Ritual Sex Pact (a secret society double penetration M/F/M menage group sex erotica)

Since sacrificing her virginity in a secret society‘s ritual gangbang, innocent and ambitious Jessica Landry‘s luck has completely turned around. She‘s gone from a lowly intern to a fashion star on the rise, and she‘s loving every second of her newfound success and power. But the ritual‘s effects have an expiration date that‘s right around the corner, and she‘s not ready to say goodbye to her fabulous new life. Can she handle being the sacrifice at another group sex ritual to gain the favor of the demonic Ancient One, and gain even more wealth and success? WARNING! This 6400 word short story contains: a secret coven of powerful men and women, a sexy young blonde chained to an X frame, sex rituals, public sex, bondage, restraints, spanking, nipple clamps, sex toys, oral sex, virgin anal sex, group sex, rough sex, threesomes, menage, and intense first-time double penetration with explosive orgasms that will leave you quivering and begging for more... AN EXCERPT: I watched with wide eyes as the hooded figure with the black leather paddle crossed the small platform, coming towards me. My heart was beating fast, my breath coming in quick gasps. I tried to swallow the lump in my throat, but it was no use. I was terrified. He was eyeing my naked body with a look of intensity. I wasn‘t sure what he had planned for me, but I knew that whatever it was, it wasn‘t going to be soft or gentle. He circled the frame to which I was chained, inspecting every inch of me. The he stopped behind me. I tried to turn, to keep my eyes on him, but it was no use. The restraints held me firmly in place. I closed my eyes in anticipation of the unknown, tried to force myself to keep from hyperventilating. And then I heard a whistling sound, followed by a loud crack! and an explosion of pain as the leather paddle came down hard against my bare ass. I cried out loudly at the unexpected impact, my eyes shooting open in surprise. Again, I tried to turn myself around, pulling against my restraints, to see what the man was doing, to know when the next smack would come. But there was no give, and I was forced to remain facing forward. I stared into the small crowd of men and women watching me, anonymous in their large black hoods. The paddle came down again, and again, and I cried out in pain as it collided with my bare flesh. I felt tears well in my eyes as my skin tingled, alive with pain. Three more spanks, in quick succession, sent me reeling. I was left gasping for breath, my chest heaving. My backside was burning, but I realized that it wasn‘t just pain I was feeling. There was something more, something that left me damp between my legs. I felt a trickle of that wetness slide down my thigh. Oh my god, was I actually enjoying this?