Page 44 of Sing Me a Song

“Get over here and whip her while I pound her little pussy.” Raiden growls and fear gathers throughout my stomach.

“No.” I try to kick him away.

It’s no use though because Raiden is large and so fucking strong. He grabs both of my legs and hoists them up around his waist. His hands grip my ass and pull me in against him.

I hear the crack of the whip and tense just as Raiden lines himself up. I’m not wet at all, nothing about this is turning me on, and I’m fairly sure Sky has passed out from the pain beside me.

“Raiden…” I begin to squirm as he pushes himself inside me. “I know you sold them your soul, but that’s not true. I can see it, I can feel it. Don’t do this.”

“I didn’t sell my soul,” he looks into my eyes, “I just promised to deliver other souls instead.”

The stretch is too much and the burn spreads up to my asshole. The whip cracks and this time I feel the kiss of the tail on my upper back. I’m shocked and then all at once the pain registers and Raiden has himself forced inside of me. The pain in both my pussy and my back radiates at the same time, making me suck in a breath to scream.

“That’s it, sing for me.” Raiden whispers into my ear.

Raiden pulls back out only to shove himself back in and the pain is excruciating, then the clap of those metal edged tails again. I can feel my blood dripping down my back and the stickiness of it on my thighs.

My throat scorches with the efforts of my screams and I try with all my strength to twist away from him.

“You should’ve done as you were told.” Raiden growls loudly as he thrusts again, “you should’ve just let everything be. You shouldn’t have turned your knife on a follower of the dark one.”

I want to continue to scream at him, call him a murderer, and bite his nose off, but I have no energy to fight and my voice is almost gone. Every ounce of vitality I have left in my body is focused on my staying conscious and I keep telling myself I will eventually kill this asshole.

The whip hits my back again and I drop my head to sob, my shitty life has brought me to this point. I lived in a hovel growing up, every dream I had was crushed by a sick father who never actually gave a shit about me, and now I’m here being whipped and raped the night before I’m supposed to die.

“Four more, my demon.” He says in my ear.

Seven whips.

Three sevens on my ass.

I try to disassociate from the pain and what is happening to my body but every time that whip snaps, I crash right back into the agony. He’s splitting me apart from the inside while his brother breaks me apart on the outside.

Two more hits.

I can feel the blood flowing freely down my back now and I want to moan in relief when Raiden pulls out of me. His cock is red with my blood and I choke on a sob.

The whip digs into my back again and I fight the black that’s closing in, I won’t pass out.

“She’s tough.” Torrent breathes like he’s in awe. Fucking cunt.

“She is.” Raiden answers. “One more, Demon.” He says to me.

“You better pray you kill me first, Raiden.” I lift my head, my snot flowing over my chin, and my tears salty in my mouth. “Because I will kill you the first chance I get.”

Kenny laughs loudly at my words and continues filming our torture.

Raiden’s eyes widen a fraction as I hear that crack and my back ignites with the torture. I can’t fight the blackness this time and let myself succumb to the bliss of the pain-free numbness.

Chapter Twenty-Four

Tempest

“I’m so sorry.” I hear a deep voice breaking through my unconscious bliss.

I groan as pain floods me from all over, my shoulders, my back, and between my legs.

“I didn’t want this,” a male sobs, “I would’ve never hurt you.”

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