Chapter 12 The Silent One #2
I was hysterical, losing all sanity and sense of worth in anguish.
Gabin was all the way inside me but didn’t move, no matter how much I tried pushing him out.
“You have such a hot ass. Making me sweat,” he whispered into my ear, then kissed the lining.
I tried to pull away but ended up feeling more of Mael’s tongue.
He licked at me faster, then his lips sucked on me.
I breathed through my mouth as the pleasure he gave me took over.
No. I don’t want to feel pleasure, not like this. I don’t want to enjoy any of this.
I strained to push away, but every effort only tore more of my insides.
I could no longer hold my breath with the headache setting in, and my lungs about to give out.
Heavily and fast, I puffed to get some oxygen in my lungs and stopped again, not wanting to feel the pain that each inhalation brought.
“See, you can do it. Such a good ass,” Gabin whispered.
“You’re gonna like it. You’ll see. I’m gonna make you come so hard you’ll faint.
” With tear trails and hair strands covering my face, I looked up into the eyes of the guy I was being forced to suck.
He wasn’t moving, just studying me. My sobbing and breath broke out again as Gabin started rocking into me slowly while groaning and moaning.
I silently begged the guy in my mouth. For a few seconds, he couldn’t look into my eyes. “Shhh.” He tried to soothe by placing his palms on either side of my temples, holding me, raking my hair, and with his thumb caressing my face.
Then he looked away into the distance while slowly pushing his cock deeper into my mouth.
I waited for him to look at me again, tried to focus on that.
His pushing was not aggressive or too deep, most of him was outside me.
I could feel his restraint. His cock was so hard it was almost shaking.
Sometimes, he’d hold my head tighter, struggling to not worsen the situation for me.
“Fuck … Fuck … Fuck,” he repeated while breathing heavily, sometimes whimpering and shivering, wanting more.
When his eyes finally met mine, he was crying too, his brow furrowed, trembling.
He looked like he couldn’t comprehend what was happening or why he couldn’t resist. It’s when I broke, when he lost control, fucking me at full speed, as if my head wasn’t attached to my neck.
Despite his desperation to come, he never plunged all the way in.
He was trying.
I had no other choice but to hang onto that, even if it was too small of an amount of kindness, it was all I had. His thrusts grew chaotic, but every time he opened his eyes, he looked right into mine. He shifted my head so my neck was straight.
“Fuck, I’m gonna come. She’s too good. I’m gonna come.
Fuck,” he said, breathless and groaning, before pushing his dick into my throat and filling it with his cum.
With every spill a whimper would escape him.
When I gagged, he held my head, caressing me.
“Just a little more … I can’t … help it.
Fuck!” He pulled out as soon as he finished, then kissed my forehead.
Mael let out a long groan, sounding like an animal, and shook his head so his lips would rub against all of my pussy as Gabin fucked me hard.
“Sylban, come get her,” Mael called.
“No. Fuck that. I want her ass.”
“You’re doing good,” the nameless one repeated between short kisses all over my face, even my lips which were wet with his cum, as if we were lovers.
He pushed my hair back again and again. “It’s gonna be okay.
” We stared at each other as the others tortured me.
I had to hang onto the gentleness, or I would lose my mind.
I had to hide in him, trying to survive the pain the others were causing me.
He watched my every reaction, even as the physical sensations set my mind free of any solid thoughts.
All I did was feel them inside me. His breaths brushed my face as every brain cell started focusing on the pleasure slowly filling me, numbing all the pain.
Now the blood was lubricating Gabin’s fucking.
“Stop fighting. Just relax and it will hurt less,” the nameless one whispered into my ear then leaned his forehead against mine. “It’s okay.”
I shook my head.
“Let go, Maggie. Trust me.”
I did.
“That’s a good girl. Open up for me,” Gabin praised.
I was too tired and trapped to do anything else.
Currents of pleasure zipped through me from my clit, consuming my every thought.
Gabin plunged into me, but I was too tight, and it hurt too much.
