𝙥𝙖𝙮𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙞𝙣 𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙙 - 𝘥𝘳 𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 & 𝘤𝘺𝘹 | 𝙉𝙎𝙁𝙒

[cyx.]

.

 

[Dr Bellwright]

Connor watched two green figures walk down the dilapidated street filled with ruins of the past, he switched the night vision off. The girl was on the right, and she seemed, it took him a moment to think of a word. Hot, smoking, beaut. All of those could apply, but there was something else about her that Connor noticed, he picked up the walkie-talkie and whispered into it. "Grizzly, this is Condor. I see the bunnies. The hottie looks fresh. Condor over." She did, she looked fresher than any other girl Connor any met in this wasteland. She also felt weirdly confident even if she looked scared. Fear was nothing to be ashamed of in Connor's book. Fear kept you alive, but he could see that she knew how to handle herself. He felt a tingling sensation around his core. He liked his girls with spirit skills and some muscle. The guy next to her in contrast filled him with white hot anger. He looked like a shmuck. Connor saw some books, they were called Dictionaries back in the military camp. He did not read a lot of them, but it seemed that the guy should have been used as one of the examples for the word shmuck in one of those dictionaries. "She is the mayor's son's fiance. She is part of the deal for your morale boost. However, don't go too greedy too fast. And leave something for me." The radio responded with a rough, husky voice. "Grizzly over." "Sure," Connor muttered to himself, trying to contain the vicious grin on his face. This was his R'n'R, morale boost as they called it. The leadership demanded strict adherence to the code from all the recruits, in exchange for food, weapons, training, and of course fraternity. But from time to time, they would assign a morale boost. Allowance to go all out. Of course, they had women in the camp for the soldiers to relieve themselves, but frankly speaking, they were often overused and Connor always thought that they should be rotated quite a bit more regularly. But this one. The girl who had to spend at least a few years in relative comfort. Relative to other inhabitants of this wasteland. He would gladly tap dat ass. Connor checked his weapons. Two pistols, an antiquated but still held in its shape M4 rifle, knife and a first aid kit. Just like he was trained back in the "farm" he remembered the voice of his mentor Gustav callsign Grizzly. The reason behind the whole cloak and dagger was to make sure they were not ambushed. There was always a risk that one of the settlements would try to revolt against the iron grip that the Military Compound exerted on the entire region. But in Connor's eyes, this was all fair. They were the strongest, and trained, they kept their weapons in check. And they kept themselves in check. They did not even rotate their whores all that often. Making sure they got every last bit of use from the ones they already had. And they traded fairly. Never stole. Their prices might have been steep, but they never took something without agreement. Connor was indoctrinated from the age of ten in the way of the Military Compound, and by now "Might is Right" was his religion, his way of thinking. There was nothing else more important than that. Young men continued to follow the "bunnies". It was unclear to him if the man knew what was going to happen to his girl or not. He was told that the Mayor of Safe Haven knew and made all the arrangements. This however only made Connor's blood boil with excitement. He did not even know which outcome he would prefer. To see the girl's face when she realised that her boyfriend was the one who sold her. Or seeing the face of the boyfriend when he realised what his dad did. It was almost impossible to keep the devilish smile on his face. The young soldier felt his cock shift in his military trousers as he followed the couple up the stairs. Finally, he eased into the large room where the "trade" was supposed to happen without as much as a whisper or he stepped into the room without a single whisper or rustle. "Hey sweettits," Connor said when he felt Raya collide with him. His left arm already wrapped around her waist and grabbed her right arm, which was gripping the hilt of a machete. He squeezed her hand with force, making it impossible for her to pull the blade out. Making her think that he could shatter her hand, and then he raised his right arm, with a pistol in it pointed at Frankie. "I'm not going to kill you," Connor spoke over the brunette's head. "This is the deal as agreed, favour and this girl for a night," Connor announced. "As long as you don't do anything stupid, the supplies and lives are all yours." His voice was calm, just like he was trained. Speak slowly, evenly, and calmly. Even as the hurricane of want and lust was raging inside of him. If he felt Raya try to move or squirm away, he would force her back into his body and squeeze her hand even harder, leaving red marks where his nails would dig into her skin. And then he asked almost casually. "What did you do to get the girl this hot? Her bod is so fucking tight." He was genuinely curious, how did the looser like that get her? "Or did she just try to get closer to your daddy?" And then he turned all his attention to the girl in his embrace. "You will release the blade now." He told her. He did not want to threaten her, not yet at least. He wanted to see when would she start to comply. Frankie froze. The conversations that he had with his dad all made sense. Part of him always knew that this was a possibility, he knew that his dad forced individuals to sacrifice in the name of safety for many. He just always imagined that he would not make him make sacrifices. "And if the worst happens. Remember this son. Raped woman, she will always seek protection." His father pressed his index finger into his chest for emphasis. "Your protection. Yes, they are harmed, but women like that will be loyal beyond imagination." He shared a piece of his wisdom. "Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit." Each word contained more and more panic, the pitch was higher with every iteration. His eyes met with Raya. "I did not know. I swear." "You can take the supplies now." Connor ignored the sniffling. "Or you can wait in the corner." And then he barked. "NOW." His entire shook and reverberated into Raya's. ​ ​ ​ ​ ​

​

 

[Dr Bellwright]

Connor chuckled, and then the chuckle turned into short but honest laughter. The vibrations from the lungs pushed into Raya. "Shh Relax." He whispered into her ear conspiratorially. As if they were buddies as if he was not going to rape her in a few short moments. Right now Connor saw an opportunity to have a very wicked foreplay. He holstered his gun away. "Just stop?" Connor asked Frankie. "No promises, no threats. You are a mayor's sun, surely you can make an offer that I would consider instead of…" He paused, his now free hand landed with a slap on Raya's crotch and his fingers dug into her mound even through the thick fabric that she wore. "…instead of fucking this cunt in front of you." Connor continued, he pushed his thick fingers between her thighs. "Or your daddy does not allow you to own anything for yourself." He yanked the hand on her crotch up and then down and tilted his head to the side, touching the skin behind her ear with his wide, rough, and a little dry tongue. It did not stop him from demonstratively dragging it down her skin, across her neck tattoo, and then he whispered to her again. He did not need to whisper. He did not care what would Frankie hear or not. But it was fun. And Connor liked some fun. "Ouch." He said without any emotion, he did not even move his leg. "I like how feisty you are." "I think, you were fucked long before you met me hottits. I'm just here to set it in the stone" Connor said behind her and released her crotch. Whenever he felt a moment of confusion he would grab the machete by the handle yank it out of the sheath and hurl it behind him towards the stairs. The series of clangs and clicks echoed from the staircase for a few seconds, and everyone paused to wait for the blade to descend innevitably. He fought an urge to pull his knife out and start cutting Raya's clothes right there, but the old man Grizzly was right. Don't get too greedy too quickly. By now Raya would feel his arousal with her ass, his cock was pushing its way through his military pants. He did not even notice as he slowly tensed and relaxed his hips, making his shaft rub against her ass. "Hottis." Connor addressed her again, he swallowed a few times to wet his mouth and turned Raya towards Frankie. "Are you going to listen to you, man? Your future husband, and go with all this willingly." Connor asked loudly and then added in a whisper. "Boring." And continued loudly again. "Or do you want to do it properly?" Frankie pushed himself into the wall. He looked like he was trying to disappear. All this time his mind was racing through everything he owned, that he could realistically offer to the man. But it was all his dad's. The vehicle, which did not really work, and needed a new carburettor, all the weapons belonged to the "community", or his dad really. "I don't know, please" As Frankie spoke he was rubbing his biceps with his hands, and his nails were now black from all the leather that he scraped with them from his jacket. "I get it. She is the only thing you have, that was supposed to be yours. Daddy fixed it." He laughed again, right above Raya's ear, and then he released her and shoved her forward and on the ground with brutal force. And then he pulled his knife. "Undress. Or I will undress you." He told her, bending to his knees, ready to pounce any moment. His tongue moved across his dry bottom lip accentuating the smile of a predator who found his favourite type of prey. "You should really listen to your future husband. He is the only one who would take you after I'm done with you." Frankie's voice cracked with desperation. "Please. Shit, Raya. Please, don't do anything stupid. I love you. I'll be with you. Whatever happens to you tonight." His body betrayed his distress as he unconsciously sank into a crouch, eyes fixed on Raya. He knew how proud his girlfriend was, and at this very moment, he was afraid that this would end her. "Please." He begged. Connor extended his arm and motioned for Raya to make the first move scowling at her.​

 

[Dr Bellwright]

Connor smiled, he showed his surprisingly white, or at least brighter than what Raya saw teeth. He felt the hair on the back of his neck rise, years of training and sparring taught him to expect the attack, the way she moved did not look like she succumbed to his will, yet. But he decided not to act, instead allowing her to go with whatever hair-brained idea her pretty head could think of. The scowl on his face was eager, his jaw was working as if it was savouring some invisible treat, as he watched her undo the straps and remove her top. Even in dim light, Connor could see her nipple perk through a thin cotton bra. He wished it was white, or see-through, like in those magazines of old times. "Here here," Connor said he could not have guessed exactly what she planned to do, but he chuckled. "Spicy." That was all he said before she slammed her entire body into his. His training and strength could not fight against physics. Her entire weight smashed into his body, and he felt the world tilt ninety degrees as they fell on the ground. He exhaled loudly, and then he muttered a single "Hm," When he saw her shirt wrapped around his knife and her attempt to arm wrestle the knife. Next, he felt the pain in his chin. She was not strong enough to knock him out, but she broke the skin, painting her fist red, and maybe bruising her own fist. "Shit girl. I'm hard." He said and saw her raise her fist again. Instead of defending him with his left hand he grabbed her tit, his eyes as if he got the present he was praying for, with pure delight, and squeezed her breast hard. His fingers dug into her flesh through the thin fabric and when her fist connected with his face again he shifted it a little, to avoid another punch into his chin. He was strong, but he hot head, but not that reckless. Instead of defending him, he only squeezed her breast harder. "YES" He shouted at her. And she punched his face again. "YES." He dared to laugh in her face, with his mouth wide open and his teeth painted with his blood. He released her tit, and yanked the bra by the underband, exposing her breast to him. He used the moment of her shock, or maybe rage and grabbed her hand before she could punch him again. The other hand released the knife, but before she could grab the blade, he took her wrist and squeezed it hard. With both of her hands in his, he moved them apart, splaying her, and forcing her to lean down towards him. His cheeks slowly bulged as he collected spit in his mouth and then spat on her face the mixture of saliva and blood, and whispere. "The knife is just there, still in your t-shirt. If your boyfriend stops whining for a second, he could just run for it and take it." Connor said with palpable honey glee in his voice. "I'm going to rape you in front of your boyfriend." He spoke louder. As if he was goading Frankie, but he did not care. He was goading Raya. "What's your name? I'm Connor. I'd love to know the name of the girl I'm going to claim." He heard her name already, it was Raya. But he wanted her to say it. And then he forced her hands behind her back, she fought him, but it did not stop him from pushing them and folding them together and then leaving them pinned to her back with just one hand. He did not break eye contact for a second as he did it and pushed her down towards him. His teeth locked around her areolas, he pushed some more spit and blood against her nipple and licked it as he tugged it with his teeth. And with his now free right hand, he grabbed the knife. Too late Frankie. He thought, he wanted to announce it, but he was too busy licking and sucking her nipple at this point. Raya would feel the ridges of the saw-side of the blade line up against her backbone as he moved it towards the waistline of her pants. Tactical pants, ones that took more than a year to find and a lot of luck to be even remotely her size. They started slicing through thick fabric, not without effort. And when she tried to squirm out of his grip he simply bit her areola harder and roared. The ridges on the knife were not enough to pierce the skin deep, but they were leaving long lines of scratches across her lower back as he was sawing through her pants. And Connor felt fucking ecstatic. Fresh girl for him to fuck, and he could swear, her fucking nipple just got hard. "I think you start to like it." He commented. ​

