter laughed at the way Brent taunted her. His worry did carry a degree of truth, since this was familiar territory for Christina. She swallowed her breath at the thought of the twins both fucking her pussy at the same time again. She moved atop of Bobby and pressed her sweaty hands against his chest before speaking.

"Do you want me to ride it while--"

"No! We've already done that. We didn't get the chance to give your ass the same treatment."

Her lower lip dropped in surprise. Christina knew she should have figured they would want to try something they did not get a chance to do that first night. She could feel Brent's eyes observing her as Christina slid her right hand down to grab his cock and shove it up the crack of her booty. Phil stepped onto the platform and pulled her ass cheeks apart. Christina moved her hand back and lowered herself down onto Bobby. Her giant breasts were shaking towards his face while the head of his cock poked into her dark little hole. Brent walked behind Phil, observing the action. It took Phil a good minute to rub his cock up against Bobby's pole and push into her ass hole together. When they finally did, Christina could be heard gasping. Toby and Hunter were standing in a perfect position to see the expression on her face as she struggled with those two cocks pushing into her ass.

"Ohhhhhh, fuck..."

She cried out her words. Everyone in the room had to know that within seconds, she would be deafening them with screams of pleasure. Since Phil was standing behind her, it was now his turn to grab the chain and pull it hard. Her breasts were now shaking toward Bobby's face. He smashed his hands against them and began to squeeze. Christina gritted her teeth as he began to thrust into her ass.

"FUCK MY ASS!! COME ON, COME ON!! GIVE ME ALL YOU'VE GOT!!"

His other hand slapped the left cheek of her ass with authority. Red marks had already formed on her right cheek thanks to Brent's hard spanking. It took some time for Phil and Bobby to work their cocks into her ass, but they managed to stretch the hole. Christina closed her eyes and screamed again.

"OHHHHHHH, MYYYYY GODDDDDDD!!"

As her voice echoed through the room, Hunter stepped forward to her. All this time he had been wanking his cock to keep it hard and ready. He grabbed her chin with his left hand to hold her head up. When Christina opened her eyes, she was met with the sight of Hunter's thick cock shoving into her face. She did not open her mouth for him, so he proceeded to smack his cock up against her face. This sight had made Brent chuckle. His laughter grew louder with each passing second until Phil and Hunter were giggling with him. Christina groaned as she took each slap of his cock against her face. When Hunter was done, she opened her mouth wide for him to slide his cock in. Instead of feeding her his shaft, the man walked away. Christina was annoyed, groaning as he stepped away from her like that.

"FUCKKKKK!!"

Once again, she screamed aloud as she felt two cocks pushing into her ass. Christina would never admit it to herself, but she was beginning to feel her body reach a breaking point. Maybe it was all the sex during the week finally catching up to her, or this single act pushing her to the limit. Brent was still laughing from behind her, but Christina could only ignore his voice. Phil spanked the left side of her ass again as he let go of the chain. It was still a struggle for him to pump his cock in her ass with Bobby, but they managed to work in a slow rhythm.

"She can handle two, but can she handle three at once?"

Hunter spoke with a smug grin across his lips, gesturing at Toby. Bobby squeezed her tits one last time before moving his left hand back to slap them. He then released her other boob from his right hand to give it an equal slap. Brent clapped his hands to get Phil's attention.

"That's enough now. We need to switch it up."

A sigh was heard from both men as they were made to stop. Phil carefully pulled his cock from her ass, then removed Bobby's shaft as well. Once he stood up from the platform, Christina was able to roll off Bobby and lay on her back. She took a deep breath while gazing up at the light fixture on the ceiling.

"Toby! It's your turn, come take a seat."

As Brent ordered her preferred man of choice, Christina let out a sigh. This may be the only chance she would have to feel his cock inside her, so she was not going to let this opportunity go to waste. She was not ordered to climb atop him yet, but Christina did not care. She straddled Toby and climbed into his lap. His right hand was holding his cock up, and she made sure to carefully sink his shaft past her vulva lips. The chain rattled from her neck as she shoved her breasts into his face. Toby moaned as his face was smothered in her tits. When Christina glanced across her right shoulder, she saw Brent's cold eyes leering at her in disgust. She could have guessed that doing this without an order would likely anger him, but she did not care.

"So you're ready for more, huh?"

Nodding her head, the chain links rattled. Christina was not done acting in defiance toward Brent. She bit her lower lip and rolled her hips, attempting to thrust Toby's cock into her cunt. After a moment, she finally nodded and replied to her master.

"If you've got more to give me, then bring it on."

Such a choice of words to make Brent grin deviously at her.

"Be careful what you wish for."

