Page 91 of Deliria

“Stop it.” I sob. “Please, just stop it.” My muffled words barely make any sense beneath my husband’s grip.

“For fucksake.” Alex growls, narrowing his eyes at me. “I should have given her another hit of the GHB, then she would have been all over this.”

“Where’s the fun in that, though?” Vincent says. “It’s more fun forcing her to be obedient than always ensuring it through drugs.”

Alex grunts, dropping his gaze to watch as my breasts bounce with all the movement.

“Perhaps you’re right.” He replies. “And this is meant to be a lesson. A way to make her realise what a whore she actually is.”

“What are you thinking, son?” Vincent asks.

My husband grins, that awful grin he seems to get when he’s about to do something horrific. Jesus Christ, this situationis rapidly deteriorating into something so far beyond what I’ve normally endured.

My insides feel like they’re twisting, my body is screaming from the pain and the abuse.

I’m hanging on by a mere thread, but I know my husband is going to sever that. Whatever the words are that come out of his mouth now, I know they’re going to pitch me over the edge.

“Touch yourself.” He says.

“Wwwhat?” I stammer.

“You heard. Touch yourself, make yourself come like the cheap little slut that you are.”

My eyes dart between them. I can’t see Vincent’s reaction from how he’s holding me, but I can feel the way his body slows, the way he pauses to contemplate this scenario.

“Yeah,” He says, “Make yourself come all over our cocks.”

No. No fucking way.

They’re not getting that from me. Not willingly anyway.

Alex snarls, clearly seeing that defiance in my eyes as he reaches down, pinching my clit so hard that I scream.

“I said,” Alex snarls, “Make yourself come, bitch.”

I’m too tired. Too exhausted. I don’t have the energy to fight this anymore.

So I do it, I give in. I give them what they want.

And some part of me, some part of my soul feels like it fractures, it crumbles, it shatters into a million pieces as I play the part they demand of me.

My fingers reach down, moving to where only moments ago Alex’s were. Slowly, I begin to circle my clit.

“Keep going.” Alex demands, with the threat of what will happen if I don’t, hanging between us.

I feel so sore and bruised that I doubt I’ll even stand a chance of orgasming, but with them both inside me, I can hardly fake it can I?

My body continues to rock as they slam into me, but I focus on me, on what my hands are doing.

I just need to do this. Just need to get through this.

Maybe this will be enough. I’ll have done my punishment. I will have appeased them enough and then maybe, they’ll let me go.

I can feel something building. Under my disgust, under my shame, I can feel my body reacting. I want to shut my eyes, to pretend that I’m somewhere else, that I’m at some party, that this is all fun and I’m enjoying this, but the shame, and the humiliation is too much to do it.

“Told you,” Alex sneers. “She can’t get enough of it. The more cock the better, isn’t that right, dear wife?”

I whimper back as he slams brutally into me and another part of my insides seems to tear further.

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