Page 70 of Sacrificing Zoriah

They all practically dogpile on me and start ripping my clothes off. I know damn well I am safe, but I easily slip into my role and scream as I thrash and fight against them. I hit anyone who gets close enough; otherwise I kick at them. Getting slapped in the face solidified that they are matching my level of force, and I swear to God, I might actually come if someone slaps me again.

God, I’m fucked in the head.

Huxley pulls off my shoe, and when I kick back at him, he grunts when I hit him in the abdomen. It stuns him for a second, and I start crawling away. Right as I am about to get up, he grabs both of my ankles and pulls.

“No, no, no. Wait. Hux, please!” I scream as I claw at the earth to get away from him. Hands grab my wrists, and my arms and legs are stretched out and pinned down. When I hear Lance yank his belt off, I start screaming and fighting, trying to pull myself free. Lance swings the belt down, and it strikes across my ass, and I let out a shrill scream. He starts hitting me over and over again from the backs of my knees to the top of my back. Each hit is like a blade made of fire stabbing into me. I am quickly brought to hysterical tears, but I keep fighting.

It's right now that I realize what they are doing. This is about kinky fun, yes, but this is about retraining me to fight. I was conditioned unknowingly for my entire life to just take it, but not anymore. This is them teaching me to fight like hell. I stop begging them to stop, and I just fight. All my rage is channeled into this moment, and while the memories are present in my thoughts, it’s not suffocating. I’m not triggered even a little bit, but I am processing everything through each hit I take.

Before I reach the point of my body giving up, I am released, and I instantly try to get up and run again. I don’t get far before Huxley grabs my hips and shoves me back down. He keeps one hand between my shoulder blades so I can fight but not escape.

“Get off me!” I scream and thrash.

“Scream louder, whore. No one can fucking hear you,” Huxley growls before moving his hand back to my hips and pulling me up to my knees. The others put their hands on my back so my chest stays pinned, and I am completely helpless.

“Stop!” I beg. “Please, Hux…”

Huxley ignores me and slams into my pussy so hard that real pain shoots through me. I let out a shrill scream when he starts pounding into me as fast and hard as he can. With zero lead-up or warning, Huxley abruptly pulls out and shoves his cock into my ass. The noise that comes out of me is completely unhinged, and the pain in my belly as he pushes me flat and starts fucking my ass is nearly unbearable.

“Take my cock, whore. This ass is mine,” Huxley grunts as he brutally fucks me. “Filthy fucking bitch. Scream.”

I am sobbing when he grabs me by the hair and pulls my head back as far as he can. “Look at her. Fucking pathetic,” Ben mocks as he kneels in front of me.

“Please,” I beg. Ben smacks me so hard that it stuns me for a second. “Please sto—” I don’t even get my plea out of my mouth before he slaps me again.

“Stop fucking begging, Zoriah,” he says seriously. “Fucking fight. Never beg for mercy.”

I whimper instead, and he grabs my bottom jaw to force my mouth open. I violently gag when he shoves his cock down intomy mouth and starts fucking my throat. He keeps my mouth open, and at first I don’t get why until that goddamn belt strikes me across the back again. My screams are garbled, but neither of them slows down.

Never before have I come so hard while sobbing. Despite how fucking violent they are being, they are making sure I am still coming. A few times Huxley has come close to pushing me too far, but he backs off before pushing me past my limits. Every time I nearly throw up, Ben pulls out of my mouth and smacks my cheek. It’s both comforting, because I don’t throw up, and hot as fuck because, apparently, I like being slapped by them.

Ben switches to holding the sides of my face and pushing deeper. His moans are fucking incredible, prompting me to suck hard. “Fuck yes, suck my cock,” Ben moans. “Jesus Christ, Riah… Fuck, I’m gonna come. Swallow, Riah. Take every fucking drop.”

Ben fuckingwhimpersas he comes, and something about that sends me spiraling into an orgasm. When my arousal floods out of me, Huxley presses his body into mine. I am on my elbows with my head dropped into my hands as he moans and grunts as he fucks me through his release. When he pulls out of me, I am flipped to my back, and Ben pulls my arms above my head to keep me pinned.

“So fucking helpless,” Roman says as he kneels between my legs. Lance holds one leg while Huxley holds the other, and I am unable to move. Roman slides his hands up my body and squeezes my breasts in his large hands. He is looking for a reaction but gets nothing from me.

“What a brave whore,” Roman laughs and grabs my nipples.

“Don’t you fucking do it!” I yell at him. “Don’t…”

Roman twists my nipples, and I scream and arch off the ground. I am brought back to tears, and just as I think he might actually hurt me, he lets go and slaps the fuck out of the side of my titty. “Fuck! You fucking asshole!” I scream at him.

“You sound so fucking pretty when you scream in pain, little prey,” Roman says, slapping my other breast just as hard.

“Fucking stop it!” I yell.

“No,” he says, barking a laugh when he smacks my breast again and again, alternating sides.

“Fuck!” I shout again. He twists my nipples again and when he gets me to the point of sobbing again, he surprises me by leaning back and slapping my pussy. Sure, it hurts, but the most feral moan echoes through the trees, and he does it again. The pussy slaps are directly to my clit, and in just a few hits, I come so hard that stars flood my vision, and I am dead silent.

“My freaky little whore,” Roman praises as he drops down and sucks on my clit like he is trying to give me a stroke. Just as he is about to pull an orgasm free, he bites down on my clit as he sucks. My eyes roll back, and I arch deeply off the dirt. One orgasm turns into another. And another. And another. I am a sobbing mess by the time he stops. I am so goddamn weak that when he pushes my knees to my chest and starts fucking me, allI can do is whimper and moan as he rails into me. He is fucking me like he is trying to rearrange my belly, and I fucking love it.

I am dazed by the time he comes, and no one even has to hold me down because I simply can’t move. I whine when Lance moves between my thighs and leans into me with his hands to either side of my head. “My pretty little victim,” he coos. “Not going to fight me, little prey?”

“I’m so tired, dude,” I complain. Lance hooks my legs over his arms and plants his hands next to my shoulders, folding me in half for him. He slowly pushes the head of his cock into me, and I freeze. “Oh, dear God, you’re going to break me.”

“You’re lucky I don’t want to hurt you, pretty girl,” he says as he slowly pushes into me. He is so goddamn big that it takes my breath away. If he slammed into me, he could absolutely cause me damage. Can a cock be too big? It should be illegal to have a dick this big. Do they have dick reduction surgeries? He needs one.

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