Lindsay's Ritual Gangbang

Lindsay's Ritual Gangbang

Cheerleader Lindsay trapped in a ritual gangbang

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Welcome, readers. This stand-alone story is part seven in the Cheerleader Lindsay series. Here is a quick recap.

Cheerleader Lindsay's wild sexual adventures began with a bet between players on rival football teams. She goes from paying off her debt in an abandoned warehouse to encountering several police officers at an abandoned toy car factory.

Returning to Baylor Tech, she partakes in an untamed visit to the Astronomy Observatory with two students who witness her and star running back boyfriend Jake fighting.

Threatened with expulsion when the wager is discovered, Lindsay agrees to scout future opponents for Baylor Tech's football team. During her integration, she dupes the chief of police into thinking she is an undercover agent. Now searching for football playbooks and drug activity, her first trip is to Louisiana.

Lindsay has an unrestrained night of lust on her own in New Orleans before she is joined by her friend, fellow Cheerleader Steph. The second night, in the Big Easy, involves spending the night in a mysterious manor hidden in the industrial part of town.

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The wind picked up as it howled through the big branches of the magnolia trees. Tiny dust devils twisted past, illuminated by a full moon peeking through the cloudy Louisiana sky.

Steph stood quietly whispering to Lindsay while Derek, Draymon, Jacques, and Hines quickly dashed around the property. "What the heck has gotten into them?"

Lindsay rubbed Steph's arm and smiled. "I don't know, but it is kind of fun to watch them in a panic." Lindsay motioned for Steph to follow her lead and button up her coat. She wondered about what Derek had just said. Who were 'The Minders'?

Steph drew Lindsay's attention to the bluish-purple at the top of the largest magnolia tree. Staring up through the sea of dark, glossy leaves, Steph noticed the light was no longer fading in and out of brightness. The glow was becoming steadily brighter. "Damn, that light is spooky."

Lindsay felt a twinge of nervous excitement. "Maybe the night is still young."

Steph flashed her a look of shook. "You have got to be kidding me. I don't know about you, but those guys wore me out."

Jabbing her elbow into Steph's side, Lindsay started laughing. "I thought you handled yourself pretty well. You know I was watching you from downstairs. We've had a chance to rest."

"I thought the extra guys were going for you; they surprised me," Steph pointed out. She felt exhausted but was eager to make sure Lindsay knew she could keep up. Giggling, Steph gave Lindsay a good-natured tickle. "Draymon, Isiah, and Terry were pretty keen on wrecking your pussy."

Lindsay blushed. She knew Steph, along with everyone else, had figured out her secret. It was clear Lindsay's fear of the three bad boys masked a deep primal attraction. Lindsay felt weak at the knees remembering how Draymon, Isiah, and Terry confronted her with handcuffs. "I guess I had gotten them worked up. I didn't mean to."

"Were they too aggressive for you?" Steph asked. It was a lighthearted attempt to poke holes in Lindsay's confidence. Steph was hoping to at least get more details.

"Well, they did bust out the handcuffs. Not that I am complaining," Lindsay declared. She was reassuring herself she could handle the intensity as much as she was trying to convince Steph of the same. "You didn't get to watch?"

"No, I didn't. You sent all those guys my way after you got them rock hard." Steph was letting Lindsay know she was going to have to return the favor. "Hey, it sounds like cars are pulling up."

The light atop the magnolia tree grew even brighter and then flashed three times. Five dark green Cadillacs pulled into the driveway. These were all series 314 Cadillacs built in 1926. The massive V-8 engines took up the whole front half of each vehicle. The long running boards underneath each set of doors on either side of the car glimmered sparkling clean in the moonlight.

As the procession of Cadillacs came to a stop in front of the house, Derek, Draymon, Jacques, and Hines assembled themselves alongside Steph and Lindsay. Chauffeurs hopped out of the 2nd and 3rd vehicles. In succession from 2nd to 3rd, each chauffeur opened a rear door.

Wooden canes, polished finely, glimmered in the moonbeams. Three very well-dressed gentlemen, nimble with salt and pepper hair, gathered as their chauffeur returned to the driver's seat. Charisma and poise flowed from their collective presence.

