Chapter 35 From Dawn to Twilight #3
“Fuck, yeah.” The younger guy lined his cock up to my wet pussy and thrust in too easily.
I winced, and my whole body stiffened at the pain.
My insides were still clamping and releasing, getting off the high of the orgasm he’d just given me.
I was too tight, or he was too big, I didn’t know, but it hurt. They were tearing me apart.
“No! Nooo!”
Then I wasn’t in the room, I was on the grass in the dark. Two guys were inside me, destroying me. I tried pulling the arms holding me, but I couldn’t escape them. Both cocks moved inside me, enjoying their destruction of me.
“Good thing she’s been declawed.” The younger guy’s remark brought me back. I had been trying to scratch at his skin, pushing him away yet keeping silent while he fucked me. Sir had taught me to keep silent unless given permission.
The older man groaned. “More, fuck her harder.”
While my tears wet my sweaty, hot cheeks, I prayed to the only boy who’d ever cried when I was in pain, even if it was only a dream—Killian.
No matter how many times I repeated his name, screamed it, they never stopped, just like in the dream when he screamed mine.
Not even when my screeches escaped me on every pummeling penetration.
I bawled at the cramping pain. He was hitting my cervix, moving my uterus.
The pain was undefinable. I wanted to die.
The sun was rising, filling every space between the trees and leaves while I lay on the carpet, belly down with one of them thrusting into my butt.
I didn’t have anything left inside me, but at least I had the beautiful view.
They’d all taken turns, so it didn’t hurt anymore.
All I had to do was stretch myself open as much as possible and let them have their way.
I didn’t have to hold my breath and bite my wounded tongue to not cry or whimper.
It was okay. This one was lasting longer.
He pulled my arms behind me and fucked me as deep as he could, reaching new depths where the rubbing of his fat cock against my walls released pure euphoria.
I liked how forceful he was being. There were no lies, no attempts to seem kind or gentle, no fooling me.
He panted on my ear, groaning as our bodies crashed against one another.
Slushing sounds accompanied his infrequent moans.
I tightened my insides, trying to lock him in place, but he continued.
I liked how I couldn’t stop him, how much he was enjoying me, and how my tightening triggered his cock to engorge again and again, stretching me, hurting me, then come inside me.
Feeling his dick thickening drove me as well, so I convulsed and fucked him as I came with him deep inside.
I loved coming because it erased every thought.
For a few seconds of my stupid disgusting life, pleasure ruled.
But as soon as it was over, I hated myself with a rage I was sure no one had ever experienced.
They couldn’t do this forever. Sooner or later, the last two would fall asleep too, like all the others who lay everywhere, naked and snoring.
“She’s not so fucking special,” he said after releasing my arms, then withdrawing from me and standing. His words, although they shouldn’t have, pushed me further into self-hatred, sadness, and self-disgust. I’d betrayed my soul for his pleasure, and still, he denigrated me. He was right.
The next guy started fucking the same hole.
“Move up,” another said to him.
“Oh, fuck yeah,” cussed the one who’d been thrusting into me as the other dick joined his in the same orifice.
Fuck! It hurt too much.
“Not so indifferent anymore, huh, slave?” I held my breath and gripped the threads of the carpet, yanking them out from the force, trying not to make a sound. “Come on, slave.” Hands yanked at my hair, lifting my head and chest from the floor as they tortured me.
“James, wake up.” Their dicks plunged deep inside me together and stopped. My breaths rushed, and some of my whimpers escaped. My body had been completely lifted off the floor, then lips sucked on my pussy. I closed my eyes, trying to ignore the pain, focusing on his mouth.
Sometimes, I would disconnect and go somewhere else, but then I’d hear myself wailing and wake up inside my body again.
They lifted the cock of the guy under me and swept the hard wet tip across my lips.
I took it in my mouth and sucked on it. For that, I was rewarded with stronger stimulation to my clit.
“Oh, she’s gonna come,” they announced, sounding excited.
It was the last thing I wanted to happen, not because I was ashamed, but because I knew it would hurt even more.
“Be a good slave and wait for us. You only get to come when we all come inside you.” The first guy who’d already been fucking me was trying to hold it. I could tell by how frequent and high-pitched his whimpers were. I squeezed hard, trying to push him there. “Oh, she wants more. George, come on.”
“Did you guys at least let her sleep?” he asked as he approached us.
“She doesn’t need sleep. She needs all the cock she can get. Isn’t that right, slave?”
It was when I felt the other dick slip into my pussy, breaking both of my holes that I screamed for the first time in the entire twelve hours. Hands grabbed onto my hair, neck, and shoulders, arms wrapped around my waist, all trapping me.
“Noooooo!” My shriek couldn’t be contained by the room.
“Oh, fuck yeah, that’s what she needed. Just like that, slave, keep screaming.” A palm landed on my butt cheek, breaking my scream and making me squeeze, forcing the first guy to come. They all moaned and groaned as they continued. “Not yet, slave,” he repeated.
I lost time and my mind, and screamed when I found myself in my body again.
“She feels so good. Too bad we need to kill her.” They groaned.
I shook my head. “No! No! Please!” He fucked me even more violently.
“Guys,” one called to the others. “Stuff her mouth. I want to see her come with all her holes stuffed.”
Two cocks leaking pre-cum entered my mouth and fucked it while I moaned, trying and failing to acclimate to the situation. It was impossible. One of the men held my forehead up. “Let’s synchronize,” another joked.
Stars started appearing while I held my breath. I could no longer hide in the morning clouds outside the window.
The corners of my lips were breaking along with every other hole in my body. I had no strength. I spiraled until I completely lost my thoughts and became just a body not a human. A part of me grieved the loss of humanity.
It was like a cascade, when one came, the another followed.
“Now, slave, come for us.” I couldn’t stop myself. My insides tightened on their cocks, then released. It happened over and over again. Much more intense, lasting forever.
Every breath I took slowly woke me with pain. I avoided moving any of my muscles. Their voices reached me from the other side of the room. “What are you going to do with her?”
“I’ll take her to the medical unit. The doctor is anxious for her organs. Some kid he knows had an accident or something. I don’t know.”
“It’s too bad. She’s a rare one. A really good fuck.”
“She’s obviously crazy. Usually, the crazier, the better the fuck.”
They chuckled. “Well, I have shit to do, but this was fun. We should definitely do it again.”
The sun high above the trees and its powerful light heating me all over, consoled all my aches and wounds, almost slowing my quaking. It would all be over soon. I hated myself for not feeling better at that knowledge; part of me was stupid enough to still want to live in such a wretched world.