He stepped behind her and shoved Christina forward until Toby was laying on his back. She pressed her hands into his chest and glanced behind her right shoulder. It was easy for her to guess what Brent was about to do. Christina had figured by now that Brent was a man who liked to fuck all three holes when given the chance. This would be his second consecutive day accomplishing such a feat, and with a woman he called a 'Hollywood whore' to add more bragging rights. His cock slid up the crack before he used both hands to pull her cheeks apart and guide it to her gaping ass hole. The twins had properly stretched her ass hole out, as did Hunter when he pounded her earlier. She closed her eyes and slid her sweaty hands up Toby's chest while feeling Brent's cock slide into her ass.

"Ohhhhhhhh, yesssss..."

Closing her eyes, Christina embraced the moment of having a cock in each hole. She was not sure how much longer she could take before reaching her climax. If she could spill her love nectar onto Toby's cock, then it was well worth it. Brent snatched her by the hair, not bothering with the chain anymore as he began to buck his hips and drive his cock into her ass. Toby stroked her curvy hips and pressed his palms against her ass cheeks. His fingertips sank into her soft, firm skin as Toby began to buck his hips upward.

"Ohhhhhh, FUCK!!

Her voice was becoming hoarse with weakened but still coherent moans. After all the lustful nights she had from her first night at the hotel, it was now beginning to catch up to her. Christina knew she was fucking on borrowed time by this point. Hunter stepped onto the platform as the latest man to face her. His hand was wrapped around his cock, leaving her to wonder if he was going to allow her to suck it this time. He smiled down at her, flashing his teeth before speaking.

"Open wide!"

Christina did as she was told, eagerly opening her mouth with an 'ahhh'. Toby and Brent were fucking her in a steady rhythm, one thrust after another, while Hunter grabbed her by the hair and fed his cock into her mouth. Christina squeezed her lips around it and proceeded to bob her head up and down. Her tits were shaking all around while the other two men walked to the empty sides of the platform. Christina took a moment to embrace her first experience with triple penetration. Her moans were nearly muted by muffled noises as her tongue pressed against Hunter's cock. She closed her eyes for a moment, and when she opened them, she noticed Bobby to her left and Phil to the right. Without being ordered to do so, Christina reached her hands out and grabbed each cock.

"Ohhhhh, man..."

"That's it, that's it. Give it to her!"

"She's such a nasty fucking whore!"

Toby groaned first, then Brent spoke before Hunter had the last words. She could hear Phil and Bobby moaning as her hand glided up and down their shafts. No cock had been left abandoned as she made use of her hands. Over and over, she bobbed her head up and down, sucking Hunter's cock inch after inch while feeling the other two shafts pulsating in her holes. Airtight and using her hands, Christina knew that within seconds she would be reaching her climax. She closed her eyes and pushed Hunter's cock as far as it would go down her throat. She gagged, choking on his length, as her inner walls tightened around Toby's dick. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head while feeling Toby's hands squeeze her ass cheeks. The ecstasy of pleasure had overwhelmed her, causing her legs to shake. Toby screamed in a panic at the feeling of her juices flooding his cock from inside her pussy.

"Oh, fuck! She just came! She just came!!"

"Don't overreact, you know how to handle yourself."

Brent spoke to Toby as he stepped back and pulled his cock from her gaping ass hole. Her fingers were still wrapped around each cock in her hand, but she was no longer stroking them. Bobby and Phil stepped back, pulling her hands free of their shafts. She was out of breath and finally feeling defeated after all this fucking. Christina did not know how she was able to hold herself back this long, but after having her orgasm, she had no strength left. She collapsed onto Toby's chest, breathing in his face. Brent wrapped one arm around her waist and pulled her up. Toby helped him until she was finally off him and his cock slipped out of her pussy. Her juices trickled down her thighs and dripped onto the padded platform. A fresh stain would form later as a result. One could only imagine how many women and men had already left cum stains on the ritual table.

"Oh god... Ohhhhh, fuck..."

Out of breath and nearly exhausted, Christina sat on the table, pressing her hands down into the table to hold herself up. The chain was now lying over her right breast in open sight for anyone to grab. She closed her eyes while attempting to catch her breath, but could hear the sound of all the men groaning. Brent cleared his throat to get her attention.

"Eyes open, bitch! Are you falling asleep on me now?"

Calling her a bitch was a sure way to get Christina to open her eyes. She let out a sigh and opened her eyes to see Brent standing in front of her. His hard cock was aimed directly at her face as he stroked it back and forth. Still trying to catch her breath, Christina let out a sigh and forced a smile. After all this time, the least she could do was show some spirit to her master.

"No, Master. I'm still wide awake. Are you gonna cum all over my face?"

The tone of her voice carried a level of fatigue in a snarky tone. Brent knew how to handle her better than the other men behind him.

