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A Rite of Passage (Lord DreamCrusher x [B M T H])

By some sheer stroke of luck, Mira was able to wrap her slender fingers around the steel leg of a fold-out table. One hand grabbed it and she tugged herself forward, her other hand quickly joining it as her fingers formed a vice grip around the metal. She was trying to kick her legs at them, unable to get out of their grasp until Elias finally dropped her leg. She pulled her knee upwards and then attempted to kick back, her flailing doing nothing other than causing minor discomfort for the struggling woman as Karsten held his death grip on her ankle. "Let me go!" Mira demanded again, trying to yank her body upwards before she cried out at the impact of Elias' kick against her side.

Fuck! Her grip loosened on the steel for a short second, her body inching backwards at Karsten tugged at her. No, no, no. Another trio of yelps came from the poor girl as Elias dropped his foot against her back and made her entire body crack under the pressure. Nothing was damaged but it hurt like a bitch. She whimpered out, still trying to pull herself up. The pain hurt, there were tears now lapping at the corners of her eyes as she sucked in a breath through clenched teeth. "Stop!" Mira wasn't relenting but she was clearly feeling everything that Elias was doing to her. Her knuckles turned white as she held on, her sweaty palms twisting against the leg as Elias lowered himself to try and pry her fingers off of it one by one.

The punch did it.

Mira cried out. "No!" Her fingers lost their grip and almost as soon as her hands fell from the table leg, she was being dragged backwards once again by Karsten. She was jerking and writhing in his grip, trying to kick him off of her furiously.
 
The kick she launched when Elias let go struck Karsten squarely in the arm and forced a grunt of pain but even still he didn't let go, instead shouting at Elias for allowing it to happen. Still when his swift delivery of kicks and that punch managed to do the trick of loosening her hold Karsten was quick to grab both her ankles in an effort to prevent her from kicking him again. Her writhing was still troublesome all the same though and as Elias trailed the two of them he leaned down and shot his hands to the base of her neck, both helping shove her backwards but also starting to weaken her as his grip tightened and started to cut off both her oxygen supply and the flow of blood through the vessels in the sides of her neck.

"The more you fucking fight the worse it is gonna get for you." Pent up aggression seeped from Elias' lips like venom and finally they were able to drag her back to the bunks where they wanted her. They couldn't really do much to her on one of the small bunks but all the same they were out of the way here as Karsten switched his attention from pulling Mira and instead to reaching around and unfastening her pants as he knelt over top her and out of the range of her flailing legs. Elias' hands remained in place as he worked to strangle her, forcing her to stare into his eyes as he savored the innate fear that asphyxiation brought. He wouldn't knock her out if he could help it but he planned to bring her to the brink, as close as he could manage before finally giving her some freedom to refill her lungs.
 
Mira was flailing, her body jerking each and every way she could manage as her arms remained outstretched and she continued to desperately try (and fail) to grab at anything she could get her little hands on. A couple of her nails snapped, the length cracking down to the quick as she tried to claw at the hard floor she was being dragged on. "No! Stop!!!" The terror that caused a tremble in her voice also made her fight back like a hellcat to, unfortunately, no avail. "Let me go!!" The shrill voice was met with Elias' hands, his fingers coiling around her dainty neck as he cut off her air supply.

She could feel her head almost instantly swell from the lack of blood flow. Mira gasped, her arms now curling back as her fingers wrapped around Elias' forearms. Her grip was weak as her face reddened. Her kicking grew more intense for a short second but then turned into her body wriggling as she tried to pry Elias' hands off of her neck. It felt like her entire body was dropped once Karsten let go of her ankles and almost instantly her knees curled up as she tried to push herself up. Mira's body was reacting to the asphyxiation like a fish out of water as she struggled to try and pull Elias' hands from her neck. Her mouth gaped open and she tried to draw in a breath while staring up at Elias with tears in her eyes, panicked as she was physically unable to draw in air. The room was growing dark, black spots flooding into her peripheral vision as her nails hopelessly raked against his wrists. Mira could feel her face swelling as her lungs burned and her head spun.

Everything seemed to fade into static, Mira was on sensory overload but couldn't feel anything other than the rush of blood pulsing within her brain. Her eyes unlocked from Elias' and rolled back into her head. The room was black, for no more than a split second Mira had lost consciousness. Her body fell limp against the floor as her hands dropped from Elias' wrists. His grip loosened around her neck and suddenly Mira gasped, her pained lungs now filling with air that burned her windpipe.

Her eyelids never shut and the fiery pupils that were now pins once again glared up at Elias as her entire body bucked. Karsten's hands were at her waist, the button of her jeans already undone and the zipper halfway down. Her sudden jerk only served to assist Karsten in getting the zipper to come down completely. Mira was dizzy, her body weak as her arms pushed out in front of her once again as if to push at Elias but she completely missed him. "Help me, please," She was now pleading with the man who still had his hands resting against her bruising neck as if he wasn't leering down at her vulnerable frame and partaking in the debauchery that was about to come down on the poor girl.
 
As her fingers raked against the skin of Elias' arm his grin only grew wider and his eyes fluttered a bit in enjoyment, taking satisfaction from his own pain as well as her own it would seem. The red lines upon his forearms didn't quite manage to break the skin for the most part but a few of her shattered nails tore sharper like razors and the lines they drew began to slowly ooze sickly red as she hurt him superficially. "Mmm you know how to get me in the mood. Don't worry, I'll repay all the pain you cause me and more. Nothing in life is more satisfying than watching the agony seep through another's being. But ah, don't want you passing out on us just yet." As he released his grip on her neck and she gasped for air he still just stared at her with perverse interest, committing to memory every detail of what he saw and heard from her during these moments of torment.