Lindsay and Steph were awestruck. They could each feel their breath and their hearts beating. Wise eyes were analyzing everything. Examining each person's posture, stance, and bearing.

Pausing right in front of Lindsay, Ray, the wisest-looking of the trio, spoke. "Derek, introduce us." Ray's voice was melodic and became harmonic as the s stuck on his tongue.

Derek made a short bowing gesture toward the trio. "The Tradition of the Minders: I present Lindsay and Steph." Doing a half turn, Derek continued, "And here, stand Draymon, Jacques, and Hines." Derek then said, "Friends, guests of the manor, meet Ray, Phil, and Mile."

A slow procession followed. Ray, Phil, and Mile took Lindsay and Steph by the hand, pressing a thumb slightly down on the back of their hands. It was a quiet greeting. A brief eye-to-eye gaze.

Phil snapped his fingers, and the drivers for cars two and three bounced out, and in an instant, were holding open the rear Cadillac doors. Three women, dark and mysterious, emerged as if they had just left a 1920s speakeasy. They too were agile. Gliding into the moonlight, holding cigarettes lit and attached to 20"inch-long opera-length cigarette holders.

Dovena, Glindina, and Hailisoo muttered to each other in a mixture of French Creole, Cajun, and Spanish. "C'est tout er sucre. Non, c'est tout er sirop." (It's all sweet. No, it's all syrup.)

The three were conferencing away as they went up to Lindsay and Steph, greeting them with a chorus. "Cher, mon cher. C'est lagniappe. Comment ca va cher? (Dear, my dear. This is something extra. How are you, dear?)"

Lindsay and Steph looked at each other, and then Steph took a deep breath. "Mwen byen. N'ap boule. (I am fine. We are good.)"

It was hard to tell who was more surprised, Lindsay or the trio of elegant flappers. Dovena and Glindina glanced back toward Phil and Mile. While Hailisoo floated closer to Steph. "C'est er sirop! (It is syrup)!"

"Haitian Creole, my my," Ray remarked. "Bring Walter out."

The driver of the 4th car jumped into action. Swinging, the heavy Cadillac rear door opened, and Walter entered the moonlight. Two strong thugs had an arm each as Walter was marched to the group.

"Seems your story is starting to make sense," Ray explained. "You can relax your grip."

The two big men in fedora hats and suits released their grip on Walter and stepped back a few feet. Dovena, Glindina, and Hailisoo took a collective sigh of relief. Evidently, the Tradition of the Minders had given Walter a task that they thought he had blown. Earlier in the day, Steph had raised some eyebrows when she went around town trying to research the life of Paul Morphy. As she made inquiries regarding the famous chess player, The Minders sent Walter to investigate.

When Ray, Phil, and Mile found out that Walter put the task off, he was in hot water. During the dressing down, Walter keyed in on their description of the lady in question. He took the gamble and told them he knew exactly where she was.

Mile explained this all briefly to the crowd. He acknowledged that, though still inexcusable, Lindsay and Steph were lagniappe. "Good thing your something extra was one and the same as your duty."

Phil clarified with Steph that she was downtown in the afternoon. "Let's go inside and discuss this further." The flappers, the Minders, Derek, and Walter walked inside with Steph.

Lindsay remained outside with Jacques and Draymon. The wind continued to pick up. "I'm going inside. Take her for a walk," Jacques directed in a firm tone. Draymon got closer to Lindsay. She felt his aggressive vibe.

Lindsay squirmed as she took in his gaze. Draymon flashed her a smile and assured her they would be a while inside. Lindsay offered that she was fine waiting by the magnolia tree in the moonlight.

"It is not really an option." Draymon whistled, and the drivers of the first and fifth Cadillac sprang into action. Rear doors were held open for three men in each car to step out. The six men were well dressed with fedoras, like the two men who had pulled Walter out moments earlier. "We insist."

Lindsay felt small as nine pairs of eyes focused on her. "Well, I guess I will be well protected," Lindsay joked with the group. The men all seemed to know each other. Lindsay figured if she ran, she wouldn't be able to get away from all of them. She got up and let Draymond guide her down a path. The others followed a short distance behind.

