Seven
Grubs rolls me off him, then scoots off the table. Another man instantly takes his place, ramming his cock into me. I’m on my side this time, lying on top of a dislocated arm. It hurts like hel, throbbing even harder as my body is rocked by the thrusts going into my pussy. The men holding my feet have released me. Everyone can see all the fight’s gone out of me.
Varius can see…
Does he think I’m accepting this now?
Consenting?
Closing my eyes as Sadist puts the phone in my face, I bite back a sob and wait for my rape to be over.
Three more men come inside me before I’m turned onto my stomach and dragged towards the edge of the table. The cuts on my belly burn like fire, but they’re too shallow to cause me to bleed out.
My legs fall to the floor as I’m bent over at the waist. With all my weight on my stomach, my entire body throbs with pain. He pushes into me from behind, his hips slapping my ass. My pussy burns like it’s being rubbed across the carpet, like someone’s taken a rod of sandpaper, dipped it in lemon juice, and then shoved it up my cunt. The whole area burns, and my stomach churns as I’m shoved into the edge of the table with every thrust.
Sadist hops onto the table in front of me. His cock is hard again, and he strokes himself right next to my face. I can see him thinking about putting it in my mouth. Pulling on all the strength I have, I bare my teeth.
He laughs, then strokes himself faster. As my sixth rapist comes in me, Sadist leans down to rub his dick across one of the bruises he’s left on my cheek. I don’t try to bite him. I’ll miss, and it’ll only make him harder. It might tempt him to rape me properly again rather than just rub himself against my face.
The next four men leave me in the position I’m already in, fucking me from the back. The fifth one, though, is Hourglass. I stabbed him as many times as I could before I was tackled from behind, and his wounds still bleed as he hobbles over to me. But his eyes are as venomous as Sadist’s are right now, and I know he’d rather die fucking me than miss this opportunity to hurt me.
My pulse rises rapidly as he steps up to my ass. He spits in his hand, and my heart jumps into my throat. I don’t need to turn my head to know where he’s going to aim.
I jerk forward as he thrusts deep into my ass. Fire burns all the way up my back as he fucks me hard and fast and viciously. He’s punishing me for what I did to him, and despite the agony I’m already in, he amps it up even more.
Grabbing my biceps, he wrenches my arms back. I arch on a scream, my dislocated shoulders blaring in protest as he rapes me.
My belly, which is the only part of me now on the table, churns with pain. I throw up, hitting Sadist’s dick. My eyes roll as sweat breaks out across my back and forehead. My body starts to shake from the intensity.
Sadist’s eyes darken with lust as he leans in to suck on my breasts. He bites me hard enough to draw blood. His hand quickens on his cock, rubbing the chunks of scrambled eggs and bacon I had for breakfast.
Grabbing the back of my head with one hand while still holding my right arm with the other, Hourglass jerks my head back and forces me to look at him. Tears burn my eyes as his cock burns my ass. A look of cruel satisfaction twists his ugly face. He spits on me, a great big glob of mucus. I flinch as it hits me right below the eye. His breath stinks so bad it makes me want to wretch again. It smells like he’s eaten his own shit.
“Sit down with her on your lap,”
Sadist says as he lifts his head from my aching breast. “I want to fuck her with you.”
Hourglass hesitates, like that isn’t something he’s into. I pray for one dumb moment that he won’t.
Horror paints itself across my face, uncontrollable and raw, as he grabs both my arms again and turns us around.
I cry out in pain as I’m forced onto his lap as he sits on the edge of the table, both our legs hanging over it. His dick presses so deep into me. He wraps both of his arms under mine and then places his palms on the back of my head in a Nelson hold. The pain of it twists my stomach, and I cough, but I’m not sick again.
Not that Sadist seems to care. He hasn’t even bothered brushing my vomit off his dick.
My pussy shrivels up as he steps in between my legs. But there’s so much cum and blood dripping from my vagina that I know I won’t be able to stop him from penetrating me.
I want to plead with him to stop, to please not do this, but I don’t. Instead, I focus on the peeling bit of paint I saw before and try to dissociate.
My body trembles as Sadist touches it. He runs his hands up and down my belly, making sure to brush across every cut he can. “You’re our property now, whore.”
He digs his thumbs into two of my wounds. “So beg me to use you.”
I grit my teeth and lift my chin despite knowing it’ll only lead to more pain. They can have my body –“can have,”
as if I still have that choice to give… But they won’t break me.
Sadist grins, and I know I made the choice he wanted.
