Page 33 of Jagged Souls
Instead, I am helpless.
Completely at their mercy in every way.
Hourglass grunts as he comes inside me. It was quick. I feel a bit of relief, but as soon as he pulls out, Grubs steps up and pushes into my pussy. I know it’s him because he apologizes, tells me he’s only doing this to help me prepare for Chucky’s cock – as if anything he does with his short fat dick will help me take one bigger than my forearm.
The werewolf in question stands off to the side. His hard purple cock twitches as he watches me. He knows it’s about to be his turn. Grubs is rutting me like an animal, kissing my back and grabbing my ass. He’s sliding against my body and rubbing his tongue against my neck. He isn’t going to last long.
“Fucking hel, you’re so wet, I can barely feel you,” Sadist says. “A proper fucking whore’s pussy. Just a sloppy, loose mess. Maybe we should sew you up, make you tighter. Make this actually fucking enjoyable for anyone other than you.”
I flinch at his words, wanting to protest that I’m enjoying any part of this.
Grubs moans. “Am I taking good care of you, princess?”
I want to be sick. His words feel more disgusting than Sadist’s. At least Sadist knows he’s hurting me; that’s what gets him off. But Grubs acts like there’s nothing wrong with what he’s doing. He sees himself as agood guy.
“Tell him,” Sadist teases. “Tell him he’s being a good boy.”
Fuck you.
“I can see her face, Grubs,” he says, looking me dead in the eye. “She’s about to come.”
My head jerks towards the phone, finally wanting Varius to see me.Look at me and know I hate this.
I let my tears fall.
I let him see all my fear.
My pain.
My horror.
I let him see every weakness inside of me. Every ounce of shame and self-disgust. I let him see how close I am to breaking.
I’m not about to come, Varius. I swear I’m not… Look at me and see.
Please don’t believe him.
Please don’t leave me here as punishment.
Grubs groans as he comes inside me. The smell of his cum and sweat adds to the sickness of the room. The whole place smells of sex and blood and violence. It’s scorching memories into my brain, making sure I remember this damn scent forever.
Sadist strokes my face as he comes soon after.
I’m so rubbed raw, I can’t feel a damn thing other than pain down there. Can’t even feel the cum that’s definitely leaking out onto my thighs.
Grubs kisses me and says, “Thank you, princess,” before pulling out of me.
My stomach revolts. I’m tempted to turn my head and let him see the disgust on my face, to ruin his damn illusions about himself, but Sadist rolls me off him and tosses me off the table.
Bouncing off the bench, I hit the floor on my back. My arms sear with pain that nearly makes me pass out. My vision blurs as my entire world narrows into nothing but screaming nerves all up and down my body.
A giant furry hand wraps around my face. His palm suffocates me as he lifts me high into the air. His grip is blinding me, covering my eyes so I can’t see anything. My fear increases as I’m stuck in the dark, unable to see where the next attack is coming from. I can’t prepare myself for it.
I kick out blindly, frantically.
My feet make contact with his muscled stomach, but I’m too weak to make him drop me. He grabs my right leg and pulls me down.
I know his dick is throbbing and dark-purple with a red tip. The girth is on par with a can of tomatoes, and there’s no way it would fit at all if not for the small nub at the end, allowing it to spear its way inside a human body.