 

[Dr Bellwright]

Connor kept pushing the blade through the tough fabric, jerking it from time to time to cut further. thankfully to Raya's own moves, he was able to cut her pants much faster. He stopped the blade an inch or so from where the zipper would be starting, deeming that he had no need to go any further. He ass, her cunt, half of her mound would be exposed, right after he sliced her knickers. The next thing that Raya would feel was the blade hooking under the hem of her undergarments from the buttock. She could not do much, except spat on his face when he released her nipple. "You have spirit he told her." He did not seem to care for her saliva, instead, he opened his mouth wide open, showing her his teeth, roared and "attacked" another nipple. Biting the areola and nipple itself, licking it and pulling it until she felt the sting of pain. Until he felt her tense in pain. "Hey, Frankie." Connor started talking when he released her nipple but was forced to go quiet and violently exhale when Raya kicked him under the ribs. He groaned and then dared to chuckle as he looked at the girl on top of him. He yanked her arms upwards forcing it until she felt pain in her tendons and muscles. "Shit, you good. Not you Frankie, your girl." She tried to spit on him again after the compliment. He finished cutting her panties dropped the knife on the ground between their legs and finished the job of ripping her underwear with his hand alone. "Hey, Frankie." He repeated. "Can you tell me when your girl is wet please?" He goaded Frankie, but mostly her. And then he grabbed her throat with the hand that now finished ripping her clothes. He squeezed it hard until he saw her face contort in grimace and smiled. He pushed her hands even higher up until she felt pain in every muscle from her shoulders to her wrists and with the hand that gripped her neck pushed her upper body down, to deny her to move up and attempt to relax her hands. "Fu-u-u-u-uk. Look at you, you are a fucking fighter, fucking champ. I have you in my grip and you still squirm and try to kick me. Fuck." He spoke through his teeth, with anger, with hunger, and he was impressed. "I would not need to hold myself back with you. You will handle it all. The hardest fuck in all your fucking holes." He spat each word at her, with malevolent and vicious lust. And then he spoke louder. "Your boy gave you carte blanche, why don't take it?" "Hey Frankie, tell her she can have a man for once, enjoy it, and then return a be a mayor's son's wife," Connor shouted as he felt Raya try to kick him with her knee again, but weaker since he constricted her airway. He waited for a light blue tint to appear on her face before he abruptly released her throat and then used the same hand to slap her face. And then again, and again, and again until her cheeks and all around turned bright red, and grabbed you by the throat again. "Look at you. You hold your head and accept the hits. Fuck girl, I'll fuck you are so tough. I'll plough you like there is no tomorrow." Connor said and then he threw her off him and on the ground closer to the stairway railing. He quickly scrambled on his feet and kicked the blade in the opposite direction, throwing one look at Frankie and winking at the men. Frankie was holding a plastic water bottle, his lips were bloody, and his eyes were wild, his fingers were digging into the bottle in an attempt to fidget or something. Connor did not care though, he walked towards the girl who was trying to scramble on her feet, in ripped across-the-middle pants and grabbed her by the hair, slapped her across her face, and then backhanded her across her still exposed boobs. When she tried to fight back, he would yank her by the hair, make a few steps left or right, to disorient her and then slap whichever was less defended. "I love when you are red." He told her, and when she started to get a grip of what was happening he pushed her towards the railing and turned her to face the void that was beneath and bent her over, so that her head and chest hung, and held her by her hair. "The fuck is with this ass. How the fuck is it so round. He pushed the sides of her now cut, holding only by the zipper trousers and letting them fall somewhere around her mid-thigh, and then his hand connected with her ass in a series of slaps. "Fuck. Fuck." He screamed with genuine excitement as he felt his hand heat and prickle. He never had a girl like that, toned, muscular, true survivor, "Real fucking fighter." He kicked her legs apart with force and his open red hot palm connected with her cunt in a slap, and then another. There was only one minor problem that Connor was avoiding this whole time. His own tactical pants were not all that easy to disrobe too, and he did not plan to cut his uniform. But he had nowhere to be so he took the middle and ring finger into his mouth, still hot from dozens of slaps and then pressed them against her folds and yanked her head back with force again. "Don't fall. There is a beautiful life. When Daddy Mayor dies, you'll be the mayor's wife. And maybe you will remember this day when you got to be fucked properly for once." Connor said and pushed his rough, thick, covered in calloused fingers. Frankie did not even bother commenting at this point, knowing that he would only earn even more wrath from Raya and ridicule. And even if he wanted too…he could not, because he was afraid to move as he felt his growing erection.

 

[Dr Bellwright]

She asked him to stop, but that only made Connor feel more powerful, more in control over the brunette that he held with his hand on her hair, and his hand in her cunt. Instead, he lifted his foot and used it to "step" on the zipper that still loosely connected two parts of her pants and push them down to her knees. And then he pushed his fingers deeper into her, as far as it was possible. His fingers started to pump her wanting and starving for proper attention cunt, yet he did not notice that she was getting into it at first. He was too busy thinking about owning her to notice how she started to move, and buck. He kept slamming his fingers into her, his hand was spanking the area around, her buttocks and her clit. And only when he pulled them all the way out to spit on them again he felt it. He felt her cunt beg for him. He felt her walls try to keep him in. He could not hide the smile on his face. "Shit, you poor fucking whore, this fuck never fucked you properly did he?" His voice was full of mockery, but even this young, muscle-clad rapist could not hold a drop of sympathy. "You'll get your year's worth today." He mocked her. He licked her juices off his fingers, slurping loudly, and spat some more on them before slamming them back into her wanting cunt. This time the fingers pushed against her walls with desire and determination. He did not just fingerfuck her. He explored her, his fingers methodically palpated every wall on entry and exit. And when he felt her cunt go properly wet he paid attention to the lower wall that faced her clit, that contained her spot. He slowly circled with his finger pads until he found the texture of the spot and pressed. "When was the last time a whore like you got proper attention? How the fuck did you survive this long." Both questions were rhetorical. He did not wait for her to answer instead he changed the rhythm, went full wild and started pumping his hand in her as if it were a jackhammer. He felt his usually spacious tactical pants suddenly become tight when his cock grew. He wondered how much he would last like this, without shoving his cock into one of her starving holes. He kept pumping her for half a minute, two or three thrusts per second to drive the little whore insane. He did not count seconds, he only stopped when he felt his muscles ache, and used this opportunity to tease her again. Her walls, her spot. He'd hook his fingers and try to pull her back by her vagina. And all this time he kept a firm grip on her hair. He did not even notice how loudly he was breathing, loud enough to silence whatever Frankie wanted to say or whimper in his corner. For now, they forgot about him. Though Connor had a few ideas. For later. "Come on. Give in. Fuck yourself on my fingers, you want it whore." Connor told her, but who was he trying to fool? After the slow teasing of her cunt he shoved his fingers deep inside and turned his hand into a jackhammer once again. This time he heard her moan. He heard his fingers slush into her cunt, it felt as if she was trying to suck him into him every time he pulled away. He stopped when he felt the pain in his bicep and exited her. "Your cunt is delicious." He commented as he tried to calm his breathing tightened his grip on her hair and pulled her up. "Taste this." He told her and shoved the fingers that's just raped her into her mouth. "This is your fucking juices." He laughed and started fingerfucking her mouth. "This is how much you want me to stop." He hooked his fingers, he violated her tongue, and he pulled her cheek away. "This is how much you want to kill me." His voice was so fucking smug. He slapped her cunt and clit with his wet hand and then he yanked her head and licked her face from chin to eye. "I'll fuck you properly if you get on your fours and wiggle that arse for me." He did not let her answer as he continued to fuck her mouth, noticing that her tongue started to respond, and then he pulled her away from the railing and threw her on the ground. He no longer wanted to physically own her. He wanted to get into her mind. He did not wait for her to comply, he knew she would. Maybe she would try to make it look as if she did not, do something else, to keep some kind of illusion that she still had some control. But he knew that he could start undressing, leisurely.​ ​ ​ ​

​

 

[Dr Bellwright]

Connor looked at his work – a dishevelled and messed up girl with red cheeks and buttocks from all the spanking and slightly pink tint to her teeth from the blood she sucked out of her cheek., with clothes that acted as a frame instead of protection. Top bunched above her exposed tits, her pants ripped and around her knees. Connor was born 50 years ago, and went for some liberal arts degree, he could have talked about a message that this scene conveyed. Something about Appeal of Impracticality. But he was born in this new era, so all he cared was that she was fucking hot. "You so fucking hot. Such a cha-a-amp" Connor uttered and watched her start to unlace her boots. He dropped on one knee himself and followed suit. If somebody looked at them right now, not knowing what they meant, they could have had a wrong impression that those were lovers who had not seen each other for weeks or even months, and now were too eager to get naked. He threw the boot away, and then next, and when Raya started to pull her trousers away he removed two layers of thermal t-shirts in one sweep move, exposing the muscular, torso of the man who spent between four to six hours a day doing drills and gruelling physical exercise. And then she turned around, and he felt his mouth start to salivate. He never had a girl like her. There were a lot of girls who wanted safety from their military compound. But they were meek, subservient, and well, truth be told the prettiest girls always went to the high command. But this one was all his, at least for the first hour or so until he would have to share her with Grizzly. Shit. I want to fuck her everywhere. I want to make her lick me whole. I want to take her fucking home. The thought pierced his mind and he quickly pulled an already unbuckled belt and dropped it on the floor, and then he dropped his pants, and walked towards Raya's alluring, calling ass. The way she spread her buttock made his humongous cock twitch and forced him to exhale sharply. "That is a hazardous statement," Connor said and dropped to his knees behind her in one loud move. His cock was pressed against her slit. But before he would shove it into her he smiled and collected spit in his mouth. His hands landed on her buttock with sharp slaps and he pulled her cheeks far apart and then dropped a rich and heavy ball of spit right on top of entry into her ass. "Put my cock where my mouth is?" He corrupted her taunt, and then he leaned in, forcing his cock away from her sex at least for a little while. His fingers dug into her muscles and spread the ass even further apart, and then she felt his tongue slide across the gap and over her anus. Back and forth, and then he pressed his tongue into her, just for a second, but he claimed her. Next, he straightened back up, dug his nails deeper into her buttocks and shoved his already throbbing cock into her cunt. "I will fuck your arse too. But I think I'll make you beg me for it." Connor said, his voice full of enthusiasm as he pushed his cock into his seemingly willing victim. It was good that he fingered her ahead of time. His head was huge and girthy as it spread her cunt uniformly unlike his fingers. "Oh fuck Frankie, thank you bro; you kept your girl tight for me." He had to pull her body onto his cock as he tried to get deeper into her; to kick himself into her cunt. At this moment Connor's face contorted when he noticed that Frankie was using plastic, full of water bottles to fidget. He slightly bent it, he could see creases on the surface from where he was fucking his girlfriend. Fucking moron. It takes hours to filter a single bottle's worth of water. But he was way too deep in the state of enravishment brought by how tight and soaked Raya was to be able to focus on fucking Frankie for too long. When he was halfway into her with his beastly cock – he released her left buttock and then slammed his palm into it with a loud, painful spank that sends vibrations across her body. And then he pulled almost all the way out and slammed it into her again. Rough, strong, fierce. He repeated the procedure each time getting deeper into her clenching, hungry-for-attention cunt. Once he was inside her in his full length he proceeded to look for rhythm as he started to fuck her properly and steadily. He roared loudly behind her, like a wild hungry animal with every thrust. With every thrust, he impaled her a little harder. And then he started hearing her moan and groan. Though her moans were hoarse, the way she breathed was with a rasp. And he heard her moan, he heard her raspy loud breathing, he heard the way her throat made hoarse sounds. "Frankie, stop playing with water. Bring it to your girlfriend, if you break the bottle I'll beat you up. Your girl has to do all the work, getting raped and all" Connor did not make entirely a lot of sense, but he could be excused, he just wanted to say certain words and humiliate the jerk. Yeah, he was the jerk. And, well, Raya sounded like she could use some water. ​ ​ ​ ​