Meanwhile Mira's movements unintentionally assisted Karsten in working to remove her jeans, his efforts tugging the zipper all the way down so he could hook his fingers around the waistline and begin pulling them down in earnest. If she was wearing underwear he'd work to remove that too, clothing was just a hindrance from this point forward and she'd soon learn just how vulnerable and exposed one could feel in their bare skin. The pleas she offered Elias were delicious to his ears and he chuckled softly, his voice quiet and sweet but in a manner that was decidedly dangerous and twisted. "No, you are going to help us instead; all of us. I can't wait to sample your screams and to see that pretty face dripping with tears. You won't disappoint me will you? After all we have given you such an opportunity to prove yourself. You only have to make it through a few weeks, maybe a month if we get really attached. Day in, day out of servicing our cocks or accepting our abuses. Nothing allows the stress to melt away like beating down on a helpless little girl like you. Heh, maybe after this we will tie you up in the bathroom and make you our own little toilet. But, I'm getting ahead of myself now."

Seeing as how she was clearly dazed from his strangulation Elias figured he could pause from keeping her down in order to start working on his own clothing, hands sliding to to zipper of his black jeans and slowly tugging it downward without rushing in the slightest. He was the type to savor the fear and suffering of his victim whereas Karsten was more the quick and dirty type. The bearded man's goal was to remove the bottom half of her clothing as quickly as possible so he could get to having his fun, he was less elegant in his approach to torment but no less effective in his own right. "You talk too much, should focus more on what's in front of you." That was all he said in a grunting fashion of disdain but Elias was used to such things and brushed it off without much concern. Instead he pulled his zipper down to the base and took a few moments to unbutton his boxer beneath before fishing out his cock and balls. At the moment he was not quite near erection but his uncut length seemed to be of fair size as it was steadily growing from the ecstasy inherit of the situation they were in. His balls were a bit on the large size and, although he clearly trimmed up the hair of his groin to some extent, he still had a fair amount of coarse black hairs extending from the wrinkled flesh of his sack and around the base of his shaft.

"You'll learn to love the abuse. Soon enough you'll be begging for us to fuck you at all hours of the day, pleading to be spanked until your ass is raw, but in the meantime I sure as hell am not going to trust you to not bite." And with that he reached to a small black leather bag on the bunk to his left and fished out a leather strap with a metal ring, a gag that would be fitted in her mouth so that she couldn't close down. They'd be able to have their fun and she'd not be able to stop them, though first he had to get it into her mouth. "Open wide fucktoy."
 
Mira's entire body seemed to flop against the floor in one disorganized jerk as Karsten yanked her jeans and panties down to her mid thigh in one smooth motion. She tried to curl her legs back up to try and stop him but he continued yanking, tearing back at the fabric that held tightly to her calves. There were no shoes or socks to resist the tugging of her pants - she had kicked them both off when she flopped onto the hotel bed in a drunken daze only a few hours prior. As her legs pulled out from beneath her once again, Mira tried to push herself up but Karsten simply pushed her back down to the ground with one shove against the small of her back. Mira cried out again, her eyelids tightening at his comment on focusing on what was in front of her.

The weight of her situation was heavily pressing down on her... or was that Karsten's foot holding her squirming body down as the last bit of leg from her pants rolled over her ankle and off of her feet? Mira was hyperventilating as she gasped for air and felt the room swirling and imploding around her. "A few weeks, maybe a month." This was a nightmare. All Mira had wanted to do was nerd out over music with her favorite band, talk gear and discuss the intricacies of modulating time signatures. She had gotten that for a few hours, completely naive to what the men actually had in mind for her. The girl had even challenged Karsten to a bass-off! He watched how her fingers danced along the fat neck of the fret board with an eyebrow cocked, had he considered her on her knees in that moment? Mira felt a swell of nausea rise in her chest but all that bubbled upwards in her throat was another sob.

Elias' musk reached her nose before her eyes flung back open and her head recoiled. The ring gag glinted beneath the inset lighting of the tour bus and before Mira could respond, Elias had his hand cupping her chin as he dug his fingers into her cheeks. Mira's teeth clamped down and her jew clenched tightly as her lips pressed together. Elias was trying to feed the metal ring into her mouth, sliding it against her lips as he continued trying to pry her jaw open. The pressure hurt, she could feel the inside of her mouth scraping against her straight white teeth. Still, she persisted. He was not going to get into her mouth by just shoving his fingers against her cheeks. He adjusted the hand that was holding the gag, now trying to squeeze his pointer and middle finger between her tightly shut lips. He was able to wedge the tips of his fingers into her mouth and began pressing them against her teeth. Mira felt like her teeth were going to snap from the pressure he was applying and slowly but surely he managed to wedge his two fingers between her jaw. As soon as his fingers slid between her teeth, Mira went to bite down on his fingertips. Elias snapped his hand back and immediately threw a punch against the poor girl's cheek bone. Mira cried out, her jaw finally loosening. The fingers that were digging into her cheeks immediately thrust into her mouth, forcing her to bite down against the inside of her cheek as he shoved the ring gag into her mouth.

Mira could taste the blood coming from her mouth where her teeth cut the inside of her cheeks. She let out an incoherent profanity as she tried to jerk her head back as Elias fastened the gag around her head.
 
Feisty till the end, Mira wasn't giving in as she struggled against Elias and his attempts to gag her. Still she couldn't hold out forever under his brutality and another punch was all he needed to wedge the metal ring into place so he could wrap those leather straps around and buckle it tightly around her head. Ultimately it caused even more harm upon the poor woman but he didn't care in the slightest, she'd bleed a lot more before everything was said and done. "This is only the beginning of your discomfort. You are nothing compared to us, your only value is what entertainment we can take from your flesh in one way or another. Get used to it." His hand gripped her head and forced her to look straight ahead as he stroked his shaft the remaining distance to full mast. Elias was decently well-endowed, nothing monstrous in terms of length but he did appear to be fairly thick. With each tug upon his length she could watch the hood of his foreskin pull back to reveal the pink crown even further, he was going to fuck her mouth and there was nothing she could do to stop it.

