ʙʀᴏᴋᴇɴ ᴘʀᴏᴍɪꜱᴇꜱ ♚ reverie. + verse

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. B Y R O N C  O  L  S  T  A  D ​

❝ She gave him the sound he wanted when he fucked her harder, and then her pussy almost looked like it missed him when he unsheathed. It was wet, still, which he loved, it spoke to the duality of her own sexuality, something that had him convinced she didn't entirely hate this, or at all, if she looked deeper within herself. He could violate her however he wanted, but he did it like this because it made sense, because she wanted it too. Though, sometimes he was left wondering if he trained them to be addicted to it, or if it was within them to begin. In the end, it didn't matter. They had to please him. And he did feel rather pleased when she sat there, between his knees. Her eyes all but crossing to look up at his cock. From here, she looked dwarfed by the monstrous thing, and he thought he saw that little awe in her face, around those smudged eyes. While she paid it a frightened reverence, she looked more at peace now than when he was crushing her cervix. He was sure that wouldn't last. She didn't know that she'd agreed to something impossible. It showed her novice. And the rest of them knew that. Including Keenan who'd winched when she'd taken the deal. Byron clucked with his tongue when she looked down at her breasts, and was starting to realize the folly of her task. Like anyone on any dreadful precipice, Emily Norwood didn't believe it, didn't want to face her limitations, because that meant she'd have to face the consequences of them, too. He drummed his fingers against the back edge of the couch, over which his arms were laid, as he waited like a king for her to get to work. She had to press her torso up at him, and her poor tits did what they could for him, forced by her hands, but they only managed to caress the belly side of his dick. It was the problem with having natural assets - pretty and firm, but not enough surface. The boys behind her started laughing. Byron enjoyed her valiant attempt. It was friction, though not enough, but she smeared herself with her own juices, and mashed herself up against him. The image was humiliating for her, but he quite liked it. So he let her go on for quite a while. "Don't think that's gonna do it." he said but didn't stop her as he looked over her eager but fruitless bouncing. He eventually leaned down and cupped her cheek. "You're a bit daft, aren't you, Em?" he said with a mean pull of the corner of his lips. "I can see you're trying for you life so I'm not mad yet, but you don't wanna get me there either, so how about you get on my lap and get that wet pussy of yours a second round?" he collapsed back again. As casual as he looked, dick out, she'd learned the steep price of keeping Byron Colstad waiting. And to add threat to insult, the ring of boys were closing in on her. The giant limb waited sadistically, standing there, unmilked. ​

 

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❝ Emily knew already before she'd started her attempt to titfuck him that she wouldn't succeed. Not by a long shot. Her tits might be pretty to look at and nice to touch, but they were not meant for this. She realized now that Byron - and probably everyone laughing - had known this when he offered her the deal. She was doomed to fail. And doomed to face the consequences. But she didn't dare stop, not until he told her to. His cock slid easily up and down her bosom, marinading her skin with her juice. This was so fucked up, but at least her back was to the crowd. To Keenan, who she knew was still watching. Or maybe he'd left. . . It didn't really matter. If he hadn't helped her till now, chances were, he wouldn't help her at all. But when Byron eventually did stop her, her blood ran cold and she froze. For a few seconds, she just knelt there with his cock still between her boobs, looking up at him. He could probably see the fear in her eyes when he offended her, but when he suggested that she sat down on his lap to ride him, her eyes widened. She leaned back, releasing her tits from her hold before she turned her head around, as if to see if there was any chance of escaping if she tried to make a run for it - or if she crawled. But those other guys were blocking every path, so even if she managed to get up, someone would catch her before she made it far. Her eyes met Keenan's for a split second before she turned her head around to face Byron. She backed away a little, distancing herself from him, her knees scraping against the floor. "No," she whispered, holding his gaze. Emily would not get on his lap. His cock was not going back into her bruised pussy ever again. "That's not going to happen." Her voice was so low, as if she barely had the courage to say the words, but she had to. ​

