Chapter 15 Briella #2
One clenching of Raphael’s fist. One penetrating, daggered stare, and Rory cows, relenting even if his dick doesn’t loosen. “Fine. But I get to do the vises.”
A nod from Raphael has me quivering, trembling at the word as the sociopath marches away. Jude weaves his arms around me, gathering up my breasts and softly rubbing my nipples. “Feel me, Babydoll. You can do this. Just a little longer.”
Raphael takes his place before me, his legs spread, locking with Jude’s so they cage me in. “Arch your back,” he commands.
Jude helps me, leaning back until I can thrust my chest out. A moment later, Rory secures each of my nipples between stainless steel, adjustable clamps. He tightens them cruelly, and I cry out.
“There, that will keep the nipples red and happy,” he croons before pinching each one.
How can more adrenaline and endorphins spiral through me? I can’t fathom it, but I feel myself floating again as Jude tests my pussy from behind. Seth’s cum, all their cum has kept me soaked, and it takes little effort for him to inject his length all the way in.
“Mmm,” I moan from the pressure. He’s long, but Raphael is thick, and as he primes his tip through my folds, slowly and softly sliding it inside me, my entrance sucks him in. My pussy stretches and burns from their double invasion.
“Fuck, Raphael!” Jude inhales while opening his teeth along my neck. “Feel that flaming hot pussy taking both of us.”
They take me in calculated strokes, like they’ve practiced this, both in such devastating synchronization, it has me gushing more.
“Good girl, Briella,” Raphael commends me. “Coating our cocks with your sweet wetness, warm and willing for us.”
He takes my mouth. Their hands roam everywhere—along my breasts, my ribs and stomach, my hips where they lift me, each grinding deeper into me. The sensations are so overwhelming, my vision begins to darken, threatening to pull me into unconsciousness—
—until a sudden vibration, gentle and delicious, tantalizes my nipples.
I moan and cry and whimper into Raphael’s mouth, realizing the vices around my nipples are vibrating.
My arousal grows, throwing me into a high, pure delirium.
The vibrating vises resonate their power down the invisible wire from my nipples to my clit, and I groan and squeeze my legs together, clamping down hard all over Raphael and Jude.
“Fuckfuckfuck, Raph!” Jude growls.
As soon as he does, Raphael pulls his mouth from mine, and I gasp through the haze of pleasure, finding them together, their mouths locked.
It’s not a soft kiss. No, they move with violence, biting and lashing, sucking and groaning.
Strong hands work beneath me, and I moan from the feeling of them cupping each other, gripping their balls before their fingers touch the place where we are joined.
Off to our side, I find Seth on his knees before Rory, taking that monstrous dick into his mouth, swallowing him down, consuming and devouring while the sociopath grips his hair, nearly tearing it at the roots.
Head thrown back. Eyes closed in the throes of pleasure.
And Seth is fisting himself, getting off on it all.
I look at Jude and Raphael again and shudder, understanding I’m witnessing something deep, something vulnerable that transcends any superficial bonds. Even deeper than brothers. A bond of fire, blood, and trauma.
It has me shaking, breaking down because I’ve never…I’ve carried the weight of my trauma for years, running and hiding, only glimpsing at my demons in the dark. I’ve never had anyone to share it with.
But in this moment, with them and their sick and twisted fucked-up bonds, I feel safe unleashing my demons. Like I could give them to these gods. I could smile, watching them torture and dismember them all before they fuck me in the burning ash and blood and severed limbs.
The stitches inside me rip open, creating new scars and weeping new blood from my heart.
I don’t even realize I’m crying. No, sobbing until Jude is cupping my throat and touching his lips to my cheek. “You see it, don’t you, Babydoll? You feel it. You feel us. Fuck, Raph, she’s perfect. She’s the one.”
“She’s everything. But she must become more. Lay back, Jude.”
Raphael holds me still as Jude does, and I moan from the depth, from the pressure increasing. Without Jude against me, cold air lashes my back like fire and ice. I tip my head onto Raphael’s shoulder, overwhelmed by everything, from the subtle vibrations on my nipples. How my cunt is on fire.
“Move back a little, Briella,” Raphael directs. “Give your breasts to my brother, let him fuck your beautiful tits.”
The vises are small enough, they don’t interfere. Closing my eyes, I do as he says, hoping, begging, praying we’re almost there, sensing we are. Like I can see the light at the end of the tunnel of Level 3. What awaits me in Level 4? How can anything be worse than this?
“That’s a good Firecracker.” Rory smiles wickedly from the side of my body, his accent thick. “Hold yer pretty tits together for me.”
The moment I do, he pistons hard between them, his length wet from Seth’s spit. Raphael and Jude begin to move again, their cocks vying for dominance. Jude grips my hips from below as they rock me in hard, grinding strokes.