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Inside the manor Steph, sat at a big table. The trio of flappers took turns quizzing her while Ray, Phil, and Mile observed. They sat on the other side of the table. Steph answered their question as best she could. It was a whirlwind of languages. French Creole, Cajun, Haitian Creole, and Spanish.

Steph stunned them with her fluency in everything but Spanish. As they became certain that Steph was really doing research on Paul Morphy, the conversation shifted toward Lindsay.

Steph acknowledged that Lindsay was the wild one. As Steph became anxious to rejoin Lindsay, Dovena put her hand on Steph's shoulder. "I think it is time we explain. The Tradition of The Minders has concerns that you have been sent as spies. We sense this and have been given information."

"Spies? Not all. I really just came to town to visit Lindsay and research Paul Morphy for a school project," Steph offered in her defense.

"Mon cher," Dovena replied, blowing smoke in Steph's face. "We know you are being mostly truthful. That is why you are with us and not out there."

"What do you mean? Where have they gone?" Steph asked as she went to the window to look back outside. "I thought you told Lindsay to wait outside."

"We needed to talk to you alone," Glindina said. "We had to be certain. Don't worry too much about your friend."

"You guys are being so mysterious and assuming, don't you think?" Steph asked, pushing for a better explanation. "You are right. I do know more about this city than I let on, but I am not a spy. Lindsay doesn't even know what I know."

"Well, that would explain a few things," Ray asserted. "We are very secretive and have old traditions."

Steph signalled that she knew enough to respect the Minders. "We are not spies, but I know enough that it is important that I help."

"We will check on the others soon; a signal has already been sent. Your friend is more than she seems. Glad to have your understanding," Hailisoo uttered slowly as she winked at Steph.

"Look, I think it might be complicated," Steph said, addressing the group as a whole. "I've known Lindsay long enough to realize people are often fooled by her, but elle est tout er sucre (she is all sweet.)"

"Enough talk for now, mon cher." Dovena sat down next to Steph as she motioned for Derek to come over. Dovena whispered in Derek's ear. He went into the next room and returned with a tray of small clay shot glasses. "Where are my manners? Mon cher, welcome to the manor. Drink up."

Jacques could see Steph's lip twitch. Getting to her side, he spoke softly, reassuring her not to worry.

Ray pulled Derek and Walter aside. Having confirmed Jacques was familiar with the house, Ray announced his suggestion, "Our wives are fussing over you too much. Jacques, why don't you show your lovely friend the view from the second-floor balcony? The one with the best views of the magnolia flowers?"

"Yon gwo lide (great idea)," Jacques answered as he helped Steph get to her feet.

Feeling more comfortable, Steph downed her drink. She felt a slight burning sensation from the drink. "Tastes like lemon mixed with salted whiskey." Everyone nodded.

Upstairs, Steph embraced Jacques. They kissed passionately as he led her onto the balcony.

"Sak pase? (Are you ok?)" Jacques asked, brushing Steph's blonde hair out of her eyes.

"Does everyone speak Haitian Creole around here?" Steph was ignoring Jacques' question. She was desperate to understand the group dynamics.

"You heard what they said about being too nosy." Jacques was reminding Steph of Derek's words of caution as The Minders pulled up in their Cadillacs.

"I am fine. Are you sure Lindsay is alright? I don't see her anywhere." Steph's eyes scanned the surroundings. "Is that a stream over there?"

"Bel je (good eyes)," Jacques answered, placing a stunning white-leafed flower from the magnolia tree in her hands. "Look closer, and you will see your friend."

Straining, Steph tried to get her eyes to focus on where Jacques was indicating. She felt a little dizzy from the drink. "I can't see anyone."

Jacques rubbed her temple. "Breathe deep. Close your eyes and concentrate." He continued to rub Steph's temples and then snapped his fingers. "Open your eyes."

