Cristian was crouched beside me, still holding the knife close as he watched me.
“I have an idea.” Cristian’s tone made me grimace, and Julian’s thrusts slowed.
“What?”
“Let’s put her over the edge of the couch.”
Julian scoffed before pulling from my mouth, and then Cristian was yanking me up by my arms, hoisting me towards the couch.
He moved me into position, bending me over the arm of it, my hands still cuffed behind me as Julian climbed onto the couch.
So they were going to use me at once? My stomach knotted, but I refused to show them anything as Julian coaxed his dick between my lips once more. His hands circled my face, holding me in place as he buried his dick inside my mouth.
“Now, isn’t that a pretty sight?” Cristian slapped my ass, the harsh sting of it shooting through me and making me jerk forward on Julian’s dick.
There was no warning as Cristian spread my legs and rammed inside of me, making me cry out around Julian’s cock and choke.
“Fuck, do that again,” Julian grunted as he drove in deeper. On this angle, he had a better chance of getting into my aching, bruised throat, and he was taking it despite my protests and whimpers.
Was this what it was like in the sex trafficking world? To get abused and used like this?
I stilled, my whimpers dying in my throat as I felt the cool touch of something on my back.
Cristian dragged the blade up and down my back as he drove into me at a steady pace, like he was just enjoying the sensation of being inside me while Julian violated my mouth.
I dared not make a sound, my blood running cold as my heart hammered, my vision blurring at the lack of oxygen as Julian continued to push into my throat with each thrust. I couldn’t stop myself from gagging on him, but he didn’t relent as tears streamed down my face.
“That’s it, kitten. You’re doing a good job,” Cristian cooed, as if he wasn’t taking full advantage of me right now.
I focused on Noms, on Ray, on why I was allowing this, why I was going to stay strong and not let this break me. I was stronger than they knew, and this, this ruthless assault, this using me like I was nothing but a damn sex slave, I’d survive it. I’d bounce back, and I’d find a way to get back at them. It was dumb, I should just move on once this month was over, never look back and flee across the globe, but I wasn’t good at letting things go.
Ray and Noms would have to run, once they learned of what these fuckers did to me, they’d understand. They’d side with me.
“I think we should spice things up, don’t you?” Cristian grunted as he drove into me hard, hitting something deep inside and making me flinch.
“How so?” Julian’s voice came out raspy, and I could feel his dick already swelling in my mouth. He was getting close, and I hoped that once he was done with me, he’d leave me alone.
The blade stilled on my back, the pressure increasing, threatening to break my skin.
“I think we could use a little red.” Cristian’s voice was low, and my heart plummeted as Julian’s hands tightened on my face.
Please, no.
Julian cursed, thrusting deep into my mouth, catching me off-guard as I’d been too focused on the knife at my back. His dick pushed into my throat, and I choked as the hot cum shot down it.
I did my best not to jerk, but I was choking and sputtering as Julian yanked his dick from my lips, and Cristian laughed as he removed the blade from my back.
Unwanted tears streamed down my face as he continued to drive into me with force, grunting as he now held my hips and tugged me hard against him.
Each thrust was brutal and deep, but I was too busy coughing, my throat aching like all hell.
Cristian grunted as he pulled free, and I shuddered as his hot load dribbled onto my ass.
“Fuck,” Cristian hissed before the sharp sting of his hand seared across my ass. “She’s a lot of fun, isn’t she?”
Julian scoffed as he climbed off the couch and pulled his pants up.
“She’s interesting,” was all Julian said as he strode off, leaving me there like a used-up doll as I struggled to regain myself. My throat burned, and I was sure there was cum dribbling from my nose.