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Adria and Mark: Taken

"Got an idea." Ray says, but about that time Hector grunts in pleasure and pulls his cock from her mouth, strong pulses sending his spunk over her face, now streaked with tears, drool and his cum as he blatantly attempts to glaze her face as best he can, a wicked smile in his pleasure. That this beautiful girl was becoming their personal fuck toy filled Hector with a sense of power. She'd have looked down her nose at them before... but now...

Ray pulled out and moved around her, his cum joining Hector's on her face. "Fuck..." he moaned and wiped his cock clean in her hair. They left her standing for a moment then, neither helping her stand as they caught their breath. There was no place she could go, after all.

Several minutes passed and Ray gestured to the walk-in freezer. "C'mon." he said to Hector and pulled her along with them as he entered the freezer. Unhooking one of the large pieces of meat, the large meathook hanging from the ceiling seemed perfect. "Get the key." he said, and Hector moved.

Then, after a moment, she was uncuffed briefly...
 
She squeezed her eyes closed as they shot their cum on her and was extremely repulsed when Ray wiped his cock in her hair, she pulled away, but her long hair was still used, when they left her there as they panted, she just stood there. Shocked of what had happened, next thing she knew, they lifted her up again and pulled her inside the walk-in freezer, the second she was uncuffed she clawed at them and turned and started running, she got to the door....
 
"Hey!" Ray shouted, caught by surprise as she bolted, hands free now. She made it to the door, and had actually opened it a bit, before she was roughly grabbed by the hair and pulled back, her feet coming out from under her. "Why the fuck did you have to do that, huh?" Ray shouted at her, his anger now evident. "We been good to you so far bitch. You ain't hurt. Maybe a bit sore. But you wanna step it up. Fucking fine."

His hand still in her hair, he once more turned her to face him, clenched fist connecting with her mouth solidly, a warmth on her chin as her lip split, then stinging pain as their effluence and her tears hit the split lip. The gag in her mouth ground against her teeth.

Another punch to her gut drove the air from her lungs and Hector just laughed as he watched her tits bounce from the impact. Ray half dragged and half carried her to the freezer, kicking the meat they'd unhooked to prop open the door and recuffing her as he lifted her hands above her head. The links were hooked on the hook and she found herself stretched a bit, having to stand almost on her toes so not her whole weight was on her arms.
 
She cried out as she felt the burning pain in her scalp from her hair being yanked on, then the impact of the ground as she hit it. She cried out again at the fist on her mouth and felt blood from her now split lip, pain in her jaw as her teeth ground against the gag. She lay unmoving, trying to gasp for air and was then stretched some as her hands were re-cuffed and hooked above her head, trying to keep her weight on her toes now and was finally able to take in a gasp of air, she looked up, trying to see if she could somehow get the links between the cuffs off the hook somehow.
 
Almost thirty minutes pass, the two men talking. Seems they were coming up with a plan of some sort. After that time Ray comes back in, letting his hands roam over her, fingers dipping between her legs. "Cold in here, huh? Bet you're still hot in this puss of yours though. You shouldn't have tried to run." He moved behind her, spreading her cheeks and pressing an object into her with much force until it penetrates her ass, much bigger than his cock would likely feel. With no lube he does work it in slow, but ignores any protest she might make.

Then a bit of relief as whatever it is is in where it belongs. "Now for the fun part bitch. You think you can handle two cocks in this pretty pink hole of yours." He smacked her between the legs then and Hector moved behind her. Suddenly, two cocks pressed at her pussy, though Ray pumped into her first, holding her legs up off the floor and wide. Hector did not wait long and soon they were both trying to press into that tight pussy, stretching it...
 
She tried to move her hips away from his fingers, goosebumps covered her skin and grunted then held her breath as whatever it was he was pushing into her ass slid in, whimpers of pain coming out from her throat, then a soft moan as it finally stopped. Only, whatever relief she experienced, was short lived as Ray came back around and lifted and spread her legs before she forced himself into her again, she cried out with pain of it as she was obviously not prepared, nor was she going to be. Amber eyes widen in fear and shock and she shook her head side to side quickly and hard when Hector came up behind her, then she was screaming loudly in pain as she felt herself stretch, and tear around two cocks going into the same hole at the same time.
 
Her moan was what drew the smile from Ray and as he pumped his cock into her, his breath was warm on her cheek as he said, "I knew you liked this bitch. I bet you've never been fucked so good in your life, yeah?" Feeling a warmth on him he looked down to notice a bit of blood along his shaft. "Now that won't do."

He pulled out, leaving only Hector to fuck her, and said, "I bet you're nice and relaxed now. Time to plunder that ass." he said and Hector soon pulled out as well. Ray moved behind her, inspecting the toy in her ass and shaking it forcefully, before pulling it out, watching how she closed back up after a moment.