 

[Dr Bellwright]

Connor breathed into Raya's ear as he watched the couple "bicker" for less than ten seconds. He smiled widely at Frankie as he tried to follow his order. He wanted to say something, something perverse and smug, something to rub in his and Raya's face, but then he heard her say it. You're slowing his cock down. FUCK FUCKING CHAMP. The phrase impaled his mind as deeply as he impaled Raya. He pulled his cock away and then shoved it hard into her, harder than he ever shoved it in her as a treat, as an incentive. For a moment there Connor thought that she would try to run away, as she wrestled in his arms, but then she just dropped back on the ground, and this time she started to move before he even considered resuming the thrusts, fully expecting that he would have to wrestle her down from an attempt to run away. But fuck no, she started moving. "Bro, don't go away too far. Maybe she will need more water. But take a few steps back, it might be dangerous here" Connor told Frankie and waived with his hand, gesturing him to take a few more steps back. As he fucked his girlfriend. Scratch that. As his girlfriend fucked herself on his thick monumentous member. For a little while he even released her. He kept his hands along his sides as he moved in rhythm with Raya. "And don't you fucking drop the bottle, or I, even we will beat the shit out of you. Daddy mayor or not." Connor said and then returned his full attention to the girl who was busy getting impaled on his cock. But there was no fucking way he could hold his hands off her. Soon the loud crackling sound of his spank echoed across the room when his left hand connected with her buttock and his fingers dug into the very spots he used to drill before she drank the water. And then the same repeated with the right, and he picked up the pace. Ramming into the girl as she tried her best to push herself against him. His balls were slamming into her thighs, mound, and clit with ever-increasing force. "Fucking champ. Fuck yourself harder like you never knew you wanted to." Connor praised her, goaded her, demeaned her in two sentences. Somehow this fucking prick just read her like an open book. Not that he ever read a book in his short life. And then Raya would feel another series of warm drops on her ass and between her cheeks. With a vicious smile, Connor dropped bubble after bubble of spit, trying to hit the spot, her puckered little hole. He missed a lot, but some dropped right in the spot, and some were just a little upstream and slowly flowed down and across her ass. Connor knew that spit would not help all that much, just make it a little easier for his cock to ravage her. But she will still be in pain, there still will be blood. And frankly speaking, he did not do it to lube her. He did it to constantly remind Raya that he was indeed going to fuck her ass. Frankie knew very well what Connor was doing. Well, he never fucked anyone in the arse, but well, what else was he going to do. And what the fuck was going on. His father promised that it would not happen, but as he said on the off chance it would happen, she would be meek, and then she would be looking for protection. Instead, she told him that he was impeding her rapist? And now…this fucking guy full of muscles, he did not even fuck her for a few first seconds, she was the one slamming into him. Frankie felt every single muscle in his body tremble. He felt as if he was shivering, and then he heard the noise that plastic and had to force his hands to relax. He did not look forward to seeing if Connor was going to be a man of his word. He swallowed. His father lied to him. She won't be seeking any protection from him. He looked towards the stairs. But where would he go? And he needed her help to carry things back to the settlement. And well, in case they get attacked. What was he supposed to do? And who was he fooling? He loved Raya, he could not leave her, just because she got…hysterical. She is not herself, right? Connor kept fucking Raya, just like this. Repetitive, they found the rhythm, he felt her greedy cum squeeze all around him. He saw the beads of sweat across her back as she worked hard to fuck him. He released her cheeks just like before, and then he slammed his open palms against her already red from slaps ass. He felt her sex contract, he felt her go hotter a degree, and he felt even more of her juices. "Do you like being my fucking whore, Champ?" He would call her that until she gave him his name. And then he'll probably keep calling her that because she was a champ. Look at her. Look at her go. If he wanted, he could just relax. "Shit. I want to look at your fucking slutty face." Connor said out of nowhere and simply pulled his cock out from her, and used his hands to throw her on her side, he grabbed her leg, which she might have even tried to use to kick him and forced it straight up and over his shoulder. Below he could see her wide open, greedy, gaping, and begging for his cunt. He was not sure if she was going to cum. He never cared in his entire life, but if she was going to cum. He wanted to look her in the face. He held her thigh with his right hand, and he grabbed her tit with his left hand and squeezed it hard. His cock was already pressed against her slit, and he pushed it and bottomed out in one thrust. And quickly gained the pace. ​ ​ ​ ​

 

[Dr Bellwright]

The muscle-bound man, who was asserting his dominance and control over the petite brunette knew very well, that she was enjoying herself. He could feel her wetness, her heat, the way her cunt shivered and constricted him. But then she turned on her back, she opened herself to him, which he did not expect. He felt the goosebumps run across his body as she was now all his. He could plough her, as deep as it was possible. He could bend her, fold her. "You are mine. You are mine. Mine" He roared at her. And if that was not enough. She told him that she is going to cum. There was a part of Connor that wanted to deny her the pleasure of the orgasm. Maybe he could make her plead, and beg. But he rightfully assessed that it would be even easier to do if she did have the taste of climax. Somehow he knew, she missed it. He knew this was the thing so rare for a girl like her. For most women, in this day and age, Connor never cared really. This one though. This one was his fucking Champ. He drew a sharp breath through a closed mouth, producing a shrill whistle. "Yes. Cum, cum all around a stranger's cock." He grabbed both of her tits, now that she was on her back, just like in the beginning. Squeezing her breasts, and leaving her nipple between his fingers, pressed against the webbing between his fingers. So he could squeeze both, her tit, and nipple. And he did just that. He squeezed her tits. He squeezed her nipples and continued to ram his cock into her wet pussy. His cock slushed in her nectar in and out. "If you are not a fucking champ, then who the fuck are?" He asked, but he knew she would not answer, not yet at least. He simply kept the wild pace, he slowly pushed forward, and with every few thrusts, he would tilt a little further over her, forcing her legs a little further towards her. He freed his left hand from her tit, squeezed her right tit even harder and slapped her across her face as he continued to plough her. "If you are not the a fucking champ, then who are you? You know you will cum the moment you admit it." He was not sure she was listening to him. So he slapped her face again and then grabbed her neck. All of this was accompanied by the loud sounds of his cock smashing into her wet cunt. Of his pubis smashing into her engorged clit. She did not comply, but he did not exactly expect. He was too invested in her orgasm, in a way it felt like if he could make her cum all over his cock, this would be his final signature. He would be able to claim her as his properly. The smile on his face went truly vicious, but he released her throat and breast. His hands landed on either side of her shoulders and he started to pound her for real. Pound her like she could not even imagine possible. The beads of sweat were dropping from his body and onto hers, mixing with his own. And then he felt her start to cum. And then he heard her say it. "Slut" He repeated. "Yes Slut. Yes. Yes, you fucking slut." Like a child who got his wish fulfilled for christmas. He heard her admit it, and then he felt her cum all over him. He never felt the woman climax. The way she shivered, squealed, screamed, the way her body moved and her cunt clenched him in waves. He roared, screamed, and continued to hammer into her leaking cunt. Her fucking cunt, it felt like a furnace and a pond at the same time. And when he felt his own cock throb he quickly pulled it out and scrambled on his feet. He grabbed the girl, who just had her first in two years climax by her hair and yanked her head upwards. He did not bother to pull her on her knees or anything. His feet were on either side of her shoulders. He stood above her. He pushed his cock down and towards her mouth and guided her head and gasping for air mouth towards his cock. And then just shoved it in. Once cock was in her mouth, he grabbed her hair with both his large hands and started yanking it back and forth on his cock until he could not hold it any longer. His thick cum flooded her mouth, and her throat, and started to overflow quickly and leak from the corners of her lips. There was something primal, something insane in owning a girl like this. He smashed her face against his balls a good dozen times, each time exploding in her mouth with a portion of his sperm. And then it ended. He just released her, letting her head drop and hit the floor, softened by the carpet. He straightened up. "Fuck yeah." He said, glancing at Frankie, his cock still leaked some cum, Raya's frothed spit, and other juices onto her face when he walked around and knelt next to her cunt and shoved his fingers into her, hooking into her cunt just like before, three fingers now, he got them coated in her nectar, and then pushed them into his mouth, tasting his slut's cum. "This is a good start," Connor said. ​ ​ ​ ​

 

[Dr Bellwright]

