Page 32 of Jagged Souls
I clench my teeth hard as tears rain down my cheeks. The agony is indescribable, the shame even more so. I’m being taken by two men against my will, and the whole thing is being caught on camera to show my husband.
Sadist tugs on both my nipples as he lifts his gaze to them. “Look how fucking hard these are. You like having two cocks in you, don’t you, whore? Yeah, everyone can see it.” He releases my left nipple and slaps my chest, leaving a red mark.
Pulling his cock out until it’s just the tip he has inside of me, he gives Hourglass the space to ram in. They slip into a rough rhythm together, tearing apart my ass and pussy. Blood and old cum runs down my legs as fire rages through my lower half.
I try to focus on the peeling paint, try to separate my mind from the body they’ve stolen, but my entire world is consumed by the pain.
And the shame.
And the knowledge that I will never get clean again.
I might be able to rinse the vomit out of my pussy. I might be able to scrub my skin raw. I might get all of my broken, bruised, and bleeding parts healed.
But I will forever bear their marks on my body.
I will forever betheirs.
Sobbing silently as they both rape me, I wait for my hel to be over.
Sadist lifts a hand to my neck and squeezes. He leans in close to my ear and whispers, “I’m going to kill you, whore. Then I’m going to fuck your corpse. You won’t ever escape me, not even in death.”
Hourglass groans behind me.
The two of them pick up their pace, their hips slapping against my ass and pussy. Releasing me from the Nelson hold, the man behind me twists my nipples hard.
“I’m going to come,” Hourglass says so Sadist can move out of his way. I’m to be bred; not a drop of cum is to end up anywhere but my pussy.
Grabbing my ass, Sadist lifts me off Hourglass’ lap. He fucks me while holding all my weight, pumping into me as he bounces me on his cock. “Such a fucking needy whore,” he says as he steps away from the table, carrying me with him. “You’re just begging us to both take your pussy, aren’t you? You want us to come inside you at the same time.”
“I’m not rubbing my dick against yours,” Hourglass says. “Now hand her over.”
“I’ll do it,” Grubs says, breathless and keen. “To uh, help prepare her for Chucky.” The werewolf with all the scars on his face. He still stands in his wolf form, watching and waiting for his turn.
My pulse spikes, and I try to struggle again, but I’m too exhausted, too much in pain. I can’t do anything other than wriggle on Sadist’s cock.
He laughs at Grubs. “Ever the gentleman.”
He laughs at me. “That’s it, bitch. Ride me like the whore you are. Show Varius how fucking wet you are for us.”
He kisses me as he turns and sits his ass on the table. He lies down, pulling me with him and keeping our lips locked together. Our legs dangle over the edge of the table. Then he licks my cheek with his severed tongue.
I tremble in fearful anticipation. Grubs steps up to my ass, his presence a screaming warning in my gut. But then he’s shoved aside, Hourglass wanting his due. I tense. My legs are forced onto the table, but my knees are bent, so my ankles still hang over the edge.
Sadist grabs my ass with both hands and opens me up wide, spreading my pussy. His cock jerks in and out of me, causing searing pain with every thrust. Hourglass lines his cock up with Sadist’s. He leans forward so his chest presses pain into my dislocated shoulders.
Sadist squeezes my ass hard. Then one hand leaves me to grab Hourglass. The man tenses behind me, but like Grubs, he doesn’t pull away. He just presses his cock against my pussy and waits for Sadist to come out. Then together they push in.
I cry out as I am stretched so terribly wide. My pussy burns as they violate it with both their cocks. I feel like a whole fist is shoving deep inside me, wrapping its fingers around my intestines, and yanking them all out.
They continue to fuck me together, thrusting in and out as one great, big cock, but then their speed picks up, and they move in an alternating rhythm. It’s a bit more bearable but just as dirty.
I hate my body.
I hate every single part they touch.
And all the parts they don’t touch too.
I turn my head away from the camera. If I had my magic, I could’ve at least destroyed that.
