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Bind me? What the fuck does that mean? Aren’t my hands already fucking useless? Hasn’t he already seen to it that I’m pretty much defenceless?

“Antonio,” Magnus says, holding his hand to gesture to the one man who’s been stood apart from everyone else. “Would you do the honours of holding her still? I imagine she’s not going to be docile for this.”

My head spins, I look from Magnus to this new man, desperately trying to figure out what the fuck is about to happen.

He inclines his head, stepping into the space and grabs my arm, hauling me to my feet. With one arm, he wraps it around my neck, holding me in a headlock, and the other he presses against my hips, keeping my pelvis flat against his body. I can feel how hard he is. I can feel his cock pushing into my back.

I curl my face up in revulsion but what difference does it really make? He’s going to rape me. Every man here is going to rape and sodomise me. It doesn’t matter how I feel about it, it doesn’t matter what I do. The only thing I can try to do is survive, is to get through it.

Magnus steps up, grabbing my jaw, running his thumb along my lips the way a lover would. In any other place that gesture would feel so entirely different to what it does right now. It would feel caring, considerate and not one of ownership.

He forces a gag into my mouth. I’m almost relieved as he does it because if that’s all the binding is, then fine, I’ll put up with that. It’s not like the one he used before, this one keeps my mouth open, it sits behind my teeth so that my lips make a perfect ‘o’ and I guess what its intention is. The larger man groans, rubbing his hand across his groin like he can’t wait to force his cock down my throat.

Magnus looks up, meeting the eyes of the man holding me and he gives him a nod. Just a tiny one. It’s subtle. But it’s enough.

My heartrate spikes. My adrenaline skyrockets. I jerk, suddenly aware that he’s about to do something unspeakable.

The man holding me, tightens his grip just enough to tell me that that’s what’s happening.

Magnus grabs my breasts, he kneads them, pushing them both together, and I hate that my nipples harden. I hate that my body gives such a response.

He slaps one, then the other, but he’s not his usual aggressive self. It’s like he’s building to something. Taunting me. When he holds up a strip of leather, I frown. My mind can’t put it together, but then he wraps it around my left breast and I seize up, I panic, I kick my feet out, I fight in every damned way I can.

That arm around my throat suddenly constricts and my airway closes up. I can’t breathe. I can’t move. My body shuts down, giving in, exactly as they intend. My eyes bulge out their sockets, I can hear the blood rushing to my ears, to my brain. Something high-pitched, something loud screams in my head.

And all the while Magnus is wrapping that strip tighter and tighter around my breast. When he finishes with the left, he does the right, repeating the exact same routine. My breasts are forced out, sticking straight ahead, with the banding so tight that I can already feel my nipples throbbing in protest and my pain radiating from the very middle. Antonio releases his grip just enough that I can finally get some air in and I slump against him.

But when I look down, I gasp in horror through the gag and the sound is so distorted. My breasts are already so swollen, already bright red. If he leaves them like this surely the flesh will die for lack of blood supply?

Magnus tilts his head, grabs my jaw and Antonio removes his hold so that he can do what he likes. I tremble, unsure how I’m even standing now.

“Magnificent.” Magnus murmurs, staring down at me. His thumb brushes my nipple and I whimper at the feel of it, at the pain. He isn’t even doing anything right now, but just his touch is enough.

He then pinches one nipple, twisting so that I scream. Tears stream down my eyes, I all but collapse onto my knees, burying my face into the rug. My arms are still as good as useless though and it makes me so much more vulnerable in the position I’m in right now.

“Now she’s ready.” Magnus says.

Fear erupts in me. Abject terror takes hold.

I can’t do this. I can’t just take this.

I try to scramble away. I don’t care what they think of me. I don’t care how pathetic I look now. My pride counts for nothing in this moment. All I can think about is survival. Escape.

But it’s like a pack of wolves descends on me.

Someone grabs my right leg, hauling me back, and I land with a thump on my front. I scream out as more pain radiates from my chest and I have to roll over immediately to get my weight off.

Another hand wraps around my waist, forcing me once more back onto my knees. A hand yanks my arms up, which in turn slams my face into the rug and another forces my arse cheeks apart.

I brace myself, I mentally try to calm but nothing can prepare me for that brutal, searing pain as the tattooed man forces his cock into me.

“Fuck,” he groans, slapping my arse to force my body to accept him.

As if that’s not enough, grey-haired man pushes his way through, manoeuvring himself so that he’s under me. The man holding my arms raises them enough so that my body is taut, held at an angle above him. My breasts push against his body and I cry out, hating the feel of it, hating that his skin is touching mine and most especially that his mouth is inches away from my nipples.

“You’re right, Magnus.” he says as he grabs hold of my chest with both hands. “These are magnificent like this.”

I scream out as he sucks one nipple into his mouth. The pain is unimaginable. He isn’t even being gentle, he’s sucking on it like his life depends upon it. He pulls off with a pop, then does the same to my left, only this time he bites down, and I know from the way his teeth cut into my flesh that he’s made me bleed.

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