Gripping his vomit-covered dick, he lines it up with my pussy and pushes in. The pain that explodes inside of me is all-consuming. He doesn’t fit, not with Hourglass already in my ass. So he tears me apart, making my insides burn and bleed. The thought of the chunky bits of bacon and eggs rubbing all inside me makes it worse. It’s like I can already feel it getting infected.
I tremble as he pushes on my shoulders, sending pain flaring through my chest. My arms scream in even more agony as Hourglass lays down on his back, his hands still on my head. My breasts jut up in this position as my body arches against his chest. Sadist grabs my left tit as he looks down at my pussy, pinching the nipple hard before rolling it in between his fingers. He waits for Hourglass’ dick to move on the backwards thrust.
Then he shoves in balls deep.
I clench my teeth hard as tears rain down my cheeks. The agony is indescribable, the shame even more so. I’m being taken by two men against my will, and the whole thing is being caught on camera to show my husband.
Sadist tugs on both my nipples as he lifts his gaze to them. “Look how fucking hard these are. You like having two cocks in you, don’t you, whore? Yeah, everyone can see it.”
He releases my left nipple and slaps my chest, leaving a red mark.
Pulling his cock out until it’s just the tip he has inside of me, he gives Hourglass the space to ram in. They slip into a rough rhythm together, tearing apart my ass and pussy. Blood and old cum runs down my legs as fire rages through my lower half.
I try to focus on the peeling paint, try to separate my mind from the body they’ve stolen, but my entire world is consumed by the pain.
And the shame.
And the knowledge that I will never get clean again.
I might be able to rinse the vomit out of my pussy. I might be able to scrub my skin raw. I might get all of my broken, bruised, and bleeding parts healed.
But I will forever bear their marks on my body.
I will forever be theirs.
Sobbing silently as they both rape me, I wait for my hel to be over.
Sadist lifts a hand to my neck and squeezes. He leans in close to my ear and whispers, “I’m going to kill you, whore. Then I’m going to fuck your corpse. You won’t ever escape me, not even in death.”
Hourglass groans behind me.
The two of them pick up their pace, their hips slapping against my ass and pussy. Releasing me from the Nelson hold, the man behind me twists my nipples hard.
“I’m going to come,”
Hourglass says so Sadist can move out of his way. I’m to be bred; not a drop of cum is to end up anywhere but my pussy.
Grabbing my ass, Sadist lifts me off Hourglass’ lap. He fucks me while holding all my weight, pumping into me as he bounces me on his cock. “Such a fucking needy whore,”
he says as he steps away from the table, carrying me with him. “You’re just begging us to both take your pussy, aren’t you? You want us to come inside you at the same time.”
“I’m not rubbing my dick against yours,”
Hourglass says. “Now hand her over.”
“I’ll do it,”
Grubs says, breathless and keen. “To uh, help prepare her for Chucky.” The werewolf with all the scars on his face. He still stands in his wolf form, watching and waiting for his turn.
My pulse spikes, and I try to struggle again, but I’m too exhausted, too much in pain. I can’t do anything other than wriggle on Sadist’s cock.
He laughs at Grubs. “Ever the gentleman.”
He laughs at me. “That’s it, bitch. Ride me like the whore you are. Show Varius how fucking wet you are for us.”
He kisses me as he turns and sits his ass on the table. He lies down, pulling me with him and keeping our lips locked together. Our legs dangle over the edge of the table. Then he licks my cheek with his severed tongue.
I tremble in fearful anticipation. Grubs steps up to my ass, his presence a screaming warning in my gut. But then he’s shoved aside, Hourglass wanting his due. I tense. My legs are forced onto the table, but my knees are bent, so my ankles still hang over the edge.
Sadist grabs my ass with both hands and opens me up wide, spreading my pussy. His cock jerks in and out of me, causing searing pain with every thrust. Hourglass lines his cock up with Sadist’s. He leans forward so his chest presses pain into my dislocated shoulders.
Sadist squeezes my ass hard. Then one hand leaves me to grab Hourglass. The man tenses behind me, but like Grubs, he doesn’t pull away. He just presses his cock against my pussy and waits for Sadist to come out. Then together they push in.
I cry out as I am stretched so terribly wide. My pussy burns as they violate it with both their cocks. I feel like a whole fist is shoving deep inside me, wrapping its fingers around my intestines, and yanking them all out.
They continue to fuck me together, thrusting in and out as one great, big cock, but then their speed picks up, and they move in an alternating rhythm. It’s a bit more bearable but just as dirty.
I hate my body.
I hate every single part they touch.
And all the parts they don’t touch too.
I turn my head away from the camera. If I had my magic, I could’ve at least destroyed that.
Instead, I am helpless.
Completely at their mercy in every way.