The smile on Connor's face was telling. Triumphant, unscrupulous, with a pinch of gloating. He did not bother reacting to Raya's actions, and pathetic attempts at actions from Frankie. He watched her roll on her stomach, show off her curves, he watched her try to stand up on her shaky legs – shaky from all the fucking he inflicted upon her. He let her speak her piece, he watched her push Frankie away. This act alone almost made him hard again, and he even felt sorry for the girl, and the choice she had to make. Not sorry enough to stop it all. Not sorry enough not to rape her ass later in the evening. But sorry nonetheless. She probably saw a sadness blink for a second in his eyes as he looked at her, but most likely would misinterpret it. He looked at his belt, which he dropped on the floor, it had holes along its entire length, the soldiers used those not just to hold their pants, but also as improvised handcuffs, after all, no one produced new quality handcuffs. This should be enough for her neck. He picked up the belt and stood up. His flaccid, wet with their juices cock slowly swayed from left to right as he approached her. "I never promised one fuck. I had four hours, and we have a little over three hours left." He laughed when he saw the reaction on Raya's face as she tried to process what would happen to her after the four hours of fucking. He paused to absorb the fear on her face. It was too delicious, he waited for her to start opening her mouth before he continued. Slowly making his way to her. Just when she wanted to say something, to protest, to strike a deal, to beg, or whatever else he did not care – he continued. "Well, I'm not insatiable. I'm sure a champ like you will fuck me raw way sooner before the clock strikes midnight. We are done when…" He paused, he almost said we. "I'm thoroughly satisfied by you" He was a step away from her, his left hand held the folded belt, his right hand, one with her juices he kept free. He sensed that she was about to step back, maybe even run. Part of him would have welcomed the chase, but not at this very moment. He had a plan. He grabbed her shoulder and with a quick move, as if his belt was a lasso he threw it around her neck, and then used both hands to affix it as a collar, or a very domineering tie. And every time she would try to reach the "collar" with her hand, he would slap her hands away, and slap her across her face. Her face was slapped so many times that drops of blood started to pepper her cheeks. And when she calmed down, he looked at her but spoke to Frankie, who just stood there, and watched his girl getting collared. "Hey Frankie. I have a deal for you and your girlfriend. Of course, you will have to decide, if these terms are acceptable," it was hard not to laugh when he proposed that spineless Frankie would decide anything. But that was nothing. He saw the reaction in Raya's eyes, on her face, her hatred, despisal, and he was quite sure that at least half of that was towards Frankie, even as he was standing there. He smiled wider at his prey, he forced his fingers into her mouth and continued to talk casually. "Your girlfriend will need new clothes," Connor said, he pushed his fingers harder into her mouth, scraping his skin against her teeth. He held the belt, denying her the right to pull herself back. "All the clothes. Her top will not survive for long. And the boxes there, you'll need two trips there and back." Connor did not bother to look at Frankie. Instead, he looked at Raya's reaction, she was a smart girl. She guessed most of his plan by now. "You will bring the boxes back to the settlement, take the clothes for your girlfriend back, and bring them here. After that, she would have to get" He paused, before he uttered the next word devouring each sound. "Get raped just one more time. And then both of you can take the rest of the boxes and fuck off." Connor said. It would take Frankie a little over an hour to get back to the settlement, with a full load, unless raiders found his ass and relieved him of his load. And then a little under the hour to get back with just her clothes. Two hours in total, if he managed to be very quick, maybe an hour and forty minutes. But Connor looked into Raya's eyes. She had no confidence that he could be quick. He used his fingers to hook her cheek and turn her face towards Frankie, so she was forced to look at him as he was "making his decision." "I think it's fair. Do you agree, I promise not to kill or mame your girl. Only rape her holes. Use her as my cum receptacle, leave her cunt and mouth sore." He purposefully avoided mentioning her ass. Giving her a slight hope, that it just might not happen. It was important, to let your enemy or prey think that they had a way out. And Connor pulled his fingers out of her mouth and grabbed his wet cock with his hand. Collected their combined cum from his shaft and shoved his coated fingers back into her mouth. "Don't give me an answer just yet, take a few minutes. Check that all the provisions are in place, and give me an answer when you are calm." Connor said it took all his self-control to keep his voice level and face from laughing. The only thing that kept his attention was the fact that he started fingers her mouth again with his dirty hand. He fingered his slut's mouth in front of her boyfriend. This time he kept his hand relatively motionless, instead he used the belt around her neck, to pull her head onto his fingers. He hooked his fingers to turn her head to look at Frankie again, as he was "contemplating" his offer. "Yes, I'll go check the inventory." The mayor's boy said, and when he retreated, Connor relaxed his grip on the belt and let it drop as if it were a leather tie. He slowly pulled his wet with her spit fingers out of her mouth and stepped towards her again. His body was right against hers. But he did not touch her. Instead, he whispered. "Do you think your boy…friend will convince some friends, to come here and kill me for what I'm going to do, while he is galavanting there for two hours? Or will he just bring you new clothes, and be happy with that?" He did not stop. "Can you imagine coming back to the settlement after all of this? To quiet life. To dinners with the mayor and his family. The mayor who struck the deal, to let me have some needed stress relief." He touched her finally. He pushed his finger into her solar plex, to indicate that she was the stress relief. "Here is the deal." He continued whispering. "I'm going to sit on that sofa, and you going to crawl to me, and do things Frankie could never imagine. So that he could see nightmares for the rest of his life. I won't do anything to force you. I'll let you take all the initiative, so he knows, what he never gets. I know how sweet can revenge be. My slut." His whisper was almost sweet, and then he simply stepped back and walked to the sofa. Knowing very well, that his slut, his champ, will not miss the opportunity. He slowly sat, spread his legs and waited for her to come up with the plan. ​ ​ ​ ​

 

[Dr Bellwright]

Connor watched Raya crawl to him, just like he told her. He noticed with a corner of his eye how Frankie froze, he was sitting on the floor next to the boxes, counting the cans of food, when he saw his girlfriend start to crawl to her abuser. He smiled, widely as she approached him, and watched her with some curiosity. He looked at her with that "really?" look when she straddled him, thinking that it would not be enough if she wanted to hurt her boyfriend properly, but the smile came back to his face when she asked him to help her. He did. He leaned back, then forward, accepting her legs on his shoulders. "Shit. He said when he saw her open cunt right below his face. He never expected to want it. He never expected to want to eat a woman, to lick her. In fact, it was frowned upon among the young in the barracks. But he did not care. She said that she was his slut. "You want me to lick you this bad?" Connor asked her and dipped his tongue in her still warm and wet cunt. He breathed out, breathed in. He pulled the tongue out, and then he licked her across her slit. Even his tongue was forceful as he pushed against her clit, split her lips and moved all the way to her anus, and back. He inhaled again, loudly, making the airflow across her folds and lips, and then he took her lips and sucked them. He did not use his hands at first, trying to see how much reaction he could get out of her just with his mouth. He pushed his tongue into her already sodden cunt. "Shit, you are already wet." He whispered into her and he felt her mouth start to work his cock. He felt her tongue move slowly, deeply at first, but she quickly picked up the pace – when he started licking her lips when he pushed his tongue into her cunt, he licked the place where her clit was supposed to be. "He is about to leave." He told her, letting her know, if she wanted to put on a bigger show, though he almost regretted reminding her. She was now licking his length, bobbing her head. He felt as she bulged her cheeks with his cock. He only wished he could see it. He will see it. He felt the barrier of her throat. "Shit" He exhaled into her cunt. He drew breath again and wrapped his lips around her hardening clit. He did not even notice when his left hand gripped her red buttock, but it was his right hand that made her moan. His fingers raked along her thighs and towards her buttocks but then took a sharp turn. Soon she would feel two fingers slide back and forth along her slit, and then dive into her thoroughly fucked cunt. His lips wrapped around her clit, rubbed against it, his tongue flicked and played and his fingers started to move. "Fuck, I love your cunt so much. So soft, so wet, so warm." He praised her as if he was not the same man who ripped her clothes and took her against her will. At least initially. "Lick my balls." He demanded into her, in contrast to his ministrations that lacked the aggression that was present in the previous round. His hips started to buck, pushing his cock into her mouth, helping her take him further and faster. "And under my balls." He added to the demand. He did not even care about Frankie, he just wanted to feel this slut's tongue all over his crotch. And he wanted his tongue and fingers all over hers. He let her clit go free for a moment, and with greed and hunger, Raya never felt towards herself. That he never felt towards any woman, all the while his fingers slushed in and out of her. Just like before he took extra care to explore the walls of her cunt. He kept moving his hips and spread his legs even further apart, to accommodate her head if she complied with his demands. His hand slowly squeezed her buttock and pulled it away, to let his tongue lick across her anus a few times before he pulled it back to hover above her clit. His fingers pressed against her spot, his lips wrapped around her clit and started sucking it. Connor never heard a woman moan like Raya. ​ ​ ​ ​

 

[Dr Bellwright]

Connor alternated, between working her clit and her g-spot, and then just giving up on any kind of systematic effort and just licking her up. He tried to keep away from her ass at first, with his wicked and cunning plan, to make her forget that he was planning to fuck it, but the longer they were going at each other the less he cared about any plans. His tongue travelled all the way from her clit, across her roughly fingered cunt, and to her arsehole. And then he stopped, right on top of her ass. His fingers continued to pump her cunt but his tongue just stopped for a second and then pressed into her arse. Part of him was content that Grizzly was not here. "Shit, you so. Fuck." He exclaimed nonsense into her and felt her tongue wander lower, where he commanded her to. The tongue licked him across the skin that was untouched by the attention. It was hard to keep his eyes shut, as he felt her work the region and he licked her, like a wild, predatory cat. He lapped her cunt, her clit, he pushed his tongue into her pussy, to join his fingers that were fucking and exploring her walls and of fucking course. He pushed his tongue into her arse. And then some more. But she was not done. "Yes. Work it. My dirty whore." He shifted on the sofa, to drag his buttocks forward, to open himself up to her. To give the whore all the access she could need. And he mirrored the treatment she was giving him. His wide tongue was now penetrating her miniature asshole, he alternated between rimming along the edge and pushing his tongue deeper into her with every push. Generously coating everything around with saliva. With each second he grew a little more impatient. He started to much his hips into her tongue, rubbed himself against her face, and felt her do the same to him. He huffed like a bull into her ass and cunt. He gasped for air, he drank her, and he sucked her out and inner lips, only to run his tongue back to her sweet arsehole. He felt his cock twitch when he knew that her ass was no longer tight. He could push his tongue into her with ease, and go deeper, and he felt her do the same to his arsehole. By now he threw one leg to the side, as far as he could opening himself up to all and any whim of her tongue. "Frankie left." He told her. He inhaled loudly, letting the cool air wash all over her ass, pushed his tongue back into her, and bumped his own ass into her face, knowing very well, that she would not fucking stop eating him. And then if that was not enough, he brought his second hand towards her opening. With fingers of his right hand in her cunt, and now the middle finger of his left hand pushing into her wet with his saliva ass he moved his tongue back to her clit. Satisfied with how he worked all of her bottom holes and bud. He felt her tongue press into him deeper, and deeper. He never felt like this, and if he was going frank, probably would never feel like this again. He finger fucked her ass, her cunt, he sucked and licked her clit at the same time. And he loved it, every fucking moment. "Yes. Lick that ass. Push your tongue and fingers. Fuck it while you can, because I'm going to fuck your ass with everything I have." He did not care for his original plan. He wanted her to know what he was going to do to her. "Whether you want it or not. I'm going to rape your ass." He used the crudest language, wanting to humiliate the girl that he was pleasing so thoroughly. Wanted to humiliate the girl that was licking his ass inside out. And he waited if she would do anything drastic, anything stupid, or if they would continue to indulge in their sixty-nine, until their next orgasm or if they could wait no longer. But that's not what he really wanted. Instead, he pushed his lips away, nay. He tore his lips from her, he pulled his fingers out. "Enough. Enough games for now. I want to fuck you right." He said and grabbed her waist and pulled her a little up and to the side. "Climb on me bitch." He issued his command and took the belt to lift her head and torso up. ​ ​ ​ ​

 

[Dr Bellwright]

