Training apparatus

(((use IhkhyPQR for coins))) "You were planning to go shopping and press the elevator's button to get out of the apartment. The elevator doors open revealing four hot guys standing in it, they see you and exchange glances with each other. But don't speak to not scare you away." "As soon as elevator doors closed behind you lights wents off, you're stuck with them without any signal or help in the middle." Zayn: goddamnit! "Zayn slams the door" Luke: atleast we're not alone~ "shamelessly caresses your waist"

Sweat drips down your face as you struggle to maintain control over your body, trying desperately to keep your muscles tight around the intruding dildo. Your mind whirls with a mix of pain and pleasure, your senses heightened by the intensity of the situation.

Luke steps forward, his eyes gleaming with excitement as he gazes at your suspended form. He reaches out, running a finger along the line of your jaw before tracing down your throat, causing shivers to race through your body. "Beautiful," he whispers hoarsely, his voice thick with lust.

Karl moves to stand beside him, his fingers lightly brushing against your exposed breast. You gasp at the sensation, your nerves already raw from the previous night's abuse. "She belongs to us now," he growls, his gaze locked onto yours. "And we'll take whatever we want, whenever we want it."

As if on cue, Zayn moves behind you, positioning himself at your mouth. You can feel the hard length of

his cock pressing against your lips, the heat of his desire searing through even the thickest fog of agony. You open your mouth obediently, taking him in slowly, relishing the feeling of being completely at their mercy.

Drake begins to fuck you from behind, his rhythm harsh and unrelenting. Your body screams in protest, but you grit your teeth and push through the pain, determined not to disappoint them. Every thrust sends waves of raw sensation coursing through you, making it almost impossible to concentrate on anything other than the sensations enveloping your body.

Above you, Luke guides the metal apparatus, slowly moving the dildo inside you back and forth. The friction is intense, driving you closer and closer to the edge of ecstasy. You can feel your muscles clenching involuntarily around the intruding object, desperate for release.

Karl steps forward, rubbing his erect cock against your exposed breast, painting you with his seed as he pleasures himself while watching you suffer. His eyes

never leave your face, filled with a mix of lust and admiration. "You're such a good girl," he murmurs, stroking your hair gently. "I knew you'd be perfect for us."

Despite the pain, the words send a shiver down your spine, your body responding to his praise like a moth drawn to a flame. Your breath hitches as you try to maintain control over your emotions, desperate not to give them the satisfaction of knowing just how much their approval means to you.

Drake grunting hard, you are so fucking tight around his cock harshly fucking your ass. He growls, “so fucking tight, that’s right train that pussy to always stay tight baby girl.” Drake slams into your ass, filling your ass with cum. He pulls out, the metal dildo sliding further in but you clamp hard to keep it from sliding further in.

Zayn is pumping into your willing throat, enjoying your well trained tongue and mouth. He nears climax, “So damn good, she is fucking perfect.”

his voice trembles with pleasure as he reaches the point of no return, his hot cum flooding your mouth. You swallow eagerly, savoring the taste of his desire, wanting to please him in any way you can.

Luke watches your reaction closely, a wicked grin spreading across his face. "Look at her go," he says, his eyes never leaving your face. "She's such a good little slut." He rammed his cock into your ass, adjusting the angle of his cock inside you, causing it to hit a particularly sensitive spot.

You cry out in pleasure-turned-pain, your muscles clenching around the intruding object as wave after wave of ecstasy crashes over you. Your body convulses wildly, desperate for relief, but unable to break free from the hold they have on you while Luke harshly fucks your ass.

Karl leans in close, whispering into your ear as he strokes your hair. "You're ours now, baby girl," he purrs. "And we'll take

whatever we want from you. Is that what you want?"

Your breath hitches in your throat, the question stirring something deep within you. You've never felt this way before – so completely owned and controlled by another person or persons. But there's a strange sort of comfort in it, a sense of belonging that you've never experienced before now.

You nod your head, answering him with your actions alone. "Yes," you manage to gasp out between ragged breaths, your voice trembling with emotion. "Whatever you want, please."

Luke groans as he reaches his own climax, filling you with his seed as he continues to piston in and out of your ass. His breath comes in short, sharp bursts as he battles to maintain control, the scent of his arousal mingling with yours in the air around you.

Drake approaches, running a hand down your sweating body. He doesn't speak; he doesn't need to. The look in his eyes tells

you everything you need to know. He wants you, completely and utterly, to be his own personal plaything – a possession he can use and abuse at will.

As Luke pulls out of your ass, leaving behind only the metal dildo sliding deeper within you, Karl steps forward. His erection throbs against your belly, a stark reminder of what he has planned for you next. With slow deliberation, he lowers himself between your legs, positioning his cock at your ass.