Steph was stunned. Suddenly, she could see much further than before. "Oh, now I can see her and Draymon. They are sitting on a bench, and a bunch of guys are nearby around a fire." She directed her gaze to Jacques. "I don't know if that was your touch or whatever the hell was in that drink, but I feel all my senses ramping up."

"Maji, mon cher (Magic, my dear)," Jacques answered. "And yes, most of us speak Haitian Creole. The real mystery is how a hot blonde cheerleader from Baylor Tech knows the language."

Steph put the magnolia flower in her hair. "I can't tell you everything," she said playfully. "How do you know we're from Baylor Tech?"

"Ha, you should know enough about the Tradition of the Minders to understand you can't hide anything from them," Jacques said, admiring the young vixen's pouty lips. "They told me they looked you up after your trip downtown."

Feeling a rush of friskiness, Steph pulled Jacques close to her. "Did you enjoy what you saw earlier?"

Knowing she was referencing the train the extra guys pulled on her hours before in the house, Jacques grinned. They enjoyed a lust-filled embrace and started kissing. "How could I not? Watching you being dominated was a thrill." He turned Steph around and removed her coat. "Place your coat on the railing."

"Cachottier, podjab (sneaky, poor devil)," Steph responded. She put her coat on the railing. Feeling extra aroused from the mystery shot, she stuck her ass out.

"Je ne suis pas un pauvre diable (I am not a poor devil)," Jacques declared with confidence. He was glad she had changed out of the bodycon dress and was now wearing a skirt. Jacques slowly caressed her upper thigh while moving his hand up her dress.

"Aren't we due back downstairs?" Steph asked. She turned as Jacques put their noses together.

Removing his tongue from her mouth, Jacques answered, "There is plenty to keep them busy. Let's enjoy ourselves. I don't know about you, cher, I'm feeling pretty good."

Steph growled at Jacques as he began tugging at her underwear. "I'm feeling lagniappe (extra) everywhere." She snickered and winked at him before putting her face amongst the sweet-smelling magnolia flowers blooming in front of her.

Jacques dipped his fingers into Steph's wet pussy and started transferring juice to her asshole. He brought his other hand into play, dipping fingers into Steph's mouth and letting her saliva drip down her ass crack.

With a firm grip, Jacques had Steph by her hips as he menacingly rubbed the head of his cock at her rear entrance. An abrupt grunt preceded a deep thrust. Jacques had pushed past her anal ring.

The mysterious shot was now kicking in for both of them. Feeling more aroused, they worked their hips in rhythm. Skin slapping skin was almost as loud as Steph's deep moans. Steph knew they might hear her cries of lust downstairs, but she didn't care. For the moment she had survived her interrogation and was now enjoying being railed by her man.

From the moment Jacques picked Steph up in his Jaguar I-Pace, he was smitten by her. He was overjoyed that luck had brought her to him for the Uber ride to the Blue Hornet Pub. A wild time at the observation point evolved into Steph becoming his ticket to meet the Tradition of the Minders.

Lost in the fury of his thrusts, Jacques felt Steph stiffen as she dug her nails into the flesh of his arms. Out of breath, she managed to howl, "Oh, shit. Fuck, fuck. I am cummming. Oh, fuck, I'm fucking cummming."

Jacques couldn't hold back any longer. His veined snake twitched as it erupted inside Steph's ass. He pulled his cock out and bounced it on her ass cheeks as he continued to shoot rope after rope of cum on her skin. "Oh, fuck. I love watching you get fucked almost as much as I love fucking you."

"Good thing my coat was on the railing. You were ramming me so hard, my ribs would be bruised without the cushioning," Steph uttered. She was still trying to catch her breath. "You're going to wear me out if you're not careful." Steph laughed while panting.

"You were moving your hips into me," Jacques remarked as he rubbed his waist. He whistled and gave her ass a few slaps.

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Draymon sat on a bench next to Lindsay. The eleven fancy-dressed men in fedoras were in a circle around a small fire. The moonlight lit up Draymon's face as he turned toward Lindsay.

"Warm night, isn't it?" Draymon asked. In one fluid motion he had her coat open and sliding off one of Lindsay's arms.

