Cyril didn't notice when he passed out, but the return to consciousness came like a sudden rockfall in the middle of a wide field.

The fog was still in his eyes, but his senses were returning, and he could see that he was hanging with his back to the wall. The cold metal pressed against his wrists and ankles.

When his vision cleared, he saw a picture that could light a fire in any man, whether man was crucified or paralyzed. Two incredibly beautiful women wriggled in front of him in a frenzied dance.

However, it wasn't the half-naked bodies of young beauties or their seductive curves that made his brain fire its first conscious thought.

'Holy shit.' He groaned to himself as he realized that he had been stripped of his clothes again.

Apparently, his face at this moment showed some emotion other than the displeasure of the crucified man, because he heard the languid voice of one of the beauties.

"Do you like it? Do you want me to come closer?"

The girls rubbed against each other, almost ripping off the thin strips of clothing that hid two pairs of gorgeous breasts and strong, glossy thighs. Their slender fingers stroked each other, and their flat bellies flashed with silvery earrings in their navels, glinting in the light of the burning torch.

Cyril shook his head, trying to say that he was against close contact, unless the purpose of contact was to free the prisoner. He tried to scream, but the gag in his mouth allowed him to mumble like a mad cow.

"So furious." The red-haired beast cooed, coming within arm's reach of him.

At this time, the second girl knelt down to run her tongue along the inside of his thigh.

Cyril wanted to squeeze his legs together, crush the girl's head, and then decide whether to get excited, but the iron chains held him firmly in the position of the star of Bethlehem.

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The red-haired dancer's devious hand opened in front of his face as the girl moved closer. Smiling, she blew into her hand, and a pink smoke rose up on Cyril's face.

This time, he lost consciousness almost instantly.

He couldn't tell how much time had passed when a sharp feeling snapped Cyril out of unconsciousness. But he could guarantee that at this moment he was pouring out a child-bearing seed.

Cyril lowered his bleary gaze and saw the redhead sucking deep on his cock, working her head like a week-starving tramp after seeing a piece of fragrant bread. In part, Cyril was right, because the girl really tried to swallow all his sperm to the last drop.

Cyril passed out again.

The next time he woke up and looked down, the red hair had changed to white. The blonde was actively sucking on his overgrown scrotum, while a hand with a bright red manicure was jerking off his swollen penis.

Just above, on the side of his stomach, he noticed a red head. The second girl kissed and stroked his body with her hands, while the firm breasts touched his thigh.

'Nice.' Cyril thought. 'But I didn't plan on hanging out here for long.'

He wanted to say it out loud, but the gag still made it difficult to talk.

The blonde did not stop jerking him off when she freed her mouth from the overgrown scrotum and turned to the redhead:

"He's come seven times already, sister. I'll be tired soon."

The red-haired girl looked up from Cyril's nipple and looked at the blonde who was taking a short hair out of her mouth.

"Madame said he wasn't ready yet." The redhead replied rather sternly, but then relented. "Rejoice, sister, this is a rare catch indeed."

"Yes." The blonde smiled and swallowed the swollen cock.

Cyril could only grunt with pleasure when the redhead blew in his face again.

The fog lingered just long enough for Cyril to think,

'Why rush when it's so nice?'

When he regained consciousness, a sense of unease came over him.

'How long have I been here? I'm not here to fuck, I'm here to look for answers!'

He shook his head, trying to clear the annoying fog.

"Don't you like it?" The redhead asked.

This time she was on the other side, biting Cyril's ear.

'I like it very much, but it's not my party.' Cyril wanted to reply, and again he mumbled inarticulately into the saliva-soaked rag.

The once heady smell of the gag replaced the sweat of two half-naked women. Cyril himself could not break a sweat, because he had been hanging motionless all this time.

"I'm sorry, darling." The redhead whispered in his ear, as if she'd heard his thoughts.

She sank lower, flicking her tongue along his neck and then inhaling the scent of his armpit to finally lick his right nipple. All this time, the blonde played with her tongue with the head of his penis, massaging his balls with her hand.

Cyril felt that he was about to come again.

'Fucking shit.' He thought, unable to do anything. 'Why can't I resist at all?'

Suddenly, the redhead grabbed the blonde by the hair and pressed her head, forcing her sister to swallow the penis, and she grabbed Cyril's nipple with her teeth. A sharp feeling shot through him, and he groaned as the pain mixed with the orgasm.

Cyril blacked out.

The nagging fog still lingered in the corridors of his mind when he regained consciousness. Cyril opened his eyes, and the basement was empty. The girls had gone somewhere, leaving him hanging in a limp mass of flesh.

He felt completely powerless. He tried to spit out the gag, but a strong, thin rope wrapped tightly around his head, holding the piece of cloth in his mouth. He tried to pull away, but could barely move his toes.

'Shit.' He thought. 'Did they swallow my sperm or did they try to kill me?'

Then he heard footsteps outside the solid door at the end of the dim basement.