Page 69 of Savage

What is it about Hunter and his careless control of me that gets my body responding this way? It isn’t right. It isn’t fair. I should never be reacting this way to his use of me.

But here I am reacting all the same, and soft whimpering sounds spill past my lips as the discomfort slowly begins to turn into pleasure. I squirm, grasping the sides of the ottoman as I brace myself, and I close my eyes so I don’t have to see Drake’s cruel amusement or try to figure out what Chase is doing.

Finally the dildo stops, and I have to assume it’s all the way inside me. It feels so big—bigger than any other dildo I’ve had in me. My cunt is stretched wide enough that I can feel a slight burn, and I try to control my breathing so I’m not sobbing.

“Okay, all done,” Chase says, and he gets closer to me.

My eyes widen in panic. I don’t want him touching me.

“Just hand it over,” Hunter says, stopping Chase short.

I don’t know if I want to know what it is, but I’m grateful Hunter isn’t letting Chase touch me. I was afraid, so very fucking afraid, that all three of them were going to fuck me, and…

I remember all too well the times I’d been fucked by more than one man in rapid succession—at Ntimacy, and before.

I remember the time I’d been gang raped into unconsciousness at the club.

I remember…

My breathing becomes more ragged despite my attempts to retain control.

Hunter’s hand slides up and exposes my asshole. Something wet and slimy pushes up against it.

I don’t get more warning than that before he shoves it in.

It’s surprisingly small, and I am thankful for small mercies, until I feel the first tingles, and itching, and burning.

At first, it’s not too bad, but as the seconds tick by, it gets more and more intense. I gasp, and I squeeze my eyes closed, and I bite back a desperate plea.

It’ll only make him angrier, crueler, and if I do anything wrong in front of his friends… I don’t even want to imagine what the consequences might be.

But as the sensation grows more and more intense, I can’t help it. “Please!” I beg. “Please, Master, it—” I bite my tongue, trying to stop myself from begging, and tears roll down my cheeks.

It’s only a matter of time until he fucks me, until they all fuck me.

Then there’s not going to be anything left of me.

I can’t do this.

I don’t have a choice.

Hunter ignores me and grabs the dildo again, pulling it out and thrusting it back into me.

Chase laughs and walks around to my front. “Fuck, she’s all red and crying. That’s hot.”

Drake groans, and I don’t want to see what he’s doing. I don’t want to know. I don’t want to see them getting ready to fuck me, to line up and take me one after another until I don’t know what’s up and down, until I pass out because they don’t let me breathe—

My breath starts coming in hiccuping sobs, and I bury my face in the ottoman as my body shakes from the force of my crying.

“Do you think you can get her to come?” Chase asks with vicious glee. “I always love that, when they’re suffering and in pain but clearly loving it too.”

“Yes,” Hunter answers, and I feel his fingers slide between my folds and tap against my clit. “Spread wider, girl.”

Girl.

I don’t even get a good girl. Just… girl. He might as well be crushing my heart.

I cry out, nearly choking on air as I spread my legs as much as I can. It feels good, impossibly so, but I can’t let myself fall into the pleasure.

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