Six
Grubs fucks me slowly, peppering kisses along my neck and shoulders. He drops one gnarly, twisted hand to my clit as he rocks in and out of me. His other hand pinches my nipples. He slides back along the table, pulling me with him on his lap, and my feet are forced onto the edge by two other men at Sadist’s command. My knees are now bent and my legs spread wide with my back pressing against Grubs’ chest. Sadist takes the phone from Antonio, then moves it in close.
“Spread her pussy open,”
Sadist says. “I want to capture how wet she is for Varius.”
Tears fall down my cheeks as his words burn shame into my soul. Don’t look, Varius. Please don’t look.
Using both hands, Grubs slowly spreads me open.
“Look at that, Varius. She’s not your property anymore, now is she? She’s got my cum inside her. See it dripping out of her sloppy pussy? And that there ain’t your cock either.”
He leans in and licks my pussy as he holds the phone above him, angled down.
“Fuck!”
Grubs jerks in surprise. His cock slips out of me, but Sadist just grabs it with his free hand and angles it back against my pussy. I twist out of the way, trying my best to not get impaled as Grubs claims he isn’t into “that gay shit.”
But he isn’t pulling away from Sadist…
In fact, he’s soon grabbing me to hold me still.
Sadist chuckles as he rubs the other man’s cock between my pussy lips. Grubs groans as his breathing quickens. His fingers tighten on my hips.
“Look at all that cum dribbling out of our new whore,”
Sadist says as he points the phone right at my pussy. He releases Grubs’ cock to scoop some of his cum up with his finger, then he pushes it back inside of me.
“Fuck, she’s so greedy for this. A real fucking whore, happy to take any cock she’s given. Ain’t that right, bitch?”
I nearly close my eyes, wanting so badly to disassociate, but I need to stay aware as long as that camera is still on. I could be anywhere in the country, and Varius needs me to narrow down where I am.
Sadist brings the camera up to my face. “Look at how much she loves this.”
I turn my head away, tears in my eyes. If I look into the phone and imagine Varius on the other end, I’ll break.
So instead I focus on looking around the cafeteria and taking note of anything that will help Varius find me. The tables aren’t bolted to the floor, and the seats are benches, not individual stools; it is unlikely this used to be a prison. A hospital cafeteria would have chairs – makes it easier to clean. So I’m probably in a public school – an old one given the lifeless design of the place. Modern ones are brighter, a ploy to show we care about our kids’ mental health. Let in more sunlight but ignore everything else to actually curb teen suicide.
Sadist scoops up another bit of cum, but this time, he pushes it into one of the cuts on my belly. I grit my teeth as pain rushes through me, sharp and burning, but I don’t react in any other way. Fighting him didn’t get him to end this quicker. So now I’ll ruin any fun he can get.
His finger presses into me harder. His smirk turns cruel. He hates that I’m not resisting him. Fear flares inside of me, but I force it down. Antonio won’t let him kill me.
Moving the camera off to the side, he grabs my jaw with his cum-and-blood stained hand. He forces me to look back at him as his fingers dig into my cheeks. My mouth pops open as pain flashes through the joints of my jaw. Leaning forward, he kisses me.
The tears fall freely now. I try to turn away, but he holds me brutally still. I can’t close my mouth to bite him. Can’t headbutt him in the face. I just have to accept his tongue as it pushes inside my mouth, filling it with blood. His severed tip is blatantly missing as he kisses me, and I vow to take the rest of it as soon as I get the chance.
Stroking his tongue against mine, he violates every part of my mouth. He passes the camera to another man so he can lower that hand to my pussy. He grabs Grubs’ cock and strokes it between my lips. With every touch he forces on me, I hate my body more.
Part of me wants to antagonize him so badly he kills me.
The other part wants to survive so I can pay him back a thousandfold. I will brutalize him before I leave this place.
As angry and painful tears roll down my face, I focus on the details of the cafeteria. The four windows are boarded up. The white paint on the walls is flaking off. The ceiling’s made up of that horrible gray fiberglass so iconic to schools. There’s nothing personal to help locate this place, no school colors or faded mascots anywhere in sight.
Lifting his head, Sadist sneers down at me. “You’re so fucking wet from that. Does Varius know how much of a dirty whore you are?”
He lifts his hand from my pussy and shows me his fingers.
I flinch at the sight of them glistening in the warm lights of the room. That’s his cum, not mine, I tell myself.
I don’t want this…
His grip on my jaw tightens, and my eyes widen as I realize what he’s about to do. I try to turn my head, try to struggle as much as I can, but it’s hopeless.
He forces his wet fingers inside my mouth. The taste of his cum makes me gag. Tears flow down my cheeks faster and faster as I think about how Varius is going to suffer knowing another man has touched me. Will he even want me anymore? Will he bother coming for me at all after he sees how much of a whore I am?
Or will he leave me to die in this place, seeing it as a fitting crime?
He gets so jealous…
No… He loves me…
And even if not, Dayne will come for me.
I jerk forward on a sob as I remember the last time I saw him though. Dayne is dead. Antonio killed him when he took me. He punched a hole in his stomach and left him to bleed out.
No one is coming for me.
I’m going to die here.
But not before I’m bred.
Not before I’m raped so much, my vagina tears to my ass and I’m begging for mercy.
Feeling the walls of my prison close in on me, I close my eyes and cry. Sadist forces me to lick off more cum from his fingers, dipping them back to my pussy before bringing them up once more to my mouth. And all the while, Grubs is sliding the head of his fat cock between my pussy lips.