Meanwhile Karsten had succeeded in his mission of stripping her lower half, revealing her wonderfully round ass which his hands immediately sank into with a firm grip. After a few experimental gropes he took a moment to spread her cheeks apart and inspect her holes, that tight puckered backdoor was just as tempting to him as were the feminine folds below. "Damn good ass though, gonna have fun with this." Suddenly the man shifted his right hand downward and thrust his pointer and middle finger into her pussy without much concern, the rough motion sinking into her in one go as he felt around and tested the waters so to speak. They didn't give a shit about how much she'd enjoy this but they did care about their own satisfaction and a dry hole wouldn't suit them very much. That said, he knew how to make her body betray her if necessary and should he find things lacking then she'd feel his fingers withdraw only to begin rubbing along the exterior of her lower lips with plenty of gentle focus upon her clitoris in an attempt to get her suitably wet.

Being assaulted from both angles wasn't easy of course, nothing about this was meant to be easy for her to handle, but Elias wasn't about to wait for Karsten in order to have his own fun. Once he felt his shaft was turgid enough he shifted forward a bit more on his knees to bring it up to her face proper, rubbing against her cheeks and forehead a little before seeking his prize. Right hand holding her head steady, his left hand gripped the base of his shaft and lined it up to the opening of her gag before slowly pushing inward, he didn't want to go too fast because he wanted her to despair in agony over being powerless to stop him. "Such a good girl you are keeping your mouth open wide for me, it's clear you want to suck my dick. Of course, silly me, I forgot to take a shower and wash off all the sweat from yesterdays show but you can help me with that."
 
A symphony of horrified groans and whines came from the ring gag, a small trail of saliva already appearing at the corner of her gaping mouth as her eyes seemed to widen even more from fear. Her nose crinkled and her head shook from side to side rapidly as she tried to pull her head back from Elias as his cock neared her face. Her focus was solely on the daunting cock pointed directly at her. Mira was trying to wind herself backwards despite Elias' grip of her head and when Karsten's hands forced themselves onto her bare, shapely ass, she let out a cry that caused a small bit of spittle to crest over her lips. In this position, her back bowed so that her spine curved upwards just beneath the small of her back but as soon as Karsten's large fingertips dug into her skin, she immediately tried to move her body in an effort to conceal any bit of her sex. Karsten's grasp on her cheeks didn't allow her to move much at all and when her cheeks spread apart, she let out another screech.

The air felt ice cold against her and her already tensed body seemed to tense even more. Karsten could see her rosebud tighten under his gaze and as soon as his fingers slid into her cunt, she bucked once again. Mira tried to verbalize her discontent but there was no ability to form legitimate words as her tongue rolled in her mouth and more spit continued to slowly trail down the corner of her mouth. Her slick folds had tightened, contracting almost painfully around Karsten's fingers as he allowed his pointer and middle finger to explore her depths. She was naturally lubricated but not enough to make a forced experience enjoyable for anybody. In fact, his fingers hurt but it was made worse by his gentle rubbing. It didn't feel good but her body was going to react to it whether she wanted it to or not.

Despite this, her cries continued as her eyes kept their gaze locked on the terrifying cock in front of her. The closer it got, the more she could smell not only the sweat and dirt from the evening prior but his natural musk as well. There was nowhere to escape to, Mira couldn't simply tear backwards to get away from him but she also couldn't pull forward to escape Karsten's invading touches. She still continued to shake her head, trying to move it out of the way but Elias had a good grasp on her and she wasn't going to escape any of this. The moment his cock slid into her mouth, her tongue pressed against the tip of it and she tried to push it out with the wet muscle. It didn't work, Elias' cock simply pushed upwards and over her tongue as she tried to force it out. Her eyes closed as her brows furrowed and her entire face scrunched up as she felt the smooth skin grow sticky with her own saliva. Her chin quivered against the force of the gag and no matter how she tried to turn her head, she couldn't get away form his invading member. Then it touched the back of her mouth, pressing against the entrance to her throat. The small girl gagged, her body's reflex trying to expel it from her throat before it had even entered it. A slew of muffled words came from her chest as she continued fighting, unwilling to give up.
 
Elias groaned to give voice to his pleasure as his shaft slowly pushed into Mira's mouth, of course it would only feel better without the ring gag in the way but for now he was much enjoying the torment she was being put through. Sensing her throat tense up as she gagged slightly he pulled back just a touch, instead working to being a slow pace of pulling back and thrusting inward while leaving her throat alone for the time being. "Yes keep making those vibrations and gagging to squeeze me more, make it good for me." His right hand slapped alongside the left side of her face as he said this, not hitting too hard compared to his punches and kicks but the pain of his open hand was nothing to scoff at. All the while Karsten began to see the signs of his stimulation paying off as a small trickle of moisture flowed out from between her smooth lips and soaked into his fingers, he figured that was enough for the time being since surely her pussy would only grow wetter once he got inside.

With that in mind his fingers left her sex and worked to unfasten his pants, opting to pull them down completely with his underwear rather than leave them on. During his movements she would feel the hair of his beard brush over the small of her back and her exposed behind a few times but with a few grunts of exertion he was ready to begin his fun. Unable to move her head much thanks to Elias she'd only be able to feel the warm shaft settle into the valley of her ass, rubbing a few times as his hands groped and squeezed deep once more upon her generous backside. "Hope your inside is as good as your outside, guess we'll find out." Pinning her down with his weight Karsten then proceeded to search for his mark and after a moment or two she'd feel the tip of his rigid length press against her folds only to be shoved inward with just as little care as his fingers had. His deep and rugged voice growled as he savored the warm wetness that wrapped around his length and he could feel satisfied that she was nice and tight, his cock stretching her just right as per his tastes in any case. Much like Elias he was decently well endowed though nothing her body couldn't handle, she'd discover all their differences sooner than she'd ever like to at this rate.
 
Mira's body was mostly held down thanks to Elias' grip on her head and Karsten's wavering grip on her lower body. Her head had been jerking back, trying to get out of the line of fire from Elias' cock even though all her efforts managed to do was essentially impale her own head against his cock over and over again as he'd hold her in place. His cock slid over her tongue, grazed her cheeks and curved upwards to thrust against her soft palate as he explored the inside of her wet mouth. Drool continued to seep from her, a tendril of saliva now hanging and swaying from her chin as she tried to pull away. This act carried on furiously until she felt Karsten's cock fall between her ass cheeks.