"Hey, Mr. Smooth Operator, I am not sure how you did that, but it is not that warm," Lindsay answered as she tried to get her arm back in the coat.

Draymon was too quick for Lindsay. Soon he had both her arms out of the coat. "Now that's a sight, Miss Cheerleader," Draymon announced as his eyes roamed across the brunette's body. Lindsay had changed into a button-down shirt that gave a partial view of her deep blue bra.

"How did you know I was a cheerleader?" Lindsay asked as she looked in her bag for her deep blue lipstick.

"The Minders know a lot about you," Draymon snickered as he moved closer.

"Okay, wild man. Here's a little treat," Lindsay whispered. She pouted her freshly applied lipstick-covered lips. "My lips match my bra."

"You just keep getting yourself in more trouble," Draymon declared, shaking his head as he pulled his jeans open to reveal his deep blue underwear. He noticed Lindsay's gaze was fixed on the bulge in his pants. "Still nervous around me?"

Lindsay bit her lip and shifted on the bench. She pretended to get distracted. "Shouldn't we head back to the manor? They must be done questioning Steph by now."

Pointing at the bluish-purple light that was now on again, Draymon snickered. "They are done alright. Turns out you are the one with all the answers."

"All the answers? About what?" Lindsay tried to laugh off the intensity of the moment. "I thought I heard moaning and groaning."

"Let's find out right now." Draymon pulled out a vial and dabbed powder on Lindsay's hand.

"What's this for?" Lindsay asked, feeling more nervous by the moment.

"It is for your ritual. I understand you have a similar powder," Draymon said in an oddly harmonic tone. "Lick your hand."

"I prefer this way," Lindsay explained as she pulled a short metallic straw out of her bag. She snorted the powder off her hand and then showed Draymon a bag from her purse. "Damn, that was strong. What is this about a ritual?"

Draymon motioned for Lindsay to hand him her bag. "I will explain. First, I want you to take your stuff and compare the two."

Lindsay tried to object, but Draymon was too quick for her. He had more powder on her hand. "How will I compare the two if I take them at the same time?"

"You'll judge the difference between a singular and a combined experience," Draymon explained sternly.

"Fuck, that burns," Lindsay hollered. She felt helpless at the thought of trying to evade Draymon's requests. Draymon, along with Terry and Isiah, was one of the three bad boys who had gotten under Lindsay's skin earlier. They knew her secret: she loathed and lusted after rough men.

Draymon grabbed Lindsay by the face. "You are in so much trouble." He kissed her passionately.

"Oh, fuck. What did I do now?" Lindsay moaned. "Fuck, why did you make me take that powder? They are both strong. I can feel warm already."

Draymon reached his hand into her shirt, popping off a few buttons, and he started playing with her breasts. "Good. Turns out you are in so much trouble a loyalty ritual is required."

"Loyalty ritual? That's a funny one." Lindsay giggled, trying to exude innocence. She felt a range of emotions. Deep arousal from the powder and fear from a lingering suspicion that she was seriously out of her league. The Minders seemed to know too much. "I'm only looking for good trouble."

"Oh, you'll be getting lots of both kinds," Draymon muttered with a devilish laugh loud enough for the men around the fire to take notice. The men began to hum.

"Whoa, wait a minute," Lindsay replied, her voice fluttering. "You, Terry, and Isiah were overwhelming enough. Those guys look like hard-core gangster thugs."

"That's how you described us." Draymon pulled Lindsay closer to him. "Am I not aggressive enough for you anymore?"

Lindsay straightened up and attempted to rebutton her shirt. "Oh, I didn't mean it like that. Cher, you are aggressive enough."

"Don't call me cher," Draymon proclaimed, ripping Lindsay's shirt all the way open. "Let's see those awesome tits of yours."

"Fuck," Lindsay moaned softly. The cool air hit her nipples, sending an electric charge through her body. It was cold, but Lindsay was also getting aroused. The powder and Draymon's dominance combined to ramp up her inner desires.

Flicking her nipples with his fingers, Draymon took further control. "Turns out they think you are a spy. For information about sports and business trades."

