Page 19 of Ruined

I tried to kill him.

I deserve no better than this. By all laws of nature, I deserve worse. He is taking me as I deserve to be taken. He is showing me what I am to him, and what I will be, his base little plaything.

Bobby’s cock slides deep in my mouth as I feel my bare hips clasped between two strong, mature hands. Angelo is lifting me up and maneuvering around behind me. My lips clamp around Bobby’s cock. I know what’s coming next, though I can barely believe it.

Angelo Vitali is going to fuck me.

His cock slides along the length of my slit. I can’t see it, obviously, but I can feel the menacing girth of it, the intimate heat of skin on skin. I could never have imagined a scenario in which I would find myself suspended between two criminal cocks, but the House of Vitali is a place where the impossible and unthinkable not only can happen, but must occur.

HIs cock moves past my pussy and settles higher. Of course Angelo does not want my pussy. Angelo wants a tighter, more shameful hole.

“Such a naughty girl,” he purrs, his accent making each of those chiding, threatening words delicious.

I feel a drizzle of something oily between my cheeks and am instantly surprised. He’s chosen to use lubrication. I suppose that is for his pleasure rather than my comfort.

He doesn’t care what I want. He is going to give me what I deserve.

I feel the rock-hard head of his cock press against the tight ring of muscle that guards my insides, and I know I have a choice. I can resist him and be hurt, or I can relax and submit. None of this is explained to me, but all of it is immediately obvious even with Bobby distracting me by fucking my face, my hair still firmly in his grasp.

He is going to fuck my ass. I have never had anal sex before. I’ve never had sex with a murderous sociopath before. I’ve never even imagined that I’d want it. But here I am, giving myself up with barely a murmur of complaint — not that anybody would notice, or care if I had one.

Angelo starts fucking me, sliding himself inside me like he owns me, sheathing his dick in my mercifully lubricated ass in one long thrust. It feels like…

It feels like being claimed.

My ass is his. He treats me like he owns me, and in the most fundamental of ways, he does. I am his because he has decided to take me, and there is no law that matters to him. The law can say he doesn’t own me. The law can say he can’t fuck me. The law can say what it likes about anything, but in Angelo’s presence, the only thing that matters is what he can do, and he can absolutely hold me here and fuck my ass while his lover and protégé claims my mouth, and that is what they both do.

It is a tight struggle at first for me to relax enough to allow him to take what he wants. My body wants to resist, and my mind wants to fight. I think of myself as strong and independent, but compared to the strength of these men, I am weak. My female frame cannot match theirs, and I know that even if I were in a male body, I wouldn’t have a chance anyway. Angelo has dominated bigger and more dangerous men than me.

I am being used. My pussy is being ignored. This is sexual only because there are genitals involved. My pleasure is not of concern or consideration. Angelo is teaching me a lesson, and I am learning it.

Trapped between them, I am made flesh. Just meat. I am not a woman. I am not an agent. I am not anything besides something for them to use. I feel my past being erased with every demanding thrust of Angelo’s cock. I feel my future warping around Bobby’s dick. I am losing myself, spiraling as Angelo spreads me open and makes me his with increasingly rough thrusts. My ass is aching, but that only serves to pique my arousal and my pleasure.

“Going to come down your fucking throat,” Bobby growls. “Going to make you swallow me down to your gut, you little b…”

I feel a tension above me, as if Angelo has just thrown Bobby a warning look and made the curse that was almost certainly on his lips die.

…bad girl,” he finishes, giving me a few rough thrusts all the way to the back of my throat. He is taking the unspoken chastisement out on me, because I am at the very bottom of the Vitali food chain. I am prey, and I am entirely dependent on Angelo’s goodwill to stay intact.

Angelo fucks me harder, deeper. They are both moving toward orgasm, both intending to pump me full of their seed. There are no protective barriers between us, because there is no protection from them. I am open. I am vulnerable. They have made me nothing more than two holes being used.

Bobby is lustful, but Angelo is calculated.

Bobby comes first, pulling back to force me to taste his cum as he fills my mouth, his hot seed flooding my tongue.

“Swallow,” he growls. “Don’t you fucking dare spit that out.”

I obey out of some primal instinct. I am still being fucked by Angelo, and with the taste of Bobby’s seed in my mouth, the aching pounding I am taking in my ass has new intensity. Bobby lets go of his grip on my hair and I feel myself clenching involuntarily as I go prone against the bed, my clit finally grinding against something firm as Angelo pushes his advantage and slams inside me.

My world tastes like cum, smells like cum. My ass is full of cock, and my pussy is wet as hell. I have come a very long way from being a repressed agent who hadn’t got laid in years. I thought I wasn’t interested in anybody. But maybe I just hadn’t met anybody broken and cruel enough yet.

Angelo is going to orgasm, but so am I. The harder he fucks me, and the more his cock throbs inside me, the closer I get to that dark peak of pleasure. I am about to be overwhelmed by the chemistry of my own flesh. Angelo isn’t doing this to me. I am doing this to me. I am more than submitting, I am participating in my own downfall, I am grinding my hips and moaning, and I am arching back against him, inviting his cum, drawing it from his fucking balls.

He lets out a guttural growl as he pins me to the bed, forces his hand beneath my body, and pinches my clit between two of his fingers. I come hard, letting out a scream of release and relief as my entire body contorts with the force of my pleasure. Angelo unleashes himself at the same time, sinking his cock deep inside my bowels and filling me up to the brim. I hear him grunting and snarling as his body covers mine. I am completely engulfed by him, his will, his pleasure. I am surrounded by him, embraced by him and I am now filled with him as his hips jerk against my previously punished ass.

It hurts like hell when he pulls free of me, his cock still thick enough to make my ring ache and resist. I have been whimpering and moaning the entire time. I didn’t realize until now, but my throat is sore, not only from Bobby’s pounding, but also from all the crying and wailing I didn’t notice I was engaging in. Angelo and Bobby have made me the opposite of self-conscious. They’ve taken what was myself and they have obliterated it between their cocks.

I collapse between my two captors, all three of us utterly spent in illicit orgasm. I’ve never felt this good before. I’ve never felt so completely unconcerned by anything.

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