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Keeping it in the Family, the next Generation (Alvis&Andnich)

Somehow she knew. Before he even spoke, before one second ticked away on the clock, Callie somehow knew he would not be satisfied with the money. Even if she told him where her purse, the combination to the safe, her ATM care information, none of it would be enough. There was something in his voice, something in the way his finger ran down her shoulder that told her he had other ideas. ‘A bonus,’ she thought, feeling the snear on her lips and doing nothing to hide it. She was about to tell him he was not worthy of her when again the voiced darkness moved. He was clearly the ring leader of this band of merry misfits. They hung on his every order, and she was literally becoming their puppet. He moved to unbuckle his pants, and for a moment Callie thought he was simply going to take her right then and there, but it was only his belt he was after. The material tightened around her wrists. Maybe it was their actions that made it so tight. Perhaps it was how she fought against them the entire time, thrashing about. Either way, the material was tight. For a moment, her mind flashed back to the first time she found herself in a similar position. The pool table, the very one that lay in ruins in the house now. He had used a belt to restrain her. Callie’s mind knew what was happening to her. She was going to be taken by these men she didn’t know. Any sane person wouldn’t enjoy this, but her body, on the other hand, only knew the familiar feeling. While in the beginning it wasn’t desired, over the years she had looked back on the memory with a growing fondness. Now she was feeling it again, bringing that memory to the forefront of her mind with crystal clarity.

Hands groped her, pushing her breasts together. She was breathing harder now, unaware of how her body was becoming painted with sweat, drawing the sheer material closer to her every curve, allowing the material to become translucent in a sense. The tan skin more visible now. “You’re pathetic,” she hissed at him again, wanting to jerk the memory from her brain. “is this the only way you can get a woman? Huh? You have to force your way? You should pay me for the pleasure to BE with me? You’re not worthy of it!” She tried to fight back, lifting the man straddling her slightly. He was no match for her. None of them would be. Perhaps it was the adrenaline racing through her veins. The sight of the third man had caused her heartbeat to accelerate. There was no denying that. Who were they? Had they been watching the place? “Just like a theif. You have to come in darkness to hide who and what you really are, but I see you. I see you for the weak, pathetic, piece of shit you are. You may rob me. You may touch me. Hell you may even have my body, but you will never..have..me. A man like you,” she smirked, “Never can. You’re just a pathetic , little man with a little, limp dick that gets off on taking what isn’t his. So go ahead. Take it..if..you’re man enough, but we both know you’re not. You’re just gonna touch me, and tease me, and in the end you’re gonna run outta here with my money and your dicks between your legs. So just GO! Leave now while you still have your dignity.” With her last words, she spit in his direction, not wanting to waste her bodily fluids on him. Callie wondered if she had done a sufficient job of making him think this entire scene did not effect her when in reality it was hard to keep the memories and the feelings away.
 
The man that had been working on her breasts seemed ot hesitate. The ring leader was not having any of that. He swung his hand, slapping Callie across the face hard enough the snap her head to one side.
"Got a fuckin' mouth on you bitch. We'll put that to better use soon enough." He growled. His hand went to her chest, and pulled. The straps on the silk snapped, and he pulled it down to expose her breasts to the others. The man straddling her gave a sharp intake of breath at the sight. His hands clenched over her a moment, as though gathering his courage, before he moved back in, thumbs rubbing along her nipples. He seemed to gain some confidence with each move, getting rougher with every motion that he made.

The man at her legs pressed his hand in between her legs, his glove clad hand finding her sex, and roughly worked on it a moment.
"I think she wants it boys." He joked out.
"Then get ready for her boys. She seems to think we're going to have trouble with her." The leader answered. There was the clink of another belt as the man fingering her undid his belt. Hands came away from her chest as the man over her chest followed suit. Buttons followed, then a zipper. Three hard cocks, all of them over eight inches came swinging into view. The moment seeemed to make the man at her chest bolder, gaining in confidence. He pressed his cock between her breasts, wrapping them around him, and starting to work. He was all but shaking, knowing that this was going to faster than he usually was. The whole situation was intoxicating in the extreme.