Lindsay was gripped by fear. Did they find out she got ahold of the football team's playbook? How did they know she was on the lookout for drugs? She quickly answered the last question. Flashing her bag of powder around didn't go unnoticed, but how did they know she took photos of the playbook? Were they bluffing? Had Steph figured it out and confessed her secret? "Oh, my god. What the hell is happening?"

"Let's not get distracted with all of that," Draymon answered. He was enjoying this part of the evening. "Watching you squirm is turning me on."

"You want to see me suffer? Are you some kind of sicko?" Lindsay questioned. Confusion was quickly catching up to her state of arousal.

"You got me all wrong," Draymon snickered. He chuckled as the men around the fire began to chant. "Fear not. The Minders hold you in high regard. After the loyalty ritual, all will become clear."

"Loyalty ritual?" Lindsay questioned. Her confusion was melting into a sense of fate and destiny. She felt like if she relaxed, she would eventually find peace of mind. The Minders would only be mad if she refused to work for them. "They must know I don't mean any harm."

"I know," Draymon smiled. "Tu es gentile. Tu es dop sirop. (You are sweet. You are syrup.") Take off your bra."

Lindsay attempted to playfully kick Draymon away. "I am not a topping for pancakes."

"It's just an expression." Draymon grabbed Lindsay's legs and pinned her to the ground. He took a deep breath and exhaled, blowing air into Lindsay's hair. He started mumbling words in a language she couldn't understand and then announced, "The ritual begins. The more you resist, the more aggressive we will get."

"Oh, I'm scared now," Lindsay teased. She wasn't sure why she said that. She sure was afraid of Draymon when she first met him. As far as she could tell, Draymon was, in his own way, looking out for her. "What do you mean we?"

Draymon pulled the straps of her bra off her shoulders. "See these fingers?" he asked as he wiggled his massive digits in front of her eyes.

"You gonna tell me a story about do I know what it means when a guy has big hands," Lindsay answered. Her eyes were stuck on the bulge in Draymon's pants again. "Damn, you are really getting hard."

Draymon pushed himself toward Lindsay, taking her bra all the way off, and he brought his bulge to her lips. Lindsay pulled his pants down, unleashing his massive, constrained cock. Her arousal was now reaching overdrive. She began licking up and down his shaft.

"Oh yeah, just like that. Lick the underside of my tip," Draymond moaned. The circle around the fire pit became silent. "Keep going. You like my cock in your mouth?"

Sarcastically, Lindsay grinned at Draymon. "Yeah, baby, give it to me."

Draymond tugged on her nipples as he started slapping her face with his engorged rod. Pushing her tits together, Draymon let his saliva drip from his mouth. Once he got enough of a puddle of spit between her flesh melons, he lowered his cock. He rubbed his very red and throbbing helmet on each nipple before nestling himself between her breasts.

Lindsay smiled up at Draymon as he started to pump away on her tits. "Come on, baby, drench my tits with your cum." Lindsay surprised herself by being that forward. She took a deep breath. She couldn't remember ever being that horny. The words loyalty ritual echoed in her mind.

"That feels so good," Draymon howled. "Fuck, I can't hold out. I'm cummming."

Lindsay watched intently as the eyehole of his cock opened. Spunk came flying out in bursts, plastering Lindsay's chin and breasts. The next few cum ropes had less velocity behind them. Lindsay used her hands to squeeze the last of his cum out of his cock.

"Wow," Draymon remarked as he admired the messy display their lust created. Lindsay licked the streams of goo off his cock. "Thanks for the ritual."

Draymon flashed her a funny look and started to hum. As Lindsay went to put her shirt and bra back on, Draymon locked onto her arm with his firm hands. He twisted her around and stood her straight up. "You can walk, or I will carry you."

Lindsay nodded, and Draymon picked her up. It was a short walk over to the fire. "Your fate is now in the hands of the enforcers." One of the men by the fire held out his hand. He made a series of waving motions over her head.

"Creator, we ask for your blessing on this ritual. Praise be, show us if we have found the locator." the fiercest of the men announced. The rest of the men echoed, "Here, here."