 

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. B Y R O N C  O  L  S  T  A  D ​

❝ He couldn't help but chuckle once in a while, at her useless task of trying to get him off. He pretty tits were pushed at him, but they couldn't envelop him. The scene of a the beautiful, small girl trying to please him to no avail, continuing despite obvious failure, at least had his cock ringing with pride and yes, pleasure. But even if she had been a fat titted sow, he had the kind of willpower from a lot of fucking that he'd be able to withhold his climax. "You having fun down there?" he asked and it made the others howl with malicious laughter. They were certainly enjoying the desperate show of a girl vs their leader's cock. What he said got through to her, and her initial stillness at the words was gorgeous. A silent but very loud defeat. He grunted like that alone had given him more pleasure than any of her her friction. She looked good when she sat back, crestfallen. His predatory instincts were tickled when she looked around. She was so expressive. And then she whispered her answer. Maybe she thought it was going to sound defiant, her choice of words were, but her tone gave away that he had all the power. He let her sit there for a while, so she could feel her own statement die in the music. "No?" he said. "Well, the lady said no." he told the boys and they Awwwwwed while still jerking their cocks. And then Byron exploded into motion. The punching kind of leap. He toppled toward her and grabbed her hair and pulled her to him suddenly. She'd find herself on the couch again, with knees in the cushions and cheek to them too, her ass in the air and pointed toward Byron. He kept her there with his hand on the head, and made her look out at the audience. Her brother looked at her with saddened fear. And then just fear at what he saw Byron doing. She'd feel it. The massive cock plunged back into her from this served-up angle. Pushing back to the length that she could accommodate and starting to fuck her again. Byron was over her, hips perpetually rolling in this sadistic pace, knocking on her cervix again and again. "You're a slow learner, aren't you, Emily?" he said and used his free hand to slap her ass. ​

 

[reverie.]

. E M I L Y N  O  R  W  O  O  D ​

❝ Emily really didn't like the audience. The way the others laughed and cheered. . . as if this was a battle and she was getting her ass kicked. This whole scene was humiliating. And so fucked up. Her core throbbed with pain and her body ached as if he had beaten her. She knew he probably wouldn't take no for an answer, and when he mocked her and the others made fake aww's, she knew it was all an act. But she was not prepared for the next number. She didn't even see it coming. She cried out when he yanked her up by the hair and forced her to her knees on the couch. "Stop!" she cried as he pushed her forward, so she was face-down and ass up. She tried to push herself up, but it was useless. "Please stop!" she begged as she was forced to look at the crowd. Her weeping eyes found Keenan's, begging him. "Why don't you - aaaahh!" Her plea was cut short by an excruciating scream as Byron plunged into her already sore pussy from behind. She gasped for air while staining the cushions with her tears and smudged mascara. "Stop! Please. . . please stop.. I beg you, please!" The slap on her ass didn't really hurt, but it didn't have to - she cried out nonetheless. "Just stop!" she cried, choking on a painful cry. What had she done to deserve this? How had Keenan managed to get himself acquainted with this. . . monster? Her eyes were too watery to see her brother clearly, but she knew where he stood. "Stop it," she sobbed, her voice completely broken. This time her words were directed at him and not at Byron. "Make him stop. . . please. . . it hurts." ​

 

