Page 27 of Jagged Souls
“That’s it,” he grunts. “Fuck me like the whore you are.” He releases my wrists, only for someone else to grab them. They yank my arms back, keeping my palms on the table, and I cry out as pain shoots up my shoulders. I bend back to stop my arms from dislocating. They crawl onto the table, their knees pinning down my hands. My breasts jut up into the air, two little perky mounds, and the newcomer reaches under my arms to cup them both. Their body’s a terrifying presence at my head. Pinning me in, blocking off any hope of escape.
“You like the feel of her nipples, Grubs?” Sadist pants as he watches the other man grope me. “They’re already so hard. She’s really enjoying this.”
I’m not! Stop saying that!
“Pinch them for me,” he orders as he fucks me harder. My body is such a monument to pain that I can barely feel the clamping of Grubs’ fingers, but there’s nothing to numb the added disgust and shame.
Varius is going to watch this, and he’s going to see me get taken by two men at the same time. I’m going to be raped a dozen different ways, one right after the other, and he’s going to bear witness to it all.
With a sudden roar, Sadist grabs my hips and steps back, jerking my ass off the table. I cry out in utter agony as both my arms snap at the shoulders, my hands still pinned down by Grubs’ knees. He shoves forward again, hitting my back against the edge of the table before forcing my ass on top of it. Grubs releases my hands and pushes me up into a sitting position as Sadist shoves his thumbs into two of the cuts on my stomach. Then the latter buries his teeth into my right shoulder and bites down hard.
He orgasms as pain floods through me.
I jerk, and I scream, but he just holds me tight, and Grubs soon helps him, scooting up the table to kneel at my back. Reaching around me, he rubs his hands all up and down my body, pinching my nipples and squeezing my breasts. Then he touches me lower, sliding his hand all the way down to where Sadist has forced his way inside of me.
His lips trail across my neck.
“I’m sorry,” Grubs whispers, but it doesn’t stop him from touching me. “I’m sorry.”
Sadist bites me again, this time on my breast. The guy behind me offers my other one up to him, and he bites that one too.
I squeeze my eyes shut as I cry.
I want to go home. I want to go home.
I want someone to save me.
But no one is coming – proven when Sadist pulls out of me, and I’m immediately hauled back onto Grubs’ cock. He pushes inside me with one thrust, and the burn in my pussy intensifies.
Like sandpaper.
Like fire.
Like utter disgusting shame.
And the camera captures it all.
Six
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Grubs fucks me slowly, peppering kisses along my neck and shoulders. He drops one gnarly, twisted hand to my clit as he rocks in and out of me. His other hand pinches my nipples. He slides back along the table, pulling me with him on his lap, and my feet are forced onto the edge by two other men at Sadist’s command. My knees are now bent and my legs spread wide with my back pressing against Grubs’ chest. Sadist takes the phone from Antonio, then moves it in close.
“Spread her pussy open,” Sadist says. “I want to capture how wet she is for Varius.”
Tears fall down my cheeks as his words burn shame into my soul.Don’t look, Varius. Please don’t look.
Using both hands, Grubs slowly spreads me open.
“Look at that, Varius. She’s not your property anymore, now is she? She’s got my cum inside her. See it dripping out of her sloppy pussy? And that there ain’t your cock either.” He leans in and licks my pussy as he holds the phone above him, angled down.
“Fuck!” Grubs jerks in surprise. His cock slips out of me, but Sadist just grabs it with his free hand and angles it back against my pussy. I twist out of the way, trying my best to not get impaled as Grubs claims he isn’t into “that gay shit.”
But he isn’t pulling away from Sadist…
In fact, he’s soon grabbing me to hold me still.
Sadist chuckles as he rubs the other man’s cock between my pussy lips. Grubs groans as his breathing quickens. His fingers tighten on my hips.