The only solace I have in this moment is that Sadist’s fingers aren’t just covered in cum. There are traces of blood on them – proof that I’m dry as a fucking dessert. Please let Varius be able to see that…
“Look at you…”
Sadist says as he finally releases my jaw from between his vice-like fingers. “You’re so desperate to be used.”
His eyes shift to the man behind me, whose hands are stroking up from my hips to my breasts and back again.
“So use her, Grubs. Fuck her in the ass like she wants.”
Grubs’ breathing quickens as Sadist’s smile widens.
I don’t want that!
Stop!
Don’t!
“I’m so sorry,”
Grubs says as he releases me to grab his cock. He groans as he pushes the tip against my ass. I tense, squeezing my hole in an attempt to resist his penetration as much as I can.
But he just grunts and pushes into me harder, his hand now back on my hip. He pulls me down with his gnarled, twisted fingers as Sadist wraps one hand around my throat. He kisses me again, forcing me to fight them both at the same time. I try to chomp down on Sadist’s tongue, but he jerks back and punches me hard in the face. His grip on me tightens, cutting off my air as pain flares across my cheek.
Grubs’ cock pushes into me. He’s going slow, but it isn’t making it any easier to handle. I feel like a red-hot poker is being shoved up my ass.
“Relax,”
he grunts as he kisses my neck. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
Grabbing my hips, Sadist shoves me down all the way.
I jerk on a raspy scream, my voice box too damaged to really portray the pain I’m feeling. Agony ricochets all up my back, spreading through every part of me. I feel like I have been impaled by Vlad III, like his dick will render me in half, popping out of my mouth as I bleed out from the trauma.
My body can’t take any more. I can’t take any more, and I pull on my assassin training to dissociate despite the sheer agony attacking every part of my body.
It isn’t easy. Every thrust of Grubs’ dick inside of me wants to call me back to the present. Every movement of the phone, every sick touch of Sadist’s hand or mouth, all the vile words he spits at me, calling me a whore or telling Varius that I’m so fucking wet, my cum is what’s acting as lube for Grubs – it all shouts for my attention.
But I ignore it and focus on a spot on the wall, a peeled bit of paint that almost looks like a dog. I can’t see a happy dog wagging his tail though. Can’t see Krypto sneaking a piece of chicken with his eyes closed so Leno can’t catch him in time. All I can see is a dog in need that no one stops to help.
My doesn’t stop.
The pain.
The agony.
None of it stops.
It just keeps going.
Tears burning pathways down my cheeks, I focus on that spot on the wall.
Sadist moves back and demands another man, this one nicknamed Bear, to take his place. Sadist takes the phone as Grubs grabs my dislocated arms and pulls me down onto his chest.
Pain flares through me so intensely, I throw up. Sadist just laughs. Grubs wraps his arms around my stomach and apologizes as he rapes me. His touch aggravates all the cuts on my belly, but what makes it worse is I can’t see that dog anymore. Can’t focus on something to take me out of my own mind.
I’m forced to live through Bear stepping between my legs as he jerks himself off. His cock is only half hard, and I pray he can’t fix it enough to penetrate me.
I’m already burning so badly with Grubs’ dick in my ass. I can’t take one in my pussy at the same time.
The look on his face is a mixture of grim determination laced with panic. I stare at him with a silent plea, begging him not to do this.
He freezes as his eyes widen. His hand stops. His dick hangs limp. Then Sadist shoves him in the shoulder, and he jumps, ducks his head, and immediately starts jacking off again.
Don’t.
Stop!
Please!
He steps right up to my pussy. It burns from all the tears and cuts it’s already suffered. I can’t survive this. I can’t.
Desperately, I look at the gray ceiling as Bear leans over me, searching for anything to help me dissociate from the hel he’s about to inflict. My eyes latch onto a water stain. My brain races as it tries to come up with a story in time.
Bear slides the head of his cock against my pussy.
My heart runs wild as I try to think.
Breathing hard, he pushes against me.
I close my eyes as agony flares through my pussy and stomach. I hurt so bad, I want to be sick.
Grubs starts to pant hard behind me, and all I can focus on is that horrible noise.
I open my eyes again, desperate to see something in that water stain. But instead, my gaze snaps to the Bear’s scruffy jaw and his fear-filled eyes.
He starts to say something, then stops, and I realize he hasn’t put his cock inside me. He lies soft between my lips. He jerks his hips, but he’s just humping me like a dog with a leg.
For one brief moment, I wonder if I have an ally. If he can’t get it up because he’s disgusted with this whole thing. The fear in his eyes says he’s under duress.
“Help me,” I mouth.
His face twisting, he shakes his head slightly, then looks away.
I look up at the ceiling, my throat tight with screams I can’t emit. I focus on that water stain again, but just as I think I might have something to visualize, Grubs digs his fingers into my hips and grunts, “Fuck, I’m going to come.”
Bear steps back with relief. He catches my gaze, and his relief turns to shame.
Grubs lifts me off his dick, reaches down to grab himself, and then shoves into my pussy.
My back arches. Both my holes burn.
Grubs’ fat cock pulses inside me. I can feel every twitch of the damn thing because I’m so dry, so tight against his invasion.
My stomach churns as he groans against my back.
“Thank you,” he says.
I flinch, those words hurting me more than the slur of ‘whore.’
Thank you.
Thank you.
Thank you…
Like I wanted this.
Like I offered him my body.
“Thank you.”
My lips wobble as I try to find that damn stain in the ceiling.
Thank you for being our whore.