Page 71 of Sacrificing Zoriah

“You’re too big,” I gasp. “Fuck, please go slow.”

“Not a chance, baby,” he grunts. “You feel too fucking good wrapped around my cock.”

Lance suddenly starts fucking me hard, deep, and fast. My screams are filled with equal amounts of pain and pleasure as he slams into me with no regard to my cervix. I have never come so hard before that it hurt, but this does in the most amazing way. Eventually my screams turn to whimpers and moans as Iam far too weak to do much else. Energy surges back into me when he wraps his hands around my throat and squeezes as he starts pounding into me, harder and harder. I claw at his wrists and hands, trying to breathe, but he doesn’t relent. As the world darkens, he lets out the most delicious moan. The last thing I hear him say through his pleasured groans is, “Sleep, pretty girl. I told you I’d fuck you unconscious.”

My body goes limp, and I slip into unconsciousness, but I come back soon after. I am minimally aware of what’s happening, but I know I am now wearing someone’s shirt as I am carried back to the house. I hear the voices of my dad and brother and weak giggles comes out of me.

“What in the fuck did you do to her?” Corbin laughs.

“Nothing she didn’t ask for,” Huxley laughs with him.

“Did one of you boys slap her?” Dad asks. “Her face is red.”

“I liked it. It’s okay,” I mumble, keeping my eyes closed. I feel a hand on my forehead, and I smile lazily when I open my eyes to see Corbin.

“You’re a freak,” he says sweetly.

“Kink is hereditary, asshat. Don’t act innocent, freaky boy,” I say.

“She’s got a point, dude,” Huxley says. “You bullwhip girls who are chained up.”

“See. Freaky boy,” I say.

“We are going to go take care of her. We will see y’all in the morning,” Roman laughs.

“Night, guys,” Dad says with an amused tone.

“Still with us, pretty girl?” Lance asks. I can hear the rumble of his voice in his chest, telling me as he is holding me.

“You have a giant dick,” I sigh.

“You are a silly girl,” he says, kissing me softly. “We are going to get you in the bath and then put lotion on you.”

“Mmmm. The big tub so y’all can be with me,” I say.

“But of course,” he says.

“Corbin came up and filled it for us earlier,” Huxley says.

“I should find it weird that my dad and brother are weirded out,” I say.

“They know and respect how you are choosing to cope,” Roman says. “This is no different. They might not cheer you on while getting violently fucked, but they’ll fill a bathtub to help us take care of you after.”

“You people hit me every time I begged… or tried to apologize,” I say. “Why?”

“Because we want you to fight, no matter who it is. If we get you comfortable fighting us, then you’re more likely to fight if…” Ben starts to say.

“If they get a hold of me again,” I finish.

“Yes,” Lance says. “Hopefully that doesn’t happen, but if it does, we want you as prepared as possible.”

“I want them to die,” I say quietly.

“Us too, baby,” Lance sighs.

When we get into the jacuzzi tub, Roman, Ben, Huxley, and Lance take to washing my body. I am sore but they are gentle and sweet as they pamper me. Once we are all clean, they work together to dry my body and lay me on the bed. They start with having me lay on my back. They all start rubbing lotion onto my skin from my neck to my breasts, belly, thighs, and down to my feet. I am then gently rolled to my belly where they massage the lotion into me.

“Fuck, that’s so good. I love you guys,” I groan.

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