Connor never felt this torn, and he somehow enjoyed it. Just a moment ago, she was a willing bitch pounding his arsehole with her tongue, and now she froze. He felt her fear with his entire body. And with his ass. He felt her muscles tense; he felt how reluctant she became. And this moment he wished for both. He felt so powerful, being able to scare a girl like her with just one phrase. But also he longed for the experience he was receiving just moments ago. He wished for both. To feel her fear and her eagerness, but he did not know how to get it, yet. But he could not hold the smile. He could swear that he could feel her fear on his tongue even when she pulled away, to change position, to fuck herself on his dick. He let her move, he would even say he was mostly patient. Apart from phrase, grunt, growl, and his hands that traversed her hips and sides. He moved the belt to have the "leash" part on her back, and pulled his legs closer together, now that he did not need to be wide open for her head. Letting her straddle him with relative ease. And then when she told him to shut up and quickly looked at him with those large hazel eyes, he felt his heart flutter. Shit, she was just as fucked, just as confused as he was. He smiled, he tittered soundlessly, with his lips vibrating in a smile, and continued to watch his bitch slowly work herself to be impaled on his length. He wrapped the leather belt around his arm, to have a tighter grip on her. He pulled her every time she got a little too far away, and placed his other hand on her toned hip. Was she teasing him? The position she chose, and she was the one who chose it just opened up the view of her wet with his saliva ass. Was she this easy? Or was she this desperate? Connor wondered, the self-indulgent and a little predatory smile was now permanently plastered across his face. But he would not be so easy. He will wait. Wait until she is properly needy. At least this was his plan and fantasy. When she started to pick up the pace, he felt her push her throat against the belt, and he tensioned the leash, letting her use his strength to balance herself, but at the same time choke herself a little. "You've never had anything this big inside of you, did you?" And when she did not answer he yanked the leash, and pulled her onto him, to make her back pressed into his torso. "I asked you a question slut." He growled into her ear, his mouth was right next to her face and the hand that was holding her hip now looped around her body and pressed his callous, thick finger against her clit. She tried to move, but her amplitude was quite constricted while he arched her backwards, but he compensated. He started thrusting into her. His thick head was not grinding the front wall of her cunt, rubbing against the sensitive spot when his fingers started to rub her clit. And when she finally answered the first question, he had the second one. "Is this the first time you are properly fucked?" He asked, but he really did not help her. His finger was moving fast rubbing her clit, his hips were thrusting his cock into her, bulging her as he rammed into her cunt from below. He bit her neck, clenching his teeth on her skin. "Answer me," he growled and did not let her skin free until she started talking. And then he pushed her forward, giving her control over the motion for some time. Keeping the leash tense, he moved his hand back to her hip, and further back to grab her buttock and spread it. "Did you choose this position, so I could see your arsehole? Are you that desperate, so you present it to me this eagerly?" She would hear him again, she would feel his fingers dig into her flesh, all but one. His thumb slid across and into the cleft, and pressed against her wet, virgin, puckered hole. He pulled the leash a little, forcing her to arch back, and reminding her not to get any ideas as he pushed his thick thumb into her ass. And then as if to give her some hope, he pulled the thumb away, released her buttock, and spanked her, first left, then right butt cheek. He could not stop scowling, she was his. She was all his. It felt like he could force any emotion, as long as it was lust, fear, or hate. But he was a simple man. ​

 

[Dr Bellwright]

There was something insanely satisfying in the way she writhed and squirmed, while she tried to fuck herself on his cock, but also while she tried to escape the presence of his thumb. It was like he was a vampire, but instead of her blood, he was eating her confusion, incertitude, and doubt. She did not know what to do, he felt her cunt start to shiver all around his cock, just like before. He did not say anything, he just wanted to feel her cum again. He could not shake that face he saw, that way she squirmed. The whores back in the military camp, they were discarded slaves. They were the merchandise that no one would buy. Of course, he was getting lucky from time to time when he was on the expeditions, he was a handsome man. But he never had somebody like Raya. As if a reward, but really, to just feel her cum again he pulled his thumb out of her ass. "Cum for me bitch. Cum like you never came." This would not be a problem. He tensioned the belt, just to squeeze her throat a little harder and then as if to demonstrate and remind her, that her ass was free of his thumb he pressed his nails against her left shoulderblade and scratched her back all the way down, leaving white marks and blood trails from top to bottom. As he continued to pound her from below. He moved his hand to her right shoulder and repeated the scratch, it was not straight, the way they slammed into each other now no longer allowed for clean, straight scratch marks, instead the work of his nails was visible all over her right side. But none of that mattered. He felt her squeeze his cock, he felt her cunt push more and more of her own cum. His cock was throbbing, pulsing, as if he was trying to fight the way she tried to constrict him. He felt his own orgasm approach, he squeezed his legs to delay that, which only allowed his bitch in heat to pound herself into him rougher. And then he heard her. He was dazed himself, he was not sure what was it, screaming or squealing, or maybe she started cursing. He just registered that something changed. "YES FUCKING CUM BITCH. SCREAM BITCH. TELL ME YOU ARE MINE!" He roared and screamed behind her, and then as she continued to climax he jerked her back, so he could absorb the way she shivered and squirmed with his torso. The hand that raked her back was now on her mound and he violently rubbed her clit until his ears could no longer take the screaming. He did not cum yet, but he was in some sense in shock, from the way she cummed right on top of him. He waited until she started to beg to stop. He kept on pumping her. He waited until she tried to use her hands to push his hand away from her clit. And then he decided to give in. Not right away, he kept on rubbing her for ten or so seconds, as she fought against his hand with hers. But then he released her, and placed both of his hands on her shoulders. "It's time dear. For your ass." He whispered into her ear. He knew she would not hear him at first. He bit her earlobe and the top of the ear. "I'm going to fuck your arse. Are you going to fight me?" He was a hurricane of lust. His cock, even when he stopped pumping it, still throbbed like a vibrator in her. His veins pumped blood, and yet he managed to keep his voice level. The words were about to reach her consciousness when he pushed her, off his cock and on the floor. The loud plop with which his member left her cunt filled the entire room. He did not even move, trying to replay the sound. And then he looked at his bitch on the floor, as she tried to scramble or orient herself. Instead, he stood. He grabbed her side with his right hand, his feet were on either side of her hips and lowered himself approximately right above her arsehole. "You look like a girl, who likes to rip the bandaid in one go." He told her, he hoisted her ass up towards his cock, with the left hand he guided the tip of his throbbing cock right in front of her ass, and then he lowered himself, while pulling her up, and forced the head into her ass. “Spread your ass cheeks. It will be easier.” ​

 

[Dr Bellwright]

"I am too fucking big. Say it again." Connor exclaimed he did not need his hand to guide his cock any longer, now that he was forcing his way into her, so he grabbed her other hip and looked at her own hands spread buttocks wide. Shit, she was gorgeous. Beads of sweat, drops of blood, tense muscles, her shape was perfect, and her fucking ass was perfect. He wished he could just keep her to himself, part of him just wanted to throw her over his shoulder and run away. From everything, including Grizzly. He did not care in the beginning, but with every thrust, with every push, bit by bit, he wished that this girl was his. His and only his. If Raya had looked at him in this moment, she would have seen a wide, greedy, and possessive scowl across his face. He ignored her at first. Or at least tried. She told him to use his spit, this tainted the compliment she gave him at first, so he pulled his cock a little out, and pushed it back in her. Now that he held both of her hips, he could just guide her, up and down, like his fucking toy. He pushed her ass down and then slammed her back onto his cock. She was his toy, his rapemeat, whatever. He was not supposed to like her or listen to her shit. His fingers gripped her hips harder, and he lifted on his squat and then he held her tightly in place as he pushed down into her And then he stopped, he wanted her to be attentive, he wanted her to hear him. "Maybe you should learn to squirt. I'm covered in your juices, and you are still unhappy?" There was actual anger and annoyance in the man's voice. He was fucking raping her, and yet the girl was overly familiar as if they were fucking lovers. And yet. Well, he did wish he could slide into her a little easier. Connor thought as he looked down, seeing that he was only about halfway through. He did not admit it. Instead, he used his hands yanked her hips, and pushed a little deeper into her. "You want me to shove it into your mouth first?" Connor's voice was annoyed, frustrated, and angry, but even with all that, it felt like the two of them were in the middle of some twisted negotiation. "Convince me to fuck your face" Connor growled and pulled her onto his cock further. "For a minute. And I'll stop fucking your ass, and wet my cock in our saliva." And as if to illustrate this fact, he pulled some spit from the throat and into his mouth and spat on her back, wasting the precious lube. He did not care if she would start to please immediately, or she would fight like she liked it so much. At least at first. He knew her pattern, she would be all reluctant. He pulled her off his cock, pushed her by her hips down, and moved upward, and then he brought her back onto his wet with her cum cock at the same time as he lowered himself. He collected some more spit and across her back again. "No. Too slow. Beg faster next time," Connor said, collecting more of his saliva and spitting it on her back again and then. "You don't need no spit, you are a fucking champ, remember?" He started the sentence with his voice full of anger, but as he continued it went cold, flat, and truly dangerous, there was no more anger or growling because he had to focus on how he moved from now on. He kept the rhythm the same. He used his hands to push her hips down, he lifted himself up, and then he would pull her hips upwards towards him, and slam himself down into her. He felt the heat that friction created, he felt the tiny bruises he inflicted on her tight hole with every dual-thrust he performed. He felt the pain as his throbbing head was squeezed. Just a minute ago he was about to cum, but now, his orgasm was far away to Raya's ultimate dismay. "Fuck yeah." He screamed as he impaled her ass, he was three-quarters inside, and he peeled her away and smashed into her again in this infernal rhythm, he slowly raped his way into her ass until his cock was fully submerged. "You still alive there champ?" He asked and chuckled at his unwieldy victim. And started fucking her for real now, moving his cock all the way out, and all the way in, increasing the pace now that he tamed her ass. And if that was not enough to humiliate, scare, and fuck her he said. "I'm still going to cum inside your cunt." And picked the pace up further, bouncing her up and down as if she was his toy.​ ​ ​ ​

​

 

[Dr Bellwright]

