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"I have to hurry up," Frankie told himself. He had been speaking to himself this entire trip back. Speaking to himself was the only thing that kept the young loser calm at this point. Or at least marginally calmer. He stopped because something caught his attention, and it took a few seconds for his conscious mind to process what he saw โ it was a wooden plank, about two feet long and a few inches wide. He leaned down to pick it up. It was useless as a weapon. There was no way his hand could wrap around it to hold it firmly, not to mention the splinters. But the young man was no fighter. He was his daddy's boy, mayor's boy. He picked up the plank that was lying on the ground next to the abandoned garage and quickly dashed inside to see if there was anything else to scavenge. "I will save you," he told himself. "I will save my Raya." The young man dashed towards the box with tools, then stopped and ran out of the garage.
His mind was racing between multiple delusional ideas, and currently, it was very important to make sure that the sundress was clean, so he hung the dress on the tree branch that was growing next to the garage, hung the hat on another branch, and then ran back inside towards the box of tools where he saw something that would change everything. Every fucking thing. "I will save you. I will protect you." He remembered his father's words. This was it. Never again would Raya be in danger. From now on, he, Frank, would protect his woman. With this thought, he pulled a few nails and balanced them on the concrete floor of the garage. He kneeled before the rust-covered effigy and smashed the plank onto them, mistakenly thinking that they would go into the plank as easily as cocks enter his betrothed fuckholes.
Instead, he felt a searing pain across the left side of his face. The nails flew all over the garage, one sliced right across his left cheek and stopped millimetres away from his eye. He felt the warmth along the cut as blood started to collect, and somehow it made him feel better. Raya was not the only one who was in pain โ he was in pain too. In his messed-up mind, that was fair, and fair was good. Frankie stood up and found a hammer in the toolbox, which was probably a better weapon than an unwieldy plank, but that flew right above his head; instead, he hammered nails the old-fashioned way, one by one.
Once he was done, he held the plank with five nails protruding from one side and tried to swing it from side to side. He did not have a lot to compare it with. He knew how to shoot from a shotgun and a hunting rifle, but he had nothing beyond that to compare it to. But in his mind, this was enough to scare Connor. And then he imagined something else. He imagined hitting Raya with his improvised weapon, sinking nails into Raya's head; he remembered the expression on her face when he tried to give her water and how she told him off. "You're slowing his cock down."
No. No. NO. NONO. "She did not mean it. She was playing along; she was in shock. He loves me; I will protect you, Raya." The mayor's son kept repeating to himself as he continued the journey back, with dress, hat, and plank.
Connor did not remember feeling this way, not in sex at least, but he enjoyed restraining himself. There was nothing else he wanted more than to start ploughing girl, affix her in place, and then ravage her ass, piston into her as if he were an engine, hilt himself in her, and then some more. But right now, he held himself; instead of watching Raya do the work, she moved and writhed, and he did not even notice the insane smile on his face. His tongue pushed between the lower lip and gums, pushing his face into an even more feral shape, all the while his eyes glimmering with purified want. This contrast between wanting to take control and a pure sense of triumph and jubilation as he saw the girl impaling herself was ripping his mind apart in all the best ways possible. Holding his torso still, instead, he used his fingers, playing with the pressure he applied on her cheeks and pushing his fingers against her willing and wet tongue.
And if that was not enough, her fucking tongue drove the younger soldier further into the cascade of feelings, which manifested as a shudder across his body and a wave of goosebumps that started around his lower back and moved all the way up. "Don't you close your eyes? Look at me," the butter demand escaped his body when he noticed that Raya was trying to close her eyes. His fingers on her cheeks tensed and spread for a moment, but they came back together, hungry for that rich-in-spit tongue of hers. "Us," he added after a second.
Raya never saw a slime like the one Grizzly; it seemingly combined an impossible multitude of emotions: exaltation, raw and unfiltered lust, and unapologetic cruelty. He enjoyed this new Raya, but there was no question that he wanted more, and he would get more from her, whether she had it on offer or not. "Always make sure you leave marks," Grizzlygrowled at her, not unlike a rugged beast, and arched his body a little, pushing his sculpted pecs into her nails and his fingers dug into the firm flesh of her ass, his nails clawing into her muscles. He made her draw ridges in his chest. "Make me remember you. Make me want to find you again." The older man exhaled, and his smile became even more viciously cruel. "Make me want to have my way with you again, again, again," he chuckled, feeling her nails draw blood from his chest. But pain was like ambrosia for all three occupants of this room. And his smile was enriched even with more smugness when he saw that his words did not deter the girl sandwiched between them; instead, she worked, she fucked herself on their shafts, and picked the pace up with each buck. "Let her speak. Make her speak." Grizzly said, looking at her beautiful face stained by cum, spit, sweat, and blood.
Grizzly wasn't surprised that Connor did not comply immediately; he did not expect the man to be intoxicated by the action to be on top of his attention at this very moment. But he was not one to repeat himself either. He kept eye contact with Raya, knowing that the young soldier would acknowledge. "You will be even prettier when we cum all over your slutty face." He told the girl, who was greedily bucking and trying to find the rhythm, and then he saw Connor follow his order. At first, he pushed his fingers deeper into her mouth as if to say goodbye, rubbing his rough skin against her eager muscle, taking in the last portion of spit before he pulled the fingers away, dragging them across her cheeks and towards her neck. Neck is where one hand, his right hand, stayed; he wrapped it around her throat but did not squeeze, wanting her to have her airways open.
And as if by divine providence, this was the very moment when both soldiers noticed the fourth person to enter the premises. It was Frankie; Grizzly saw the man only through optics, but Connor had an opportunity to "play" with the man when he had Raya for the first couple of times.
"If you ask loudly and politely, we will fuck you just right," Connor said, and she spoke. Raya was finally given an opportunity to speak and plead her case. And when she was done, Frankie announced his presence with a loud sound of the wooden plank hitting the floor. He could not believe that he saw his girlfriend, his betrothed, the girl he wanted to marry, move on her own accord, and then say those things. Instead, he fell on his knees when he heard laughter; he hoped only the soldiers laughed, but he could not see or hear anything.
The two men comply. Connor's hand tightened around Raya's throat, and his other hand was positioned on her shoulder for a better grip. "Get ready, love," Grizzly said, shuffling under the girl. The two of them lost interest in Frankie as quickly as they noticed him. The girl made it abundantly clear how much and exactly what she wanted. And the two of them began their onslaught. They started sporadic, not in rhythm, sometimes pushing her entire body away instead of ploughing right into her holes. But the hands that held her buns, shoulder, and throat never let her move too far forward, and in four thrusts, the two men found the rhythm. Grizzly bent his knees higher and pressed his heels harder into the floor to have leverage as he started to pump the girl with his cock from below, while Connor matched the older soldier's pace. His hand on Raya's throat squeezed harder each time he was pulling his length out of her tight back entrance, and then he would let it go loose as he pushed into her with force and abandon, letting her fill the room and her boyfriend's already broken mind with her screams of pleasure, pain, and her need for pain, and squeeze again when he moved out, feeling the gutteral vibrations rise from her with the tips of his fingers.
And each thrust, each moan, each roar was accompanied by quiet and whiny "No. No. No-no-no-no."
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