Chapter 11 Tender Was The Meat #3
“Hey! Stop! Gabin! Stop, you’re going to kill her!” Mael yelled as he got closer, sounding genuinely concerned. The currents of sharp knives flowing through me disappeared.
“Isn’t that what we do with all of them?”
The pain decreased, but I had zero energy or strength, and my body felt so hot, completely drenched in sweat.
“She can run. Gotta give her that,” one of his friends commended as he struggled to catch his breath.
They were all out of breath. My cheek rested in the dirt, and I hadn’t even taken my first breath.
My saliva had muddied the dirt beneath my lips.
Pins and needles coursed through me as if my entire body had fallen asleep.
“Not her. Not yet,” Mael responded, sounding as if he were right next to me. Then hands turned me over. I could only open my eyes a bit. Their faces hovered over me, along with the trees and starlit heavens.
Mael’s arms slid under my body and lifted me.
The world shook with his every step. Come on, Magdalena, run.
I couldn’t move at all. He laid me on a patch of grass in a clearing and checked my pulse at my wrist. Only then did I realize tears and saliva were still leaking from me and my inner thighs were wet with my urine.
It was still too hot. He cupped my cheek, and a smile slowly spread on his face. He was admiring my face, studying it and then lowered his lips to mine, surprisingly kissing me gently. “You did good, my darling. That was fun, but I’ve got you now. You’re all mine.”
No!
Mael kneeled over me, undoing his belt, button, and zipper before taking out his dick.
I tried to move my fingers, to lift my hand, my arm.
Nothing. I was paralyzed, only able to move my eyeballs.
He jerked off over me, ejaculating his juices on me.
No matter how much I protested, my body was too exhausted to move.
This couldn’t be happening. I couldn’t let this happen.
I wanted to fight him—kick, punch, scratch his eyes out, stab him again, and run—but I couldn’t move! I couldn’t even breathe right. Ahhhhh! I screamed in my mind, willing a part of me to move, but nothing responded, nothing at all. This was worse than hell. I was truly trapped in my own body.
A light flashed on my face, forcing my eyes to close. “Camera’s ready, Mael.”
No! No! Please, God, no!
“You ready? I can make all this go away for you. But first, you have to admit that all this time, you’ve known how in love with you I am. You’ve just been a nasty tease. Flirting with other guys, dressing the way you do. Huh? Admit it,” he whispered in my ear. “Admit that you’re my girl.”
I tried to say no, but it was as if my brain wasn’t connecting to the rest of my body. Some circuit had been cut. Was I going be like this for the rest of my life, trapped in my own mind forever? Please, God, please no. Then I attempted to shake my head—nothing.
An infinite anger crossed his face, and he yanked my necklace, taking Killian’s ring from my neck. The chain had to have scraped my nape, but I barely registered the pain as I stared at the ring, the only piece of Killian I had left that accompanied me in my solitude.
“You fried her brain, Gabin. She can’t even tell us what hole to fuck,” one of his friends joked.
They surrounded us while Mael’s disgusting dick slid from side to side over my lip, wetting it. “You like the taste of me, darling?”
They snickerd like dirty rats.
I tried to gain control of my body, to at least get my heart to pump at a normal rhythm and my breathing to settle, then moved my fingers, but they were numb.
He moved farther back until he was by my knees, then raised my skirt.
The cold breeze caressed my thighs like a whisper.
He sucked his teeth, annoyed at having to move my garments out of the way, then ripped my panties.
“N-n-n-no!”
“There she is. Look at you, you got your voice back, little darling. Good for you,” one of his buddies ridiculed.
They chuckled again. But my eyes stayed locked with Mael’s, begging him not to do this.
Instead, his cock plundered into me in one shot.
I arched, and a scream got stuck in my throat, unable to breathe with the hot pain.
He didn’t stop or slow down, just fucked me like an animal.
“Fuck yeah,” he whispered, and groaned, biting down on his bottom lip as he slipped in and out of me so easily. His eyes closed with pleasure while ripping me apart from the inside. “God, I’ve missed fucking this pussy.”