"Anything.. but that.. please..I'll fuck.. myself.. just don't.. cum.. inside me.."​ Connor did not answer; his mind reeled from possibility to possibility. He could demand anything, he could make her do anything if only he stopped, but he did not need to demand anything. Raya did something he had not even thought to ask yet. She started fucking herself. She pushed her petite frame onto his cock, and back, she met him as he violently thrust into her ass. She was in pain, and yet, she fucked her faster with every slam of their bodies. This freed up his hands. He still kept one on her hip, to guide her, not to let her slip from side to side, not too far at least. But his attention switched back to the belt-leash. He grabbed the leather and pulled it until the leash was under tension. "I'll do.. anything.. just not that.."​ She said, and he only laughed. Loudly. "You'll do anything whichever of yours fuckhole I decide to fill," Connor said and went quiet, he greeted somebody with the silent nod. Raya would not know, would not be able to see the newcomer, with her shaking in the air from their wild pounding and her eyes filled with tears. Grizzly, Gustav made his way to the safe house they used to exchange the goods for payments, and sometimes services, like today. He was the one who recommended Connor for the "bonus" R'n'R, stress relief. The Military Compound had a lot of names for simple acts. To let their soldiers have unobstructed fun. He wanted to give the boy some time alone with girl, before he would arrive. If Connor played his cards right, he might even be a "good cop" in the equation, but the moment Grizzly entered the large room, through the same door which Frankie used but twenty minutes ago, he knew that this would not be good cop – bad cop type of game. He smiled widely. He saw her ripped pants, he saw Connor's clothes all over the place. The elder soldier calmly made his way to the nearest chair, he looked at Connor and the girl and started to slowly undress. Accuratelly hanging his jacket on the back of the chair, then folding his tshirt and thermal shirt and placing them on the seat. He took his time undressing, using the chair to stash his entire inventory. ​ Connor felt the unmistakable sensation in his cock as it started to throb, as his veins started to pulse and push against the girl's tight passage. Tight, but by now thoroughly used. He did not see it, but his cock must have been peppered in bruises and streaks of her blood, from how he fucked her in the beginning, and then how they fucked her together. And then he pulled out. He heard her scream, he heard her realise that he did not cum. He felt her move, he felt her ass pump invisible cock, as if she was trying to find it and grab it with her arsehole. He laughed. He slid from the squat and to his shins and shoved his bruised and ready to cum cock into her cunt. He bottomed out, his balls smashed into her clit, and he jerked the leash and brought her upward, just like when Frankie was feeding her water. He barely moved. "Look at him bitch." He yanked the leash and pointed towards the man, who stood maybe twenty feet away, he just removed his shoes, his chest was bare and covered in tattoos, and he was unbuckling his own belt. "I will let you fuck him. I will let you use his cock to pump my cum out of your cunt." He laughed again at his own idea, he did not give her even a moment to process what was going on. He just pushed her back on the ground, still holding the leash, to keep her back arched, his hand grabbed her hip to keep her in place, and not let her try to slide away, and he resumed his rhythm. It did not take him long to start filling her with his hot cum. Somehow he had just as much as the first time. Grizzly watched them, and he chuckled. He was not sure what was going on up until now, but he loved the girls when they begged. He pushed his boxers down, his cock was already halfway ready, and then he kept himself busy, making sure that the gun and knife were secured, while he waited for Connor to pump his seed into her cunt. And then he slowly walked towards them. "I was looking to make her give me a nice blowjob the first," Grizzly said, loudly, so that girl could hear. "Pumping cum out sounds like a lot of work." He said, and smiled, waiting to see if girl would bite and start begging him. Either way, he would have his fun. Either way, he would enjoy showing her place. Either way, it would be a good start. He looked at spent for a moment Connor and leaned down to pick the girl's leash. “My name is Grizzly. What's your name?”

 

[Dr Bellwright]

There was something perversely pleasurable in hearing the girl curse him. The way her voice coated each word with venom. Fuck you. And yet her body still complied with her desire. With her own desire, he could not get enough of it. He wanted her to curse him further, maybe even try to claw his face, while fucked his cock, while she impaled herself as bitch in heat she truly was. He felt her fucking heat, he felt the way both of her holes wrapped around his cock. But Connor decided not to mention it. Not at the moment, to let her have her illusions for now, something told him that it would only be so much sweeter to break them all together. He almost felt a pinch of anger at how quickly Grizzly – his mentor – arrived. She writhed on the floor, trying to hide her face, her tears, he could have enjoyed it more, for ten, twenty, fuck, who is he trying to full. Connor would have enjoyed watching her for half an hour, trying to hide her tears and shame. Driven by her reluctance and greed he kept unloading his cum into her until he felt his cock spasm in pain that replaced the orgasm. "Shit girl, you hot. Your cunt is searing!" The young man said and pulled out, commenting both on her looks and her actual need. Grizzly looked at Raya, he smiled, as if he read her mind about her need to show him her teeth, to scream, to growl at him, to try to scare him. He smiled wider when he saw that she withheld, and took control of her emotions. He felt his cock rise a little more. There was something unmistakably appealing in the girl who was thoroughly fucked before, already on her knees, with tears in her eyes. His poker face held strong, the only thing that gave a hint of how aroused he was, was how he had to pry his dry lips apart and lick them to add any moisture. Grizzly watched the girl "admire" that humongous cock of his. He used the moment to quickly look at Connor, who was coming down from his orgasm. "Like what you see?" Quick chortle escaped and made a loud slurping sound as he chewed his lips. "Depends on what you call a plan. You are part of a payment. Fresh girl, for honest soldiers like myself and Connor there." Grizzly said, and then he talked over to Connor. "Is the mayor's boy alive? I was hoping to say hi." It was possible to taste the glee and gloating in the elder man's voice. And that's when Raya's eyes finally met him. He let her bring him closer to her using the very leash he held and watch her squeeze his cock. "Ah, ha" Escaped his lungs when he felt that pleasurable, full of promise pain. "You are fun." The man murmured and moved his hips just a little, to play along with the way she stroked him. "He was no fun. I figured he needed an exercise and a fresh air." Connor answered. As if the two of them were discussing a friend of theirs, who needed a break. "Also," Connor added and landed a loud and sharp spank on her ass. "This girl here is a champ. But her legs will be wobbly as fuck when we are done with her. I figured boy could carry the traded goods in two runs," Connor added. There was something perverse in being nice to your victim, the one he just repeatedly raped and will rape further. He squeezed her bruised buttock in his hand. "Alright," was all that Grizzly said. He moved his right hand to cup the side of her head, combing his fingers through her hair. He glanced at Connor one more time, he noticed that the bliss was retreating from the young man's, and he looked at girl with what could be read as jealousy. Grizzly knew his student well enough, to know that he did not expect his Champ, to just start and stroke newly arrived cock. He looked at Raya. "Don't worry Connor, I'm the bitch likes you still." He tried to convey to Raya, that Connor, was a little jealous without saying it out loud. Trying to see if she wanted to exact whatever revenge she still could. Not unlike Connor who used the similar line for her to hurt Frankie. "I love what you did with her though. So willing, yet so defiant. You did well keeping her on the brink." Grizzly complemented, manipulated Connor. Connor did not know what he was doing, yet his face changed as he pushed the jealousy away gleaming with short-term pride after receiving a verbal commendation from his mentor.

 

[Dr Bellwright]

Grizzly's eyes focused on Raya with an intensity the girl had probably never seen before. He let his hands drop from her head to his sides, making it very clear to Connor and more importantly, to himself, that he was not the one guiding her. She was. Whatever reason she had or whatever excuse she had, he did not care; he just watched the girl make her way up his length. He felt her warm, salivating mouth move up his length. His own lips parted, and it took quite a lot of him not to thrust into her mouth. He wanted it all to be her actions; her doing. He loved the feeling of her wet saliva. "Where did you learn to suck cock like this?" The silver-haired man asked. It would be hard not to glance at Connor in any other context, but right now, with the pretty little whore on his cock – the task was easy. He smiled even more when he noticed the way her eyebrows, eyes and nose formed a distasteful grimace. As if she hated it. He hoped she did, there was something intoxicating in knowing that he manipulated the girl to give him the treatment. He was just about to command her to leave her hands out of the blowjob, or maybe ask Connor to restrain her hands when the little slut released his cock and grabbed his thighs. It was not exactly what he had in mind, but it would do for now. Connor placed his hands on his own thighs. He tried to look as if he was composed, as he just sat there and relaxed after his second orgasm in a row. That was not strange, right? He could just take his time. His cock was covered in his cum and Raya's juices were flaccid for a moment, but he could not hide the fact that every time he looked at Raya sucking Grizzly's dick with passion, he felt his cock harden bit by bit. He felt needles that poked his chest, he felt the need to do something. Something to make sure that Grizzly would never suspect jealousy in him. They were above that. They were brothers in arms, he was his student, and he was supposed to be comfortable sharing anything. He needed to do something. To prove him, her, and himself. The need for more praise from his mentor and the need for her to stop enjoying the old fart mixed in him. "Whore. No hands, move faster." Connor noticed that Raya stopped, and while he did not dare look at Grizzly, something told him that his expression also changed. And while Raya was trying to send her message, Connor dropped on one knee right behind her, grabbed the arms that squeezed his thighs and brought them behind her back, he locked them next to each other with one hand, and grabbed her bunched-up hair with another and pushed her mouth along his cock. He pushed her all the way, scraping her teeth along against Grizzly's cock. Grizzly grimaced. It took some strength not to pull back, not to recoil from the young whore's teeth when his student pushed her onto his cock. He wondered if there was any blood. The young are always so restless. Now that the damage was done, he decided to see where would it lead. Connor pulled her head away, and then off the Grizzly's cock leaving a few strings of spit between her lips and his head. "Offer yourself to him. Tell him which holes you want him to fuck and own." The young growled into her ear. He hoped that she would choose, but for him, for Connor to own her holes. Twisted smile moved across Grizzly's face, as he watched Connor try to command the young whore. When he did not hear the answer from her, he shoved her face back onto Grizzly's hore, manhandling her. Young people. Restless. The older soldier thought with an amusement. He could feel that his young whore, even through pain, and discomfort, was delighted at how far she drove her previous assailant. He looked at her with challenge, asking her wordlessly What it's gonna be? His eyes asked while Connor impaled her face again again. This time Grizzly rolled on his feet, moving his cock in her mouth. And looked into her eyes with knowing eyes. And Raya, would feel Connor's anger, envy or maybe jealousy, and also tip of his hardened again cock press against the small of her back.

 

[Dr Bellwright]

The pain from her teeth subsided quicker than the older soldier expected, as his attention was now split between the two of them. It seemed that his "plan"; if that could be called a plan, was working a little too well. He felt the warmth of satisfaction wash over him, in addition to the heat of lust and desire to make this girl his. I'll make you do things you never could have imagined. I'll open you up. He thought but did not tell her, that was a little soon for that. Instead, he watched her go at his cock with Connor's assistance. The boy was restless, he will have to address it soon. Soon-ish, not now. She shot some looks at him, trying to communicate, trying to show him she was onto his plan. She was and wasn't, but he smiled widely. And then he had to stop himself, he did not even notice how his hips pushed forward driven by instinct only. He had to remind himself that he did not need to do anything. He ought not to act, but let her do it. And then he heard her to try and say something. It was his name obviously, 'Griz' she almost moaned, as his student impaled her mouth on his cock. Shit, this was too fucking hot. I should invite the boy on all my dates. The random thought almost evoked a laugh, but he just smiled as he listened patiently. It was not hard to be patient when somebody rammed a pretty girl's head on your cock after all. He knew what she was going to say, and yet he could not help it. He knew she was lying, at least to an extent, he knew she would have gladly run. But it did not matter, she sold it, and he was ecstatic. He felt her breath wash over his head and shaft and loudly inhaled through his teeth when he heard. 'I want Grizzly'. Shit. He did not care if this was true. She was his. By now Connor was in shock, he almost started a groan but quickly calmed himself. He took the breath in and out as his training taught him to calm down in stressful situations. He wanted to fuck the girl in the ass again, slap her around, whip her with his belt. But this would show his true feelings for his mentor. "Sorry sir. What did you say?" Connor asked when he realised that Grizzly told him something. "Take five. You did a great job here. I'll call you to spitroast this…" He paused and finally lifted his hand to her head and brushed his fingers through her post-coital messy hair. "Champ," Grizzly said, savouring the word and looking down at a girl who licked the thick precum off his cock. And Connor hated himself. He felt pride again, and this time he knew it was not earned. And yet he felt satisfaction and pride. He stood up. "Yes Sir." He said and freed Raya's hands and retreated back to the sofa. "Get those holes wet and ready, girl, now that your hands are free." Grizzly issued a command, his voice was calm, nothing like Connors, he just expected things that he said to happen as if he were relaying laws of physics. He gave a few seconds for his words to sink and shook his head. "No, don't stop the sucking. Keep sucking don't stop, start fingering your holes." He said and nodded towards Connor, who was sitting to the left of them. As if to show her that her rapist was watching, collecting anger, resentment, jealousy, and envy in his mind. "You have two hands." He said and watched the girl comply. He was not sure, but she looked delighted at the opportunity to cause havoc and rampage through his student's feelings. She was caught in the moment. Connor threw his hand over the back of sofa, trying to look casual and relaxed. The young and muscular man, the dream of any other woman, spread his legs and sat alone on the sofa, trying to divide the plan to rain justice and punishment on slut. His slut. He did not care what she said later. He was there first. He took her arse first. She will scream my fucking name. "What is your name?" Grizzly asked the girl whose mouth was full with his cock, and her holes were occupied with her fingers. She looked like goddess of lust: throroughly fucked, bruised, marked, slapped, with cum oozing out of her cunt.

