Page 45 of To Have and to Hold

It was a struggle, but I did as he said, gagging and spluttering. He slapped my cheek and stepped away, and not a moment later, a different man was above me, sliding his cock between my chapped and bleeding lips. This was Jack, I recognized his voice. But all I could do was lie there and take it while the pain I’d grown familiar to bearing rocketed through my body.

Rafe’s fist never left my pussy. He kept going, stretching his fingers out, exploring and pushing until my entire canal was filled with him. Then it was like my muscles just gave up, gaveway, and as the second man came over my face in messy spurts, Rafe spoke. “Hand me the dilator,” he said, his voice distant, like his focus was rapt on whatever he was doing. Or maybe it was my clogged up, ringing ears causing the distance. I prayed to pass out.

The way they’d strapped me down made it impossible for me to move any limb at all. My toes curled, my fingers clenched, but I was otherwise a statue for them and their depravity. Oblivion would be a pleasure.

But that word. Dilator. It yanked me back to the room, and I focused my eyes, my ears, noting a man striding towards Rafe with a white tube in his hand.

Gabe.

It was Gabe. His gaze caught mine. And for one stupid damn second, one moment where my fragile heart twinged in relief to see him, I thought I would see sympathy, a plan to get me out. Something. Regret even. Anything other than the smirk he flashed.

He smirked.

And he was naked. His cock was slick and dripping with cum and saliva and blood. Him. Gabe. He’d been the first person to hold me down, the first shoving his way into my mouth.

Betrayal weighed heavy on my chest as my eyes heated and my brain refused the sight in front of me. And that was when the last of me finally broke. The moment it really, truly settled on me how hopeless this was.

Gabe. My tiny ray of hope. The sign that not everyone in this godforsaken place was as vicious as possible. That somehow, somewhere, there was goodness here. I could make a connection, find a friend, find camaraderie and companionship, even in the darkest places. Gabe, the man who’d cleaned my wounds and snuck me food. Gabe, who I’d been coming to consider a friend.

Gabe, who had never shown me anything other than basic human care, but it had been more than anyone else. Compassion, not disdain. Tears rolled from my eyes, but I fought back the sob. Ignored the weight of his betrayal shattering my rib cage and stamping on my heart.

Because of course. Ofcourse.

“Aw, look at her,” Gabe said, his voice different, cold and teasing, as he handed Rafe the tube. Rafe glanced up, first at Gabe, then at me, no doubt catching sight of the destruction on my face. From this position, looking at them both from down my nose, they looked warped. Evil.

Rafe chuckled, spreading his fingers out inside me with a sudden jerk to make me wince and shriek. “She really fucking thought she had an ally in here.”

“It was a fun game,” Gabe told me with a shrug, stepping away, fondling his limp cock while Rafe turned his attention back down between his legs, that glimmer of humor still playing across his face.

I forced myself to look Gabe in the face, hoping for a signthiswas the fake him.Thiswas the game.

“Ah, don’t cry, little girl,” Gabe said, coming over to my head, bending down so we were almost face to face. His hot breath tickled over my cheeks. “I was keeping you docile for him. We wanted to see if you’d spill any of your secrets to someone that was nice to you. And doesn’t it make the torture so much sweeter…”

I sobbed then, loud, muffled sobs as he stroked my hair. His eyes were dark, harsh, nothing like the man I’d seen before. The one I looked for day to day, hoped to see walking the corridors or planted at my door.

“It was fun while it lasted,” Gabe whispered to me, before shoving his tongue in my mouth, licking violently, thrusting in and out like an assault. I just had to bear it.

“Come watch,” Rafe’s voice called, and Gabe retreated, moving back down to my feet with a swagger in his step. Gutted. I was gutted. The others in the room tittered in the shadows, insignificant little trolls here.

Then, with Rafe’s hand still inside me, and Gabe and Jack watching from my feet, something cool jammed into my pussy, right alongside Rafe. It didn’t hurt anymore than his fist already did, but I flinched, the sensation foreign and overwhelming. I was unable to even imagine what its purpose was. I was terrified about what he could be able to do, irreparable damage, something worse, hideous. Rafe hated me. He’d made that clear. He’d made it clear he didn’t want me anymore.

I tried to scream and cry out and beg for my life, not ready to die. Not yet. Gabe. Gabe was supposed to be my friend. I thought he was. But there he was, laughing and watching my suffering like it was his favorite show. I couldn’t die until he’d suffered. Until they all had.

“Suck me off,” Rafe demanded, and again, I heard shuffling between my legs. Rafe’s arm stayed still, the cool metal poised against my cervix warmed with my body, and the sound of wet suction filled the room. A male groan, two male groans. Gabe was gone from by my feet. I blinked, but then Les took his place and a full body shudder rocked through me.

“Fuck,” Rafe muttered. “Yes.”

Les didn’t stay there. He yanked his clothes off and walked to my head before climbing above me. Naked and shadowy. He crouched over my face and reached between his legs to pull my tongue out. For a moment, I thought he might rip it clean out of my mouth. “Keep it out or I’ll chop it off,” Les demanded, gleeful. “Rafe’s too busy getting blown to care if you can’t speak.”

With my tongue out, I tried not to cry. It hurt. I didn’t have a long tongue, and keeping it protruding from my mouth was difficult, the bars clawing my lips apart only making it harder.But everything was hard. Focus. Breathing. Air in my lungs. My body pulled tight in so many different directions. Burning, repulsive horror and a mind on fire. If only it would snap and break, then I might exist somewhere deep inside, away from this.

Les slammed himself down on my face, and metallic fluid filled my mouth. Musty, disgusting metal and something pungent. He cried out and shuddered and moved, rubbing his… rubbing his crotch across my face. The wound I’d created, just a nub, still weeping and jagged. He crushed it against my face, laughing and gasping and muttering to himself as he forced me to taste what I’d done to him.

It was hard to take a breath, hard to do anything but accept it. I sucked in torturous gasps when possible, hot, thick air pulled into straining lungs.

“That’s right, bitch,” he huffed, his voiced muffled through his legs against my ears. “Lick my cock, clean my hole. You dirty fucking cunt taking my cock, you deserve all the fucking suffering…”

I wished for the nothingness of unconsciousness as the metal tube inside me shoved higher. Too high. Bone-achingly high at the same moment the man on top of me crushed me with his weight again. Maybe I would get that oblivion after all. I didn’t think Les would hesitate to kill me if he could. That he was here though, walking around, still with Rafe…

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