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“What a fucking slut,” he said, taking his hand off my pussy. “Tell me you’re a slut, and spread your legs and asscheeks, to show me how much you want it.”

I was so quick to obey that I surprised even myself. My legs moved out as far as they could stretch, my two hands held either of my butt cheeks and pulled them open, giving him better access than ever.

“Please!” I cried, “I'm a horny dirty little slut! I need to be fucked! Please, fuck me right now!” It was only when he came up close and positioned his cock, that I suddenly understood his intention to penetrate my ass this time.

I screamed as he ripped through my anus, and shoved his girthy cock into my tight ass. It was a very tight fit, withno stretching it and prepping it with fingers, and he suddenly shoved it in without warning. Holy shit, it hurts!

“Oh, my god, you’re fucking tight.” He exclaimed and let out a low moan. “Grabbing onto my cock like your life depends on it.”

I whimpered, tears forming in my eyes, with my asshole stretched and filled by an object way too big. My body, including my hands, gave in, and I fell weakly into the soft ground as he maintained his position inside me.

“How do you like this, hmm? Is your asshole as slutty as your pussy?” His cock stayed in but didn’t move. Groping my boobs, he waited for my answer.

“No,” I said simply.

“Well,” he laughed evilly, “like I said, the things I want to do to you. Pull your ass cheeks apart for me, little killer.”

I complied. My hands helped him open up my poor butt, and he started moving. The pain soon turned into pleasure, and I was surprised by the change now. With his hand rubbing my clit once more, he was going to make me come again.

“Do you want to come? Beg for it.” He slowed down his thrusting, and once again challenged me to give myself up to him as a slut. And I, now being tortured by him for not letting me orgasm, could only obey.

“Please let me come,” I begged under my breath. He put two of his fingers into my cunt to finger me, and reached up with the other hand to put another three fingers inside my mouth, making me drool and drip from both ends.

“Good girl. Your wish will be granted. And since you’ve been such a good little slut, that willingly served me for free without much fight, I will leave you with a little souvenir. A creampie in your ass. Mmm…”

He picked up his pace with his hips and his hands, taking me closer and closer to orgasm with each motion. As he drovehimself into me again and again and again, he took his hand out of my mouth, and occasionally slapped my ass and told me I was a good slut. I used all my strength to keep myself from crying out loud when he slapped me, and his low grunts signaled he was probably close to finishing.

“Fuck,” he grunted and grabbed my hair, speeding his hand that was fingering me, which caused me to moan uncontrollably.

“Fuck,” I said in response, both to his exclamation, and to the reaction happening right now; I was going to come.

“Come for me, baby,” he said, never slowing his speed down, each thrust hitting the right spots through the thin membrane between my vagina and rectum, each finger stimulating me in the best way possible. “And make me come in that tight ass of yours.”

An explosion of greatness ran through my body. All of my muscles twitched involuntarily from the long-lasting orgasm. With my hole contracting around his penis, he soon let out short grunts that signified that he was coming too.

After collapsing himself onto me for a while, he finally pulled his limp cock out of my ass, dragging out a line of sticky liquids with it.

“And that was all three of your holes,” he said as he zipped up his pants and adjusted his clothes. “You were one amazing little whore.”

Shame pierced my soul as the aftermath washed away from my trembling limbs. He scooped me up into his arms, uncaring of the mess. I didn’t fight him. I sank into his embrace, letting my eyes flutter closed.

Whatever followed, I understood it would deeply affect my entire world. I wasn’t sure whether that would be for better or for worse. I wasn’t planning on finding out either.

With those dark thoughts swirling in my brain, I gave myself over to it and drifted into unconsciousness. The only peaceful escape I had from this hellish world.

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

Roman

“Our little captive tried to run away again.” Benedikt walked into Alexie’s office with a smirk on his face.

I shot him off a text, irritated he was still tormenting me with his presence. “Don’t you have somewhere to be? Why are you still here?” Viktor called Benedikt back a week ago at least, yet here he was still bothering me.

“Ah, Daddy Viktor is letting me stay until Alexie is called back home. I’ll be his escort. How’s the shoulder doing?”

I gulped, trying to keep my face passive. It wasn’t that I was afraid of Alexie or anything like that. Out of all the adults I’d ever encountered, he was the only one who kept his word.

Me: It bled more than it hurt. It’s more of a nuisance than anything else.

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