The struggling woman never stopped trying to pull her body from the two men that knelt at either side of her but her writhing returned almost instantly back to bucking. The desperation for escape seething from the poor girl as Mira tried to get away from Karsten's cock. His fingers were horrible but this was so, so, so much worse. The use of his cock changed this entire scenario from sexual assault to actual rape. Mira was screaming, her words lost against both Elias' cock and her gaping mouth. Her tongue was twitching along the underside of Elias' cock and her response to Karsten's assault lead her to giving Elias exactly what he had asked of her. Mira tried to get away, her hands raising in front of her as she tried to shove Elias away. Then she felt it.

Karsten's cock found her entrance and he slid between her slick folds and bottomed out against her cervix, the tip of his cock kissing her barrier. Mira began thrashing now, every inch of her body jerking and her legs kicking out as she tried to get them to stop. Her muffled cries and screams fell upon deaf ears as they continued their assault but she didn't stop. Her cunt contracted around Karsten, her walls tightening to the point that Karsten would feel her squeeze him as tightly as possible.
 
"Mmm fuck yeah, feels so much better when you struggle. Course it would feel better if you were trying to...ahh...please us but that's not the point." Elias was all too happy with the effect that Karsten's penetration had upon her, she certainly didn't like having his dick in her mouth but getting fucked was a bit different in truth. Groaning from the pleasure he did his best to deal with her thrashing and hold her down, though Karsten was better able to manage that with his added weight and positioning, and after a few moments he decided he was done playing nice to her. As the warm wetness coated his cock, no doubt the blood from biting her cheek mixing in with the copious amounts of saliva that she was drooling out thanks to the ring gag, Elias started to push deeper at this point and shove the tip of his length right into the opening of her throat. The taste of his sweaty manhood was obviously unpleasant but being made to deepthroat him was again yet another step beyond that, Mira would have to deal with many more of these 'steps' during her time under their care if she couldn't manage to escape.

"You are gonna take it all slut. Can't wait to feel these balls resting against your chin." His continued insults weren't really going anywhere but Elias was more of unfocused rage and less of a planned assault kind of guy. Karsten on the other hand thought a lot more than he spoke and as he felt the depths of her pussy wrap around his cock he groaned out nice and deep, his progress only halted by the opening of her cervix which he could feel plainly. "That's a tight fuckin' cunt alright. I like this one." Wasting no time he leaned down hard onto her back and got to work, pulling his shaft back until only an inch or two remained and then slamming back inward only to feel his head pound at her womb. It was slightly uncomfortable to him but far overshadowed by the bliss he felt as she clenched tightly and provided him such an incredible hole. Again and again he thrust into her depths with only a modest speed but plenty of power, making every stroke count as she groans continued to rise in volume.
 
A sob bubbled up from Mira's throat as she proceeded to struggle against the two nefarious men that had sandwiched her between them. Her body would thrash if she was able to gain the traction to do so but otherwise was held down in place as she cried and screamed and tried to fight off their unrelenting assault. The cock in her mouth pushed forward, Elias' comment barely reaching the panicking woman's ears as the head of his cock pressed against the entrance to her throat. Her entire body had tensed up and when he first tried to push into her throat, he'd be met with a violent gag as she tried to buck her head backwards. It took a few tries but he was finally able to push the head of his cock back and enter the tight crevice. Mira gagged once again, her entire body retching dryly against Elias' cock. Her saliva thickened, the mucus coating his cockhead as he slowly slid himself even further into her throat, fucking the tight, wet hole. Mira's handcuffed hands were pushing against Elias' thighs as the distress from lack of breathing built up. Each time he'd pull out, Mira would gasp before her throat would become stuffed once again. She couldn't scream or cry anymore. Instead, her throat would vibrate as she'd make little humming sounds that were in sync with the sloppy wet sounds her throat was making.

Behind her, Karsten fucked her hard, her cunt growing wetter with every thrust as he pounded into her forcefully over and over again. Each thrust made her body rock forward, her face moving closer and closer to Elias' pelvis until she was finally shoved hard enough from both ends. Her nose pressed against Elias, her sweaty forehead pressed into his body as his wet balls settled onto her chin and she gagged on his cock. Her tongue was writhing, massaging the underside of his cock as she continued to feel Karsten pounding harder and harder into her. Her thighs trembled as her slick cunt remained taut. Mira's tense body only caused the poor girl more pain as she scratched and jerked against the ministrations of her favorite band.
 
Minutes passed as they fucked her from both ends, her tense muscles and struggling efforts only bringing further pleasure to them and further pain to herself. With as rough as they were being to her they couldn't really make it last too long but honestly they didn't care, this was about them and their enjoyment to which they were taking plenty of from her beautiful body. Karsten and Elias managed to work out something of a rhythm between them that saw them thrusting into her at nearly the same time, which only furthered the pressure and intensity of their efforts, and soon enough it was clear that they were nearing their limits.

The first clue was the splash of salty precum that smeared across her tongue, leaking from Elias's tip at an increasingly steady rate, however the other signs were there as well. Shortness of breath, longer and deeper groans, and of course the manner in which they both started to grow more erratic with their attentions as they pounded into her. Their pace quickened as the pressure built within them both and, after a flurry of rapid thrusts, they hilted themselves into her one after the other and groaned out their satisfaction. The first spurt of Elias's shaft delivered his seed straight down her throat, uncomfortable but at least she didn't really taste it, but after a few seconds of enjoying her throat squeezing around him he pulled back enough that she could breathe once more which also meant that the ropes of cum were now filling her mouth and falling squarely upon her tongue. Meanwhile Karsten's length throbbed deep in her pussy and his balls clenched tightly against her lips as they worked to drain their contents. His tip pressed hard against her already battered womb as, time and time again, his jets of hot cum flowed into her.