The leader grabbed a belt, considering his options. As he stood up, the man at her waist started to move, working to get himself between her legs. The leader actually moved off to the closet, poking through the thigns in there as teh other two set themselves up. He came back to them, dropping a still sealed box on the floor.
"Look what I found boys. Kinky slut we found here." The leader growled out. The box hadn't been opened, had been found tucked away in the back of the closest behind other items. He broke the seal, opening it, and pulling out what had been within. It was a leather item, loking like a gag. But mounted on it, facing in, was a dildo, and what was more it seemed to be able to slid along it's mounting. He reached down, grabbing a fistful of Callie's hair, and pulling her head off the floor. Hands moved to help him, wrapping hte leather around her face, buckling the gag into place.

As they were working on her head, the man between her legsused a combination of brute force and leverage to spread her leg apart, spreading her wide for him. He moved like he knew what he was doing, like this was not the first time he'd managed something like this, and brought his cock up to her. With a grunt, he pushed himself into her, sheathing his cock in her with one smooth motion, his hips hitting her as he made it all the way in.
"Bitch is tight!" He called.

With the gag in place, the leader held her nose shut, making it so her only option was going to be opening her mouth to the false cock at her face. And he kept pressure on it, making sure the second it was able, the object was going to be sliding in. It was as big as they were, easily long enough to choke her.
 
Her ear rang. She was jolted by the sudden blow. Callie should have expected it really. The way she baited them was bound to draw out some sort of reaction. Had it been just one, perhaps she could have reacted, stood a chance against him. Maybe she could have grabbed something, sure her body would have hit the floor had she been standing, and bashed his face in. There would have been a chance she could have fought him off, but three against one was impossible odds. They were so much stronger than her. Still, knowing her efforts were futile, as she looked back up to the man sitting atop her, she bucked in as much as she could. Her body barely moved, not even lifting off the floor. The action exerted so much effort, she fought to take in a deep breath against the weight she felt. Her lips were parted as she panted when the one who seemed to be calling the shots grabbed her straps and ripped them as if they were nothing more than paper. She felt a moment of tension and then nothing. He was rough, coarse in his actions as he revealed her once clothed chest to his band of misfits. Callie gritted her teeth, still struggling to breathe. The one looking down at her seemed almost awe struck, as if he had never seen a woman’s chest before. It was endearing for a second, just a second, before it wrenched her stomach. He touched her. His actions were….eager, perhaps a little too eager. They grew in intensity as well. His fingers kneading her flesh while his thumbs worked her erect nipples. Callie hated it, how good it felt. Her mind wrestled, wanting to fight the sensations but unable to enjoy them. It was a conundrum that she had been in before. Her mind screaming how wrong it was, and yet her body loving the feelings he was giving her. She felt trapped, panicked, and aroused….more so than she had in a long time. Her time with her son had been amazing, a dream come true, but this was something she had first felt with James years ago, and it was something she missed. Only he could make her feel this way. Well. Until now.

The only thing that could tear her away from the gaze, from the gripping, exploring hands of the man was the gloved hand that found her sex. Callie’s eyes widened, knowing what he would find. There was no way to hide it. ‘I think she wants it boys.’ The words made her close her eyes. He had discovered her condition. Her cheeks blushed at her humiliation. Now would have been the time to say something, to verbally scold them for what they were doing, to bash them, and yet she remained silent. ‘Then get ready for her boys.’ She opened her eyes quickly, knowing what was going to happen. The sounds, the oh so familiar sounds, filled the space, and before she could speak, she saw them. Erect cocks stood before her, ominous of what was to happen. She could smell them, their arousal, their musk. They wanted her, and if she was honest, she wanted this too despite how wrong she knew it was.

She felt his hands press her breasts around his member, and Callie growled at him. His body, his naked body was now touching her. If she didn’t react now….then they might think she wanted this. That was something she didn’t want them thinking. ‘It’s wrong,’ her mind shouted. ‘This is rape!’ Yet, in this position, Callie wished she could still manage to suckle the tip of his cock while he used her body.