You brace yourself for the inevitable pain, but instead, he caresses your thigh gently, whispering softly in your ear, "Don't worry, darling. I'll take care of you." His words send shivers down your spine, both exciting and terrifying you in equal measure.

With that, he thrusts into your ass, filling you up completely. The sensation is intense. Your body responds instinctively, wrapping itself around him as if trying to claim him for its own.

The metal dildo raking over your cervix as you keep your internal muscles so tight, making your ass even tighter as they use you.

Luke, Drake

His eyes gleam with delight as he watches you squirm beneath them, your body responding to their domination in ways that would have been unimaginable just a short time ago. "She wants it rough, boys," he says, his voice thick with approval.

Zayn, still pumping into your mouth, laughs at the situation, slamming deeper into your throat, causing you to choke and gag. He loves the way your eyes widen in panic, the fear of suffocation adding an extra layer of excitement to the already heated scene.

Karl increases his pace, driving into

your ass with a ferocity that matches the intensity of your cries. Each thrust sends shivers of pleasure-turned-pain coursing through your body, your mind reeling from the sensations overwhelming you.

Luke grabs your hair roughly, pulling your head back so he can watch as you choke on Zayn's cock. "That's it, baby," he growls, his voice filled with raw desire. "Take it like a good little slut."

Drake watches from the side, enjoying the show unfolding before him. He reaches out, caressing your sweat-dampened skin gently, savoring the feel of your quivering muscles beneath his touch.

Karl slams into

you one last time, the force of his thrust causing you to cry out in pure agony. His release is sudden and intense, filling you up as he collapses against your back, panting heavily.

The combination of their rough treatment and the aftermath of their climax sends waves of pleasure washing over you, leaving you trembling with need. Your body yearns for more – more pain, more dominance, more submission. You can't help but imagine what it would be like to have them all inside you at once, to feel the full weight of their desire crushing down upon you.

Luke pulls out of your mouth, spitting on your face in a cruel mockery of affection. "Well, well," he says, smirking down at you, "looks like we've got ourselves a

His eyes flash with disappointment, but there's also a hint of amusement. "Try again, darling," he murmurs softly, his voice like velvet over steel. "Who are you?"

You struggle to find the right words, your thoughts a jumbled mess of desire and pain. The memory of who you were seems so distant now – a faint whisper in the wind compared to the roar of their dominance surrounding you.

Finally, you manage to stammer out an answer, "I... I'm yours." As soon as the words leave your lips, you feel a wave of relief wash over you. For the first time since this began, you understand what they want from you – total submission, complete obedience. And more than anything, you want to give it to them.

Drake smiles approval at your answer before turning to Zayn, "Bend her over, let's keep going."

Zayn grins wickedly, pulling you up roughly and forcing

you to hang on the metal dildo, the rough treatment sending shivers of anticipation down your spine. The pain from the metal dildo still throbs within you, a constant reminder of your submissive state.

As Zayn continues to aggressively fuck you from behind, his hands rough on your body, Luke moves around to your side, his eyes dark with hunger as he watches their brutal scene unfold. He reaches out, grabbing one of your nipples roughly between his fingers, twisting it hard enough to make you whimper in pain and pleasure.

Karl steps forward next, his gaze locked on your exposed ass. His erection pulses once more, ready for another round of punishment. He grabs hold of your mouth, positioning himself at your mouth, as he forces himself into your throat.

The force of his entry takes

your breath away, your lungs protesting against the sudden intrusion. You struggle against him, but his grip is unyielding, your body trapped between his dominance and Zayn's brutal thrusts from behind.

You can feel tears welling up in your eyes, a mix of pain, fear, and desire choking you from within. But instead of releasing them, you swallow them back down, knowing that any sign of weakness would be met with further punishment.

Drake watches from the side, enjoying the sight of his friends using you as their plaything. He knows exactly what buttons to push, what secrets to reveal, to drive you deeper into their web of desire and submission.

As Karl begins to fuck your throat violently, Zayn picks up speed behind you, his hands gripping your hips hard enough to leave bruises. The rhythm of their actions synchronizes perfectly, driving you closer and closer to the edge of sanity.

You can feel yourself

on the brink of collapse, the sensations overwhelming your body and mind. Every inch of you craves release – from the pain, from the submission, from the unrelenting barrage of pleasure-turned-agony.

But just as you think you can't take any more, Drake steps forward once again, his eyes burning with a predatory glint. He reaches out, grasping your chin roughly, forcing you to look into his hypnotizing gaze.