All in all they were plenty satisfied for the moment, at least sexually, and once they had finally finished savoring their releases both men pulled their wet cocks from her holes in order to better inspect the aftermath of their new toy. Karsten was the first to speak as he shifted to spread her ass with his hands and watch the remnants of his orgasm trickle out of her pussy. "Fuck that's a tight cunt. Can't wait to try the ass later. Volker did good with this one." Elias tugged on Mira's hair as he angled her head upwards and forced her to present her mouth to him so that he could see his cum upon her tongue but also so that she couldn't angle her head down in attempt to drain it out. "Fuck yeah she's a fun one. Now swallow that load bitch. You better not fucking waste any of our cum you hear?"
 
Neither of the men lasted all too long but for Mira, it felt like an eternity. Her throat continued to make wet suckling noises each time Elias' cock broke through the entrance to her throat. Her neck bulged each time he shoved his cock into her and the thick mucus coming from her mouth simply added to the erotic scene as she struggled not to gag. Every now and again she would bodily retch, making her insides quake around both Elias and Karsten. Mira's nails continued trying to scratch at Elias' thighs but her intention wasn't to hurt him anymore, it was simply out of self preservation as she tried to shove him back from her throat while she continued to flail about.

Behind her, Karsten had begun stuffing her completely with his own load. She could feel the warmth of every spurt splatter against her cervix as he coated her insides with his seed and groaned above her, his hips slamming against her ass cheeks while her body shook uncontrollably in his grasp. Mira was wasting all of her energy, her struggles never ceasing as the two men painfully ravaged her. Her tongue twitched and jerked the moment Elias shot the first half of his load down her throat before forcing her to taste him. Karsten now pulled out, a wet stream of cum slowly trailing out of her cunt as he spread her apart to look at how battered her tight cunt was. There was a visceral cry from the girl as her wrecked body seemed to stumble forward slightly before her head was jerked up. Her tongue was working diligently to try and get the cum out of her mouth despite Elias' vague threat but with her gaping lips and her head now pulled backwards, the viscous liquid trailed down the back of her writhing tongue and slid effortlessly down her throat before she let out a gagging sound and then swallowed. Another whimper came from her after she swallowed.

Mira flinched any time either Karsten or Elias would make any sort of movement. Mira was holding onto hope that this was just some sort of sick fantasy of the two men and now that they had finished, she'd be let free. Even still, that sense of hope was fleeting and the terrified look in her eyes didn't falter as she stared up at Elias.
 
Elias smiled wider when she did finally swallow and he let go of her head at that point, giving her freedom from both of their touches for the time being. The two men took this time to fix their clothing back into place, Karsten pulling up his pants and boxers while Elias carefully tucked his cock and balls back inside the fly of his pants. They didn't feel any more desire to fuck her right now but that didn't mean her torture was finished. "All you sure you don't want a go with her right now?" Karsten's gravelly voice called out to the men relaxing further up the bus and was responded to with shakes of the head and Volker saying casually. "Go ahead and break her in. We will be fine for now."

That seemed to mean something as Elias and Karsten stood and stared down at Mira as she lay upon the floor. Sharing a shrug between them Karsten would bend down and grasp the woman by hooking his arms beneath her own as he lifted her up in an effort to hold her tightly against his chest. All the while Elias rolled his shoulders and stretched out his muscles with anticipation and the situation would start to become clearer. Breaking her in meant more than just rape, it meant abuse as well and these two men were the ones who favored such tactics the most. The men of Ethereal had learned that a new capture was prime for efforts to escape so it made sense to hamper her as much as possible. True that rough sex could make her physically sore and mentally drained but a few extra bruises would further help to prevent her from moving quickly or with much strength in the days to come and eventually she'd be cowed enough that the brutal measures would no longer be needed, though that didn't mean they wouldn't still happen either.

Elias balled his fists and delivered a solid uppercut straight into Mira's stomach, intending to knock the wind from her in addition to the pain. The his left fist jabbed at her sternum in a lighter strike before he capped things off with a harsh slap across her left cheek that echoed and rang out loud all through the bus with as much force as he had put into it. Elias couldn't help but shake his hand to ward off the tingling feeling but he had already proven himself one who enjoyed giving and receiving pain. Unlike his earlier efforts to constantly insult and tease her though Elias was strangely quiet now as he focused on his work and the bliss of her suffering took all of his attention to savor.
 
Mira was no more than a heap on the floor, her body trembling from fear as cum slowly trailed from her slit, making her cunt and inner upper thighs glisten from the abuse. She was breathing heavily, her entire body covered in sweat, as she turned her head to look up at Elias who's feet were still planted just before her. There was an intimidating moment of silence after Volker responded. Although it was short, it was long enough for Mira to agonize over what Volker may have meant by his comment. What had he meant by breaking her in? Hadn't they already done that? Mira may not have been naive but she genuinely couldn't figure out how else they may have been able to torture her. Her first mistake was not assuming that these men were far more wicked than she could have ever imagined. They had already raped her, wasn't that the worst that they could have done?

Karsten's arms wrapped beneath her armpits and easily lifted her body up off of the floor. Mira screamed out, her legs kicking out as she tried to become dead weight against Karsten's hold while still squirming. He didn't seem to have any issue holding up her naked, flailing body as she watched on in horror as Elias stretched his muscles out. Now that she was facing Elias, he'd be able to see just how much he'd wrecked her so far. Her face was sticky and glistening from the copious amounts of saliva that has already come from her mouth and throat. A few tendrils hung from her chin, coating her chest. Her hair was also a mess, the black tresses wild and untamed around her. She was shouting something wholly incoherent as she tugged and writhed from Karsten but her cries grew temporarily silent as soon as Elias landing a fist against her stomach. She gasped, her entire body recoiling into itself as her legs curled upwards, leaving Karsten with the need to hold her body in place as her feet left the ground.

There was a desperate sound coming from Mira's chest as she tried and failed to suck any air into her lungs. The punch to her sternum fixed that, though. As soon as Elias' fist connected with her chest she let out a scream. Her legs kicked upwards as she tried to kick the sadistic man while flinching back and crying with every attack he landed on her vulnerable body. Karsten may have been restraining her small body but she was still trying to fight back, her struggling body still flailing against his.
 