I made a fist and tried to hit him, to push him away. Control over my body was returning too slowly and late. “No—!” I needed it to stop. Please stop! My efforts were too weak. “No!” Mael pinned my wrists into the dirt.
I was in the pit of hell, screaming, arching, trying to move away from the hot pain, the ripping apart of my insides was indescribable. I just wanted to die.
God, please, if you exist, let me die. Someone help me.
Please help me. I couldn’t believe that out of the whole group, not one of them had enough empathy to stop him.
One of them didn’t seem as enthusiastic as the others.
He stood a few yards behind the cheering crowd.
Sometimes, he gained the balls to look in my eyes, but for the most part, he didn’t seem to be enjoying the show.
He wasn’t cheering Mael on for every fuck.
It hurt too much. I couldn’t stop myself from wailing, sobbing, begging. “Please, stop. You’re hurting me. Please.” I didn’t look at the crowd to see who was jerking off to the sounds of my anguish.
Mael groaned and moaned, sounding more and more helpless as he pounded into me. Drops of sweat fell from his temple to me. “Fuck! She feels so fucking good. So good,” he repeated while ignoring how hard I was fighting him, how much I was weeping, screaming.
I tried not to listen, not to feel it: the pain, the disgust, the humiliation.
Where was all the numbness I’d been feeling all my life?
Where was it? I needed it now. I searched for it in my mind, but it was gone.
Instead, I was raw, feeling the agony in every particle of my being in every form.
God, please. Every thrust was a punch to my belly, a ripping of my walls.
It is just a very bad dream. This is not happening. It’s not happening.
I couldn’t disconnect. It was too real. It was happening. Having no other choice but to accept, reality crushed me.
“No!”
His chest heaved, his eyes rolling as his hips swung into me again and again and again. It was taking forever. Please stop. Please finish. I needed it to stop.
When his dick spurted hot cum inside me, it almost burned.
It was so disgusting. I gagged, needing to vomit so badly I turned my face to the side.
His dick kept engorging, overstretching my torn insides, tearing down more of me, breaking me while his fingers dug into the skin at my wrist, cutting circulation from them.
I thought I would feel better once he finished, but then I was free to think, to feel what he’d done, to face it. There was nothing I’d ever wanted to avoid more than this reality.
I was broken, disgusting. No one would ever love me like this. I was used up, worthless, dirty, so so dirty.
His cum slipped out of me, and I heaved, turning to the side.
I’d always been afraid to be unmasked, and Mael had unmasked me and found something worse than what even I had expected.
I’d shattered so easily. I had thought myself strong, even evil, but I was worse than nothing.
I was weak. I could have avoided this. Why didn’t I fight?
No. It didn’t happen. It didn’t. When I blinked open my eyes again, I wasn’t really there.
I knew it hadn’t been a bad dream. My mind was chaos, and my body was disgusting, too weak and in too much pain but vapid at the same time.
Yet I could still feel him thrusting into me, tearing me apart.
Inside, a billion cuts throbbed and bled with every pulse.
In the meantime, they were watching the video, talking, joking, but I couldn’t move or even hear them right. Their voices were muffled. I was left on the ground like a piece of garbage.
The disconnect came too late. Why? I tried so hard to forget, but I couldn’t stop feeling him inside me and the bruises he left on my wrists. It never happened. It didn’t happen. I was broken, dirty, and wished to die.
It had been so long since I’d sensed anything real, years since the numbness took over me.
But nothing had ever been as tangible as what he’d just done.
Even though I tried to run away from it, the details attacked my mind; things I hadn’t noticed as it was happening overwhelmed me after.
The nauseating way he grunted. The disgusting big drops of sweat falling from his temples onto my dress.
The puffs of his breath that swept my ear as he thrusted into me.
The crunching sound the dried leaves made beneath me with every movement.
They were so loud. The smell of him. God.
If I could scratch it off me, I would. Even though his dick was gone, the throbbing pain was undeniable.
The inside of my pussy had been scratched as if some monster clawed and tore out pieces of me.
