Page 29 of Jagged Souls
“Look at you…” Sadist says as he finally releases my jaw from between his vice-like fingers. “You’re so desperate to be used.”
His eyes shift to the man behind me, whose hands are stroking up from my hips to my breasts and back again.
“So use her, Grubs. Fuck her in the ass like she wants.”
Grubs’ breathing quickens as Sadist’s smile widens.
I don’t want that!
Stop!
Don’t!
“I’m so sorry,” Grubs says as he releases me to grab his cock. He groans as he pushes the tip against my ass. I tense, squeezing my hole in an attempt to resist his penetration as much as I can.
But he just grunts and pushes into me harder, his hand now back on my hip. He pulls me down with his gnarled, twisted fingers as Sadist wraps one hand around my throat. He kisses me again, forcing me to fight them both at the same time. I try to chomp down on Sadist’s tongue, but he jerks back and punches me hard in the face. His grip on me tightens, cutting off my air as pain flares across my cheek.
Grubs’ cock pushes into me. He’s going slow, but it isn’t making it any easier to handle. I feel like a red-hot poker is being shoved up my ass.
“Relax,” he grunts as he kisses my neck. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
Grabbing my hips, Sadist shoves me down all the way.
I jerk on a raspy scream, my voice box too damaged to really portray the pain I’m feeling. Agony ricochets all up my back, spreading through every part of me. I feel like I have been impaled by Vlad III, like his dick will render me in half, popping out of my mouth as I bleed out from the trauma.
My body can’t take any more.Ican’t take any more, and I pull on my assassin training to dissociate despite the sheer agony attacking every part of my body.
It isn’t easy. Every thrust of Grubs’ dick inside of me wants to call me back to the present. Every movement of the phone, every sick touch of Sadist’s hand or mouth, all the vile words he spits at me, calling me a whore or telling Varius that I’m so fucking wet, my cum is what’s acting as lube for Grubs – it all shouts for my attention.
But I ignore it and focus on a spot on the wall, a peeled bit of paint that almost looks like a dog. I can’t see a happy dog wagging his tail though. Can’t see Krypto sneaking a piece of chicken with his eyes closed so Leno can’t catch him in time. All I can see is a dog in need that no one stops to help.
My doesn’t stop.
The pain.
The agony.
None of it stops.
It just keeps going.
Tears burning pathways down my cheeks, I focus on that spot on the wall.
Sadist moves back and demands another man, this one nicknamed Bear, to take his place. Sadist takes the phone as Grubs grabs my dislocated arms and pulls me down onto his chest.
Pain flares through me so intensely, I throw up. Sadist just laughs. Grubs wraps his arms around my stomach and apologizes as he rapes me. His touch aggravates all the cuts on my belly, but what makes it worse is I can’t see that dog anymore. Can’t focus on something to take me out of my own mind.
I’m forced to live through Bear stepping between my legs as he jerks himself off. His cock is only half hard, and I pray he can’t fix it enough to penetrate me.
I’m already burning so badly with Grubs’ dick in my ass. I can’t take one in my pussy at the same time.
The look on his face is a mixture of grim determination laced with panic. I stare at him with a silent plea, begging him not to do this.
He freezes as his eyes widen. His hand stops. His dick hangs limp. Then Sadist shoves him in the shoulder, and he jumps, ducks his head, and immediately starts jacking off again.
Don’t.
Stop!