He then stood and plunged his cock into her ass, eyes closed in pleasure.
 
She felt herself being bounced by their thrusts, tears streaked her face again as she cried out, and sobbed when they pulled out of her, she stiffened up as Ray took whatever it was he had shoved up her ass and jerked it around before pulling it out.

Then she cried out in shock, more than pain, as he thrust into her, and she tried very hard to fight back, only she ended up wiggling herself on him.
 
She wiggled on his cock, and Ray knew he had been right, that in truth she loved every minute of this despite how she cried and fought. So he fucked her. Hard.

As did Hector.

The two men, over the course of the next few hours, plumbed her holes without mercy, stretching them with their cocks and the various instruments they had brought, often taking breaks and using only the toys, and sometimes using just themselves. After a time she was swollen and red and raw, her ass and pussy abused.

This entire time the ring gag had stayed in place and her tits and chin were covered in her saliva as she had drooled nearly uncontrollably for most of this time. Now it seemed both men wanted her mouth again, and Ray knew she'd not fight. Unstrapping the gag he let it fall to the floor, her jaw sore from it. He also unhooked her from the meathook and said, "C'mon now bitch. We've been nice. You know you wanna suck us off."
 
She stopped moving and fighting and just hoped it would end soon. The only signs that she was still there was the grunt and cries of pain whenever they thrust themselves, or their toys hard into her. When the let her down from the meat hook she collapsed, unless they caught her, she was in pain, and exhausted, but she glared at them and refused him by not saying, or doing anything... yet.
 
Ray sighed, his cock dripping from the activities. "C'mon now, clean us off. It's your fault my cock is wet bitch. It's only nice." He watched her carefully, well aware that it was possible she might not have enjoyed things... at first. But after awhile those soft moans and the way she stopped fighting... Maybe she was simply used to that commanding tone. He moved forward, cock bobbing. It had been over 6 hours, and she refused to put a cock in her mouth? After all they'd done to her so far?

"Suck." he said insistently.
 
She continued to glare at him. He really thought she would do that? She knew that what she was about to do would be stupid, but at the moment. If they killed, no matter how they did it, it would be better than them forcing themselves into her again. With that in mind she opened her sore mouth, her lip split some again as she moved it and she went on and wrapped her lips around the head of his, then promptly bit down on it as hard as she could.
 
Ray moaned as she wrapped those luscious lips around his cock... then promptly felt a bit of pressure, then searing pain. A bloodcurdling scream escaped from him as that pain ran along his spine and by instinct he moved his hands to her head and tried to pull her off of him. Likely not the best move with her teeth buried in the flesh of his cock.

--

Mark slept dreamlessly but after some time he began to awaken. Small sounds escape him and his eyes flutter as he struggles toward consciousness. But it was the scream that reached his ears, just dying off as he bolted upright, immediately aware that Adria was gone. Fuck. Adrenaline washed the rest of the cobwebs from him, and he grabbed the knife as he hopped from the bed, naked, and headed toward the scream. He could not identify if it was male or female, but Adria was gone and he knew the proclivities of Ray and Hector. He knew this ship like the back of his hand, and knew the galley was his destination.

Mark did not stalk, or prowl, or be stealthy in any way. He ran, body tense as he wondered what he might find.
 
Adria kept her teeth sunk into the flesh of Ray's cock, not caring about any other action, other than causing some pain on the ones who put her through pain, though with him pulling on her hair like that it caused more pain, she bit down even harder before she had to open her jaw up again and let him go from her teeth, at which point she spat on him, some blood mixed in with her saliva, amber eyes full of anger, and hate, and braced herself for what would come next.
 
Hector stood frozen as Ray screamed, but he dare not hit her, not with her latched on like she was. Still, he kicked her in the ribs. "Let go of him you bitch!" he yelled, and after a moment she did, though Ray's cock was now mutilated. Her bloody spit ran down his legs, but Ray was in no position to say anything, hands grasping his ruined member. "Kill her." he said, and Hector's hands wrapped about her throat.

--

It was quiet. Too quiet. Fear for Adria drove him faster and he burst into the galley. The sight before him was not one which he had expected.

Ray, standing hunched over, hands on his groin. Adria on her knees, disheveled and bloody. Hector standing over her, hands about her neck. All of them naked.

Hector turned with a start, and seemed suddenly unsure of his next action. It didn't much matter though, and Mark was upon him, eyes dark with his rage and the knife slashing out once, twice... and Hector screamed and collapsed on the floor, hands grasping at the backs of his legs. Ray was not far behind and soon both men lay on the floor, legs twitching, but still very much alive.

