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We are working on a feverish lust as I get his pants down and cover us both in lube. I didn’t realize how much I’ve needed this over the last five weeks until the moment I fill his ass. He groans deeply, and something snaps. I tighten my grip on his hips and start pounding into him. I don’t know if he has ever taken a dick before, so I was going to try to be nice, but I need this. We both need this. His moans drive me to go harder and deeper, needing to make us come.I pull him up enough so that his hands are now on the seat of the couch, so now I can reach around his body and stroke his cock. It makes me slow down significantly, but we both shudder as pleasure surges through us. He is so goddamn tight, and his cock feels nice in my hand.
I want him to have the same experience that I do right now, being balls deep in him. We are on the exact same wavelength because the moment I pull out of him, he shifts and pushes me forward. He is working on a primal need to come, so he relies on the lube I transferred to him and slams into my ass. I grit my teeth and growl as he finds a punishing pace.
“Fuck,” I groan.
“Look at you, the big bad Dom getting railed by his best friend,” Matt groans.
“Fuck, this is hot,” Natalie says from up close.
“I thought you left,” I groan and move up to my hands.
“Hell no. We are helping,” she says as she gets on her hands and knees in front of me.
“Ready,” Trish says to Matt.
“Fuck yes,” Matt replies. Seconds later, he gasps, his body shuddering against mine as he pushes deeper into me. Natalie slowly cleans my cock before she gets under me, taking me down her throat.
Trish undoubtedly is fucking him with a strap-on as he fucks me. Natalie works in perfect synchrony with us as we all work together. Matt has a tight grip on me, and we are both desperate to come.
“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. I’m gonna come,” I growl. Everyone immediately speeds up, and Matt fucks my ass harder in response to Trisha’s brutal thrusts. Natalie sucks as hard as she can while taking me as far back as she can. She’s playing with her pussy at the same time, and she is on the verge of coming too. My entire body shakes, and Matt and I get closer. He has his arms around my abdomen, and soon the girls pull away. I fist my cock and start stroking myself with a tight grip.
“Oh God, that’s good. Don’t stop, Matt. Please,” I nearly beg. This is unusual for me, but I am so lost in this feeling.
“Come with me, Dom,” Matt moans. “Fuck, you feel so good.”
Hearing my best friend’s praise is enough for both of us. We both explode, and Matt fills my ass with come. Natalie moves closer and has her mouth open with her tongue extended to swallow my come as I give it to her. Instead of moving to the couch, Matt and I end up lying on the floor, completely out of breath.
“No wonder she screams when we fuck her. Goddamn,” I pant, making him laugh. “I miss her…”
“Me too, man,” Matt says. “We will find her, yeah?”
“Yeah,” I say confidently. “We will find her.”
Chapter Sixteen
Myra
One Month Later
I stare blankly atthe ceiling while the man who is balls deep in my pussy feverishly pounds into me. I’ve grown numb over the last two months, so I just lie here. I cried as much as a person can cry. I have nothing left to give because my stupid fucking family has taken it all from me. I’ve given up hope that anyone will find me, but they never keep anything close enough so that I can end it all.
Walter and Alvin are very well aware of the fact that if I am given the chance, I will kill myself. Dominic and Matt are about the only ones who can pull me out of this, but it’s been so long. They’ll have grieved my loss and moved on by now, I’m sure. I was reminded consistently that I am replaceable. Dominic, Matt, Natalie, and Trish had each other before me, and now they are closer. They don’t need me. Why would they? All I have done is bring chaos to their lives.
I hardly notice when the man finishes. He pulls his condom off and tosses it just like the other two before going upstairs. I sigh heavilybefore lazily going to the bathroom to clean myself. I go through the same routine, but I don’t know why it matters. All that’s going to happen is Walter will come down with Alvin. They will rape me in some way and then leave me in the dark.
It used to be that one person paid to take me however they wanted. That lasted about a month, but now it’s three or four men a day. Walter and Alvin always go last. If they think I have done well for the day, they feed me. If not, I go to sleep with my stomach screaming at me for food. Not that I sleep very well. I spend a lot of the time awake, and I sleep for thirty-minute intervals, but I only end up getting maybe three or four hours of sleep a night. At least with Leon, I had a real bed. I was never hungry or so cold that it was painful. I truly don’t know if it can get any worse than this.
I am anticipating their arrival to rape me at any moment, but they don’t come. I grow paranoid after a while because what if they die? Am I just going to sit down here and starve to death? I would much rather just hang myself.
I lay on the mattress and look up at the ceiling, just like I do for most of my day when I’m not being raped or even when I am. There’s no movement in the house. No one is talking. What the fuck do I do now? I have water, so at least I won’t die of dehydration.
Eventually, I doze off. When I wake, nothing has changed. Maybe this is hell. Maybe when Leon shot the floor, he actually shot me. I was in heaven for a while with Dominic and the others, but something changed. I was not supposed to be in such a blissfulplace. I am meant for the depths of hell, but the question is, why? What did I do that was so bad that I deserve to be here?
That’s the thing; I don’t deserve to be here. I’ve never hurt anyone… Well, besides Leon. Is this my punishment for defending myself? It was an accident. I didn’t mean to kill him—I just wanted to get away. I find myself continuously going through these thoughts, and by the end of it, I always end up back in my pity party.
I just want to go home… I don’t think I have a home anymore, though. I have nothing left to go back to.
Chapter Seventeen