“Jude.”
Before I realize what’s happening, they’ve shifted me, lifting my legs until they sit on Raphael’s shoulders, forcing my body to take them deeper. And Jude’s cock enters my ass. “Oh, my gods!” I scream from the pressure, bucking, trying to escape.
“Your gods are railing you on each end,” Jude chuckles darkly.
“Don’t expect to be saved, Briella,” Raphael tells me while Rory keeps sliding between my breasts. “We’re not here to save you. We are not your saviors. We are your destroyers…and creators.”
“And your cunt is so greedy for us, Babydoll. That pussy and ass clenching like a vise.”
“Losing yourself in us,” Raphael says low and deep. “Finding yourself in us.”
When another hand slides in between us, applying a sudden vibration to my clit, it’s all that takes me to erupt. Overwhelming pleasure pulsates through my pussy, thrashing heat through my system, lighting up all my nerve endings.
But Seth doesn’t stop pressing the vibrator on me.
“Hold her breasts, Rory,” Raphael commands him before cooing in my ear. “Grip Seth, wrap your hands around him, feel him.” Inhaling a deep breath, nearly on the verge of another orgasm, I grapple with Seth’s cock, needing something.
“Vincent,” Raphael growls at him.
On my other side, Vincent grips a handful of my hair and puts his crown to my lips. I open for him.
“Feel all of us.”
I obey. I surrender to them. Seth rubs the vibrator in pressured circles while Jude and Raphael rail me on each end, Rory fucks my tits, his heavy balls slapping my skin, and Vincent pounds my mouth, my throat, while I fist Seth hard in one hand and grip his balls with my other.
“So good, Babydoll.” Jude presses a hand to the base of my spine.
“Just like that, Briella Darling.”
“Fucking Firecracker!” Rory groans, thrusting in rapid movements.
“Suck me off like a good Girly.”
And Raphael moves in. Rory and Vincent seem to know just when to pull back so the alpha can claim my mouth in the destructive, devastating kiss of pure dominion as only a god could bring.
He finishes but holds my gaze as the others use me again.
I blink rapidly. When my inner muscles pulsate, Raphael grins.
With their breath, sweat, blood, and cum all over me—and the vibrations wreaking havoc on every inch of my body—I explode into the most powerful, bone-rattling, heart-crushing, soul-shattering orgasm I’ve ever had.
Vincent pulls out so they may all hear my blood-curdling scream as I fly through the eye of a black hole.
“Fuck, Briella!” Seth exclaims. “She’s squirting all over you, Raph!”
I’ve never squirted before. But I can’t stop it. Everything inside me is unleashing. A creature shedding her skin and rising with new wings of pure fire.
On the dirty, bloody ground of a sex dungeon in an abandoned mine with five assholes gang-banging me, I feel the best high of my life—the heat of a dying supernova radiating through me, bursting in burning showers through my blood.
I barely register the ropes of their cum shooting all over me. My face, my hair, my breasts, my thighs, my back, and pussy. The vibrations have stopped, but my skin is still tingling, millions of smithereens of heat pricking everywhere.
They’ve wrecked me, ruined me for all others. I’m a wreckage of star matter surrounded by these dark gods.
I’ve died a thousand deaths. And come back with a thousand and one lives.
They all pull out at the same time, and I crash to the floor, covered in cum and blood.
“Finish it!” Raphael raises his voice. It echoes against the rocky walls of the cavern.
My eyes are still closed, my body curled up in a shaking, quaking fetal position, when the warm, wet currents spray my body, soaking every inch of me with golden heat. The degradation sends new dark shudders through me.
And then, Raphael is there. Gripping each side of my face with bruising fingers, forcing me to hold on for a few precious seconds longer, he breathes against me, “You are covered in us. We have baptized you. Our cum. Our sweat. Our blood. Our piss. Our essence. Every part of you. We have desecrated you, defiled you. Do you know what that means, Briella?”
He pauses, kissing my eyelids where his blood marks linger. “We are your skin, your flesh, your blood and bones. We are your soul matter. We do not simply possess you. You are possessed by us. Here there be Gods. You have become divine. You are no longer simply ours.
“So, tell me,” he growls against my mouth. “What the fuck are you, Briella?”
He kisses me again like a final punishing blow, the destruction of a woman, the rising of a goddess. And a crown slamming down on my head, bleeding me, scarring me. I’m still standing. Like a queen chess piece who’s survived the slaughter. The board is carnage. And the filth of them is my throne.
“I am…” The whisper leaves my throat as the blackness pulls me under.
My eyes take in the sight of the demon gods all around me.
Just as the pain swallows me into an all-eclipsing abyss, I finish in the greatest, ear-splitting scream I’ve ever heard.
The scream of some demonic beast erupting from the bowels of hell. “YOU!”
“Level 4.”
I black out.