Page 19 of Degradation
He drops his eyes, staring between my legs, at where I’m still being held open.
“Prepare her.” He barks. That confusion twisting into something almost demonic.
I don’t mean to do it, I swear I don’t, but I cry out as my tunic is ripped right off, as my entire naked body is now revealed to the room. The Senate may be here, all knelt by the crucifix but the way the seats are all stacked up on tiers allows everyone here to get a clear view of this, of me.
I shut my eyes, trying to steady my breathing and I can feel that I’m trembling.
I just want this over with now. I need this done.
Gunther undoes his robes, making a great show of it. I don’t know what I expect to see when he tosses them off but the fact that he’s entirely naked, that makes me panic more. I imagined him to have something on underneath, something to make this less indecent.
He’s hard. His dick is there, fully erect and it bobs a little as he pads towards me.
His belly is fat and round. A little round, hairy belly that pushes out beyond his frame making him look more comical than dangerous. But the way he’s moving, the way he’s strutting towards me, and that look in his eyes doesn’t feel very funny, doesn’t feel amusing in anyway.
He crawls on top of my body. His skin covers mine and maybe it’s because mine’s now so sensitive from being scrubbed raw but his feels rough, scratchy, like he needs a bath. I can feel his hot breath on me as he pants. I can feel the callouses on his fingers as he runs them up the sides of my body before he gropes my breasts, pinches my nipples, physically manhandles me like I’m just a piece of meat.
And the groan he gives out, that noise rings out for everyone to hear and it only amplifies my shame.
I can feel that thing dangling between my legs, I can feel something sticky touching me. He drags his lips across myshoulder, my neck, leaving a trail of saliva that makes me squirm more.
He reaches down, as if he needs to push my legs further apart, though there’s no need to because the Senate are holding my ankles more than wide enough for what is necessary.
As his dick touches my core, I lock up.
“Wait,” I whisper. I just need a moment. One more moment to prepare myself.
He narrows his eyes, bucks his hips, and forces himself into me with all the brutality he can muster.
I scream. I scream so loud.
I don’t mean to. I don’t even realise I’m doing it until his hand slams against my mouth and he tries to silence me.
It hurts. It hurts so much as he pushes his way as far inside me as he can physically get.
Tears stream down my cheeks, I sob against him as he slides himself out and then does it again, slams himself right into me, hard enough that I jolt back an inch despite all the hands holding me down.
“I am your husband.” He mutters. “I own you now, and I can and will use you however I choose.”
I want to nod, I want to show to him that I agree, that I’m obedient, that I’ll be good but it’s too much, this pain is too much. He tears at me, his dick rips my insides and I can feel the way my body is refusing to give way. The way I’m ripping, the way I’m bleeding.
For me, it’s absolute agony, but for him, for Gunther, he’s clearly getting off on it.
“Sweet virgin pussy.” He grunts, bucking his hips, fucking me with more of a rhythm now. Around us are snickers, laughter from the stalls. Clearly, our audience is more than enjoying this consummation.
I can’t hold it in, I can’t keep my composure anymore. I start sobbing harder as he bucks and grunts.
And then his hands wrap around my throat. I open my eyes, meeting those blue-grey almost colourless ones. Is this it, is this a sign that he’s almost done?
“As Jesus died and was reborn,” The Senate chant in unison, “You too shall be reborn. You are no longer a Brethren Daughter. You will be purged of your sins, purged of your taint. You will be reborn pure. Reborn obedient. And reborn ready to serve as our Chapter Lady.”
I can hear the words, I can feel his hands, but they feel too tight, too restrictive. My mother said this was symbolic. A gesture and no more. But I’m struggling to get any breath in. Maybe it’s the incense, maybe it’s my fear, but I’m gasping, twisting, trying to get free of all those foreign hands that hold me down.
“Reborn.” The Senate chant over and over. “Reborn free from sin.”
Gunther is still fucking me, still ravaging my body but that horror is no longer my concern. It’s what his hands are doing, it’s that look in his eyes as he’s staring down at me.
Oh god, I think I’m going to die here.