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❝ She did well in what he did to her. Her little voice fit right into the beat of the music. He got a good view of her raised ass when he took her to the couch, and it made his mouth water; that lewd split of her body between her rounds, giving away all her secrets and spilling all her boundaries. Her head was forced to take in the view, while the others watched, as well. He made a point out of putting more weight on the hand that oppressed her head, and curled his fingers to try the size of her skull against the width of his grip. He felt as though he could tear her cranium off if he wanted. The inked monster behind her, large and focused on her, waited until she had her bearings again, at least enough to try and once again enlist her brother to her side. Her screech was beautiful as he thrust himself in as deep as he could. Until her very limits as a woman stopped him. He thought she was able to take him just a little more, from this angle. So the smack to her ass was almost congratulatory. Her frame was folded just as he wanted as he was once again having at her at the pace he liked, and this position was rather user friendly, especially since he easily overcame the meager strength of her arms when they tried to raise her torso. Keenen looked at her, sad, but his eyes were full of life too. It was a hectic moment. And then the brother looked at the monster, the monster shook his head and the brother lowered his. "You know how you can end this, Em?" Byron asked down at his pretty toy, articulated just right to take his cock. He didn't stop the cruel fucking while she thought about it. "You can make me cum. You want me to cum? Then you beg me." He slapped her ass hard again and then let go of her head, but only to grab her wrists and pull them back like reins on a horse, lifting her torso off the couch to make her spine perpendicular to it as he continued to thrust, his powerful hips inexhaustible. ​

 

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. E M I L Y N  O  R  W  O  O  D ​

❝ Emily continued to cry as he fucked her from behind, his cock venturing even deeper from that angle. It felt like he was tearing her insides apart, rearranging her organs. And then the grip he had on her skull . . . she wasn't lying if she said she was afraid those fingers would dig holes in her cranium any second. She didn't see much through her tears, but whenever she opened her eyes, all she could see was the crowd. Guys stroking their own cocks, cheering or observing. Keenan was one of them silently watching. Should she be grateful that he didn't seem to enjoy the view? No. He didn't help her, so he was an accomplice just like the others. And she hated him for it. Hated him for not helping, for not even trying. All it would take was one push, one pull or perhaps just a few spoken words, but no. He just stood there watching his little sister get raped by a monster. When he spoke behind her, she was almost certain that he was going to let her off the hook. That whatever it was he wanted her to do would be something manageable, but she was so incredibly wrong. A new wave of dread filled her when he announced what she had to do to stop it. She opened her mouth, trying to speak, but all that came out was a new scream as he pulled her up by grabbing her wrist. Not only did it hurt to have her arms and back angled like that, but somehow it gave him more leverage on her frail body. His thrusts seemed to be even harder now - deeper too, if that was even possible - as he forced her body to meet them. "Stop!" she cried. "Please, please stop!" She didn't know why she continued to beg him to stop, because he didn't seem to listen. Or care. But then, as if she hadn't really understood his words before, she choked on a sob. "Cum, please.. please, just cum!" she begged, her voice hoarse and desperate. If he wasn't going to stop before he had cummed, then she would beg him to get to it. The faster, the better. ​

 

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❝ Her head fit pretty well within his grip and she acted every bit the toy he wanted her to be. She had ever since he'd seen her. Even when she'd been opposing this, it had only worked to whet his appetite for her. Keenen's broken heart when staring as his sister got skewered made it all sweeter. Byron shivered and grunted with delight when she screamed again, at the taking of her arms. It was easier to have her push back at him now. The strength in her arms and what little she could generate with her thighs was negligible, and the unwelcome squeeze from her sopping cunt was even more pleasurable. He all but pulled her arms out of their shoulder sockets. He groaned with inspiration when she ordered him to stop in her breaking voice again, but she learned what would work better. He huffed at the ceiling, like some victorious animal, when she begged him for his seed. Desperate like that, it sounded like she thought it'd come with her salvation. "Oh yeah?" he asked and continued to fuck her, moving her by her wrists onto his cock, and his hips pushing into her backward motion to make the impact against her inner more critical. "You want it that bad, baby?" The others laughed as though queued. A moment of higher frequency to his pumps was followed by a rather demeaning dismissal of her, tossing her side against the back of the couch. The throw dislodge his cock and would have her laying on her side on the cushions. He came over to her, cock still glistening with her pussy juices as he jerked the base over her, his feet on the floor and his free hand on the back of the couch. Soon there was an inhuman amount cum, thick, hitting her face and hair from above, his hips lowered and back bent to make sure his cock was waving as closely over her as possible. "There you go." he said with some panting excitement after, standing up with the finally softening cock hanging. It was odd how such a sensitive organ on display, still made the male look formidable and menacing, when added to his muscular gait. He made a wave and that prompted the other boys to close in on her. She was soon the attention of their seed too, though even their donations to her face, neck and tits adding up, didn't seem to rival their leader's amount. She was splattered in unwanted appreciation as she laid there. Byron looked down at the ruined girl, slathered with traces of their lust and crossed his arms. He had tucked himself in. "Hey, Keenen, this was pretty generous of you. Thanks, man." he said with another volley of booming laughter. Keenen, on his knees, received a slap on his shoulder as Byron and the others passed him. The brother could finally crawl over to his sister. "Emily?" Keenen asked and was worried about the state he'd see her in when looking down. ​

