Tied and Taken (Part 3)

(Part 2) Mark couldn’t form words, his mind consumed by the relentless pleasure. He felt he was being torn apart and put back together, each movement pushing him closer to the brink.
Again, just as he felt himself on the verge of climax, Brenda intervened. She leaned down, her lips close to his ear. “Not yet, Mark. Save it for later.”
Mark groaned in frustration, his body trembling with the effort of holding back. He was desperate for release, but Brenda’s control was absolute.
“Next,” Brenda called out, her voice triumphant.
Another woman stepped forward, her expression eager. Mark watched as she readied herself, her movements precise and calculated.
“Let’s see how you handle this,” she purred, positioning herself behind him.
Mark braced himself, his body already sensitized from the previous encounters. He felt her press against him, her entry smooth and deliberate.
This time, the sensation was almost unbearable. The woman set a fierce pace, her thrusts deep and powerful. Mark’s body writhed beneath her, his muscles straining against the restraints.
“Yes, Mark!” she exclaimed, her voice rising excitedly. “Take it all!”
Mark’s mind fragmented, his thoughts reduced to a haze of pure sensation. He was lost in the pleasure, his body a vessel for their desires.
Once again, Brenda intervened, her hand gentle but firm. “Not yet, love. We have more in store for you.”
Mark’s frustration mounted, his body aching for release. He was trapped in a cycle of endless pleasure, each encounter pushing him closer to the edge only to be pulled back at the last moment.
“One more round,” Brenda announced, her voice triumphant.
The final woman stepped forward, her expression a mix of anticipation and determination. Mark watched as she prepared herself, her movements fluid and graceful.
“Ready?” she asked, her voice calm and collected.
Mark nodded, his body thrumming with pent-up desire. He braced himself as she positioned herself behind him, her approach methodical and precise.
This time, the sensation was transcendent. The woman set a slow, deliberate pace, her thrusts measured and controlled. Mark’s body responded viscerally, his muscles quivering with each movement.
“That’s it, Mark,” she murmured, her voice soothing. “Feel everything.”
Mark’s mind emptied, his thoughts dissolving into the sensation. He was floating, adrift in a sea of pleasure, each thrust sending ripples of ecstasy through him.
Just as he felt himself on the brink of climax, Brenda leaned down, her lips close to his ear. “Almost there, love. Just a little longer.”
Mark groaned, his body trembling with the effort of holding back. He was desperate for release, but Brenda’s control was absolute.
“Now,” Brenda whispered, her voice barely audible.
With a final, powerful thrust, the woman pushed Mark over the edge. His body convulsed, his muscles contracting violently as wave after wave of orgasm crashed over him.
“Yes, Mark!” Brenda exclaimed, her voice triumphant. “Let it all out!”
Mark’s vision blurred, his mind obliterated by the intensity of the sensation. He was lost in the pleasure, his body a conduit for their desires.
As the waves subsided, Mark slumped against the restraints, his body spent and sated. He had experienced something incredible, a pleasure he had never imagined possible.
“Well done, everyone,” Brenda announced, her voice filled with satisfaction. “That was truly amazing.”
Her friends agreed, their voices a chorus of approval. Mark lay there, his body still tingling from the experience, his mind slowly returning to reality.
“Thank you,” he managed to whisper, his voice weak and hoarse.
Brenda smiled, her hand gentle as she stroked his hair. “You deserve it, Mark. You really do.”

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