As she began to struggle in Karsten's arms he did his best to squeeze tighter and not allow her an avenue of escape. Of course her hands were tightly bound but the fact that her ankles yet remained free only further provided her the means to flail and thrash about as she attempted, and succeeded, at striking Elias before her. A heavy impact pounded into the man's left arm as her right foot hit through sheer luck and determination. Still he winced and stepped back a few paces before shuddering at the sensation. "Oh that one felt good but I've still got to be able to play tomorrow so you need to cut that shit out. Karsten? A hand?"

With a little roll of the eyes, which she of course wouldn't see, Karsten shifted his grip as best he could despite her squirming and managed to coil his left arm around her neck, squeezing and pulling his forearm and bicep into her throat as he cut off her oxygen for the second time today. Slowly and steadily he held his grip despite her attempts to get away and by the time that her movements began to slow and falter Elias moved in for a few more punches at her midsection. The core was the strongest part of the body and with it weakened the she'd have a much more difficult time of resisting them. As soon as the first few punches landed Karsten would relax his hold on her neck enough to allow her to breathe but he felt assured that he had been successful for the moment in sapping her strength and energy yet again. This would continue for a few minutes or until Elias seemed satisfied that he had drained all the fight out of her for the time being.
 
Her foot made contact with Elias' firm body but Mira's attacks didn't cease until Karsten's arm wrapped around her neck, tightening around her so that she could no longer breathe. The way he held her now was uncomfortable but that was the least of her worries as her restrained arms rose to grab at the arm suffocating her. Just as she had done with Elias, she began digging her nails into Karsten's arm and scratched at him desperately, tearing at his skin as her legs continued to kick out and she squirmed against his grasp. Her body slipped down slightly in his hold and suddenly she felt the blood rushing to her head. His choke hold was now cutting off circulation to her brain. Her peripheral vision immediately cut out and she felt like her head was swelling. Mira's feet stopped kicking while her eyes grew even wider than they were before. She was staring at Elias but she couldn't actually see him. The room was spinning, everything fell to static.

Another punch flew into her stomach and Mira's body crumpled in Karsten's grip, her hands falling from his forearm as she tried weakly to fend off the attack. She was flinching back, a gargled cry coming from the battered woman with each punch. Just as she was about to reach unconsciousness, a rush of air filled her lungs and she would gasp loudly as her body would straighten out. Breathing lasted no more than a few seconds before Karsten would tighten his arm around her neck again. Her arms didn't return to his forearm, instead they swung out weakly to try and stop the punches from landing against her core.

By the fourth time they repeated the process of beating her and choking her, Mira was outright sobbing and her body had grown limp in Karsten's arms. She'd flinch and her body could curl back from every punch but her arms were barely doing anything to try and protect her anymore. Her wet face was scrunched up and she was shaking uncontrollably.
 
Unlike Elias, Karsten did not enjoy pain and the scratching at his arms caused him to curse her loudly. "Faen ta deg du jævlig dritt!" Still he managed to keep his grip despite her retaliation and together the two men were able to beat on her over and over again, alternating between strangulation and punches to her chest and midsection. Four times they cycled through this system of punishment before she was truly unable to defend herself any longer and with that Karsten was the one to put an end to it. "That should be enough for now. Let your fists rest and help me get her down." Elias paused as if hungry for more but he slowly relaxed and nodded. "I guess so. Was just getting warmed up though." To which Karsten quickly matched. "She isn't going anywhere, you have time."

Together they finally provided Mira with the break she so desperately needed as they lowered her battered body back down onto the bunk bed she had been resting in the first place. The chain connecting her bound wrists was hooked into place above her head by a simple and sturdy metal piece that locked adjacent to the wall and prevented her from wriggling free from it, meanwhile the ring gag was removed from around her head and pulled out of her mouth but it was replaced by a muzzle gag instead. The soft leather strapped around and over her disheveled head and settled into place to allow her to keep her mouth closed yet it hampered her from speaking or making too much noise. Not that they cared about hearing her so much but it was a measure to prevent people outside from learning she was in there. At this point they'd leave her with a simple warning, though it was unclear if she could even really hear them. "Learn your place and we'll lessen the beatings."
 
Mira didn't speak Norwegian but Karsten's native language seemed to terrify the woman. They'd be able to communicate without her even knowing what to expect. Not that it would have mattered - Mira had no control over anything that was happening and at this point she was probably better off not understanding certain things that would be said. The beaten woman was sobbing, her entire body shaking uncontrollably as her head hung limply and her body grew to be dead weight the further they attacked her. Tendrils of drool swayed from her mouth, some catching onto her chest while others swayed out with every punch Elias landed against her small frame. Whimpers and cries continued to come from her as her body jerked back but there was no longer any fight that she was giving back to the men. She couldn't protect herself.

There were no thoughts coursing through her brain, the pain of her entire situation completely numbed her mind. Her eyes were barely open, the narrow slits closing tightly each time Elias' fist made contact with her naked body. Each punch made her grow weaker and weaker. When they finally ended the abuse, Mira could barely even hear what they were saying. She was entirely out of it and dizzy with pain. Karsten moved her but Mira could barely even feel the floor of the tour bus against her small feet. Her toes curled as they dragged her along and she lifted her knees slightly but other than that her limbs moved loosely, her light weight easy to manhandle. They had no issue with placing her back in the bunk and restraining her. Even when they removed the gag from her mouth, all they would get from her was a pained, elongated moan before they quieted her with the muzzle. The straps bit into her cheeks and her eyes closed as she cried. It hurt to move, it hurt to breathe. There was nothing she could do to stop this.

The seconds felt like minutes as Mira rested uncomfortably on the bunk, her body seething in pain. Muffled cries came from the battered woman, her voice barely making it out into the lounge area of the bus as she hyperventilated, her nostrils flailing with every raspy breath. The chains between her wrists clashed together; the sound of them jiggling together became a constant white noise as Mira shook uncontrollably. She wanted to scream for help but as her lips parted and she sucked in a breath, the leather muzzle pressed tightly into her lips as a reminder that she wouldn't be able to scream loud enough for help.

