Mabel Shot Part 2

"What did you come looking for, little bird?" His voice is becoming latent in my brain, like it's canceling out all other sounds, like a sonic hypnosis.
I didn't even know that was possible, but that's exactly what he's doing to me now. Hypnotizing me, leaving my body inert and my brain in a daze, while he does whatever he wants with me.
And the scariest part of all this isn't the fact that I'm being touched by a stranger or that there are multiple unknown people moaning around us. The most terrifying part is that I let him, I allow him to wrap me in the dangerous, seductive tone of his voice.
And why do I let him?
I don't know how to answer that, I have no idea how to make this stop, how to command my body to obey me again. There's something about him, a dominant magnetism that makes my body surrender to any of his demands, triggering things in me that I shouldn't feel. Awakening an impure side inside me, long dormant, hidden deep in my soul, reclusive and silenced by me for so long. I can't even remember why I hid it, why I locked it away, but I know the wisest thing would be to leave it there.
"Girl, don't you dare talk about God in here. If God existed, He wouldn’t let us do this to you." Nate’s voice recites softly, speaking slowly while keeping his eyes on the book.
My eyes are locked on the ceiling, focused on the flickering light. It's blinked 232 times, I counted every new flicker. His sweaty hand slides over my legs, moving slowly between them, pushing my dress up, caressing me with agonizing slowness.
"Why are you here, Mabel?" he asks softly, closing the book and standing up, positioning himself next to me.
My fingers, tense and rigid, clutch the side of my body, digging into the carpet.
"Because I did something bad." I close my eyes and tilt my head to the side, involuntarily arching my chest as his fingers touch my vagina, gasping between breaths with every new touch. I cry because I can’t control my body’s responses.
"What did you come to do here, little bird?" His voice, firmer now, asks harshly, pushing my dress further up, his hand pressing flat against my butt, squeezing the skin between his fingers.
He grips my hair tighter and sinks his teeth deep into my neck, biting me hard, and I feel torn between pain and pleasure.
"Oh, my God!" I feel completely abandoned when his hand releases my hair and slips to the front of my body, trapping my breasts between his fingers, massaging them. "Please, sir, I need you to let me go..."
He removes his mouth from my neck and scrapes his face against mine, making me feel even more captive, dragging his lips across my face. He massages my butt while playing with my breast in his hands.
"Why, little bird?" I hear the harsh sound of his breathing as he speaks softly. He spins me so quickly that I can't even understand how he moved us.
The hand that was on my butt is now resting against my crotch, while the other, which was caressing my breasts, is wrapped around my throat.
"Someone who doesn't know why they’re here also doesn't know where they're going." He presses his chest against my back, keeping me close to his body. "Where are you going, little bird?"
I close my eyes and breathe with agony, feeling my body burn with every stroke of his tongue on my shoulder. His open hand at the front of my stomach lazily pulls the fabric of my dress up, leaving my pussy bare, free from the cloth that covered it.
I open my eyes, catching a glimpse of the couples in the center, where the light is illuminating. I see the redhead lying on top of the blonde, the redhead's hands stretched above the blonde's head, immobilizing the girl’s wrists, while the man with the trays, who was previously receiving an arm inside his anus, is now fucking the redhead, his body positioned above hers. He moans, closing his eyes, while the dominatrix stands beside him, whipping his back. The black man, wearing a gas mask, has even his balls buried in the tray man's ass, who vibrates joyfully, fucking the redhead, receiving both the lashes on his back and the guy's dick behind him in his ass. An explicit group sex scene, with pairs of pussies and dicks fucking like they’re one.
I feel my face heat up, my hair being pushed over my shoulder, while my own pussy pulses, craving relief from the pain inside.
"Where are you going, little bird?" I feel the grip on my throat tighten, his fingers closing around it.
And I realize that he could snap my neck whenever he wants, break my entire body, judging by his size, but I still don't feel afraid. I feel nothing but an urgent need consuming me, begging for him to do something, anything, to free me from this state of perversion.
"I don’t know, I don’t know," I say, closing my eyes, feeling more afraid of myself than of him.
"Do you want to fly, little bird?" he asks calmly, as if he's not torturing me slowly with his fingers, which are now teasing my pussy.
"Yes," I murmur to him, letting my hand rest over his, urging him to touch me with more pressure.
But he punishes me, pulling his hands away from my stomach, moving them up my body, as if teaching a disobedient child that everything happens in its own time, nothing happens when I want it.
"Oh, my God, please..." I bite my lips hard, feeling a rollercoaster of emotions playing inside me.
"So eager to spread your wings, little bird." He toys with me like I’m a new plaything, controlling my body's reactions.
I feel his face against my neck, him breathing deeply, his hands resting on my shoulders, rubbing them slowly, and I don’t understand why I want to cry. I feel my eyes burning, a latent frustration inside me for him taking his hands away from my stomach. The straps of my dress are pushed down slowly, inch by inch, until the fabric slides to the floor, pooling at my feet.
"Take a step to the side and keep your hands at your sides, little bird." His raspy voice behind me comes as a command, and he uses the tip of his boot to touch my ankle, urging me to spread my legs.
I lift my foot and push the dress aside, taking a step to the side, doing as he asks. My hands twitch by my sides, opening and closing slowly, my fingers restless.
A shiver runs down my spine as his bare finger slides down from the top of my neck.
"You’ll save your sounds for me, little bird." He isn’t asking or stating, but giving me an order. He slides his arms between mine, bringing his hands to my breasts, cupping them gently, one on each side, massaging them slowly. "I like the sound that comes from your lips, little bird, but you will keep them shut, not sharing them with the others, do you understand?"
My shoulders tense, and I feel a sharp pain hit my breasts when he pinches my nipples between his fingers. I bite my lip hard and hold back the moan.
"Good girl," he murmurs, kissing my shoulder.
I feel my body becoming more agitated as he slides his mouth down my back, lowering his body along with his hands, which caress my stomach. My skin receives every hot breath from his lips, as he kisses me slowly, prolonging my agony. At first, my body recoils as I feel his breath on my butt, but he keeps me captive, caging my hips with his arms, making my focus remain on his fingers, which are caressing my stomach. I close my eyes, clenching my fingers into fists, feeling my nails digging deeply into my palms, my lips trapped between my teeth.
Perversion is uncontrollable. It’s those haunting thoughts that hit us on any random afternoon, at unexpected moments when we’re just daydreaming. Some people push them away, reject them, while others hide them, suppressing the arrogant, filthy side of the soul. But they’re always there, lurking, and sometimes they become uncontrollable when they’re unleashed. And mine are free, wild, coming to life with every stroke of his finger on my pussy, slipping between its lips and penetrating me.
My eyes stay locked on the group sex, and it feels like their sweat is mixing with mine.
My tormentor pushes me closer to the edge with every second his finger fucks me, using his ring finger to massage my clit. The heavy breathing on my butt gets closer as he opens his mouth and bites into the flesh, biting so hard as if he’s tattooing his teeth into my ass. His other hand moves from my front to my back, pushing me slightly forward, leaving my body slightly tilted but giving him exactly what he wants, making me completely vulnerable to him in every way.
I can’t tell him to stop, I can’t stop myself from this. And he pushes me further into this depraved wave of pleasure when he grabs one side of my ass, spreading the cheeks apart.