The sounds drew her attention away, and Callie noticed him. He was rummaging through her closet looking for something, as if he owned the place. It made her angry. A fire began to grow within her. She wanted to scream at him, to claw his face, to make him feel as violated as he was making her feel at this very moment. There were two naked men touching her, and yet this one naked man, without a single finger on her body, was the one making her feel violated. The other two were making her feel used. To Callie, that was pleasure, and it was one she hadn’t felt in this manner in a long time. He strolled over towards her, having clearly found something. With ease, the box was opened, and from inside came something that sent further conflicting emotions through her. A gag, a very menacing looking gag, was pulled from it. Her heart rate increased as she saw him coming closer, gag in hand. “No,” she finally said as he took her hair, using it as some sort of leash to guide her head. “Please,” she begged, feeling the leather straps fit around her head. Her body was being moved, positioned as they wanted her. All three of them were working together. Two fitting her head with this device, while the third man spread her legs wide. “Please,” she cried out once more, her pleas directed to the man between her legs just seconds before he filled her. Then it all stopped. Everything. Time, the air in the room hung still, even her beating heart seemed to stop for a second. He was inside her, fully. Callie felt full. Her mouth opened wide as a gasp left her body laced with bliss. Like her condition before, there was no hiding how she felt.

The gag was in place just as Callie was able to draw in a breath, feeding her lungs the air they so desperately need. She closed her lips quickly. It was ironic really. She was being silent so that the gag could not silence her. The man between her legs called out how tight she was. His body was close to her inside, and with every movement from him, the urge to moan grew stronger. She knew the effects he was having on her. Her sex was wet, easing his efforts. She could feel her clit throbbing as he stretched her, pushing deep inside. It was inevitable. Her lips parted, and the sound filled the room as the gag slide inside, reaching down her throat. It was big. They all were so big. The cock between her breasts, the cock filling her sex, and now the cock filling her throat. Callie’s eyes darted up the leader. She feared what he planned on doing with his cock, his big cock. She feared it, and yet she looked forward to it.
 
At the moan as the false cock slid into her throat, the ring leader gave a guttural laugh.
"Looks like we got us a proper fucking whore on our hands boys!" He rasped out. The other men chuckled at his words. "And that's what you are, isn't it? A fucking whore. You're getting plowed by some punk and you're getting off on it..." He had leaned down, putting his face near her ear so she could hear it clearly as he spoke. His free hand landed on her clit, roughly rubbing on it. "...aren't you?" He gripped the false cock in her throat, and pulled it back, then shoved it back in. He repeat the process, raping her throat with his motions. He left it buried in her throat, and gripped her jaw, bringing his mouth close enough to her ear taht she could feel his breath on her skin. "Tell me I'm right. Tell me that you're a cheap whore, a lousy slut, and I'll take the gag off." He told her. He pull the cock out of her throat to give her the chance to speak.

The man on her chest kept up his motions, running his cock between her tits, loving the soft, smooth skin he could feel there. His motions were getting faster, more and more eager, like he hadn't really planned on something like this, like he was riding the high from it all. His hands went tight on her breasts, a hard squeeze, and he slid his cock back to have the head between her breasts. He shivered a moment, shooting his seed between her breasts. When he let her go, the fluid rolled up her body, pooling in the hollow of her throat before overflowing and running up her neck.

Between her legs, the man got a firm grip on her legs, ready for her to try and use them to push him away, but found not nearly as much resistance as he'd expected. He kept his motion going, pistoning into her hard enough that it would have shaken her if there hadn't been a man straddling her chest. He didn't feel any resistance from her body, and he ground into her.
"She's fucking wet, bitch wants it bad." He called to the others.
 
It was humiliating. It was….perfect. Callie had already made love to her son and her husband at the same time, but that was on a different plane than this. This only existed in her dreams and memories. Flashbacks of Carl and James that day, that fateful day, when James saw that he gone too far. The truth of the matter was had he really gone too far, or was the memory of that day something she had grown to love and desire again? This night was her chance to find the answers to those questions. These three men were giving her exactly what she wanted on more than one level.

She felt the man’s hand rubbing her swollen clit. Callie wanted to cum so badly, but she knew the moment she did, these men, this one in particular, would revel in it. It would further confirm what they already, and that proof was something she wasn’t ready to give them. She still felt it, that same fight she had with James when it all began. That same confusion as he hung from the door frame seeing just how much her body could take was still there. Why? Callie wanted this. It was her moral compass that was pointing her away. She knew that once she gave in to what she really wanted, that confusion would vanish. His words burned. She knew he was right. She was a fucking whore, and she would gladly be their fucking whore. He pulled the false cock, and for a moment she thought he was going to allow her to answer. That was just a tease though. Instead he took the moment to rape her throat. At first, Callie was stunned, but the more that cock slide down her throat, the wetter she became, the harder her nipples became, and her clit cried out more for release. She leaned her head back as much as she could, taking the cock. Her throat ached and breathing was a struggle, but Callie wanted it. He leaned in closer, his breath touching her, almost biting into the skin of her ear, and Callie felt her body tense. The gag was pulled back, and she took a deep breath.

