Chapter 11 Briella
Briella
I’M LOSING MYSELF. PIECES OF ME brEAK OFF.
Citizen Soldier Playlist
“Still Breathing”,
“Just Be Happy”,
“Found”
No man has ever kissed me like this.
Not this all-consuming, fatal kiss that promises a host of little deaths and resurrections. Raphael mutilates me with this kiss in a far deeper way than the brand they gave me.
Endorphins and adrenaline are keeping me here, floating on such a high of indescribable pain.
The cold water pumps inside me, sluicing and cleaning my entire orifice.
It’s so uncomfortable. The heavy pressure grows until I feel little spasms, the fullness making me want to do nothing more than shit myself.
I can’t. I can’t let that happen. Too mortifying.
Instead, I open for Raphael. I let him devour me.
He tastes everything: my sweat, my salt, my essence, and the aftermath of blood still coating my lips.
I try not to think of the other blood I know is there.
He knows, too. He doesn’t care. Somehow, that helps.
Because he doesn’t pretend it means something priceless.
Stupid social construct. They already shed the blood on my back.
Other than the burning pain, why should my pussy be any different?
I focus on the feeling of him pounding me, his cock hot and thick inside me. I breathe deeply, trying to relax my muscles.
Rory rubs one butt cheek, then gives it a mild slap. “That’s my dirty girl, all nice and full,” he says darkly, his mouth touching the still-hot, hurting brand. “Now, let it go, Lass. Be a good girl and let it out.”
I clench my eyes shut and focus on Raphael’s heated muscles, chiseled and sculpted.
Not Vincent’s layers of packed brawn. Or Jude’s slabbed ones.
No, the leader of this group looks like he’s honed every single one to the sharpest point of precision.
Deeply cut abs, well-defined arms. Almost…
regal. The kind that are built to capture, trap, and enslave forever.
He tilts his head, commanding my mouth with the power of his jaw.
I’m a prisoner to his every move, his every thrust. With his hand anchored at the back of my spine so I can’t move, except for what he chooses, I am utterly under his power and control.
Even as I work all my anal muscles trying to prevent every instinct that tells me to bear down, to let go, Raphael possesses me with his mouth.
A deep, hot ache washes over me as he drives himself harder and harder. His pace picks up, the rhythm growing. My pulse spins. The chains rattle from how hard I’m clenching my muscles with the metal cuffs biting my wrists.
He thrusts harder, faster, pumping in and out of my slick pussy. I’m gushing all over him. When he grips my hair and yanks my head back, I gasp. The maddening mouth, the blade of a tongue knifes along the curve of my throat. My body is swinging at his every whim.
I whimper. I cry from that urge to let go again. But I-I—
Raphael touches his lips to my ear. “Now, Briella,” he purrs deep and silky.
I can’t help it. I can’t do anything else but bow to that command. I break down and release a long moan of agony and relief as the enema comes out, spilling onto the stone floor below me.
“Fuck, what a sight!” Rory chuffs a laugh.
Before I’ve finished, Raphael tugs on the chain, freeing my pained nipples from the clamps.
I groan when his lips cover the swollen flesh.
He doesn’t care that I’m covered in mud, blood, and sweat.
He tortures the erect bud with his hot tongue, sucking, licking, and biting with determined aggression while timing his thrusts.
I arch my neck, aching for more, terrified of more.
The next thing I feel is a cold, powerful spray against the backs of my legs. It’s like ice against the open wounds, but I slump over with relief because I didn’t notice the drain beneath my feet till now. The fecal matter washes down. The hose turns off a second later.
I flinch from something soft and wet teasing my anus. “There now, nice and clean and ready for us. Well, almost, Lass.”
The next thing I know, I feel something slick and warm pouring down my back hole while I writhe against the dark-haired god before me. My hips desperately clash against his, trying to find some sense of reason, of coping with all this.
But there’s nothing I can do to prevent Rory from sliding something metallic around my anus.
“Like my little toy, Firecracker?” Rory chuckles. “Sweet, little expander. The four dilaters penetrate you six inches deep and can stretch your tight hole by five inches in diameter.”
“Oh, god!” I scream from the twisting sensation, stretching my tight ring.
Raphael shakes me by my hair and covers my mouth with his in a crushing, searing kiss.
“Gods, Briella,” he says against my lips.
“Five gods among men who have conquered hell and brought you down to meet all your lovely, dark demons. Now… only one question remains.” He locks eyes with me, taking me deeper with one feral gaze.