Surrounded by serious street warriors, Lindsay felt her knees going weak. What was happening?

The eleven men took turns dancing and darting around Lindsay with lit branches. She couldn't understand the words they were chanting, but the harmonic tones were mesmerizing. She almost felt like she was in a trance.

"It is time for the plucking. Pick three sticks out of the pile." Draymon handed Lindsay a cloth that covered most of a pile of eleven pieces of wood about the diameter of a matchstick. She picked out two sticks, and when she went to grab the third stick, two more sticks fell to the ground.

The men all looked very gleeful. Lindsay smiled back at them. She blushed as she felt surrounded by their fierce aggression. "That's a very, very good sign," one of the men announced. "Hold up the five sticks."

Lindsay gathered the five sticks she had picked and held them out for the men to examine. Each man pulled out a stick and compared it with the five she had pulled. The five with matching sticks stayed standing while the others sat down.

A bed of coals was spread out near the firepit. Draymon sat Lindsay down and sat behind her. He pinned her arms behind her back. They were on one end of the bed of coals.

Each man who was standing put their stick in their mouth and proceeded to walk across the bed of coals. When they reached the other side, they bent down. Draymon instructed Lindsay to use her mouth to take each stick away as the men crossed over the coals.

Draymon pulled Lindsay up once she had all five sticks in her mouth. As he bound her arms behind her back, he instructed, "Now you must walk across the coals and spit the sticks out into the fire."

Each man spat on her breasts as she got ready to walk across the coals. The ritual was bizarre, but Lindsay felt herself getting aroused when the men hurled their saliva on her. The bath of spit felt aggressive and dominating. She felt like the five men were claiming her before sending her across the coals.

After spitting the sticks into the fire, the six men around the fire twisted and turned Lindsay. Each one of them kissed her deeply while they continued to chant. The last of the six men removed the rest of her clothes before pushing her back toward the bed of coals.

Lindsay closed her eyes. She made it back across the bed of coals without feeling any pain. It was a relief. From what she had learned, surviving a walk across a bed of coals was all determined by luck.

"We are the enforcers of the Tradition of the Minders. We are here to tame your sexual desire." The five men were speaking and nodding in unison.

"Oh, you guys are intimidating," Lindsay said as she opened her eyes. Blushing, she bit her lip with force.

"Well, let's see what you can handle," one of the men boasted as he pulled Lindsay in for a kiss before pushing her onto her knees. One stiff cock after another was forced down Lindsay's throat.

"You guys barely fit," Lindsay managed to spit out as she was being tossed around. "Damn, you are all monsters."

Then she felt a pair of hands on her hips as a tongue started darting in and out of her pussy.

"She's slick down here," a muffled voice from below announced. The man shifted up. As his tongue began to work on Lindsay's mouth, she moaned.

She could taste herself. This drove her to a new level of eroticism. She kissed the man passionately to show her appreciation. "Your tongue felt so good inside me you almost made me cum."

"Get ready," the man replied, slapping her tits. He held her steady with his other hand.

Lindsay felt another pair of hands grip her hips. There was a loud groan, and Lindsay felt herself being stretched open as a big cock rammed itself into her wet-shaven heavenly mound. The men behind her began to piston in and out of her snatch. "Fuck, that's a big fuck cock fucking my pussy right now."

The men caressed and encouraged her to be more vocal as the man started to thrash away. She almost came when the man pulled out and gave her pussy and ass a swift slap.

Lindsay shook with the shock from the bright contact. The man who had just been fucking her had very strong hands. Suddenly, another man pulled at her waist and plunged his cock into her pussy. He wasn't as big, but he had great rhythm. Lindsay struggled to hold on. "Oh, shit. Fuck. Fuck me. God, that feels so fucking good. I'm gonna cum. Oh, keep fucking my pussy with your cock. Oh, my fucking God. Oh, shiiiiiiit. I'm fucking cummmmming."

Lindsay was howling and whimpering as her legs kept twitching through the powerful, rolling orgasm. The same guy kept pounding away like a runaway freight train. As Lindsay orgasmed again, she felt the man's tough muscle erupt inside her. The flood of his warm cum extended her tingling orgasm.