She felt him tighten just seconds before the liquid ran up her neck. Her only regret was that she couldn’t taste him. His seed had been wasted, and she was starving. He had used her body to satisfy his own urges while the man between her legs did the same. Though he had found his release, the other one continued to plow into her with abandon. His seed could be spilled deep inside her. The thought alone was electric, sending sparks through her muscles. She wanted him to. Callie wanted to know that a stranger’s seed was deep inside her, splashing against her inner barriers, barriers that he was threatening to push through. She felt it, an ache that landed in her hips. He was going to do it. She was sure of it. Her body rocked into the floor with force. There was strength behind his thrusts. He simply didn’t want to fuck her. He wanted to destroy her, and Callie wanted him to. Silently she pleaded that he would not waste his seed on the floor or the outside of her body. She wanted it inside of her.

After her deep breath was drawn, Callie soaked the sweet, delicious sensations both men were giving her. All she wanted was for this to go on. She didn’t want them to suddenly leave. She didn’t want them to hurt her. Pain now took on different forms. Being left in the floor a wanting, needing pile of flesh as these three men left would be true pain, cutting deeper than any knife could. “Cheap,” she rasped before swallowing. “Fucking whore.” Again she paused, but only for a second in fear he would shove the cock back inside her mouth before he heard what she had to say. “Fuck you,” she hissed. “You’re not half the man my husband is.” Her last word was punctuated with a deep moan as the man between her legs was relentless. She couldn’t help it. Callie was further confirming what they already knew. She began to pant, groaning with every breath. “Oh fuck,” she said, again unable to stop the words coming from her mouth. She moved her hips, as much as she could considering, grinding into him. It was happening as if her body was moving on it’s own accord, but in reality, it wasn’t. "Oh fuck," she pleaded over and over, looking up, focusing on the ceiling, not wanting any of the men to see the desire, the lust, the need, in her eyes.
 
"And where's your husband now bitch? Hm? If he's such a man, where is he when you need him most?" The ringleader asked her. He looked back to the man between her legs, and nodded. Grinding into her, he could feel her doing the same, pressing herself into him, pushing him as hard as she could. He drew back again, and pounded inot her a few more times, but the whole situation was sublime to him, and he could feel himself starting to swell.
"Should I plant a brat in the bitch?" The man rasped out.
"Give it to her, whore'll probably love it." With a nod, he made a few hard, long stroke into her before letting out a groan. He came, a long hard racking thing as he shot his seed deep into her. He pumped into her a few more times, making sure it was buried as deep as he could make it before pulling out of her.

"Give me another belt." The leader ordered. There was no hesitation, another strap of leather was in his hands right away.
"Who's next?" The man that was on her chest asked.
"Move." The leader shoved the false cock into her throat, and then grabbed a fistful of her hair, pulling her up of the floor. The man put the belt around her neck, pulling it tight on her, and using that and her hair to direct her. The man that had been on her cehst lay down, hoping he had the read of the situation right.

And he did.

The man kept the belt tight, a combination of it and the cock in her throat making it all the harder to breathe, and found the remaining man on hand to help steer Callie into straddling the man on the floor. With a casual ease, the leader had a knife out, flicking a long, brilliantly sharp blade out, and placing it just below Callie's eye, not enough to draw blood, but certainly enough to notice it.
"Here's what's going to happen. You're going to ride this man, and you're going to do it right. Or I will cut the lids right off your eyes and carve your face until it looks like a piece of hamburger. You undestand me now whore?" He hissed in her ear. He scraped the edge of the knife along her face, not cutting, but drawing out the sensation of sharp steel on skin.
 
