Mabel Shot Part 4

" Oh, my God... — I tilt my head and press my lips tighter, feeling my teeth hurt my skin when the invasive and so intimate touch takes me by surprise.
I feel his tongue touch my anus, sliding around it, punishing me when he removes his fingers from my pussy because I spoke. His mouth turns and bites my ass hard, warning me to be quiet.
" Don't sing to the others, little birds! — he says in a dominant tone, dragging his face over my ass, rubbing it slowly.
I hold back the sob of pain and dig my nails harder into the palm of my hand, feeling every nerve and muscle in my rigid body. I lift my face, my eyes fixed on the couples, who have changed positions. The guy with the trays is lying on the floor, with the blonde straddling him, fucking his cock with her pussy; the redhead kisses her passionately, with her arms stretched out on his shoulders and her legs spread, with her feet arranged on each side of the man's body lying on the floor. The big guy behind her, with the gas mask, is fucking her slowly, moving his cock in and out of her red ass, receiving hard spanks. My body receives the discharge of energy that turns it on completely. I bite my lips and die with the wave of pleasure that takes over me when I feel the touch of his tongue again in my anus. His wicked fingers, which left my pussy, return to it, stroking it with agility and constantly touching my clitoris. I want to scream, I want to scream so loud that my lungs burst, with each tremor of pleasure that assaults me. My toes contract and I dig them into the mattress, with the muscles of my calves hardening, along with those of my thighs. I throw my head back and close my eyes, breathing harder, feeling the way he fucks me shamelessly with his fingers and his tongue, sliding, circling, letting it flow in every corner of my ass. It's the first time any man has done this to me, and it would be something I would find strange and disgusting in any kind of aspect or circumstance, but here, now, with this man kneeling behind me, fucking my pussy with his fingers, it feels like the most right thing anyone has ever done to me.
My eyes squeeze shut, with the rest of my entire body retracting, letting me feel even the soles of my feet tingling as I explode like an avalanche of orgasm that consumes me entirely, spreading tremors through my legs. He sucks me hungrily, practically fucking my ass with his tongue, massaging my clitoris, which throbs, swollen, vibrating with the pleasure it has just received. I feel complete relaxation take over me, making me collapse to my knees in pure exhaustion, breathing heavily. I feel languid, exhausted and drained in such a way that I just want to continue in this state of inertia. His hand moves from between my legs as I sit on top of my legs, my arm hanging at my side and my fingers shaking. I try to force air into my airways and my heartbeat to slow down. My hair, stuck to my cheeks with sweat, is slowly pushed by his fingers as he stands up, standing next to me. I feel my head rest against his leg as I suck in air sharply. I close my eyes, enjoying the feeling of abandonment in front of him, of letting him know what he just did to me, as he strokes my hair. I smile and close my eyes, rubbing my face against his hand, like a docile feline that he has just tamed. I feel the touch of his fingers in my mouth, and almost as if it were something automatic in my body to respond to him, my lips part, sucking his fingers into my mouth. I suck them little by little, feeling the taste of my pussy on them. I hear the sound of his breathing getting heavier, with his body lowering himself and his face inches from mine, holding my face in his hand, while I suck his fingers lazily.
"Come on, little bird, let's find a cage for you to sing just for me!" His hoarse voice speaks firmly, with the timbre getting stronger and his breathing quickening.
I open my eyes and blink, confused, feeling my mind returning from the vegetative state it was in seconds ago. The sound of the loud moans of the others around us enters my ears, making me return to reality faster. I open my mouth and free his fingers, falling my body backwards, falling on my butt on the cold floor. My fingers slip and go behind me, to support myself, but I end up touching someone's bare leg. I look over there at the same time and pull my arms back, leaving them on my chest, realizing that there are people fucking next to me.
"Oh, my God!" — I cover my mouth and push my hair back, as I breathe quickly, realizing what I just did.
" Birdie? — I turn my face to the man who just fucked me, I don't even know what his face looks like.
"No, no... — I mumble nervously, shaking my head, practically throwing my body forward as I get to my knees and tap my fingers on the floor, searching for my dress. — You did something bad, Mabel... Something bad.
I get up nervously when I find my dress lying on the mattress, and I hold it tight to my body. I feel the touch of his fingers brushing my arm as I run away from him, crossing the center of the room, rushing past the couples who are having sex. I get scared when the guy with the gas mask turns to look at me. I push my body back, afraid that he will try to hold me, and I end up falling to the floor. My eyes fall to my bare legs, moving up my naked body, stopping at the deformity of the large scar on my abdomen. My trembling fingers pull the dress with more desperation, covering me.
" No, you shouldn't have done that, Mabel! — I whisper, scared, feeling the tears burning in my eyes.
“Hey, are you okay, little one?” — the man in the gas mask asks, quietly, approaching me slowly.
I hurriedly put on my dress, pulling it over my head, and stand up quickly. The sound of something falling to the floor, which was tangled in my dress, makes me look down at my feet, and I see the bronze goat mask inches away from me.
“Hey, little one, are you hurt?” I startle when a touch is made on my arm, making me jump back. I see the black man remove his mask, giving me a worried look. “Someone hurt you…”
I look down at the bronze goat mask and feel my whole body tremble. I want to scream that he had done much worse, that he didn’t hurt me…
He released my demons.
I look up in the direction I ran from, just in time to see the large shadow come out of the darkness and move directly towards me. I'm already running at full speed when the boy in front of me tries to touch me again. I run faster, not wanting to look at them, at any of them, at any of these people. I just want to get out of this place and I pray that I can lock away this bad side inside me that he let loose again.

" MABELLLL! — Macro's distant voice calls my name, but I don't stop, I don't look back, I don't want to wait for him, I don't want to.
He shouldn't have brought me here. Macro, above all else, knows that this is the last place I should be. I close my eyes and wipe away the tears, managing to get past the human wall and blending in with the people, running towards the stairs.
"Why are you here, Mabel?
"Because I did something bad.