“What will you do with the demons?” He levels me with those predatory eyes.
I’ve had demons worse than this. I’ve spent my life running from them. And hiding.
But for the first time, I’m surrounded by demons, and I know I can’t hide from them. I can’t run either. There are only three options left:
I fight them.
I survive them.
Or…
I surrender to them.
The last should fill me with disgust. It feels like poison, but a sweet poison that takes over all my senses and turns me into some feline creature in heat. Theirs to ruin. Theirs to destroy. And remake.
This is insane. They are monsters.
So, why am I dying for a closer look?
I blame it on the storm of chemicals in my system from the pain. Tears blur my vision as Raphael fucks me like a beast off his leash, biting my neck, my jaw, my face, and my lips, leaving his teeth marks everywhere. Rory plays with my ass, his finger circling my inner walls with warm, slick oil.
Heat ignites in me, and I shudder from the pressure growing inside me. Little spasms erupt in me like precursors to an explosion.
“That’s it, Briella,” Raphael murmurs against my ear. “Clenching and dripping all over my dick. Fucking worshiping your High God.”
Worshiping him as he rapes me.
I hear the voices in my head, but I spent too many years listening to them.
Instead, I listen to my body. I let go of everything except the highs and lows.
All my nerve endings are rampant fire. My pulse rages.
More tears spill from my surrender because I should feel weak and miserable.
But as Raphael devours my mouth again, all I feel is this utter sense of release, of freedom, and a still, small power that whispers in the eye of the storm.
He grinds harder until my engorged clit rubs against his length.
I rise, snapping my hips forward, riding and riding until he unleashes a series of rapid-fire thrusts before he snaps.
I don’t know what sends me over the most. His deep groan in my mouth.
His cock slamming into the very back of my cunt. Or how he’s stolen my very soul away.
But I shatter. I crash into a cataclysmic explosion of an orgasm more powerful than anything I’ve ever felt—like a million tiny suns radiating inside me and showering through my system as I clamp tight, spasming hard all around Raphael.
He strengthens his grip around me, kissing me through his release as he spills streams of his cum inside me.
My inner muscles are still fluttering when he abruptly pulls out, dropping my legs so I swing in the chains.
“Fuck,” he says, deeper than ever.
“Fuck indeed,” echoes Jude, observing the evidence all over Raphael’s dick.
“Whoa,” Seth says
“Seth,” Raphael commands.
I’m too weak to do anything but dangle and swing lightly.
Seth is still as much of an asshole as the rest. He just goes about it more casually.
My limbs are screaming, turning numb even as he lifts me.
Most of the fight has left me. So, I merely hang my head when he lifts my weak, dead-weight legs and thrusts inside me.
I whimper from the cold metal texture rubbing my inner walls.
Piercings. I shiver from his lips brushing the side of my face.
“How’s she feel?” Jude asks, standing a few feet away.
“She’s a good fuck,” Seth says, followed by a deep groan. He smells earthy. Like wood and fire. “Really good.”
“Fuck you,” I spit.
He smirks. “Not stopping you, Briella Darling.”
I glower as he rubs soft circles along the backs of my thighs while digging his dick back inside me.
My center responds, growing wetter as he pulses inside me.
I’ve never taken piercings inside me, and I can’t deny how the texture sends little pulses through me.
Another kiss on my cheek. Strands of his wispy brown hair skid along my forehead.
He’s going slower, gentler, but it doesn’t matter.
His length is a decent size. And I’m still sore from Raphael.
“God, you’re perfect,” Seth coos against my lips before kissing me while working himself inside me, pelvis slapping mine. It’s not an all-consuming kiss like Raphael’s. It’s a slow, romantic kiss, gently parting my lips so he can move his tongue inside me.
Despite the pain, I meet Seth’s thrusts because it feels like the only power I can take right now. Three more. They’re all going to fuck me. And Red? He’s saving his monster cock for last.
After a few more shallow, rapid thrusts, Seth finishes inside me. His cum, Raphael’s cum rolls down my thighs, dripping onto the floor.
“Jude.”
It’s all Raphael says. The dark giant wastes no effort in crossing to me before lifting me.
And as he brings me down, impaling me on his long cock, I scream from the burning pressure…
and the icy piercings. God, are the rest of them pierced?
Jude has more than Seth. They line his entire dick, probably a Jacob’s ladder.