23 - Harper
N obody came for me this night. Another little envelope lies beside my breakfast again.
I’m meeting Alessia tonight.
He’s doing it, he’s meeting Alessia! My heart leaps in my chest, I might be getting my freedom back soon. The hope that blooms inside me is short lived when my bedroom door flies open, crashing into the wall.
Gianni and Manchini step in and Gianni pulling me out of the room by my hair.
“Time to destroy your pussy,” he hisses.
“And we arranged for two of our friends to join in on the fun. Isn’t that just thoughtful of us?” Manchini says mockingly.
“GET OFF OF ME! LET ME GO!” I kick and scream the entire time they take me away through the hallway.
Gianni stops and pulls me by my hair so that my ear is next to his mouth, “No, not today my little tramp. After today you’ ll wish you were dead.” He whispers and nips at my earlobe.
Manchini laughs, “We’ll keep you alive… Maybe…”
Gianni starts walking again and pulls me into a room I haven’t been in before. Inside stand two men, their eyes are glassy and dark. Like they have already had too much to drink or did drugs.
I look around the room. The room is covered in dark charcoal wallpaper with flocked velvet designs, it’s peeling on some spots.
The floors are made of worn dark oak wood with even darker stains on them.
On the ceiling hangs a single wrought-iron chandelier with flickering, candle-shaped bulbs, casting the room in a dim light.
Two old chairs face a big four-poster California king-sized bed made out of dark mahogany wood.
The bed is lined with blood red satin sheets.
Chains and cuffs hang from each of the posters.
Items like a St. Andrew’s cross, spanking benches, and suspension rigs are scattered throughout the room.
Gianni and Manchini each take a seat in one of the chairs, the unknown men stand on ether side of the bed. I just stand by the door, frozen in fear of what’s going to happen.
“Get over here, slut.” One of the men orders.
But I don’t move, I can’t. I know that this will have consequences but my body doesn’t react to me telling it to move.
The other man walks over to me and grips by arm, he hauls me over to the bed.
The man that ordered me stands behind me and pulls my shirt over my head and my leggings down my legs .
Exposing every inch of my once voluptuous body, now a mere shadow of who I was.
My ribs visible, my skin loose and bruises visible everywhere.
He throws me onto the bed and orders Gianni to cuff my hands and ankles. A layer of cold sweat covers my body and I lie shivering on the bed. I am frozen and fear has taken over me.
Not again.
Somebody, help me.
Somebody, save me.
Please…
The stench of alcohol wafts into my nose when one of the men comes onto the bed and takes my nipple into his mouth.
He sucks and bites but I feel no pleasure like I did with Alessia.
The other kneels between my spread legs and licks at my folds like he’s starving.
It hurts as he thrusts three of his fingers in at once.
I scream in pain and thrash my body to get away from him, from the pain.
“Good little slut, it makes me rock hard when you scream. I know my buddies here like it as well.” He chuckles. This time I notice his American accent.
I hear the sound of a zipper but it isn’t from the men on the bed as far as I can see.
The man who sits beside me on the bed laughs sinister and says to Gianni and Manchini, “Take a good look guys, we’ll get her nice and ready so that you can join in on the fun.”
He twist s my nipple and I let out a suppressed scream, clenching my lips together. I won’t give them the satisfaction of screaming again.
“Jason, take out your dick and fuck her mouth. I want to hear her gag on it.” Manchini encourages him.
Jason, apparently, doesn’t waste a minute and steps off the bed to take his clothes off.
Out of the corner of my eye I can already see his dick standing at attention.
The nameless guy between my legs follows his example and takes his clothes off as well.
They both get back on the bed and look at each other and the nameless man spits on my crotch before sliding his fingers through my folds.
“At the count of three, buddy?” He asks his friend with a raised brow. Jason nods.
“One…”
I shake my head violently.
“Two…”
I rattle the chains and thrash my body as hard as I can.
“ Three! ”
A scream pierces the room as the nameless man slides his dick into me, quickly muffled by Jason’s dick in my mouth.
They fuck into me, the pain unbearable. I feel lightheaded and try to breathe in through my nose. Panic grips me and tears spill from my eyes, my chest heaving.
“I just love it when the whore cries.” Manchini says husky, leaning over me as he licks my cheek. I involuntarily gag onto Jason’s dick, making him grunt. Manchini lowers his pants and his dick springs free.
“Now b e a good little cumslut and suck my dick. You did it so well the last time.”
Jason stops fucking my mouth and Manchini twists my head to face him. He doesn’t wait for me to catch up and thrusts into my mouth rapidly and hard, hurting the back of my throat and jaw with the grip he holds on to it.
He grunts and thrusts in even faster. Then suddenly he pulls out and aggressively rubs his dick with his hand.
I look up at him, pleading with my eyes to stop, to set me free.
“Argh… Yes… Ah fuck I’m going to cover this little whore.”
Jason hovers above me, rubbing his dick in tandem with Manchini. “I’m going to cum.” He grunts.
They both release themselves on my face. Their seed hot and sticky on me.
The nameless man pulls out of me.
Gianni releases me from the chains but keeps my hands cuffed and rolls me over, lying himself down on the spot where I just was.
“Sink that pussy on my dick, now.”
I scramble up on all fours and straddle him, I fix my gaze on the wall behind the headboard. I can’t bear to look into my rapist eyes.
I can try to survive this.
I must survive this!
Gianni’s dick slides into me and he thrusts up hard as he pulls on my nipple barbells. I hear the sound of a bottlecap right before cold liquid is drizzled in the crack of my ass.
“No, n o, no, not here! Please, not there.” I beg.
None of the men reacts on my pleading, too lost in their own lust.
“Fuck her ass, Manchini!” The nameless man bellows.
I think I should be grateful they use lube this time. Tears fall onto Gianni but he doesn’t care, if anything it feels like he’s getting harder inside me.
Manchini’s fingers enter my asshole and in reaction to it I jolt forward, trying to get away but Gianni’s hands on my hips keep me in place.
“Hurry up asshole. Fill hers up before I blow inside her.”
Suddenly I feel the nameless guy’s arms around my shoulders, keeping me in place. He lifts one of his hands and I see the glint of a knife. He presses it to my neck and whispers in my ear.
“You are good little slut and you’re coming home with me this Sunday.
You are going to enjoy their dicks and you are going to scream for me.
I want to see your cunt dripping with their cum just like your face is now.
” He lazily licks the cum of my cheek. I feel the tip of his knife break the skin and feel blood dripping down on my chest.
I can feel Manchini’s dick press against my asshole before he pushes in. I thought the pain was unbearable before but this is worse, far worse.
With the knife to my throat I scream in pain, the room spins and then… the world turns black.