Page 36 of Delivered to the Devil

When he finally lets up, I’m shaking so hard my teeth chatter, and deep sobs are aching in my chest.

I want to believe it’s all over, but Gabor has only just begun. He hauls me onto all fours and wraps an arm around my waist. Then fingers are prodding…there.Between my ass cheeks.

“No, no, no, no, no,” I chant, tears dripping onto the plush carpet.

“Is she ready?” Gabor asks into the room.

Janos’s answer is resolute. “Nem.”

The Hungariannois one of the few words I understand, but what he says next makes no sense to me. All I gather is the gruff tone that never seems to reflect ago-on.

Hope grows inside me, but Gabor snuffs it out as quickly as it came. “Let me check.” He waves a hand at the scrawny man. “Give me gloves and lube.”

I watch Janos through the hair spilling over my face as Gabor prepares for the next degradation. Janos doesn’t look pleased. His jaw is tight and his gaze sharp.

Before I can discern his tension, cold lube drips between my cheeks, and I shut my eyes to block everything out. But when Gabor pushes a long finger past the tight ring of muscle, I feel the intrusion all too vividly. Shame burns through my veins as he invades my most intimate opening.

I’m too paralyzed to fight. Not even when Gabor adds another finger can I move. It takes him some prodding and stretching, but despite my tense muscles, he slowly breaks through the rim and invades me anew. That’s how well Janos has trained me.

And myself,I think as I remember all the times I pushed the butt plug in. A pained whimper escapes me as I realize how I have aided Gabor, and I collapse onto my elbows, wanting to sink into the ground—let it swallow me up and never spit me back out.

“Nice job, Janos,” Gabor says, his slimy words slithering into my consciousness.

“She’s not ready,” Janos says, this time in English. “You’ll risk breaking her.”

“No more than you can fix her again.” Gabor pulls out and presses three fingers against my narrow opening. The size istoo wide—way too big. But he keeps pressing, stretching and stretching.

I wail into the room as he shoves past my tight muscle. The pain breaks me from my paralysis, and I burst forward, scrambling across the floor on all fours. Straight toward Janos. It’s not a conscious choice; it’s instinct that drives me to him. Stupid, foolish instinct.

Because Janos isn’t going to help me. I know it even before he grabs my hair and drags me back.

Gabor chuckles in his usual sadistic fashion as he digs his fingers into my hips and yanks me back into position.

I stare up at Janos with tears streaming down my cheeks as three fingers press against my rear entrance anew. Pain flares in my tissues, locking up my muscles. This time when he breaches my tight muscle, I don’t scream or cry. I just stare up at Janos.

His features are cold and impassive as he asks Gabor something in Hungarian.

“Sure, Janos. Go ahead, join the show.” Gabor pulls his fingers out. And then it’s his cock prodding between my ass cheeks.

“No!” I scream and shoot forward again, but Janos is already kneeling at my side with an arm around my waist, tightening to block my advance. He might as well have welded me in place. I collapse in his grip, burrowing my head into my arms on the floor as Gabor presses to gain entrance.

“She’s not ready,” Janos repeats, his hand splaying the side of my stomach in an almost soothing gesture. But nothing can comfort me as Gabor forces his way inside, tearing at my tissues and burning my muscles.

“She’s as ready as I need her to be,” Gabor hisses.

I vaguely notice Janos pick something off the floor, and my entire world darkens when I realize what it is.

It’s the lube.He’s helping Gabor—dragging me straight to the slaughter.

I cry out and claw at his arm, but it doesn’t faze him. He simply presses his free hand to my back and moves it in firm circles meant to soothe as if he’s on my side, trying to help me even though he just handed me to the devil on a silver platter.

Gabor pulls out, and when he presses his erection against my opening again, it’s slick and wet. But it doesn’t help a thing.It doesn’t fit, I want to yell, but all that comes out are sobs and senseless wails. Gabor breaches my opening, and I dig my fingers into the carpet with a force that cracks several of my nails. He keeps going, pushing deeper, increment by increment. It’s like salt in a wound as his shaft grates along my broken skin.

Black spots form in my vision as he forces himself past my tight muscle. For a moment, I detach, hovering above my body like a spectator to a horror show. I hope I’ll never have to go back and inhabit that defiled, broken thing again.

But luck isn’t on my side—never has been. As Janos leans down and whispers against my ear, I slip straight back into the hell of pain that is my body. “Relax,” he whispers.

The word takes me back to all the times he has seduced me to let him into that very same place. It never hurt this bad when Janos did it. It has been degrading, uncomfortable, and relentless, but I’ve never felt this crippling pain that threatens to rip me apart from within.

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