Had it been anyone else in any other situation, Callie would have been seething with rage. She knew where her husband was. He was working to provide for his family so miscreants like these three could take from honest people, but at this moment, she could not be any more elated about his absence. Had he been there, none of this would have happened. She knew he would beat himself up later for this when he found out….if….he found out. Nonetheless, she wanted to reply, but all she managed where moans that nearly became screams of ecstasy as the man between her legs pounded into her with brute force. ‘A baby,’ her mind raced, and all she came away from that with was the fact he was going to cum inside her. She didn’t care about that possibility. His seed would fill her. It was knowledge that made her move against him, meeting his body, as her sex tightened around him, trying to milk him. Callie was writhing, her body pushing up against the man on her chest as well. His seed had dried, streaking her body with sticky remains. Between her legs the strokes continued, long and hard. He was intent, showing no signs of stopping. ‘Good,’ she thought. ‘Don’t stop.’ Her eyes closed as she cried out, feeling as though he was going to break something within her. It was wrong, oh so wrong, and yet instead of bashing him, instead of spitting words laced with venom at the ringleader, all she could do was breathe and groan. He came, and her once tightly closed eyes opened. It was warm, heating her body down to her curling toes. While having cum inside her body was not a new experience, there was something about this time that registered differently. Perhaps it was the intensity of the moment, the strength of his thrusts, something was different, and Callie liked it. The smile on her face proved that.

It was a smile she quickly wiped away, as she didn’t want the leader to notice. It would give him further ammunition, yes, but it would also let him know that she really was enjoying this night. He spoke, not to her, with authority. It was as if he had planned this, or maybe he had done this so many times before to other women. She was hoisted up to her feet, her gaze falling to the man that had been on her chest. Masks. She wanted to see their faces. Instead it would be these masked faces that haunted her dreams and every dark corner of her mind during the day. The cock rested in her mouth again and impeded any real efforts for her to scream as he handled her by her hair. He was using as some sort of leash. Callie was glad. While she would have liked to have gone wherever he wanted her to, she would still have to fight. Otherwise he, they, would know the truth. So she struggled, trying to turn her head in his grasp. She could feel her hair pulling at the scalp, threatening to break free and lie in his hand. It was just enough to give her pain and put on a show for them without actually taking it out. As the belt came around her throat, cinching tight, Callie felt a sense of panic. The gift of air was further denied from her. If this man so felt that she shouldn’t have it all, he could make that happen. This could be her last night alive. Swallowing against the leather with the cock impaled in her throat was difficult. Once more the thoughts of how wrong this was came rushing back to her with crystal clarity. It felt amazing, and she wanted it, but it was wrong. She knew they could kill her, and she realized this wasn’t about pleasure to them. This was how they lived. This was what they did to people. She was living in the story with them, but she hadn’t seen how it ended. Fear rose up within her as she wondered how it actually ended. Was it with her death? Would James or William find her naked and cum covered on the bedroom floor?

The blade touched her face, jerking Callie from her thoughts and confirming her fears. Her nostrils flared as she listened to him, feeling the sharp blade against her skin. She was going to nod to let him know she understood, but the blade raked across her skin. It took considerable effort to scream with the cock down her throat and the belt biting into her neck, but she did. All she could do was look down at the masked man she was straddling. Blinking slowly she hoped he would be able to read her cue. The sticky cum she felt was his, and now he was about to have more than her breasts. He sex was sore. The man from before had really given her a sound beating. She could feel the tender skin pulsing with her heart beat. By the time he was finished with her, if the ring leader wanted a turn, she knew her body would be worn out and aching. It was a thought that made her aware of just how hard her nipples were. Even with this fear coursing through her body, Callie was still aroused. She was more confused than ever before. The possibility of death was starring her in the eyes, holding her body, and pressing a blade to her face, and she was still aroused. She wanted to ride him, to feel his cock inside her as he came. This time his seed would not be wasted, but as that seed was spilled inside her, she feared she would be one step closer to the last time she would ever feel a man’s cock inside her. It would be him, the ringleader. He was saving himself for last. Why? Was he the best, or did he want to take her life immediately after? Well then, if that was how this was going to happen, she was going to ride all the emotions. Callie turned her head towards the ringleader, against his grip, feeling her hair pulling even more so. Starring towards the masked man in the darkness of her room, she could only imagine what his face must look like. She slowly nodded, letting him know beyond any doubt, she would do as he wanted. Defiantly she lifted her nose in the air, as if she were looking down at him. She was better than him, and though he had silenced her, she would still let him know what she thought of him. Her sex was wet, almost dripping to the man she was to ride. There was a moment when the room stilled once more. The impending sensation filling her as she knew a cock was about to be shoved inside by her own accord had her clit tingling, but it was looking at him, the masked, shrouded in darkness figure next to her, that was consuming. ‘Touch me,’ she thought. ‘Say something to me. Make me want….to cum. Please.’
 