 

[reverie.]

. E M I L Y N  O  R  W  O  O  D ​

❝ She didn't want any of this, but he didn't seem to care. No one seemed to give a shit about the fact that he was raping her - not even Keenan, although she'd seen the look on his face. But he was not the one screaming. She was screaming and the others laughed, as if they were watching a comedy - or a bad horror movie. It was a nightmare, there was no denying that. It hurt so bad she choked on air several times, her moans loud but not from pleasure. Her insides burned and her core throbbed and she couldn't wait for him to finish. At this point, she just wanted him to cum, so she could get a break. A chance to breathe. To cry in peace, without an audience. And then, all of a sudden, he let her go. Her body landed sideways on the cushions and she barely had time to register what was happening before she squeezed her eyes shut just in time to avoid getting cum in them. She could feel it running down her face and chin, and it was probably in her hair too. Emily had to wipe some away before she could open her eyes and she made sure to keep her mouth shut. Her breaths were so heavy - her body too - so while she wanted to get up, she remained there. Something she regretted as soon as the others started shooting their cum on her as well. She could feel it on her face, neck, chest and tits, some of it already trailing down towards the cushions. Emily didn't move until the cum stopped hitting her and the boys seemed to occupy themselves with other things. She was curled up into a ball, shaking. A quiet sob escaped her lips when she heard Byron thank her brother. As if she had been a gift. How could her brother let this happen? Her fingers desperately tried to wipe away cum from her eyes and mouth. She wanted to get the fuck out of there, but she couldn't do that blind. When she heard Keenan's voice, another sob escaped her. "Fuck you" she whispered, avoiding looking at him. She didn't know if it was because she was too ashamed or because she didn't want to see the brother who had betrayed her in every way possible. ​

 

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. K E E N A N N  O  R  W  O  O  D ​

❝ Keenen had seen it. He hated it because it was his baby sister, that he had protected from all other things. But here she was, because of him. The sounds she made when the other man lanced her repeatedly, invading her body that turned out to be too shallow for their leader, which meant every impact hurt her. But he understood them. So help him, Keenen Norwood understood the feeling of being your own master, and ruling the moment. It broke his heart but he'd been there, with other brothers's sisters. This was just a sin that tasted badly because it was too close to him. It was blood. So when she was blasted with the leavings of other men, he just watched. The affirmation from their leader was enough. It made it all worth it. It had to. But when he knelt there by his destroyed sibling, and she was coated in the humiliating seed that the other had left, and she tried to crawl into hersel, he was broken too. He knew he deserved nothing else. But he stayed with her as the partied raged on. The Coal Boys drank their liquor and messed with their furniture. And somehow he'd get her into her room after kicking out others, so she could use her bath. He'd use his strength to get her there, even if she'd had her share of force already. He'd tell her through the bathroom door that she better not leave the apartment until he told her. Her room was left alone and the next day the apartment would be trashed, but at least she'd be alone. ​