Page 36 of Degradation
“Teach her a lesson.” Gunther repeats. “My wife needs to learn what she is. That she’s a whore. A cunt to fuck and nothing more.”
There’s nothing in the rules about this. There’s nothing to say if this is permitted or not. Sleeping with a married man’s wife will put you in Oblivion. Adultery would give you a good sentence too. But this, is this adultery when your Chapter Lord is the one commanding it?
I barely have time to contemplate that, when the men around me seem to give in, seem to move as one.
The girl is grabbed, is dragged kicking and screaming, and that tiny bit of fabric is ripped from her hands. She sobs, she cries as she’s picked up and placed onto the poker table we were sat at only moments ago.
“Don’t be afraid to make it hurt.” Gunther shouts as Malik climbs up onto the table, completely engulfing her tiny frame with his.
I don’t know why I’m holding back, I don’t know why I’m stood here but there’s a tiny voice in my head wondering if this is some sort of trick being played on us and not actually to do with his wife at all.
Are there more men lurking in the shadows, waiting to come out and gut us for this crime? Is that what this is, some fucked up test of loyalty?
She’s putting up a good fight. She lands a few punches before someone grabs her arms to hold her down. Her knee comes up and she slams it into Malik’s groin. He groans, collapsing onto her and she freaks out more.
“Stop.” She sobs. “Please, please, don’t do this. I’ll be good. I promise, I’ll be good…”
Gunther laughs at that. “Good?” He repeats. “I don’t want you good. I want you obedient. And if you were obedient, you wouldn’t be fighting right now. You’d be laying there and accepting your punishment because you know you deserve it.”
She sobs harder, shaking her head. “I don’t, I don’t. I’m your wife.” She screams. “Your wife. No one is meant to touch me but you.”
Gunther narrows his eyes as Malik recovers. He undoes his belt, gets his cock out and says something to her that I don’t catch above her shrieks.
“Wait,” Gunther says. “You don’t fuck her. Nobody fucks her. Use her, hurt her, but you stick your cock in her cunt, and I’ll chop it off, you hear me?”
“What about her arse?” One of the other men ask.
The girl whimpers more.
“No one fucks her arse but me.” Gunther says proudly. “I’ve yet to tap that delight.” He rubs his hands together as if in glee and I can’t look at him. I don’t think any of us can.
Her scream rips through the room.
Malik laughs as he works his arm back and forth inside her. “No one said anything about hands.” He states.
Her body jolts, her tits bounce and from where I’m stood, it’s hard not to admire her. She really does have a nice figure.
Malik isn’t being gentle with her. He’s brutalising her as he thrusts away and she’s sobbing, pleading, as if he’d stop.
“You hurt me, bitch. I’ll hurt you back.” He states.
Someone grabs her head, forcing her mouth open. “He didn’t say anything about her other hole either.” He says before ramming his cock down her throat.
She gags as he does it, her eyes go so wide, and she obviously screams more but the noise is muffled as he starts using her.
Two other men get their dicks out and start rubbing them along her skin, taunting her that they’re dicks are gonna be the next ones she chokes on.
I’m pretty much the only man now not involved in some way. I’m just stood watching as they descend on her like a pack of animals. Someone grabs her nipple, twisting it around, another starts sucking at her toes and I guess he must have a foot fetish or something because why the fuck would you go for her feet when she’s laid out here in all her delicious beauty?
I can feel my own cock stirring. Just looking at her, truly looking at her. She is breathtaking, her fear, her shame, the way she’s being forced to take one man’s cock and then as he comes down her throat, she doesn’t get the chance to even swallow it properly before another quickly replaces him.
I’ve seen enough gang rapes in my time. I’ve spent many hours enjoying the debauchery of Oblivion, but this girl, she beats all the slaves I’ve fucked, she beats every single one.
I don’t know if it’s the way she cries.
I don’t know if it’s the way the fear shows in her every petrified face but it’s addictive. Just watching her feels like the greatest high I’ve known.
Malik says something, his arm slows, and he calls her a useless slut for not coming already. She can’t exactly respond while Curtis has his dick down her throat but as he climbs off her, I see my moment, my opportunity.