My body convulsed, sometimes fucking him back by accident.
It hurt so bad. What was happening to me?
It was the last thought that crossed my mind before the pleasure reached a crescendo, bursting through me.
Gabin and Mael grunted, moaned, and screamed.
Mael stopped sucking on me, and I couldn’t believe what he did next.
He pushed his dick into my pussy, and I screamed at the breaking of my insides.
The nameless one kissed me, guiding my head so he could suck on my lips, twirl his tongue against mine despite my endless screaming, wailing, and sobbing.
Even my lips were shaking. My stomach cramped, producing the most unimaginable pain. I couldn’t take them.
They didn’t fit.
Who does this? The hysteria wouldn’t allow me to think or hear them or stop fighting them.
“Fuck! Gabin, hurry up!” Sylban yelled.
Mael sucked my tit into his mouth as he fucked me without mercy.
It was too much. The world shut down.
“India, Bhutan, Vietnam, Morocco, Madagascar, Cuba, Chile, Uruguay, Iceland, and of course, Ireland,” I said to Killian as I counted the countries in my hand.
“If we’re going to go to Ireland, then I want to go to Puerto Rico and to the US where your mum’s from.”
“Mommy has always told me that the world’s smallest hummingbird is in Cuba.”
“And Puerto Rico has el coqui,” he stated. A chuckle burst out of me at his Irish accent and the realization that he had been studying the Caribbean because of Mom. Wait until I tell her this. She would have no choice but to fall in love with Killian too.
When our laughter died down, the confidence filled me. “Okay, but there’s only one way I’ll go to the US.”
“How?”
“I want to cross the frozen Bering Strait.”
He laughed. “Angel, that doesn’t happen anymore. Climate change and all that shit.”
I shrugged. “It’s my final offer.”
Oh no. No no no no... Killian come back!
Come back! The grief drowned me. I wanted to sleep and dream of him with him forever.
I wanted to be in our heaven, not here, never again, here.
I attempted to fall asleep again, to let go but as the awful present reality dawned on me slowly, so did the physical pain boomerang back.
I was alone, in the spot they’d raped me, with a puddle of liquid collecting under my butt. As I breathed in, all the excruciating pain in every muscle exploded. I couldn’t hold back the whimper and had to cover my mouth when I went to adjust.
Their voices reached me from afar. “This one likes making them fall in love while he rapes them. Soooo romantic,” they joked, laughing.
The wind pushed the smell of pot toward me.
They kept conversing about their lives, tossing in an occasional joke.
I found myself searching for his voice in the conversation but couldn’t hear him, the nameless one.
What did he have to say about what he’d done to me?
About not helping me? An orange light brightened the bushes behind me in another clearing.
They even had a small abandoned wooden structure, like an outhouse.
After managing to turn over, through the branches and bushes, I could see they had a fire going and were sitting on beach chairs.
It was almost impossible not to scream at the slightest movement, but slowly, I crawled toward the spot where they first found me, where I’d dropped my belongings as they electrocuted me.
With brief stops along the way, it seemed to take forever, but I found my purse and knife.
I was drained and possibly dying because the bleeding hadn’t stopped.
I leaned my head against the trunk of a tree, and its roots were so big they created a small circle for me to cradle in.
I had the knife’s edge at my wrist, ready to slice open my radial and ulnar arteries so I could end all this. I wasn’t sure why, but a memory of Killian popped into my mind.
“Are you scared to die, Magdalena?” Killian had asked me.
“Isn’t everybody?”
“I’m not.”
“What are you scared of?”
“Pain.”
Thank you, Killian. I wondered what terrible things Killian had endured so early in life.
What taught him that life wasn’t always worth living?
Death was my only escape, freedom, and comfort.
Oh, Killian … I couldn’t remember what we said next, or what we did, and the loss of that yanked a violent, unstoppable weeping from me.
I searched for the memory, and like his ring, I couldn’t find it.
They’d taken everything from me. It didn’t help to have lost the last thing I’d had of him.