Page 23 of Delivered to the Devil

The realization hits me like a fist in the gut. I can’t accept it. I can’t sit by and watch as he degrades me in the worst possible way and makes my body turn on me. So I start to thrash anew. Furiously and mindlessly. Fueled by adrenaline and driven by instinct.

I throw my head to the side and sink my teeth into Janos’s arm. A rusty taste of blood trickles onto my tongue just before he digs his hand into my hair and wrenches my head back. Ignoring the explosion of pain in my scalp, I writhe and yank at my head, straining the muscles in my neck.

I kick my legs into the mattress with a fury unlike anything I’ve ever felt and jerk my body from side to side like I’m undergoing an exorcism. I pull with all my strength, but the ropes and Janos’s arm offer little leeway. So I throw my arms back, grab a fistful of Janos’s thick hair, and feel a tuft loosen at the roots.

An angry groan rumbles in his throat as he grips my wrist, squeezing until the strength drains from my fingers. They pop open, and I whimper as I lose my grip on his hair.

But I also have two hands, and I grab a new fistful with my free hand.

I barely notice Gabor’s chuckle. I don’t care about him. I only care about getting some small sliver of revenge on this man, who delivers me straight into the claws of the devil.

We fight like this for a minute, and a small sense of pride stirs in me at managing some fruitful resistance.

But my fight only delays the inevitable. After a few minutes—or maybe just one—Janos traps both my wrists in one hand while fisting my hair in the other. Thus, the battle is lost.

“Get to it already,” Janos hisses at Gabor.

Gabor laughs and directs his cold smirk at me. “Am I not allowed to enjoy the entertainment that presents itself before me?”

I seethe and try to yank at my head, but Janos has twisted it back at an awkward angle that allows no movement. All I can do is pant into his neck as Gabor starts slapping his cock against my pussy.

I give a final feeble jerk when Gabor pulls out the egg. But it’s useless. Everything is. Horror constricts my chest as I helplessly watch Gabor shove my hips into the mattress and adjust his hard length at my opening.

When he slips the tip between my slick lips, I deflate. Every last ounce of resistance fades, leaving a hollow void.

I’ve never given much thought to how I’d react if someone forced himself upon me, but I’ve always thought of myself as someone who’d fight until the end—scream at the top of my lungs and cry for help. But now, as Gabor breaches my opening with the head of his cock, all I can do is cry. Tears seep from my eyes in unstoppable streams, and loud sobs escape my mouth, broken and wretched. Just like I feel.

Janos releases my hair and pulls me closer with both arms. His movements are slow and gentle, like he’s trying to comfort me. But I know he’s not. So I block out the feeling, just like I try to block out the intrusion between my legs. I succeed for a minute, but then Janos starts rocking me—his upper body going in tiny movements from side to side—and I’m done for.

I can’t resist anymore. I need this fucked-up sense of comfort. So I press my cheek against his chest and drape my arm over my head to shut everything else out as I weep into the fabric of his white shirt.

Gabor pushes deeper, stretching my inner walls, refusing to let me forget, and I grab onto Janos’s arm for dear life. It’s all I can do to hold the final pieces of myself together. But even that becomes impossible when Gabor suddenly slams inside, all the way to the hilt. I wail into Janos’s chest as burning pain flares through my abdomen, spreading like poison into my soul where it festers and multiplies.

Gabor pulls out to repeat the devastating thrust. Again and again. With each thrust, a little part of me dies, leaving me hollow and empty—worthless and meaningless.

I sag in the arms holding me, thinking this can’t get any worse.

But then something vibrates against my clit. The egg, I realize. I jerk as the silicone dances over my sensitive bundle of nerves, and when Gabor pushes in again, my system goes into overdrive. I writhe in Janos’s arms and kick against the ropes. But it’s no longer despair that has me in this feral state. It’s overstimulation. Something is about to explode inside me, and I can’t control it.

“That’s it. Make her squeeze that pussy around me like the little whore she is,” Gabor growls as he picks up speed, and I realize he’s not the one holding the egg. It’s Janos.

Betrayal burns hot inside me, but somewhere in there, there’s also a small sense of relief. It’s not Gabor who’s making me come. Not truly. So I give up the fight and let the pleasure tear through me with a force that shatters everything in its way.

Janos clamps his hand down over my mouth as I scream, trapping the sound inside me.

The vibrations continue, and the orgasm keeps rolling, almost painfully.

Gabor’s cock makes a few telltale twitches as he comes inside me. And then everything ends. I collapse, lifeless and broken, my erratic breathing the only sign of life.

Janos scoots down to half lie against the headboard, taking me with him to rest against his chest. He holds me like he has just made sweet love to me, and I badly want to believe that’s what has transpired. But the illusion shatters when something wide presses against my opening. It’s bigger than the cock that was inside me minutes ago, stretching me painfully. I try to jerk up to see what’s going on, but strong arms keep me down, and I only catch a glimpse of the massive dildo breaching my opening.

I can’t take it.My mind is wrought with overstimulation and panic, teetering on the edge of insanity, and my body trembles from sensory overload and exhaustion. I don’t know how I muster the energy, but I scream into the hand that has predicted my reaction, clamping down over my mouth once again.

Gabor leans down and slides his tongue over my overly sensitive clit, and my screams morph into hysteria as he keeps licking.

When I’m right at the edge of another orgasm, Gabor draws back, leaving me a needy, whimpering, and screaming mess. I look into his hazel eyes, which shine triumphantly, taunting me with the power he holds over me.

“Beg me for permission to come,” he entices with a cruel smirk.

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