Page 24 of The Queen's Serpent

The memory fades as I bite down harder on the inside of my cheek, refusing to utter the words that may, or may not, stop all of this from going any further, the Stratford stubbornness demanding I hold firm against Diego. The darkness of the blindfold is my friend at this moment, because at least I don’t have to witness his depraved satisfaction. The glee in those green eyes when he sees the dread, hurt, and disbelief in mine.

A finger slips between my pussy lips, rubbing against my clit and causing a jolt to race through my body, forcing me to balance precariously on the edge of my toes. The finger rubs tight circles in rapid succession, and I can feel my body falling into the trap, as wetness starts to slip from inside of my core, coating my pussy lips and the sides of my thighs. All of the adrenaline racing through my body spikes further, bringing with it a sense of being on a rollercoaster ride, racing to the very topwith the anticipation of the rapid plunge into madness that is about to engulf me.

“Give in to me,Princesa, you know you want to.“ I can hear the smirk in his voice, even if I can’t see it.

“Noooooo,” the pained word leaves my lips on a moan. A moan that I can’t seem to swallow, even as my body defies me and follows the movement of the fingers caressing me, my thighs spreading wider against my wishes.

“That’s it, baby, use your words. Tell me what you want. We both know that you don’t want me to stop. You enjoy being used, being taken roughly like the rich, spoiled whore that you are.” Wetness greets the side of my neck, and I am sure the fucker has licked me.

“Look at how you’re dripping, baby. Is it because they’re watching, or is it because you’re waiting for each of them to take their turn inside this perfect, rich cunt?”

He doesn’t wait for a reply, and I feel the towel lifting from behind and the humid air against my exposed asscheeks. One of his feet pushes against my own, forcing my stance to widen further as his other hand slips behind my back. The movement causes me to feel his bare, rigid cock pressed against the seam of my ass before it slips between my cheeks.

“Should I take your ass, baby, and leave your dripping cunt for my men? Should I let them fill you with cum, until you’re dripping like a dirty faucet, Issy?”

Another moan escapes my lips at the mere image of my pussy dripping with cum, of Diego stretching my ass with his large, hard cock and filling all of my holes. A sense of self-disgust tries to rise within me, but it’s overridden by all the emotions and sensations circling within me.

The head of his cock meets my back hole, pressing against the ring of muscle and causing a pained cry to leave my lips. It burns; he’s too large, and I’m not prepared to take him. Heknows he’s going to hurt me and tear me apart, but I don’t think that will dissuade him. I’m just a whore for him to use now. No, I’m even less than a whore; at least a whore gets paid for what she does, but I’m just here at his mercy.Prisoner, my mind supplies the world that slices me emotionally from the inside out.

He slides the head of his dick from my back hole across my soaked slit, a groan leaving his lips. He bumps my clit, again and again, forcing me to rock back and forth on my toes, my own body betraying me as it angles to try to force him inside of me.

“So needy already, baby,” he groans. “If you won’t beg me, Issy, then you will have to learn your lesson the hard way.”

He pulls away from me, and a pained sound of disappointment leaves my lips.I’m so weak and useless.I press my head further into the tree’s bark, wishing that I could meld right into its aged surface and cease to exist.

The towel must still be lifted above my ass, because I can feel the humid air against my exposed skin. Shame fills me, knowing his men are watching all of this, staring at my bare ass and perhaps even getting themselves ready to fuck me. That I am nothing but a vessel with holes to be used for their pleasure.Fight back! Don’t blindly go into this fate. Remember who you are and who you come from!

“What’s it going to be,Princesa? Will you beg or become the jungle whore?”

He’s going to hurt us… they are going to hurt us. We will never survive this fate.

I bite down on my bottom lip, refusing to utter any words that would have him believe that he has won, despite my mind and heart warring within me. One demands I hold firm, while the other begs that I save us from an action that can never be undone, one that will crush our very soul.

Does Diego not realize, with what he is about to allow to happen to assert his control and dominance over me, that he will lose me forever? He won’t have to kill me after this; I will find the strength to end my own life.

“Who’s up first? Who wants a taste of my rich, Manhattan slut?” His taunting words ring out over the courtyard, and I can hear steps shifting on the ground somewhere behind me. I tighten my eyes shut behind the blindfold, even as tears soak the fabric and pour down my face.

“Si alguno de vosotros le pone un dedo encima, os mataré. Ella es mía. Ella necesita aprender la lección, pero ninguno de ustedes es el maestro. Sigue el juego o muere dolorosamente.”

His words are uttered in a demanding, sharp command that echoes over the space, and my chest rises and falls with an impending panic attack. This is it, the moment I realize how little I truly mean to him. Did he tell them to use and hurt me? To make it as horrible as possible, so that I learn my place?Oh, how the mighty Stratford princess has fallen. Not even my grandmother will want me back after this.

She took Mia back after what happened to her. Yes, but I am not Mia; I am worthless, damaged goods.

I feel another presence next to me, a hot breath blown against my face, the scent of tobacco and onions making me gag. “You are so pretty,chica,“ the words are spoken with a rough voice that I don’t recognize. My hair is moved away from my face, and the lump in my throat threatens to suffocate me. Blackness calls to me in my panic, promising respite and oblivion from the horror about to be done to me.I can’t breathe, I can’t fucking breathe, I’m going to die tied to this tree.My heart will explode from inside of my chest, finally killing me once and for all.

Terror slithers across my body as a hard cock is notched at my opening. There is no going back now, and I will never be the same again. A guttural grunt assaults my ears before the cockis forced inside of my pussy. My core tightens against the large invading feeling, and at that exact moment, a hand slips between my body and the tree, squeezing my breast roughly and forcing a cry from my lips. The cock inside of me fucks me with hard thrusts, forcing my body to press against the tree bark, even as I’m compelled to widen my stance. They hit the end of me repeatedly, starting a rising tide within me.

No, no, no. Please no!I beg my body as it tries to fight the sensations within me, but it’s almost impossible. The feeling of electricity is starting to spread across my limbs. My ears pick up the subtle groans and shifting of the other men around us, even as this stranger fucks my pussy like an animal, and sharp cries leave my lips. Just as I’m starting to reach the pinnacle of a release I don’t want to crest, he pulls out and leaves me empty and spasming in his wake.

A scream leaves my lips, and male chuckles sound all around us. Warm fingers cradle my face before tightening their grip, and forcing my chin to the right. “Did you enjoy him inside of your cunt, baby?” Diego pants viciously into my ear, and a shiver slides down my back.

“I will kill you!” I scream, trying to pull away from his grasp.

“Not before I break you, Issy. Not before you realize I own every part of you, and can do whatever I want with you.” His touch gentles, almost becoming soothing as he strokes my face, pushing my hair away from my clammy neck.

“Next,” he barks the command, and someone else moves to my side. I can tell it’s a different male by the stench of their sweat in my nostrils. Repulsion fills me at the exact same time my core tightens, knowing yet another man is about to use me.

The head of a cock is slipped inside of my cunt and then pulled out again, sliding in and out over and over again with shallow thrusts, never deep enough to hit me where my body craves. Never deep enough to truly fill me. Large, rough hands tightenon my hips, squeezing my flesh painfully. My lower body angles backward, trying to force the penetration to become deeper, even as loathing fills me with the knowledge that I want this, that in some depraved way, I am enjoying being used.

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