“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.
36. The Harvest
MAGDALENA
We were alone in the office for too long after he’d made the call for them to come get me. He kept yapping about what a disappointment I’d been and how now I would truly pay for the disaster I’d caused. Apparently, I’d destabilized the system. Some girls had already been caught revering my “asinine actions.”
I was so shattered I wasn’t even completely aware of myself. Was I sleeping? Sobbing in silence? Or wailing? I couldn’t tell. Every time I attempted to analyze my state, all I felt was a mix of a cold, lonely emptiness and numbness. There was no fooling myself into believing someone had done this to me out of obsession or some sort of a sick love. They’d done it all to hurt me. And the worse part was my body enjoyed some of it. It was as if they’d broken me and I’d managed to come together, but all wrong with leftover shreds that didn’t fit.
I couldn’t possibly even contemplate or process his words. Sometimes, I’d speak a word or two, a phrase here or there, but never a whole sentence.
The guards practically busted in, then lifted my broken body from the floor, leaving behind the splinters of my mind and soul.They couldn’t possibly unstickthatfrom the carpet. It’d stained it crimson red. I stared at the shadow of it in silence. That was it, the place where the last of me had been ripped away—or so I thought.
