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Prologue
Lying on the pull-out sofa, Garret’s fingers curled around his rock hard cock. Each time he indulged in a sexual act, the power of the Shadows grew stronger. He’d tried to abstain, but without success, for they pursued him relentlessly, tempting him with image after erotic image, until he could no longer resist. They knew his weaknesses.
The figures now outlined in shadow on the cabin wall caused his heart to pound and his pulse to race. Enthralled, he couldn’t pull his gaze away.
Bound and tied, the silhouette of a woman, with her arms stretched above her head, held his attention. She’d just climaxed from an intense pussy-licking by another silhouette. Male or female, he wasn’t certain. The nearly shapeless Shadow resembled some sort of multi-tongued alien creature to him.
He’d never witnessed anything so arousing, probably because his imagination had to fill in what details he couldn’t really see.
The woman’s long hair hung down an inch above her shapely ass. Full breasts thrust forward, with her nipples peaked, just begging to be sucked. He ran his tongue along his lower lip.
A silhouette of a second woman stood behind the first, with some sort of whip or lash in her hand. She struck out, landing a slap against the bound woman’s ass, causing the captive to arch and her mouth to open in what looked like ecstasy.
“Oh, yeah. Give it to her good, honey.” The Shadows never crossed the line and became abusive with each other, but they enjoyed sexually extreme acts, as did he.
His hand moved up and down his engorged shaft. The faster he stroked his cock, the faster the lash struck the woman, as if he and the silhouette in charge moved in perfect rhythm with each other.
As Garret and the Dominatrix eventually slowed their strokes, the female, inflicting the ass-whipping, faded a little at a time, until she melted away altogether. Too bad. He’d been enjoying the show.
Two masculine silhouettes eased into view, their large cocks erect and ready to fuck. One lifted the tied woman and wrapped her legs around his hips as he thrust into her cunt. The second silhouette, much larger than the first, rounded behind her and after some maneuvering, his huge cock disappeared up her ass.
“Damn.” Garret’s whole body ached. He needed a woman badly. His hand was a poor substitute for a warm, wet pussy or a tight asshole milking him.
The men fucked the bound female mercilessly, buffeting her roughly back and forth between them. Garret didn’t know what happened to the woman with the whip.
As soon as the thought crossed his mind, she appeared on the wall right next to him. He jerked in surprise, but forced himself to relax.
With the position of the lamps and the lack of other lighting in the cabin, he saw his own fisted cock as a silhouette on the wall. Her tongue eased out and touched the shadowed tip.
“Y-Yes!” The sensation rocketed through him. He actually felt the moist flicking of her tongue on the head of his cock. Never before had that happened. “Ah!”
At his groan of pleasure, the three other silhouettes stopped and turned toward him. They watched for several moments, and afterwards resumed fucking each other even more vigorously.
“Oh! Yes!” Garret moaned, his balls ready to explode. “I’m going to come!”
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