Page 25 of Kristoff

Kristoff said there’d be no more forcing.

Kristoff’s not here.

Why isn’t he here? Why would he let his father take me?

My head is grasped between two strong hands and lifted up. The blindfold is eased away from my eyes, just above my brow. After blinking a few times, I see him. Matvei. From my cell when I first came. Kristoff saved me from him once.

The pit in my stomach warns me from hoping he’ll do it again.

“Ahh, you remember me? Hmm? Good.” He pats my cheek then grips my chin, pulling my jaw downward. His other hand yanks my head back.

“Fuck you.” I try to sound fierce. But the smile that reveals his yellowing teeth, tells me I only humor him.

“That’s the plan,” he says in Russian. I realize both of them had spoken Russian, and I’ve answered. Not that my language skills was much of a defense, but at least it gave me the chance to overhear them. They could speak more freely thinking I didn’t understand.

“I won’t let you,” I say and clamp my teeth shut.

“You have no say, no choice. You are a whore, just a little plaything for me and my friends here.” He looks up and away from me. “Come, come over and let her see you. Let her know how many cocks are going to be shoved into her cunt, her ass, and her mouth.”

There’s a little tilt to his lips. He’s really having a good time. I might vomit.

Four men shuffle from behind me and line up behind him. All of them have their shirts off and their cocks hanging out of their jeans. They are stroking themselves, like ravenous wolves waiting for the feast to begin.

My struggles increase, but nothing’s changed. I’m just as bound, just as naked.

“No ass,” Andrei announces from somewhere in the room. “Kristoff did a thorough job of breaking her there, I don’t want more damage. We only have a few days before the sale.”

Matvei’s smile falls, but he nods in agreement.

He releases me, and I drop my head. This isn’t happening. Kristoff will burst in any minute. Or maybe my sister will find me. Now is the perfect time for a rescue mission. Right now.

A steel ring is pressed to my lips, but I fight to keep it out. Turning my head, clamping my lips, but he’s stronger. So much stronger.

I’m slapped again, this time stars burst into my vision and when I open my mouth to work the pain out of my jaw, the ring is shoved in. He easily maneuvers it to keep my mouth propped open and he buckles it behind me, tossing the blindfold from my head.

“Don’t want you to miss a thing,” he says with the cheer of a kid in a candy store and pats my head.

He stands up, unzips his jeans and pulls out his cock. If I wasn’t about to piss myself at the idea of all these men touching me, I’d laugh. He’s pencil-thin - long, but so thin I don’t think he needed the ring in my mouth at all.

My hair is yanked again, and his cock shoves into my throat. I gag at the intrusion and fight to pull back, but he holds my head. In and out he fucks my throat. The width of his cock doesn’t matter, he makes up for it in length. My throat stretches around him, but he’s going too fast, and I can’t breathe.

“Fuck yes.” He growls over me and grabs both sides of my head, thrusting harder into me, faster. I sputter and cough around his dick, but he never relents. “Iosif, smack her ass! I want to see the jiggle while I fuck her whore mouth.”

A second later a hard slap to my ass jolts me forward, making me take the cock farther down.

Matvei laughs. “Good. Again!” he calls and another smack, and another. Every time Iosif hits me, I’m jolted forward. Matvei is getting a show and a blow job.

Finally, he pulls out of my throat and I sputter more, clearing my throat and spitting onto the ground. I’ll never get the taste of him out of my mouth.

Another smack hits my ass, but it’s different. Iosif is standing in front of me. His hand is working over his cock, stroking it until a large bead of pre-cum sits on the edge. He steps over to me and rubs it on my cheek with a laugh.

While I’m trying to move my face away from him, Matvei thrusts his cock into my pussy. I scream at the intrusion. Pain ricochets through my body as he slaps me repeatedly and shoves his cock into me over and over again. The burn overwhelms me. His fingers dig into my hips as he fucks me. I struggle, wiggle, moving everything in my body that can move, but it does nothing. I’m completely helpless.

Why hasn’t the door opened yet? This is exactly when the hero is supposed to be charging in, but the door isn’t opening.

Iosif shoves his cock into my mouth, stifling my scream when Matvei thrusts particularly hard.

“Viktor, Here, you fuck her next,” Matvei says and yanks out of me. My mind doesn’t have time to comprehend the dick being thrust down my throat, choking me because my cunt is burning again, stretching around a thick cock.

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