Mira sobbed for the rest of the trip. Beneath her, the small cot and thin mattress shuddered alongside the engine of the tour bus. Had things been different, the sensation would have lulled her to sleep. In this instance, it kept her eyes peeled open as she turned her body so that her back was facing the wall and her front side faced the micro corridor of the mobile home. Her arms were still held upwards and her fingers were exploring the locking mechanism that they had entwined her cuffs into. There was a lock that she wasn't able to pry open, no matter how hard her fingers worked over the clasp. After a few hours of painfully settling in to the bunk, Mira began screaming. Her body jerked about the cot as she kicked against the wall of the tour bus. Even though she was muzzled, the guys would still be able to hear her forced cries. It was no more than fifteen minutes into her tantrum that the tour bus stopped moving and the engine cut out.

The restrained woman froze, her tense body locking up as her head jerked upwards in an attempt to see her captors. She anticipated them coming down the little hallway to pull her from the bunk. Instead, she heard their voices grow distant and the sound of the tour bus' door opening and then shutting. They had arrived at their next location and the guys were off to prepare for their next show. While they busied themselves with sound check, Mira threw another tantrum. This one was louder and more aggressive as her body flailed around against the thin mattress and her arms jerked and tugged at the restraints holding her in place. She would never be able to get loud enough for someone outside of the tour bus to hear her with the muzzle tightly forced against her lips but that didn't stop her from trying. Even her little kicks against the tour bus wall wouldn't be enough to garner much attention.

Nobody was coming to rescue her. Mira was trapped. She wasn't going to give up hope, though. The pain still throbbed within her tiny body but slowly turned into a dull ache that she was able to deal with if she remained perfectly still. It had been a few hours since the tour bus came to a stop and Mira had worked herself into a frenzy. Her frantic pleas for help were broken up as she'd run out of energy and have to gasp for air through her nose. Mira would rest for a few minutes between her desperate attempts at escape to catch her breath. The brief moments between her thrashing wasn't genuine though, the exhausted woman had run out of energy but continued to fight instead of taking the respite as a chance to close her eyes and get some sleep. She was her own worst enemy at this point and her lack of sleep would make it even harder to fight back when the band returned to her.
 
Of course the members of Ethereal could have just left her there the whole time they went about preparing and performing their show but without food, water, and some chance to move around a bit Mira would hardly remain an appealing toy for long. They were cruel but had no intention of killing her by any means. A few hours after they had stopped and departed from the bus Gunnar would return to check in on her, finding her still trying to squirm and struggle despite her weakness and pain. Closing the door tightly behind him he came back and crouched down beside the bound woman with a bottle of water in one hand and a Clif bar in the other, the packaging indicating it was chocolate brownie flavored. The man's eyes looked over her bound figure and paid most attention to her face as she indeed looked like a mess before he spoke up in a calm and quiet tone that was intended to try and soothe her at least a little bit.

"I came to check in on you before our show tonight. After all I'm sure you are hungry, thirsty, and probably in need of a trip to the bathroom. Don't make this harder than it has to be. I'll let you take these with your own hands and eat under your own power if you don't fight me." He had no intention of doing anything to her right now and genuinely wanted to take care of her in the moment. Although all of the guys weren't good by any means Gunnar was perhaps the nicest one in general, hence why he was the one chosen to come and check on her. Jori was outside and casually leaning against the bus right next to the door just in case but he didn't figure she'd manage to open the door with Gunnar in there so he wasn't all that worried.
 
The sound of the tour bus opening made Mira's thrashing stop. Her little body was covered in sweat and bruises had begun to form against her pale skin, the red blotches forewarning of the deep purple that was going to set in within the next couple of hours. Gunnar's footsteps down the hallway of the bus made Mira flinch back with every step and when he finally came into view, he'd find her body squirming slightly as her eyes stared up at him in horror. She expected him to hurt her and the visible terror that glimmered in her eyes made her fear known. Her pale face turned ghostly white as he stood beside the cot, his body practically hovering over hers. His hands just barely twitched, the water bottle and Clif bar making the slightest of noise. Mira flinched back and her eyes closed tightly, afraid his hands were about to fling towards her vulnerable body and hurt her.

Then Gunnar spoke, his voice surprisingly calm as he vocalized his intentions. At his offer, Mira nodded in agreement. There was no hesitation on her part to agree not to fight him in exchange for water and a bathroom break. The Clif bar, on the other hand, was something she wouldn't be able to stomach. After everything that had already happened, the poor girl was nauseous and wouldn't have been able to bring herself to eat.

Gunnar moved his arms up, Mira flinching back once again, before unclasping them from the hook above her head. He helped her sit up, the movements extremely slow as Mira winced and hissed in pain every few moments until she was finally sitting up. Then he began unbuckling the mask. The moment the leather panel that was pressed over her mouth was peeled from her lips, Mira let out a desperate gasp in an effort to fill her lungs. Her chest heaved as she proceeded to gasp, sucking in every bit of fresh air possible. Taking the bottle of water into her trembling hands, she quickly unscrewed the top and brought it up to her lips, upending the plastic bottle against her mouth and sucking back every last drop. The energy bar remained untouched next to her on the mattress. Looking over at Gunnar, her chin and chest dampened slightly by the little bit of water that missed her mouth from the fraught drinking, her eyes locked into his.

"B-bathroom, please." Mira was still trembling, even her voice shook as she stared up at the large man with nothing but pure fear.
 
Pleased to see that she could calm down enough not to fight him in this moment Gunnar went about unhooking her cuffs from the wall before removing enough of her muzzle to free her mouth, though ultimately it remained on her head since it was going to go back down when they were done here. Mira sucked down the water quickly but ignored the bar which didn't much matter to him for the moment since he knew she would not be feeling great after getting beaten.