 

[Dr Bellwright]

Connor swallowed and relaxed his hand, which had been splayed across the back of the sofa he sat on. He had not noticed that he clenched the fabric. He shifted and then dragged his heels forward across the floor, trying to appear relaxed and casual. Next, he had to unclench his jaws. He saw his slut sucking another man. Which was not supposed to be a problem. She wasn't given to him as property, a payment, nothing more. He was not supposed to feel all this. He felt anger at Grizzly, Raya, and himself warring inside him. More than anything else, he wanted to know how the old soldier managed this. He saw his slut comply. Willingly. She kept her mouth on his cock devoutly, she pushed her head into his hand when he offered to brush her hair, and she pushed her fingers into her holes when he ordered her. How? He could swear that she tried to glance at him, but he was never able to catch it. His eyes were focused on the way her body moved, her head bobbed, and her fingers fucked herself. Was she trying to call him? Did she want him to come and take her too? He brushed the thought away, he was young but not naive. And then he felt his heart skip the beat. She introduced herself, her lips were still ready for his cock. "Such a beautiful name," Grizzly uttered. He tilted his head to look behind her body to see how she was getting along with his task. Her mouth resumed the licking and sucking. "Yes, Raya, don't stop. You doing great," He praised her, mostly to add fuel to the fire that was Raya's hate for Connor. "I see you still struggling with your ass." His voice sounded genuinely caring. "Do you want me to fuck your cunt while you work on spreading your arse for me?" The man asked. "Since you were such a good girl, I'm going to let you choose." His voice was gentle, but there was no real choice. He was going to use all the holes she promised, all she had. No choice, and not a real question. Her answer was predetermined, and as if to illustrate it to her, the moment she tried to say something, he firmly pulled her head onto his cock, until her nose touched his pubis. He pushed his hips, thrusting the head of his cock against her throat, and pulled away. He nodded before he started talking as if he agreed with something. "Get on the floor, raise your ass in the air, face on the ground, and keep fucking your arse, get it ready for this," He nodded towards his humongous member. "Cock." His fingers cupped the side of her head before he pushed her back towards the carpet. "Connor, could you throw us a pillow from the sofa, please." Grizzly his student politely, he knew that he could not keep pushing his buttons indefinitely, but it was so enjoyable to look at Raya's face every time he pressed one of those buttons. Grizzly extended his hand to catch the pillow in the air without looking at it. "Thank you," Grizzly said. He noted that Connor did not bother to answer and made a mental note. Can't press his buttons indefinitely. He thought and chuckled. But he will press them, and then he will enjoy the show. And with this thought, he dropped the pillow on the floor. – "This should be better on your knees or face than this harsh carpet." The rapist said. He could have given her two pillows, he could have stopped, sent Connor away, but instead, he gave her a pillow to choose which part of her body, her knees or her face, she wanted to have a bigger rash. He looked at Raya, "Don't waste my time." He told her when he felt like she was dragging her feet. "Assume position. Yourself." The threat was obvious: You don't want me to be a second Connor, do you? He gave her a little less than a minute and knelt behind her once her ass was in the air. Before he penetrated her, he leaned over her arsehole and pulled some spittle into his mouth before letting it drop right between her buttocks, splattering across her hole. "Here," Grizzly said and picked her wrists to guide them behind her back and towards her anus. "Get it ready." The man did not have to clarify for what, he straightened up and pressed his cock against her thoroughly used cunt. There was something magical about that. About taking a girl who was already in heat. He pushed his cock, his cunt was wet. Not dripping yet, but it was impossible to mistake. Connor saw Grizzly take her hips. He started fucking her like a machine. He saw that many times. It was like a man found his sweet spot. The best speed, best amplitude. He knew exactly how to move to get pleasure. Young man glanced at his cock, it was still flacid, but he could already feel the ache, he felt the blood rush. But then his eyes met Raya's face. And all his hopes that she was faking it shattered.

---

 

[Dr Bellwright]

Grizzly watched the girl assume the position with a mixture of impatience, curiosity, and even a little glee. There was something uniquely primal in realising that a human being in front of you was fully under your control. Under your thumb. He could do anything to her. He could order her to do anything. Sure at some point she will stop complying willingly, and then he can force her. Part of him wanted it now. He felt his chest heave, he wanted to give her more orders, order after order, until she realised that she could no longer comply, to find her red line, and then fuck her, and rum her right through that red line, and make her beg for more. Genuinely or not, that did not matter. To be precise, it was a matter of fact. Humans are weird creatures. One can always break another human to enjoy things they would never have imagined. He looked up at Connor, who looked positively lost. A little longer my boy. And you can take her again. I just need her to break you. He thought. This was a good lesson for the boy, to know that in this world, there were no love, and concepts like faithfulness did not work. Those things existed before the cataclysm. Truth, justice, understanding, fidelity, marriages, relationships. Now, Raya's boyfriend simply left her with a dude who was raping her. He switched his attention back to Raya dropped on the floor behind her, and shoved himself into her. As he started his ruthless rhythm the girl writhed, he enjoyed it, but also gripped her hips tighter to make sure that she did not move too much. The man knew exactly how he wanted to fuck her, how fast, and how deep. Except for the first couple of thrusts, he moved balls deep every single time, he moved with constant speed, increasing the pace every half a minute or so. But he was a man, and what man could just ignore the squirming on his girl? Moaning girl, a girl who was screaming praise about his cock. The girl was no longer just standing there, she was now working with him, bucking against him, he smiled. He released her left hip and grabbed the wrist of the hand she used to finger her own arsehole. "Yes good." The man said and assisted her wrist in thrusting fingers into her ass. It was quite clear for the man, that girl was starting to extract some perverse pleasure from it all. Maybe because she loved it, or maybe it was some kind of a defensive mechanism. In any case, he helped her, and then his throat ungulated as he collected more spit, and let the ball of wetness drop on her again. This one though, was for his fingers. As she continued to willingly assault her own ass, one more finger, Grizzly's thick middle finger slowly pushed into her. Her reaction, the way she shook, tried to say something, it was so fucking satisfying, to see the girl under his full control, to see her unable or afraid, or both to go against his will. He picked the pace up again. Hammering his cock harder into her. Getting her shins, knees scratched against the carper with every thrust. "Tell me if you want to cum girl," he did not promise to help her, he was not sure if he was willing to go out of his way to help her cum. This phrase was mostly addressed to Connor. "I can take care of your ass, if you want to take care of your clit." The man said, keeping the consistent rhythm.​ Connor inhaled. He tried to do it soundlessly. They were fucking for almost ten minutes now, and he felt refreshed. He felt ready to get back, to have what he had earned, his bonus for jobs he did, for time and sacrifices, and yet he was reluctant. He did not want to interrupt his master. More importantly, he did not want to compete with his master. At least not yet. Maybe, when the old man is tired. Connor smiled, the rudimentary plan, that would not work, but still made him feel a little better formed inside of his handsome, young head. ​ Either way, whichever way she chose, it did not take long for Raya to start feeling Grizzly's cock throb. It was as if his entire shaft pushed against her walls, but nothing could compare to how his head throbbed, threatening to add his cum to Connor's in her cunt. "Good girl. You can finish me with your arse girl." Grizzly said, sticking to his role of good cop for one last act of "kindness." If she heard him.​

 

[Dr Bellwright]

"Oh, girl, shut up." The man told her, when she begged him to slow down, there was something magical in having a girl beg him to do something and being able to reject her without even considering what the fuck did she just ask. He continued to fuck her in the rhythm that he could have claimed as his own, he could have patented it if such a thing still existed. He added a second finger when she moved her hands away to work herself to orgasm. A truly cruel smile spread across his face when he imagined what Connor would do to the girl when she came, and he, Grizzly, left her for him to have his way. Again. Apart from that, it would be a lie to say that he was not curious about having a girl cum on his cock. But it was not his end goal. His end goal was utter ownership of this young woman…for a few hours. "Sure," Grizzly responded casually when the girl announced her incoming climax. He wondered if she would be faking it, but then he felt the girl start to slowly shudder. He chuckled soundlessly. His lungs were too busy breathing in and out to maintain the amplitude. At this point, each slam of his was creating visible waves across Raya's body. His ring and middle finger continued to abuse her taught, thoroughly fucked, including by herself arsehole. Now that she was working herself to orgasm, Grizzly had two finges in her that he periodically spread as he fucked her. Fucked both of her holes. He felt her start to convulse. She started to climax, and he counted three thrusts before releasing her hip and using the very same hand to grab the belt's "leash" and force her up. Violently yanking the leash, and making the girl bend upwards while she was fucked by a monster. While she was cumming. And then Grizzly laughed and said. "You all rested and ready?" He addressed the naked soldier who was approaching them, trying to look as casual and as leisurely as he possibly could. Connor did not want to seem too eager or too jealous. Well, he did not want to seem like anything. At this point his role model was Grizzly. Calm, stoic, just take what you want. He did not go as far as counting crocodiles to make every step, but he was conscious of the speed at which he walked. He tried to plaster some kind of smile on his face as he watched his slut cum on somebody else's cock. There was no fucking mistake that she was fucking cumming. No one convulsed like that when they were faking it. She had fucking spasm, and not just because Grizzly grabbed her leash. He wished he did not, he wished he would do that, but that was alright. He had a plan. He would go there, calmly, and make her suck his dick. Quietly, just like Grizzly. Maybe he'll choke her a little. Maybe. His hand wrapped around her neck the moment Connor was in reach. He wished there was no belt or that he wore thinner belt. But it did not matter. His huge hand was gripping her neck through the thick leather of the belt just as well. "Time to suck cock." He growled at her, his original plan seemingly flew out of the window when he felt the girl in his grasp. His hand reached for her tit, the same tit he abused with such delight before, and squeezed it. He would have preferred to slap across them, slap her tits, nipples, but that would mean that he would have to lift her even higher. And he wanted her right there. With one hand gripping her neck, he grabbed her hair with his other hand and impaled her screaming mouth on his cock. She was still cumming, she was still hyperventilating when he started to ram her dirty, slutty mouth. Her traitorous mouth, the mouth that she used on his mentor. He pulled out, he wanted to say something but just spat across her confused face and shoved his cock back. "TAKE IT FUCKING BITCH." She would be excited by any guy. She would love to be fucked by a fucking army. She ditched her boyfriend for Connor, she ditched Connor for Grizzly, is there anyone she would not fuck?! He pulled her mouth off his cock again and squeezed her throat harder, blocking her air passage. "You slut. You told me you were my slut!" He released her hair and slapped her across the face with his hand and then his cock. "You are no one, you are just whore, aren't you?" The young man screamed and heard Grizzly to let her breathe. "Sure." Connor loosen his grip on her throat when her face started to gain that recognisable blue tint. She was seconds from passing out.

