Page 104 of Lost to the Woods

I obey, covering his shaft with my saliva before his thick, flared crown presses against my lips, and I have no choice but to open for him.

“Good fucking girl.” He thrusts into my mouth with a growl of satisfaction, his clawed hand clasping around my neck as he fucks my face with brutal force. I feel each bump and grove of his cock against my tongue, his head hitting he back of my throat with each thrust.

“Mmmm, let me hear you choke on my brother’s cock while he fucks that tight little throat.” Ghost rasps, his voice deep and guttural. “That’s how I love to have you—all your holes stuffed full, yet still greedy for more.”

I shut my eyes, overwhelmed by the sensations—the piercing of Ghost’s cock in my ass, the barbs of Zhyra’s cock in my pussy and softness of fur teasing my clit, the roughness of Khalok in my mouth.

Varekka’s cock slaps against my breast as he chases another orgasm, his claws leaving marks on my skin. And when Zhyra forces his knot inside me, locking us together, I shatter again, my release gushing out as he fills me. Ghost impales me one final time, his hips flush against my ass as he comes deep inside me. Khalok’s grip on my throat tightens, his cock stilling in my throat as he roars, flooding my mouth with his cum.

My vision is spotting, but I feel being lifted and moved onto a body below me, my hands digging into thick fur. Then, my cunt is being stretched all over again as I’m straddling Doruun.

“Yes, ride that cock like a good little fuckdoll,” he urges as his hands spread my ass cheeks, helping me bounce on him.

Once we find a rhythm, Varekka kneels behind me, his cock slowly slipping into my other hole. His howl dies on a nip at my neck, his clawed hands palming my tits.

“You feel so perfect, little rabbit. Look at you taking both of us so beautifully,” he growls, rutting against Doruun’s deep thrusts. “You can’t get enough, can you?”

I’m broken, feeling used, like a toy in their hands. And yet every nerve in my body is on high alert as I respond just theway they want me to. They shame me for it, their words cutting deep as they degrade and humiliate me. And they praise me for it, with so much love and care that my mind can’t keep up. It’s so confusing. Everything is a haze of pleasure and pain.

But through it all, I can’t deny the sick, twisted satisfaction of being theirs—completely and utterly owned.

And I never want it to stop.

24. Bunny

It never did.

Minutes bled into hours. Hours bled into days. Days bled into weeks. Time dissolved until all I could do was exist between bruises and moans.

They took and took and took. Piece by piece, breath by breath, they stole me. My body wasn’t mine anymore—it was their possession to do what they pleased. No safe word. No break to heal.

And what shames me the most is that I enjoyed it, for the most part. I got used to it. It became something I looked forward to. But then, even that enjoyment turned into a torture. It twisted inside me, until I couldn’t tell pain from pleasure anymore. It was too much.

Yet, somehow, still not enough.

I was losing my senses.

I was losing myself.

They kept me locked in the cage in that godforsaken cabin and only left to hunt for food… or to scare hikers for fun. I actually have no idea what they did. Usually, at least one stayed behind to watch—just in case.

Slowly, they began to be less careful. More confident. They knew they were breaking me. They knew I was too weak. Knew escape was no longer a word I believed in.

But in all of this, I have not once stopped hoping that Ghost would find his way back to me.

At first, I thought that Varekka would be the weakest link. Just because I saw so much of Nate in him. But no. It was Ghost, after all. The majority of the time, he took care of me. And I hated how much I loved those little moments. They were never proper aftercare, but they were something. And I held on to that. It helped me survive each session knowing that he’d be there to give me that cold shower or sponge bath after. That he’d bring me food and clean my cage of waste. Massage sore muscles. Kiss my wounds better.

If I obeyed, if I were a good girl, maybe he would free me from this torment. Maybe he just needed to see that devotion.

So I did everything he wanted.

I gave in. I submit. Surrendered.

Until I couldn’t anymore.

And today…

Today is that day.

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