Hourglass grunts as he comes inside me. It was quick. I feel a bit of relief, but as soon as he pulls out, Grubs steps up and pushes into my pussy. I know it’s him because he apologizes, tells me he’s only doing this to help me prepare for Chucky’s cock – as if anything he does with his short fat dick will help me take one bigger than my forearm.
The werewolf in question stands off to the side. His hard purple cock twitches as he watches me. He knows it’s about to be his turn. Grubs is rutting me like an animal, kissing my back and grabbing my ass. He’s sliding against my body and rubbing his tongue against my neck. He isn’t going to last long.
“Fucking hel, you’re so wet, I can barely feel you,”
Sadist says. “A proper fucking whore’s pussy. Just a sloppy, loose mess. Maybe we should sew you up, make you tighter. Make this actually fucking enjoyable for anyone other than you.”
I flinch at his words, wanting to protest that I’m enjoying any part of this.
Grubs moans. “Am I taking good care of you, princess?”
I want to be sick. His words feel more disgusting than Sadist’s. At least Sadist knows he’s hurting me; that’s what gets him off. But Grubs acts like there’s nothing wrong with what he’s doing. He sees himself as a good guy.
“Tell him,”
Sadist teases. “Tell him he’s being a good boy.”
Fuck you.
“I can see her face, Grubs,”
he says, looking me dead in the eye. “She’s about to come.”
My head jerks towards the phone, finally wanting Varius to see me. Look at me and know I hate this.
I let my tears fall.
I let him see all my fear.
My pain.
My horror.
I let him see every weakness inside of me. Every ounce of shame and self-disgust. I let him see how close I am to breaking.
I’m not about to come, Varius. I swear I’m not… Look at me and see.
Please don’t believe him.
Please don’t leave me here as punishment.
Grubs groans as he comes inside me. The smell of his cum and sweat adds to the sickness of the room. The whole place smells of sex and blood and violence. It’s scorching memories into my brain, making sure I remember this damn scent forever.
Sadist strokes my face as he comes soon after.
I’m so rubbed raw, I can’t feel a damn thing other than pain down there. Can’t even feel the cum that’s definitely leaking out onto my thighs.
Grubs kisses me and says, “Thank you, princess,”
before pulling out of me.
My stomach revolts. I’m tempted to turn my head and let him see the disgust on my face, to ruin his damn illusions about himself, but Sadist rolls me off him and tosses me off the table.
Bouncing off the bench, I hit the floor on my back. My arms sear with pain that nearly makes me pass out. My vision blurs as my entire world narrows into nothing but screaming nerves all up and down my body.
A giant furry hand wraps around my face. His palm suffocates me as he lifts me high into the air. His grip is blinding me, covering my eyes so I can’t see anything. My fear increases as I’m stuck in the dark, unable to see where the next attack is coming from. I can’t prepare myself for it.
I kick out blindly, frantically.
My feet make contact with his muscled stomach, but I’m too weak to make him drop me. He grabs my right leg and pulls me down.
I know his dick is throbbing and dark-purple with a red tip. The girth is on par with a can of tomatoes, and there’s no way it would fit at all if not for the small nub at the end, allowing it to spear its way inside a human body.
I kick frantically with my left leg as my heart races, my brain screaming in its need for oxygen. Panic is overriding my system.
When is it coming?
When is he going to hurt me?
My face flushes hot as I wait for the invasion that will rip my pussy to my ass with one hard thrust. Every hair on my body rises in cruel anticipation.
I’m flinching at every shift of air.
At every little noise.
Is Chucky grabbing his cock?
Can I hear his paw rubbing against it?
Who just moved behind me?
Is it Sadist?
Antonio?
Has he shifted his cock into its werewolf form so he can fuck me too?
Fuck!
I can’t breathe.
I can’t see.
I can’t do anything but kick uselessly and wait.
The grip on my leg tightens.
Chills race down my spine.
Is this it?
Will he fuck me to death before Antonio can stop him?
Antonio is their alpha, but a man with his cock buried in a whore might not easily stand down.
My heart pounds in my ears.
Fuck! How far away am I from his cock?
Am I going to die in a few minutes?
Is this how it’s going to end?
Is Varius going to watch me get fucked to death after suffering through hours of my rape?
Fuuuuck!
Fuck!
Stop!
Don’t!
Let me go!
My lungs burn as my panic eats up all the oxygen.
I need to know who is behind me.
Who the fuck is behind me!
The blindness is terrifying me.
The uncertainty.
The unknown.
I jerk on a soundless scream as something hot and hard pushes against my pussy. The claws wrapped around my head dig into me, like five sharp knives waiting to skin my face off.