"Open your fucking mouth and say ahhh."

'Ahhh!', Christina moaned after extracting her tongue. Before she shut her eyes, she noticed the other men circling around her. After all the nights of first time experiences and then the events of today, Christina was ready to add something else to her list of newfound filthy pleasures. Brent grunted as his cock exploded within his hand.

"Take every last drop! TAKE IT!!"

His warm seed splattered across her sweaty forehead, streaking into her hair from the initial burst. String after string of cum painted her left temple, drenching her cheek and across her eyebrow. The last droplets landed on her breasts below, with one drop falling on a link of the chain. After he was done painting her face, Brent stepped away. Christina knew that the other four cocks were aimed at her face, ready to splatter more cum onto her pale, ivory skin. This would be the most cum she ever received in her life. Keeping her eyes closed, Christina slid her tongue back into her mouth and gritted her teeth before swallowing her breath. She could hear groans and grunts from the men as Hunter yelled at her.

"Let's see you look proud with all this cum on you."

He groaned after speaking. Christina kept her eyes closed as Hunter grunted at the feeling of his cock exploding.

"FUCKKKKKK!!"

Wad after wad of cum splattered onto her face. A heavy rope of cum landed on her nose, with a drop reaching her right eyelid. Christina gritted her teeth and growled a moan. A chorus of moans was audible between Bobby, Phil, and Toby as each man was busy wanking. Within seconds, each cock erupted. Strings of cum criss crossed onto Christina's forehead, with a few missing her face entirely to drench her hair and fall down to her massive tits. At the same time, three men pelted her in the cum with fresh, sticky loads. Some drops missed her all together, falling down to the padded surface of the platform. Gritting her teeth again, Christina snarled as she kept her eyes closed. The last thing she wanted was to open them too soon and get a wad of cum in her eyes.

"So much cum, oh my god."

Christina whispered before opening her mouth wide. A string of cum landed over her nose and dripped down onto her tongue for a small taste. Toby, Phil, and Bobby were out of breath. They quietly stepped aside, leaving her there drenched in the greatest amount of cum Christina had ever received. Drenched and sticky, she felt the warm bodily fluid oozing across her skin as she sat there for several minutes undisturbed. She swallowed what little bit had landed on her tongue and began to slowly open her eyes. The cum that had splattered in the corner of her right eye dripped down like a teardrop. The room appeared empty, as if the men had quietly left. When Christina glanced towards the barred steel door, she noticed all of them had put their robes back on and were leaving.

"Another initiation successful."

Hearing that voice told her that Brent was not leaving. The loud steel doors were heard sliding open as the other men left the room. Brent inserted a key into the collar, unlocking it from her neck. The cum was dripping down her face. Christina did not even care that he had removed the collar. He dropped it to the floor, causing a loud clank that echoed in the dark room.

"Hold your head up."

In his hands, Christina noticed a different collar. Stainless steel with a ring in the front for chain attachment. The sight reminded her of when she saw that woman wearing a similar collar in the music lounge on her first night at the hotel. Christina swallowed her breath and raised her head, eager to accept her first collar. She closed her eyes as he slid it over her neck. The cold metal was a familiar feeling as she heard the lock click into place. Brent moved away from her as the sound of boots stomping into the floor alerted her. Two guards in red robes entered the room and moved on both sides of her.

"Take her to the showers. Let her have an hour to get cleaned up, and then take her to her personal cell. She needs a good night's rest before the real training begins."

The guards moved on both sides of her and grabbed her arms, placing them over their shoulders. She was exhausted and welcomed the additional help to carry her. This action felt like routine, leaving Christina to wonder just how many men and women were carried out of the initiation room after enduring a gang bang session. Her right foot dragged across the floor, knocking her heel off that was left in the room. She did not even have time to ask Brent if he was impressed with how she handled him and the other four men. Light shined over the metal collar locked around her neck as the guards walked her out of the room. After all those nights of affairs, today's events felt like a fulfilling conclusion. Her mind was still shattered by the truth she learned. The coming days would give her time to piece everything back together and learn more about this strange place she was now willingly a prisoner in.

TO BE CONTINUED

[flawed_existence]

So everything came full circle. I did not expect her to find Toby like this. When one thing is figured out, it leads to more questions.

You've crafted a brilliant mystery story here and I believe future chapters will just dive deeper.

[Deadshot]

Great work, I was wondering where Toby was and it was nice to see that Christina was still fond of Toby but looking forward to more.

[BigTitsEnjoyer]

That was quite the pay off after all your build up. So everything was planned by these guys to get her there. Every time I finish one of these stories, I can't wait to see what happens next. The pay off has been worth the wait every time.

[Viri]

That escalated quickly once she got in that big room. I didn't see it coming that Toby would be involved.