When she spoke to ask for the bathroom he offered her his arm for support and shifted so that they could get her up and out of the bunk. "Come on then. It's through the door there." The wooden door she had noticed earlier at the back of the bus. With his help she could slowly get into the room and find that it was actually a decent sized bathroom despite the cramped conditions of the bus in general. It was a weird design to have the entirety of the rear occupied by a bathroom but it allowed for a sink, a toilet, and a small but fair sized shower as well to all be lumped in. There were no windows though to let light in however so it was entirely reliant on the internal power to allow her to see. "I'll wait just outside but don't take too long." Not a threat like what she might expect but more a warning that he had a schedule to keep one way or another.
 
Mira was extremely reliant on Gunnar as she held onto him as best as she could, her entire body sore from the growing bruises across her small frame. She held onto him tightly as they walked slowly towards the bathroom at the back of the tour bus. At one point, Mira's head shifted to look over her shoulder and out towards the lounge area of the tour bus to see if there was any opportunity for escape. The wooden door that segregated the lounge from the entrance of the tour bus was still closed. Mira let out a pained groan and stepped forward, entering the bathroom without so much as a thank you. The door closed behind her and Mira turned around to lock it, only to find that there was no lock.

Fuck.

First things first, Mira quickly made a bee line to the toilet and emptied her bladder with a relieved sigh. Had she been bound in that cot for any longer, she may not have been able to hold it. Carefully adjusting her position, Mira's bound arms moved towards the toilet paper and she awkwardly wiped herself before standing up on uneasy legs. She was just about to flush the toilet but then paused, her head looking over her shoulder at the closed, unlocked door that held Gunnar on the other side. Her eyes then scanned over the oddly spacious bathroom. It was clearly custom built in place of what would have been another small lounge or even a bedroom. The windows had been covered by plaster walls. It was really strange.

Mira moved her hands away from the handle of the toilet, choosing instead to remain quiet. If she flushed, Gunnar would have known she had finished. Mira ran her hands along the wall, carefully walking around the bathroom to examine everything in it. The sense of trepidation was building as she curiously looked throughout the bathroom before her eyes landed on the sink and then rose slightly, looking at the mirror. She stepped in front of it and looked at herself for a moment. The face that looked back at her was a mess. The muzzle gag was still tight around her head but partially loosened, a kindness Gunnar offered her as he provided her with water. There were a few bruises on her face but they didn't compare to the bruises beginning to form across her torso. Her hands rose to her face and she brushed at her cheek, feeling the warm skin that had been soaked with tears.

Her hands balled into fists as she continued to stare at herself. The reflection in the mirror taunted her, her face showing the signs of trauma she'd already endured at the hands of only two men. Two men... while three other watched on without lifting a finger. They're not done with me. What if I don't survive this? Her thoughts twisted as they raced through her mind, growing more and more nefarious as her reflection turned angry. Suddenly, her fists slammed into the mirror, shattering the glass that held her reflection.

Glass shattered into the sink, some remnants falling onto the floor. Mira quickly grabbed for a large shard, gripping it into her fist. The corner of the shard pricked her skin but she was running on adrenaline at this point, the pain not even registering in her hand as she spun around. Her arms were extended as Gunnar shoved the door open in reaction to the loud crash. "Come any closer and I'll fucking slice your throat." Mira's threat was laced with venom as she screamed towards him, slashing the air with the large shard of glass as a warning.
 
Gunnar pulled open the door a moment or two after the loud crash rang out form the bathroom, worrying that she had somehow hurt herself without stopping to consider that the mirror was the only form of glass in the room. He was greeted by a wild Mira as she threatened him with a jagged shard that cut into her palm and was already oozing a bit of blood down the length as she swung at the air between them. Instantly he brought his hands up to indicate that he didn't mean her any harm as he took a step back, the tension in the air palpable.

"Hey, woah. You really are a fiery one." He struggled to choose his words carefully but settled on trying to talk her down first before trying to resort to anything more drastic. Yes she was hurt and unlikely to be able to sustain any physical altercation for long but her weapon posed a threat to them both and he didn't want to get cut or stabbed right before their show. "Stop and think about this for a moment. Jori is right outside and you are hurt, you can't take both of us on. Just drop the shard and let me help bind your hand before you cause permanent damage. I don't like the process of beating women like they do but this? Act like this and there is no hope for you getting out of this intact. Karsten or Elias would literally kill you if they were here to see this, or if Jori or I told them. I don't claim that going through the rite is a pleasant experience, and I'm not going to step aside, but the less you struggle the easier it's going to be for you. Come on, just play along and you'll make it through just fine. Don't make me have to do something I'll regret."

Maybe not the best argument but his face told her that he was speaking the truth. Gunnar wasn't the violent type if he could help it but, one way or another, she would suffer greatly from this attack if she didn't give it up. "Just drop the shard and I won't say a word about this. You broke the mirror on accident and cut your hand, that's all." Of course he was mentally preparing himself for the worst case scenario of she tried to lunge at him but he was hoping it wouldn't come to that.
 
Mira's gaze was locked in on Gunnar, her stance unwavering as she continued to hold out the shard. He didn't seem to want to come near her but she didn't want to pounce on him, either. She was small, she knew that she'd have to be incredibly lucky to even graze the bear of a man that stood before her. He'd be able to overpower her in an instant. Mira stood there, listening to Gunnar as he tried to talk her down from the ledge. Mira's breathing was quavering as she took a tentative step back, still defensively holding the shard of glass that glinted towards Gunnar.

It didn't matter what he said or how he said it, Mira wasn't going to back down. They'd already beaten her and raped her, she had a very clear picture of what these men were capable of. They weren't going to stop just because she put down a potential weapon. They weren't going to believe she accidentally broke the mirror. Nobody could have been that stupid to believe something like that! Especially after what they had done to her. She may have been out of it but it wasn't like you could have mistakenly bumped into the mirror that was placed above the sink.

Mira dug her grave, hopefully only hypothetically, the moment her fist clashed with the reflective glass.

A breath of air withdrew from her lungs, chuffing from her nose audibly as she glared at Gunnar, daring him to step towards her. She remained silent, focused on any and all movement he may make towards her. If he tried to corner her, she'd swing.
 
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