Threatened into submission, I force myself to still. Tears can be healed in a day. Internal bleeding, damaged organs, dislocated shoulders, and bruises – they can all be fixed by a good healer in no time at all.
But anything severed like a face skinned off? That’ll take time to regrow (unless it’s healed over by magic, in which case it’ll be permanent), and as a witch, if I get sick enough or suffer enough trauma without receiving immediate care, my magic will break loose from its tight controls and kill me.
So now I’m too tense, my body rigid against the cock pushing against my pussy. It makes it hurt more. I want to scream, but my lungs are on fire too. I’m going to pass out. I’m going to die in here.
My life starts to flash before my –
The hand on my face lifts free.
I suck in a harsh breath as I fall back, the cuts on my stomach making it impossible for me to hold myself upright. The werewolf is now grabbing both of my legs. My mind and vision spins as oxygen rushes back through my body. I blink hard against the light.
Just as my eyes start to focus though, I close them on a soul-wrenching scream.
The werewolf yanks me down with both his hands at the same time as he thrusts up. The small nub on the end of his dick enters me swiftly, but the rest of his bulbous monster cock is stopped by my pelvic bone. I feel like I have been hit by a wooden baseball bat, with a splinter having snapped off and stabbed me.
Growling, he lifts me off him. He releases my right leg and places a claw at the entrance of my pussy.
I might be struggling to think through the pain and fear coursing through me, but I still understand what he’s about to do.
My eyes snap open –
Only to immediately shut again as he cuts an incision between my ass and pussy.
I convulse in pain.
He lines his monster cock up with the cut.
Grabs my leg.
My stomach churns.
He yanks me down.
Thrusts up.
His nub enters me easily. The head of his cock stretches the slice he has made, ripping it like he’s tearing a piece of paper in half. Or perhaps a bit of cardboard, something with a little more resistance. Leaving more jagged edges and bits of flesh dangling down the sides.
He grunts as he yanks me down some more, tearing that line even further. Pain sears through me like nothing before. My entire world focuses on the agony of my pussy being torn to my ass. Not just one small horizontal tear, but the entire wall separating the two is being ripped apart to make room for his penis.
He yanks me further down his cock. Each thrust of his hips feels like a pole has been lined up with my vagina and then hit with a mallet. It slams into me, piercing into my cervix, then out through my womb before tearing through my colon.
I can feel him thrusting into my intestines, moving them around to make space. He’s finally in balls deep, and when he pulls out, the flared head of his cock takes some of my intestines with him.
I scream, destroying my voice box even more. The pain is intense, and I know I’m bleeding internally. The smell of copper hangs heavily in the air as it runs down my legs, mixing with the cum and sweat that’s already so prevalent.
Chucky slams his weapon in deep, his hands still forcing my legs apart. He pulls out, shoves back in. Settling into a rhythm, he starts to fuck me faster.
His balls hammer against my pelvis. His cock stabs me like a knife, then drags my intestines out like a hook. I can feel bits dangling out between the hole in my pussy and ass.
My body starts to shake from shock.
My organs slip down further, following the intestines.
My vision darkens.
Chucky slams inside me again, and pain explodes in my stomach. I cough up blood.
He keeps ramming into me.
I barely hold on to consciousness.
But Varius is going to watch this. I need to know what he sees… The idea of him witnessing more than I’ll remember, seeing all my shame when I don’t know what to be sorry for… That will break me. I won’t be able to face him. I won’t be able to go home.
So I dig my claws into this world and refuse to leave it just yet.
But I’m only hanging on by a thread.
Chucky thrusts into me a few more times, rearranging my insides until my body feels alien.
Wrong.
Deformed and disgusting.
Then he slams in balls deep, grabs both of my shoulders, and pins me down on his cock.
His knot swells inside of me.
A second later, he throws back his head and howls. His cock pulses, jerking against my intestines. I cough up more blood. Cum shoots inside me. I cough again, and due to the hole he bludgeoned in my stomach, this time it isn’t just blood that comes up.
I pray Varius can’t see it.
Pray I’m only imagining the salty taste mixed in with the copper.
As I’m pulled off the werewolf’s cock, a wet slurp sounds from between my legs. I look down, wanting to know how bad it is.
About six inches of my intestines sway out of the hole he ripped through my vagina and ass.
My eyes roll back in my head as my rapist drops me like discarded tissue.
Used.
Disgusting.
Worthless.
The pain of hitting the ground jolts my eyes back open. I catch sight of Sadist walking up to me, holding his cock in his hand. He stands over my body, one foot on either side of my ribs. As I lie on the floor, bleeding out, he takes aim.
Then pisses all over my face.