It was too real. I wanted to escape it, but it was too real. It kept replaying over and over. She feels so good. I didn’t know if I was here or there. Was I really screaming again? No, don’t scream. Don’t scream! They were laughing at me. What was I saying? “Kill me! Kill me!”
The sting from the slap across my face woke me from the psychotic break, bringing me back. Mael was kneeling next to me, staring at my face, studying me, daring me to scream again. The others laughed like hyenas.
“Please. Please,” I whispered to him while sobbing and shaking.
“Please …” I repeated, begging him. “Please, Mael. Please.” Was this real?
Was my palm really cupping his cheek while my eyes overfilled with tears, imploring for the only thing that could ever fix me?
His eyes flutter closed at my touch. He leaned into my palm as if no one had ever shown him any affection. He soaked it into himself, smiling.
Please. Kill me. Would he grant me such mercy?
Mael lowered his face and whispered in my ear.
“I don’t want you to die, darling. You’re not like the others.
” He paused. “You know what I want. Give it to me. If you tell me that you’re mine, right now, I won’t let them touch you.
You just have to say it. Just one word.” My nausea intensified at the thought of being his after what he’d done to me.
They were just words, words that could save me from this hell, but I couldn’t pronounce them, no matter how much I tried.
I belonged to one person, and he would’ve never done this.
As he lifted his head, straightening himself into sitting on his haunches, we stared at each other. My vision of him blurred because of the tears filling my eyes.
Within seconds, his friend kneeled next to my face with his hard dick exposed.
He pinned my temple to the dirt, almost crushing my skull.
My hair, temple, and cheek rubbed against the dirt as I tried to pull away.
I fought him, scratching and pushing at his forearm, while a piercing scream rolled out of me, echoing through the trees. My throat hurt after.
“She’s like a wild cat, Mael.”
I was fully aware again. Completely present, hearing, seeing, and feeling everything.
Was it the adrenaline? Mael grabbed my wrists and pinned me down again so his friend could do whatever he wanted without me fighting him.
The guy with the phone, Gabin, walked around us to stand by my head. The bright light blinded me.
The tip of a penis hit my lip as he jerked it. His juices tasted disgusting, salty and bitter. My sweat and tears wet the dirt under my temple, muddying my face.
“You bite me, I’ll knock every tooth out of your mouth. I’ll make you suffer more than you can ever imagine.” He pinched my nose and pushed his dick to the back of my throat. Vomit rose immediately, but he pulled almost all the way out, then pushed in again. My throat burned.
“Fuck … yeah …” the guy said while fucking my throat, blocking my breathing, my screaming.
“You look so beautiful, Maggie. Watching you is already making me hard for you again. You see, darling? I always knew you,” Mael whispered into my ear.
“Are you ready for more? I can’t wait.” He kissed my cheek and slid down, pulling on the neckline of my dress and sucked on my breasts while rubbing his dick on my thigh.
I tried to free myself of his hold but failed.
His friend moaned profusely, his thrusts growing more violent, going deeper and deeper. Bile rose, the acid burning my throat, tongue, and cheeks before bursting from my mouth. But instead of disgust, he fucked me harder. “Oh yeah. Fuck yes.” His heavy breaths were like that of a thirsty dog.
“Damnit, you made her vomit, Sylban! Yuck!” Gabin yelled.
“It’s not my fault she doesn’t know how to suck dick.”
“You say that every time,” Gabin responded.
Seconds after, Sylban stopped thrusting, and although his balls were right up against my cheek already, he attempted to slide deeper into my throat.
His dick twitched and the cum coated my throat.
I didn’t even have to swallow. Mael kissed my neck as the dick engorged again and again inside it.
“Good job, Maggie. I’ve always known how good you’d be.
Always. Don’t forget you have a choice, Maggie.
It’s your choice to do all this. I’m happy either way.
You can either be my best whore, or be my woman,” he said between kisses.
“All you have to do to make all this stop is say that you’re mine. ”
Sylban blocked my breathing for so long that the world tilted, and darkness took over. As my eyes closed, all I could think was thank God.