Then Mark turned on Adria. The tip of the knife was leveled at her and hovered there next to her eye for a moment before Mark took a deep breath and the blade clattered to the floor. The storm in his eyes faded and he looked over her a pained breath escaping him. "What did they do to you?" he asked, though in his mind he already knew. The cuffs still on one wrist spoke volumes as well. He did not ask her if she was alright. She was alive and he knew she was lucky.
 
Adria grasped and clutched at Hector's wrists, attempting to pry his fingers from around her throat, her face turned red as she struggled to pull in a breath, but then she was on the floor, gasping for air, her hands on her neck as she curled in on herself. Relief poured through her when she saw Mark, but then froze when he seemed to not recognize her for a moment, and closed her eyes and started to shake before she started sobbing, turning her face to the floor.
 
Mark watched as Adria curled into a ball, ragged sobs torn from her lungs as she struggled for breath. His arms moved to her, shaky at first, unsure if she'd welcome the touch or freak out because of it. Unless she objected he pulled her to him, wrapping her in himself, enveloping her in as much warmth and comfort as he could. He rocked slightly, but did not try to shush her. She needed this. Needed to get it all out.

Ray and Hector were going nowhere, medial collateral ligaments severed completely and anterior cruciate ligaments horribly torn. They could go fuck themselves.

Mark scooped her into his arms and headed back upstairs, depositing her on the bed they had shared and then starting the shower running in the bathroom.
 
She tensed up in his arms, but didn't move from him, "Get.. m-me aw-way fr-om them," she pleaded in a broken whisper, broken by the hiccuping of her hard sobbing. When he scooped her up, she just continued to let the tears come, her face in his shoulder now, cuffs still around her wrists and as she laid on the bed, she grabbed the sheets that were thankfully still on the bed and pulled them around her, wanting to hide as she clutched a pillow, buried her face in it and screamed loudly. She screamed her frustration, her pain, her humiliation, her anger into her pillow. The object did little to muffle her screaming as it ripped out of her chest and throat to sound blood curdling and enraged and hurt all at the same time.
 
Mark waited as the shower warmed and it was her scream that startled him, made him wince, and ultimately made him shoulder the weight of all that had happened. He staggered, legs weak, and knew that there was only one person responsible.

Himself.

Steadying himself on the counter he breathed deep, on the verge of hyperventilating. The woman he was in love with... had suffered so horribly... and it was his fault. A choked sob escaped him briefly before he buried it down deep and took several deep breaths. He had failed her once. To fail her again... he simply couldn't.

Mark braced himself and went to her. "C'mon love, let's get you to the shower." He carried her then, sheets and all, into the bathroom and walked with her into the seven-head shower, setting her on the floor. Then, unsure of what else to do, he stood to the side, his presence there, but unintruding.
 
By the time he came to collect her to help her into the shower, she had stopped screaming. She allowed him to take her into the shower. She stood under the streaming water, the heat and the beat of it on her skin helped, the sheets that were still around her body were quickly soaked and after a few minutes, she leaned against the wall the slid down to sit on the floor, and close her eyes, though she was very well aware of Mark being there, she didn't yet make a move toward him, or speak to him. She needed the silence, and needed to not feel another's hands on her right now.
 
Mark simply stood and watched her, heart fluttering in his chest like a caged bird striving to be free. He had no idea what she was feeling, but if what he felt was even a fraction... He leaned against the wall of the shower for support and started to remove the sheets from her, but decided not to.

So he simply stayed with her as best he could, lending silent support.
 
Mark immediately moved to her and said, "Oh no love, I am just fine." His voice was soft and his arms tentatively moved around her shoulders. "I... I'm sorry Adria." he said, unsure of what else to say. What else was there to say? His voice tinged a bit hard as he says, "They're in the galley, and we will do to them whatever you wish to."
 
She tensed at his arms, but then closed her eyes and leaned into him, her own arms wrapping around herself to keep the soaked sheets around her, "You don't need to be sorry...," she told him, "I don't blame you for what happened, Mark. I blame them," she continued on, she took in a deep breath and pushed back a soaking, dark copper lock from her face, "I don't care what happens to them, as long as they fucking pay for what they did to me," she was quiet at first but then grew quite vehement in the last few words, starting with 'fucking', a word that she never used.
 
With a nod Mark gently kissed her shoulder and said, "I know. Still, I should have known better. As far as making them pay, I say we start that right now."

Mark stood and moved, glancing over his shoulder at her to make sure she was alright. Going to the control room he started the engines and they turned about and headed back toward shore. In truth they had not been too far out, so only had about thirty minutes to reach the more shallow water.

Mark soon went down to the galley. Of course, they could move, but had effectively lost the use of their legs. Mark easily overpowered each as he brought them above-decks, and by that time they were close to shore, able to see the empty beach which looked somewhat close but was still several miles away.

He then went back down to get Adria. "I have them up on the deck. If there's anything you want to say or do, now's the time."
 
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