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Paying The Gang for my First BDSM Gangbang
(Nicola Diaz)

The hand over my mouth smelled like musk and cigarettes. I tried to kick my own door in, but this was impossible, the man's other hand between my legs already. I thought he might take me right there, that I would be violated right there and then, in my corridor. Then he whispered in my ear, and I know what was happening. I had forgotten about it, thought it wasn't going to happen. But it was clear that there was no way of backing out now. 



"Scream and I don't need to tell you what could happen to you..." he whispers, putting his hand underneath my panties, touching my cunt directly. Fear gives way momentarily to excitement, and my pussy is wet. I'm still not sure what is really happening here, and the nerves resurface. I don't even notice when he is no longer holding his thick fingers against my lips, my thoughts completely on his erection rubbing up against my ass.



The chloroform smells like the inside of a hospital, and I pass out. It doesn't knock me out completely though, and I am aware of the man opening my door, and carrying me inside my own apartment. This was not a part of the plan I think, and again I wonder if this is all a part of the plan. I fall on the couch, and I try to make out the movement in my apartment. He locks the door, and I am not sure if I hear him on the phone. One thing is certain to me now though. This is not Max.