Chapter 32 Arlo #3
The shame is a physical weight, crushing me. But my hips start to move, a small, almost imperceptible rocking that betrays the truth. I hate myself. I hate him. I hate this dark, twisted part of me that craves his destruction.
Raze steps closer, his boots in sight, the sounds of him stroking his cock slick in the quiet moments between Priest’s grunts and my sobs. “Fucking hell, Priest,” he pants. “You should see her face. She’s crying, but her eyes are rolled back in her fucking head. She’s gone.”
Priest’s thrusts become more erratic; his grip is so tight that the bruises will be permanent. “She’s a perfect, broken thing.”
“Please,” I sob.
“That’s it, kitten. Beg for it.”
“No.” The dam breaks. A violent, shattering orgasm tears through me, my body convulsing around his cock, my screams echoing through the silent forest.
My head lolls, my neck too weak to hold it up. I feel the rush of Priest’s release inside me, a final, degrading mark of ownership. He stays inside me for a long moment, his breath ragged, his body heaving.
Then he pulls out, and the emptiness is as violating as the fullness was. I feel blood trailing over my hip, mixing with his leaking cum. Raze groans, and his release shoots mere inches from my face, painting the forest floor.
Priest slices the rope without warning, and I collapse onto the ground in a heap of limbs and agony. The world spins, leaves and dirt pressing into my cheek. My head throbs. My body is one big, pulsing bruise, a used-up, discarded thing. I gasp for air and start to scramble away, ignoring the pain.
His boot slams down on my back, right between my shoulder blades, pinning me to the forest floor. I cry out as he leans his weight down.
“Where do you think you’re going?” He grabs my hair, yanking my head back, forcing me to look at him. The angle is awkward and painful. His face is a mask of cruel satisfaction in the dim light. “You think all I wanted was your ass? I’m not done with you yet.”
He kicks my legs apart with his boot. The bark scrapes my raw skin. I try to scramble away again. His boot shifts from the center of my back to the side of my head, grinding my cheek into the dirt.
“You’re a goddamn filthy mess.” He spits on me, the warm wetness hitting my cheek.
I squeeze my eyes shut, tears tracing a path through the grime on my face. This is it. This is rock bottom. This is the moment I break completely.
“Time to learn a lesson in humiliation, little one.”
A fresh wave of nausea rolls through me. I can’t move. Removing his shirt, he wipes his still hard cock with it before tossing it on the ground.
“You can change your mind about me joining.” Raze’s voice is closer now.
Priest’s boot presses harder into my temple. “She’s not a fucking party favor, Raze. She’s my goddamn ruin.” He leans down. “And I’m not done ruining her yet.”
He kicks my legs apart again, wider this time.
“You’re lucky I’m letting you watch at all.”
His fingers dig into my hips, yanking my ass into the air. He shoves two fingers into my pussy and groans at the discovery.
“She’s fucking soaked.”
“Filthy little stray,” Raze mutters, and I hear the wet sound of his hand moving on his own cock again.
“Stop. I don’t want to do this.”
“I know you don’t, little one. That’s the best part.” Priest removes his fingers and lines his cock up with my entrance. He slams into me.
I scream as the force smashes me into the ground, my knees scraping against rocks and roots. He’s impossibly deep like this, the angle hitting that bruised, over-sensitive spot deep inside me that makes my whole body clench.
“Please.” My fingers dig into the soil, trying to find some anchor, some way to hold myself together against the storm.
Her cunt is a goddamn vice. Her sobs are music, her body a canvas for my rage. I grip her hips, my thumbs digging into the dimples above her ass, and I piston into her, watching the way her back arches, the way her spine curves, a perfect, desperate offering.
“Priest. I’m not taking your pills anymore…I’m not on birth control!”
“Well, that wasn’t very smart, was it, kitten? Just think. One good fuck and I could give you a baby. Something to keep you tied to me forever.”
A thought that should repulse me. A thought that should make me recoil and withdraw.
A thought that has me fucking her harder.
I look over at Raze, his dick in his hand, his eyes glued to where my cock disappears into her.
