Page 66 of Deviant

“Please,” I sob. “Please.”

I can’t take this. I can’t take any of this.

Magnus tuts, sipping at the damned drink in his hand. “Too late for that now, pet.” he says. “You had your chance, you’ve had more than enough chances. You want mercy, then behave yourself now and maybe I’ll consider it.”

Mercy? Fucking mercy? I want more than that. I want this over with. I want this done. I need it to end. I need everything to end. I can’t do another day of this. I can’t do another moment.

I try to jerk my arms, try so desperately to get them free and tattooed man grabs hold of the rope pulling them up so they’re as far up as they’ll go without dislocating.

“Dance for me, bitch.” he says as my body jolts and tries to do everything it can to relieve the horrific pressure he’s created.

“Get your cock out of her ass.” Grey hair growls. “I can’t get in her cunt while you’re taking all the space.”

Tattoo man laughs back, saying something I can’t make out.

And then grey hair grabs my hips, lines himself up and rams himself into me anyway.

I scream. I scream so loudly.

I don’t know how on earth my body can even fit them both inside me, but within seconds something inside tears. I can feel the way my insides rip apart and give way.

“She’s so fucking tight.” Grey hair groans.

“On three.” Tattoo man says like this is a team sport.

I can’t think, I can’t move. Every breath hurts too much. Every second is absolute agony.

Only, it gets worse, so much worse.

They start thrusting, they start fucking me and every jolt sends a blaze of agony inside me. Whatever they’ve torn, rips further and my blood starts dripping out.

“Filthy, fucking slut,” tattoo man says, running his hand down to feel it as it pools between us. “She’s dripping wet.”

I sob harder at his words, because we all know that’s not my arousal.

“Fucking whore obviously needs more than one cock to satisfy her,” grey hair says, slapping my right breast and making me scream once more.

A hand grabs my jaw, raises my face and I look up to see beard man holding his erect cock right before my mouth, clearly wanting to get in on the action. There’s a bead of precum already starting to drip down the head of it.

“Think another dick will make her come?” He taunts before ramming himself in through the gag and down my throat.

I choke almost instantly. His dick isn’t particularly big, but with everything else, it’s still too much. And what’s worse is I can taste that he hasn’t washed. I can taste his sweat, and the remnants of his last piss still there.

“Suck on it, you whore.” He groans, sliding out, slapping my cheeks, before slamming back in. “Fucking choke on it,” he says like he’s giving me any other options.

I start retching, my throat catching and closing every time he rams himself down.

But he barely lasts a few minutes before he’s coming, and I don’t know if I should be grateful for that fact or not. He groans, gripping my head, forcing my face against his pelvis and the overwhelming scent of body odour makes me almost pass out.

When he releases me, grey hair grabs my face, forcing me to look at him, while he and tattoo man continue to rape me.

“You liked that, whore? You liked his come down your throat, filling your belly?”

I spit at him. I may still have the gag on, but with everything now in my mouth a damned good amount of it lands on his face.

“You filthy fucking bitch.” He snarls, punching me hard enough that my body collapses.

Tattoo man groans and starts protesting that I’m fighting too much for him to enjoy it.

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