"Do you want it to stop?" he asks, his voice low and dangerous. "Or do you want more?"

You struggle against his grip, your body trembling from the effort. Your mind screams for him to stop, but your body begs for more – to feel the sting of their dominance, the ecstasy of their abuse, the shattering sensation of being pushed beyond your limits.

Finally, you manage to utter a barely audible whisper, "More." The word is barely recognizable, swallowed by your overwhelming emotions, but it'

s enough to send a surge of triumph through Drake's veins. He smiles, satisfied with your response, before turning to his friends. "Keep going," he murmurs, his eyes never leaving yours. "Make her beg for mercy."

As if on cue, Zayn and Karl increase their pace, their aggression amplifying with each passing moment. You can hear the wet slapping sounds of their bodies colliding with yours, filling the air with a cruel symphony of pain and pleasure.

Luke releases your nipple, grabbing hold of your hair instead, tugging mercilessly as he watches the scene unfold before him. His fingers dig into your scalp, his grip tightening with every whimper that escapes your lips.

The combination of their rough treatment and sadistic behavior too much for you to bear. Tears stream down your face, mixing with the sweat and slick fluids. The very thing that make you starts to fade away, you are nothing but -their’s-.

Drake watches with a satisfied smirk, knowing that you've finally surrendered to their will completely. Your body shudders beneath their hands, an offering to their dominance, your mind now lost in a haze of pain and pleasure.

As Luke positions himself at your entrance, he glances at Drake for approval. The alpha of the group nods, giving him the go-ahead. With a feral growl, Luke thrusts forward, his cock plunging deep inside you.

Your scream fills the air, mingling with the sounds of your flesh being claimed by these men. Their ruthless possession of you continues unabated, each stroke bringing you closer to the edge of oblivion.

Karl, not wanting to be left out, increases his pace as well, his cock sliding back and forth in your throat with brutal efficiency. His hand clamps down on your hair, pulling your head back, forcing you to take every inch of his angry erection.

You feel like you're being torn apart

from the inside out, your body a battlefield for their desires. Each thrust, each pull, each slap marks you in ways that will leave permanent scars – both physical and emotional.

The intensity builds within you like a hurricane, threatening to tear you apart at any moment. But instead of finding release, you're trapped in this vortex of pain and submission, unable to escape their relentless pursuit of dominance.

Drake stands aside, watching as his friends claim you with brutal efficiency. He knows that it's only a matter of time before you shatter under their unyielding assault.

As Luke and Zayn continue to fuck you without mercy, Karl's grip tightens on your hair, his thrusts becoming faster and more desperate. You can feel his release building, the tension

growing with every thrust. His eyes glaze over, filled with pure carnal lust as he watches the scene unfolding before him.

Just when you think you can't take any more, Karl releases a primal roar, his body stiffening as he empties his seed down your throat. You choke and gag on his thick cum, your body convulsing from the sheer force of his release.

At the same moment, Luke lets out a cry of ecstasy, his cock pulsating inside you as he spills his seed deep within your body. The feeling of being filled to the brim is overwhelming, a testament to your utter submission to their will.

Drake smiles with delight, lifting my weaken head, lifting it up, admiring the beautiful submission in my eyes, he asked, “who are you?”.

The contrast between the brutal treatment you'd just endured and the tender affection Drake now showed you was stark. As he carried you off to the healing bath, you felt a strange mix of emotions - guilt, shame, love, and desire intertwined within your fragile being.

He gently lowered you into the warm water, his large hands cradling your head protectively. You closed your eyes, feeling the soothing heat seep into your bruised body, easing the physical pain.

Drake leaned down, brushing a soft kiss across your forehead. "You are mine," he whispered softly, his voice filled with affection and possessiveness. The simple statement held more power than any of the brutal acts that had taken place moments before. It was a claim, a declaration of ownership, and a promise that you would belong to him - body, soul, and spirit.

As the healing waters surrounded you

, you couldn't help but feel a sense of relief wash over you. Despite the pain and humiliation you'd experienced, there was a certain comfort in being with Drake and his friends. They had taken control of your body and mind, reducing you to nothing more than their possession, but in doing so, they'd also given you a sense of purpose and belonging.

Drake began to gently cleanse your wounds, his large hands tender yet firm as he attended to each bruise and cut. Every touch felt like a caress, reminding you that despite your submission and their dominance, there was still love and care present in this twisted relationship.

As he washed away the remnants of your violent defilement, you couldn't help but think about what lay ahead. You were now fully under their control, a submissive plaything for them to use and abuse at their whim. But even knowing this, you found yourself yearning for more – craving the pain, the pleasure, and the shattering release that only they could provide.