He only gets to watch because he warned me what Arsen was planning. Because he pulled me back from the edge when I almost put a bullet in Arsen’s chest. A favor. Now paid.
But watching him watch her…something primal claws up my spine. This is mine. Her pain. Her pleasure. Her fucking destruction.
I slam into her harder, punishing her for wanting to leave, for thinking for a second she could exist outside of me.
“You thought you could run, Arlo? Thought you could just disappear?” My hand slides up her back, my fingers tangling in her hair, pulling her head up. Her neck is arched, her face a mess of tears and dirt, her lips parted in a silent scream. She’s beautiful.
“You will never fucking escape me. Do you understand? You can run to the ends of the earth, and I will find you. I will always find you.” I release her hair, and her face falls back into the dirt.
I lean over her, my chest to her back, my mouth next to her ear.
“You can try to kill me again. Stab me. Shoot me. I don’t fucking care. It’ll just make my dick harder knowing you’re thinking about me when you do it.”
The new angle forces her cunt to stretch even more. She whimpers, a pathetic, broken sound that vibrates through her body and straight into mine.
“This is everything you wanted, isn’t it? To have no choice.”
Her body stiffens at my words, but her hips give a tiny, involuntary rock back against me, a silent admission that makes me want to laugh.
“I’m going to fucking ruin you, Arlo. I’m going to shatter you into so many pieces you’ll never find yourself again. And I’m going to be the one to put you back together. Wrong. Crooked. Mine.”
Raze groans, his strokes getting faster. I feel his eyes on us, on the way her ass jiggles with each of my thrusts, on the way her back arches, on the beautiful tears tracking through the dirt on her cheeks.
I grab a fistful of her hair and yank her head back again, forcing her to look at him. “Look at him. Look at the man who’s watching you get fucked like an animal in the dirt. Tell him who you belong to.”
She squeezes her eyes shut, a sob shaking her entire body. “No.”
“That’s how you want to play?” I slam into her so hard her knees leave the ground for a second. She cries out. “Answer me. Tell. Him. Who. You. Belong. To.” Each word is a punctuation mark of a brutal thrust.
“No!”
Stupid little girl.
I grab her chin and force her mouth open. Shoving my fingers into her mouth, she gags. My other hand wraps around her throat, squeezing just enough to make her light-headed, to make every sensation more intense, more terrifying.
“A filthy fucking thing like you wants to be stuffed in all your holes.”
Raze lets out a choked groan. I feel the telltale tightening in my own balls. I want to come on her humiliation, her admittance that she is mine. That this was all her fantasy.
I ram my fingers even further in her mouth, until her jaw feels like it’s going to dislocate. “Last chance, Arlo.”
Her eyes flick towards Raze, then back at me. A fresh wave of tears spills down her cheeks.
The hesitation is in her eyes.
I shove my fingers as deep as they’ll go, my hand on her throat, cutting off her air completely. Her body starts to thrash, her nails clawing at my hand. Her eyes go wide with terror as vomit shoots up her throat and spills down her chin.
“Fuck, your cunt is so tight.” Another wave of convulsing and vomiting causes her to clench around me. So. Fucking. Tight.
She’s weakening, the lack of air making her body spasm, her pussy clenching and unclenching around me in a desperate, frantic rhythm.
Then her eyes roll back.
That’s it.
My control snaps. I bury myself to the hilt, my hips grinding into her ass as a violent, shuddering orgasm tears through me. I collapse on her for a moment, my forehead pressing into her dirt-caked shoulder.
Her body is completely limp beneath me.
“Jesus Christ, Priest.” Raze’s voice is distant.
I push myself up, my cock sliding out of her limp body with a wet sound.
I look down at her. Her face is turned to the side, her cheek pressed into the dirt, her lips blue.
She’s covered in tears, drool, blood, vomit, cum, and dirt.
She’s completely and utterly ruined. Perfectly, beautifully ruined.
“Fuck off.”
I scoop Arlo’s broken body into my arms, cradling her against my chest. She’s so small, so fragile, her head lolling against my shoulder. Her skin is cold, her breathing shallow. I walk toward the car, leaving Raze behind.