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the swing again.
    This continued for a while, me swinging and spinning until I lost all sense of direction. Then, after catching me, the man with the smooth brown skin thrust inside me, fucking me hard and fast before passing me over to another man, then another. I continued to swing between the men, and each time I was caught, I never knew whether I’d be fucked before being pushed back, whether I’d be penetrated just once, or fucked hard. Or whether the man who caught me would drop to his knees and suck.
    Losing all track of time, I closed my eyes, focused only on the sensations between my legs, on the differences between each cock: the length, the girth, the angle, the depth of each penetration. Each man hit different places inside me, awakening new nerves, striking my sex in different ways. I started to feel numb, over-stimulated, but at the same time euphoric. Someone slapped my ass, and it barely registered. I wasn’t sure whether or not I could still distinguish pleasure from pain.
    The speed of the swinging slowed, most of the men only kissing my thighs, or rubbing their hard cocks against me, rather than thrusting inside. But just as I assumed it was over, another cock slid into me, hard. I gasped.
    Feeling the brush of fabric on my belly, I opened my eyes. It was my voyeur.
    His eyes and the rest of his features were shaded by his mask and the overhead lighting. Driven all the way in, he held me against him, not moving, just penetrating, and I could almost feel his cock twitch inside me. Holding me suspended, he bent to kiss my hard nipple, and my body arched into his kiss, the sensitive skin wanting to be taken by his mouth, just as his cock was taking my sex.
    He lathed and sucked and, although he held the swing still, although there was no friction from his penetration, I felt his hardness like a rock inside me.
    I moved my hips, as much as I could within the confines of the restraints, and groaning deep in his chest, he raised his head and started to thrust. The speed was unreal. It was like his hips were a jackhammer, pounding, trying to break me apart. And although his wasn’t the largest cock I’d had inside me that night, the sensations were the most intense.
    On the edge of an orgasm, I was unable to get there. And still he thrust. Every cell on my body was on fire and his thrusts went on forever, becoming sharp, too hard, too fast. I couldn’t take anymore. There was no way I could climax again. The sex was starting to hurt.
    “Red light,” I said.
    He kept pounding.
    “Red light!” I raised my head, trying to appeal to the man, but his masked face was a dark and ominous silhouette above me. “Red light. Stop. Please stop.”
    He pulled out and slumped over me. “I’m sorry. So sorry. Safe word. I forgot.” He pressed his lips to my throat.
    I was so angry I wanted to push him off me, but my hands were still bound and I was so spent I wasn’t sure I could move.
    I inhaled, unable to avoid his musky scent. An unmistakable scent.
    “Thom?”
    His head snapped back and he tore off his mask. “I’m so sorry, baby. So sorry.”
    “My hands.”
    He reached up to undo the bindings and then cradled me in his arms. My ankles were still hooked in, and my arms were nearly numb, barely able to hold him. My entire body was numb and I was so exhausted I could barely process what was happening.
    I felt his hot tears on the back of my neck before I realized he was crying.
    “Hey.” I used an almost-dead arm to stroke down his back. “Talk to me.” Then I remembered we weren’t alone.
    I glanced around, but couldn’t see any of the other men. The light over the swing shone in my eyes, making it very difficult to see anything else.
    “Get me out of this thing.”
    Thom, dressed only in his shirt and socks, gently undid the soft straps around my ankles and waist, then lifted me from the sling. I wrapped my now-prickling arms around his neck, and in spite of what had just happened, I felt safe in his