 

[Dr Bellwright]

A low, rumbling chuckle escaped Grizzly's lungs when he looked at how Connor handled Raya. He wondered if the girl was happy with the rough treatment. At least a part of her. The pure hatred with which Connor fucked her mouth on some level must have been a compliment. She drove him to this level. She got into his mind this deep. She carved her name somewhere in his memory forever. A few moments ago, her cunt was squeezing his cock with pure violence, like she wanted to rip him off. He missed her cunt, doing that. He missed this strange, primal wrestle of their genitalia. The girl was a prime piece of fuckmeat. Though now Raya had more important problems than violently cumming. Like trying to get some oxygen while Connor's throatfucked her without any sign of mercy. The fact that her climax was stopped abruptly did not mean that Grizzly's was. He smashed harder into her cunt. His fingers still ploughed her ass, but she did not take the opportunity to willingly and eagerly take his cock into her rear. So he did not bother changing the hole. He kept hammering her cunt until he felt his head throbbed so hard that Raya would definitely notice, even while being bludgeoned by the young soldier's cock. He flooded Raya with his hot cum. "You were offered a chance, but missed it," Grizzly said, though it was unlikely that Raya heard him, not while Connor went with her even harder, not while he continued to finger her arse. He kept on emptying his load after load into her cunt, and only when the man was empty, he unsheathed his cock from her and made a step forward to have his groin hover over her ass. Pulled his fingers from her arsehole and shoved his wet, still-hard cock into her rear. To show the girl that just because he came into her pussy, doubled her risk of getting knocked up, did not mean that she was not also getting fucked into her arse. His thick shaft and his still throbbing head slammed into her. "Even after all of this, you are still fucking tight." Grizzly mused and praised the girl. His cock was only about halfway into her. He considered pulling himself out and slamming it back, but then he smiled and arrived at a different plan of action. He released the belt now that Connor held her by the throat and hair, grabbed her hips again, and jerked the girl's entire lower body up – skewering her on his cock. "Oh fuck!" Connor felt the genuine smile on his face for the first time in the last fifteen minutes of angst, jealousy, and envy. He felt her spit hit his face and felt exultant. Somehow knowing that the girl cared, even if the care was pure hatred, was better than just watching her enjoy another cock. Around this time, Raya would feel Grizzly finish the impalement of her arse, she'd feel his cum slowly ooze out between his lips, and Connor's cock would be through back into her mouth and her throat. The only "good news" was that with every thrust into her arse, Grizzly's spent cock was becoming more and more flaccid. But this did not help her mouth, her throat, her neck, or her hair. Connor propped her head at the "correct" height by holding her hair. Every time she tried to hold her own with her hands against the floor or him, he'd push her hands away, forcing her to feel the constant stream of pain. He found his own "rhythm." He would shove his cock into her throat, block her airway until he saw that recognisable tint of blue on her face, and then he'd allow her to breathe as he fucked her mouth, forcing the girl to gargle and salivate, spending precious water, and then when he would feel she had "rested" enough, his cock would push into her throat and block her access to oxygen again. Eventually, she did pass out. She would wake up sometime later. The pillow that propped her ass was now under her head, she was laying on the floor, on the very carpet that scraped her knees, palms, and buttocks. There was more cum on her face and some in her mouth, hair, and body. She'd realise again that Grizzly came into her again, and then she'd hear a harsh screeching sound as two men dragged a heavy, antique mirror on the floor.​ ​ ​ ​

​

 

[Dr Bellwright]

Connor felt something strange when he heard their slut call them idiots. On one hand, the young soldier felt as if he should have snapped at her, maybe even disciplined her, and yet, at the same time, he welcomed the familiarity and boldness. He realised that his mouth and tongue were already ready to say something or bark something at her, but he relaxed his jaws. Even more surprisingly, he did not hear anything from Grizzly either. He still felt uneasy towards the older man, but not as much. There was something that brought the two of them back together. It was hard to pinpoint. It could be the fact that they had brought this heavy mirror together. Work and physical exertion bring people together; he had heard it somewhere. Or maybe because he did get to fuck the girl's face, even if she was in a fucking denial. Both men ignored the girl, knowing that she had nowhere to run, and if she tried, well, she would be caught. In fact, she'd pray to be caught by them and not a band of wild raiders. In this world, there was getting raped by two men with some semblance of a code of conduct and just getting fucked to death. The two soldiers nestled the mirror against the wall, and then they looked at her as if they expected her to compliment them for a job well done. They stood there, naked and muscular. In any other situation, in any other era, this could be a dream scenario for most girls. Frankie was in his father's office. He was shouting, well, it started as shouting, now he was screaming. "Did you sell my girlfriend? Did you fucking sell my girlfriend to be raped?" His spit was flying from his mouth as he stood there. And then he felt something connect with his jaw. His father backslapped him and pushed him away. "They offered twenty per cent more water if two of their soldiers could have some extra fun. You will be a fucking mayor son, get your shit together. The needs of many, that is your job." He sighed. "And I told you, son. She will be pliable and compliant after this, she will see you as her lord and her protector. It is for the better." The mayor said he placed his palm on his son's shoulder. "Now go back and bring your future wife and the rest of the food and water back." Grizzly approached Raya with the thermal flask in his hand. "Drink, you'll need it. We are not done yet." The large man towered over the girl, his every fibre knew that he could do whatever he wanted with her and probably enjoy at least half of it. "You don't have to play hard to get with me. Raya." It was as if he tasted her name in his mouth, and it was visible that he enjoyed it. "Yeah. We have about an hour," Connor said he finished drinking from his own flask, he used the time to collect his clothes and fold them neatly together, leaving them next to Grizzly's. He put now empty flask on the pile and walked slowly to the girl. Skin smooth, muscles agitated from all the rough fucking they just had, his thighs, his cock had signs of Raya, her saliva, her juices still visible on his skin. He walked behind her and picked the leash up. "Stand up. Champ He told her, whether she finished drinking or did not even start, he jerked her up and grabbed her hair as a secondary leash to bring the obstinate whore. Frankie rushed into their room. The room where he and Raya woke up this very morning. His innocent, strong, smart, wise, lovely Raya. He swallowed, he remembered his Raya. He almost stumbled when he remembered her face and what she said. "You're slowing his cock down." His vision blurred, he opened her bag and pulled a few things out, a few first things out. Dress and hat. He was unable to think straight. He picked up the things and left. Raya would be able to see herself in the reflection. She was forced to lean against Connor when he used her neck as a column. He looped the belt around it and forced her to stand on her toes, forcing her to lean against him. Grizzly was there too, he stood just to the left, admiring the view. The large man slowly approached her, he did not touch her at first, he did not need to. He knew that Raya remembered him, he smiled, swallowed, and looked at her. "Connor is right. You are a champ." He told her, his hands lifted, and he grabbed her breasts. Beaten, slapped around, still framed by her bunched-up shirt and bralette above. He slid his fingers from the edges and to her nipples and looked straight into her eyes as he pinched them and pulled them, pulling them until she felt pain until the pain was visible on her face. He looked at her and kept her like this. Connor behind her pulled the belt tighter. "When you come back to your future husband. And realise that you want a different life." Grizzly spoke to her, he released her nipples and grabbed her face instead with his right hand, forcing her mouth to open up. He loudly pulled spit into his mouth and spat at her face and into her mouth. If she spat back, he laughed. "We can train you. If you decide you want a different life." He told her, letting his hand wander downward across her body. Nails scratched her battered abdomen until he reached her mound and pinched her nub, just like he pinched her nipples. "Now tell me, are you excited about being taken in both holes, in front of this nice mirror?" Grizzly asked, nodding at the mirror behind him. And pushed his thumb into her mouth, as if he challenged her. And Connor laughed. His sudden laughter sending ripples of his sick mirth through her. The vibrations transferred from body to body only because the girl was forced to lean against the soldier. ​ ​ ​

 

[Dr Bellwright]

With Raya's body pressed against his abdomen, he could feel her tense in frustration when Grizzly called her champ too. The young soldier couldn't keep his smile off his face. And if Raya cared to look in the mirror, she'd see his smug and satisfied face. He knew how she hated it. He felt her body tense so many times already, as he repeatedly raped her, and now she had to hear it from Grizzly too. Connor was not a great judge of people or their personalities, but he discerned enough to figure out that she tried to put the two men against each other. And now, to hear Grizzly side with Connor. He chuckled. This did not imply that the feelings of anger, envy, and jealousy had simply disappeared. They still bubbled in the young soldier's mind and heart, but now there were more emotions. He was filled with anticipation, satisfaction, and an even more intense desire to humiliate and fuck the shit out of this manipulative slut. The fact that he took her against her will repeatedly and now was trying to channel the anger he should have directed at his mentor onto the girl escaped the young man. Maybe he'd realise it one night, but not today. His chest moved as he inhaled loudly, watching what the girl was doing in the mirror. His cock was ready when he saw her hands grip Grizzly's hand; for a moment, he expected her to try to push the older man's hand away. That would have been futile. But his champ did not disappoint. She moved his hand inside. Connor swallowed as he felt his half-hard cock finilize erection in a moment. He did not even need to think to have his lips wrap around her ear. "You are enjoying it," he said, and he tightened the belt a little more before relaxing it a little – not by much; he did not let her heels touch ground yet. And then he felt her ass push against his hard cock. He breathed out loudly into her face and dragged his wet, hard tongue across her left cheek. The cheek he slapped with his hand and cock. The cheek he pressed against the floor and carpet. His spit covered the bruises and cuts that would take weeks to heal. Grizzly relaxed his hand, letting the girl guide it. His rough fingers brushing against her sex, her wet slit. He looked her in the eyes as he felt her tongue and lips suck his thumb. He shifted his wrist to let his index finger join, and then he swapped his now wet thumb with his middle finger. And started to slowly respond. He fucked her mouth; he watched Connor lick her concaved cheeks. "Shit, you are hot," Grizzly heard himself murmur. By now he had fixed his hand in place and let the girl grind herself against his wrist and fingers. "I say the girl deserved the right of choice," the man said. By now, his fingers were thrusting into Raya. His fingers frothing and bubbling her spit. "Who do you want to fu…" he sighed and tilted his head a little with a smile. He wanted to use the different word, even if it did not fit the purpose any more. Given the eagerness with which the girl rocked back and forth, grinding the valley of her ass on Connor's cock and her now wet cunt on his hand. "Rape your ass, and who do you want to rape your cunt?" and added after pause, not that she had a chance to answer, with his fingers using her mouth and tongue. "Again." It was not kindness or charity. He wanted to humiliate her. He wanted her to humiliate herself. By making a choice. By playing with them in their game. It was Connor who said the next bit. "But first, you want us to lube ourselves inside you, don't you, champ?" Connor said and released the belt, letting her touch the ground with her heels in who knows how long. And when she lowered herself, she'd lower herself right on Grizzly's fingers than enter her now wet sex without any effort. "He has a point. You may bend over, and let us quickly coat ourselves." Grizzly's face was beaming.