Her makeup was all over her face. Lindsay could see a line of her lipstick below the stomach of each of the men. The three men who hadn't fucked her yet pounced on her.

With one man underneath her, pistoning his cock in and out of her pussy, she felt a pair of hands pushing her forward from behind. She started kissing the man below her as she felt lube and then a pair of fingers in her ass.

"Whoa," Lindsay yelped. The sting in her ass slowly became more pleasurable. "Oh, fuck, that's big."

Bent forward, Lindsay gasped as both her holes were now being stretched. The rawness of the men's actions overwhelmed her senses. The guys held her firm as a cock entered her mouth.

The speed of the deep thrusts increased as her airtight session continued. Dizzy with lust, Lindsay cried out, "Fuck. Fuck." That was about all she could manage to say before the stiff rod was back in her mouth, pushing for the back of her throat.

Spit was flowing from her nose as she gagged on the cock down her throat. The man in her mouth pulled himself out and grabbed her by the face. "Are you getting your holes filled nicely?"

"Their cocks are stretching me out, sir," Lindsay cried out. She felt her nipples being pinched, and then there was a wonderful buzz. A powerful vibrator was placed on her clit. "Fuck, that feels so fucking. Oh, my God. Oh, shit."

"We are getting your pussy ready to take more. A lot more," a man whispered in her ear.

These were the most aggressive men Lindsay had been with yet. They worked very well together, and they had the rough moves down. They mixed just enough pleasure in with the pain that it was driving her wild.

"You like to be made to be submissive, don't you?" A man asked.

"I do, yes, I love being dominated by real men," Lindsay confessed. She tried to hold back, but the vibrator was working its magic. Her pussy was starting to throb. "Fuck, you guys are making me cum again. I can't stop fucking cummming. Fuck."

Lindsay thrashed her legs about, writhing around as she climaxed. She was in ecstasy as she felt like she had been impaled by a cock in each of her holes. The men pulled out and led her over to the fire.

She felt herself being stretched out on a thick blanket. A pair of hands held each of her limbs firmly in place. She felt wax dripping on her sweat-drenched skin. The wax felt electric around her sensitive areas. She shed tears of pain and then joy as the wax hit her nipples and pussy.

"You guys are driving me wild," Lindsay whimpered.

A voice whispered in her ear, "Are you ready for more cock?"

Lindsay nodded. She was no longer blushing. The wax treatment had her too aroused.

"We can't hear you. Are you ready?" Another voice questioned her.

"Yes, sir," Lindsay mumbled; she was gripped with anticipation. This set of guys seemed even more dangerous and alluring. The wax experience was a first.

"Yes, sir, what?" the voice asked again.

"I'm ready to get fucked by more cocks," Lindsay blurted out. Her lust overrode her ability to keep quiet. "I am ready for you to be more aggressive. Push my limits."

That was all the group needed to hear. They quickly got Lindsay into a position on her side. She wasn't sure what was going on. The vibrator was back on her clit, and then she felt it. Two large cocks were fighting to get into her pussy.

"Oh, my fucking God," Lindsay shrieked as her pussy stretched to accommodate the two powerful monsters. The men inside her let her absorb their girth before the pounding started. She rode three separate pairs of cocks as the men wrecked Lindsay's pussy.

She came so many times she lost track. A couple of guys from the first group came over to jack themselves off all over her face. Lindsay encouraged them by begging for their cum. "Cum on my face. Let me taste your sperm."

With a mouth full of several different cumshots, Lindsay made sure everyone who could see witnessed her effort to swallow her hard-earned goo.

It was a very erotic scene. The last three guys to cum worked Lindsay up to a new experience. With two cocks relentlessly hammering her pussy, she felt a cock enter her ass. As soon as the see-sawing action started, she started cuming. As the multi-orgasmic climax ripped through her, to her relief, she felt three throbbing cocks exploding and vibrating inside her.

The loyalty ritual had been completed. Draymon walked Lindsay toward the manor as the rest of the men climbed back into the Cadillacs with satisfied smiles all around.

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