“You fucking should be. I’m going to hurt you.” He twists his finger in my ass, and I cry out. “And you’re going to take it.” He removes his finger, and a cold dread fills me as I realize what’s coming next. He spits, the glob landing between my cheeks, and he presses the thick head of his cock to my tight hole.
“No!” I scream, trying to kick out, to writhe away. The rope bites into my ankle, my body twisting uselessly.
His hands clamp down on my hips, holding me still.
He pushes inside. The stretch is searing, burning, a deep, invasive agony that tears a raw scream from my lungs. He’s too big. This angle is wrong. My body splits open around him.
He doesn’t stop.
He buries himself to the hilt in one brutal thrust, his balls slapping against my ass. The scream ripped from me is silenced by a choked gasp as my entire body convulses.
“Fuck, that’s tight. You take my cock so well when you’re scared.”
My head swims, blood pounding in my ears. I’m being torn apart from the inside out.
He starts to move, pulling out slowly before slamming back in. Each thrust is a fresh wave of pain, a violation so deep I can feel it in my bones. The world is a blur of agony and the sound of his grunting, the wet, obscene sounds of him using me.
“You’re so fucking beautiful when you’re being ruined,” he groans.
“Please,” I sob, the word barely a whisper.
“Fuck. Your pathetic sounds are going to make me come.” He picks up the pace, his hips pistoning, his cock reaming me, claiming me, destroying any part of me that might have been left whole.
My body is jolting with every thrust, the rope around my ankle cutting into my skin, my head bouncing against the forest floor. Tears and snot are streaming down my face, into my hair. I am a mess. A ruined, sobbing, used up thing.
And still, traitorous heat builds in my core, a fire stoked by the friction of his violent invasion. My body, the ultimate betrayer, is starting to respond.
“No,” I whisper, a desperate prayer to a god who has long abandoned me. “No, no, no!”
Raze’s laughter cuts through the trees. Louder than Priest’s ragged breathing behind me.
“She’s gonna come. Look at her, Priest. Her fucking nipples are hard as rocks. Shelovesthis shit.”
I want to die. I want the earth to split open and swallow me whole.
“My filthy fucking kitten.” His hand snakes around my hip, fingers finding my clit and rubbing in vicious, perfect circles that match the brutal rhythm of his cock inside me.
“You can’t help it, can you? You’re gonna come with my cock ripping your ass open and a fucking audience watching.”
The shame is a physical weight, crushing me. But my hips start to move, a small, almost imperceptible rocking that betrays the truth. I hate myself. I hate him. I hate this dark, twisted part of me that craves his destruction.
Raze steps closer, his boots in sight, the sounds of him stroking his cock slick in the quiet moments between Priest’s grunts and my sobs. “Fucking hell, Priest,” he pants. “You should see her face. She’s crying, but her eyes are rolled back in her fucking head. She’s gone.”
Priest’s thrusts become more erratic; his grip is so tight that the bruises will be permanent. “She’s a perfect, broken thing.”
“Please,” I sob.
“That’s it, kitten. Beg for it.”
“No.” The dam breaks. A violent, shattering orgasm tears through me, my body convulsing around his cock, my screams echoing through the silent forest.
My head lolls, my neck too weak to hold it up. I feel the rush of Priest’s release inside me, a final, degrading mark of ownership. He stays inside me for a long moment, his breath ragged, his body heaving.
Then he pulls out, and the emptiness is as violating as the fullness was. I feel blood trailing over my hip, mixing with his leaking cum. Raze groans, and his release shoots mere inches from my face, painting the forest floor.
Priest slices the rope without warning, and I collapse onto the ground in a heap of limbs and agony. The world spins, leaves and dirt pressing into my cheek. My head throbs. My body is one big, pulsing bruise, a used-up, discarded thing. I gasp for air and start to scramble away, ignoring the pain.
His boot slams down on my back, right between my shoulder blades, pinning me to the forest floor. I cry out as he leans his weight down.
