“She’s squeezing me so tight,” Nikolai says, thrusting inside of me. He pulls almost completely out before driving himself back in again, still heedless of my body.
I think I’ll be bleeding after this.
Assuming they let me survive.
Kotya glances at Nikolai. “Are you close? I want to fuck her.” His hand pushes down on my neck, not quite enough to restrict my breathing but coming dangerously close.
I let out another soft sound of protest, blinking back tears. This is it. This is going to be my life now — used and discarded, stuffed away in a basement to be branded and fucked and choked and hurt.
I’m just a piece of meat to them.
But even as Nikolai fucks me harder, faster, I remind myself that the main reason they took me was because they needed me. They need what Iknow. They can’t just use me as a sex doll every second of the day if they actually want me to provide the information they’re demanding.
“Yeah, just a… Just a second.” Nikolai grins down at me. “Let’s see if one load gets you knocked up,zaya. Ready?”
I shake my head as much as Kotya’s hand will allow.
“Good!” he says jovially. He’s breathless, sweat dripping down his forehead, but he doesn’t seem bothered by it. A few jerky thrusts,out of rhythm with the rest of them, then he groans as his body goes still.
I feel him spilling into me, and dread fills me as it does. I can’t. I can’t let them get me pregnant. No matter what I do, Ican’t.
I barely even notice Kotya’s hand squeezing me tight again.
Nikolai stays there for a moment, his fingers flexing on my hips, then slowly pulls out of me. “That was a good fuck,” he says, wiping his cock off on my leg. He pulls his pants up, then grins at Kotya. “Your turn, Kotya.”
Kotya finally releases my throat, and I take in a deep breath. I don’t know if he’s going to start choking me again. I need to breathe while I can.
Kotya moves so he’s between my legs, and he stops to run his fingers along my hole. “She’s so sloppy now,” he says, and from the tone of his voice, I can tell he likes that.
“Just wait,” Nikolai says. “Me, Yura, then you… she’ll be wrecked, and you’ll get to feel all of it on your cock.”
I let out a little whine, half of panic and half of despair. “I said I’d help you with looking for things for my father,” I say helplessly.
“All work and no play makes everybody angry,” Kotya answers glibly. He inserts two fingers inside me, rubbing around like he’s trying to feel Nikolai’s cum.
Maybe he is. I try to close my thighs, but Kotya uses his large hands to push them down again.
“Nikolai, hold her open while I get myself ready,” Kotya says with a grunt.
“You aren’t ready yet? All that bitching and moaning about making me hurry up,” Nikolai says, his eyes searching mine out as that now-too-familiar smile quirks onto his lips, arrogant and amused.
Despite his words, Nikolai does as he’s told, spreading my legs even more and holding them there.
Kotya withdraws his fingers and undoes his belt and fly. I close my eyes at first, but dread has me opening them at first to see exactly what is going to go inside me.
I pale when I see just how large Kotya’s cock is. I don’t want tosay it’s as thick as a beer can, but it’s large enough that I know it’s going to hurt going in.
“Wait,” I beg in a high-pitched tone. “Please, that’s not going to fit.”
Kotya laughs. “They always say that. But they enjoy it, in the end.” He glances at Nikolai. “But maybe we can help. Play with her clit. Get her properly wet for me.”
I shake my head vigorously. “No. No, I’m not going to enjoy it. I—” My voice hitches. “It’s been a while, and Nikolai was bad enough.”
“Bad enough!” Nikolai says. “Zaya, you wound me.” He scoffs. “But fine. Maybe I will show yougood enoughthen.” He reaches down, starting to stroke my clit.
He knows how to touch it, too, not going at it like it’s some sort of button on a video game controller like my ex had always treated it as. Nikolai has finesse, and no matter how little I want to, I find myself biting back soft little sounds.
“Bad enough,” Nikolai scoffs as I start to get wet.