The ringleader saw her nod, an acknowledgement that she'd do it, she would do this thing, but the way she raised her nose, almost sneering at him...she wa still trying to assert a sense of superiority, like even if she was being manhandled, forced, raped, she was still somehow the better of them. She wasn't stupid. She had to know that such an action was going ot have a reaction, going to have a consequence to her person. She was daring him to do something about it.

He wasn't going to dissapoint her on that front.

He pushed on her, urging her forward. The man under her gripped his cock, lining himself up with her, making sure that he was going to get this moment. His breathing was a little ragged, almost shivering with anticipation. This moment, this feeling, it was all about to happen, and there was an air about him like it was something he'd been wanting for a long time. Teh brush of her sex on his coc, the moment before he was goign to get inside of her, but he felt like he was being deprived then, seeing that the ringleader her let go of the belt on her neck, and shifted to grip her neck directly, his gloved hand engulfing her neck comfortably. He was using that to halt her entrance, stop her from riding him, and there was a flash of anger, real and hot, like he'd been led on, lied to. But then he felt the belt for her neck land on him, and he gripped it lightly, knowing that he was being given something here, somethign that he was goign t get to make use of.

The last of them advanced on the scene.
"Fuck this, I'm not waiting." He hissed out. No one gainsaid him, letting him move as he reached out to unbuckle the gag. There was a click as he flicked open a knife of his own, letting the ring leader move around behind Callie, his hand still on her neck. The gag came away, along with the false cock from her throat. It would have been a great opportunity to let her get a deep breath, but the ringleader simply tightened his grip on her throat. She'd not be getting anything like a good breath until he decided to let her. The man under her pulled on the belt, and the ringleader allowed him to draw Callie a little closer, bending her over him more. It was what he'd been waiting for. Lining himself up, the ringleader placed the head of his cock on the entrance to her ass, and pushed himself forward. Tightness, a moment of resistance, and then pushing in.

He drew out the moment, sliding into her slowly with an inexorable pressure, making sure that he'd sheathe himself in her completely.
"Such a dirty little whore, aren't you? Definitely not the first one back here, am I?" He hissed at her. He pushed on her hips, forcing her body down onto the man under her, slipping him into her. There was a satisfied, almost disbelieving groan coming from under her, the man getting all her wanted and more. The remaining man gripped her hair, pulling her face up to his cock. He laid his knife on the side of her nose, a silent, potent threat, and gripped her jaw, pulling her mouth open and sliding his cock into her mouth. He had only gotten her partway in when the belt around her neck went tight, jerking her head farther along it it suddenly. The Ringleader had relaxed his hold, but now pulled her head back by her neck, before the man uder her pulled again. The two of them were skullfucking her on the thrid man's cock. Hips shoved her into motion, forcing her into action on the other two cocks impaling into her. The ringleader had moved his knife, taking it away from her face, and dragging the sharp edge along her skin, ticking across one of her nipples gently, not enough to cut, but enough to make sure she could feel that sharpened steel edge.
 
It all seemed to go unnoticed, the gesture. He was moving her down towards the waiting man. She didn’t have to look to know he was probably gripping his cock, reading himself for her. Her stomach wrenched just before a surge gripped her hips. A cock, his cock, was going to be slipping inside her. He was a stranger, a thief who had broken into her house, and now part of him was going to be inside. This man, this beast, was going to leave part of himself embedded inside her as well. ‘Brilliant,’ she thought. Callie wondered briefly how long it would take for all the cum the man before and soon to be this man as well to drip from her body. It left a delicious grin that, had it not been for the gag, the men would have clearly seen.

There was a slight touch, the tip of his cock teasing her, on the verge of pushing inside her, when suddenly everything just stopped. Stopped. He had halted her. The gloved hand of the ringleader had found her neck. Callie froze. If she could have stopped her own heart from beating, making her feel as though she would miss something because of the pounding in her ears, she would have, if only for a second. Her eyes darted around the room, trying to find something, a bit of hope, a point of light, something. All she could find was the blinds illuminated slightly from the dim moonlight peeking through. The rest of the room was sparsely lit by the glowing blinds. ‘Why,’ she wondered. Her brow furrowed, a clear, uncontrollable sign of her confusion. This is what he wanted. He wanted her to be taken by all three of them. This made no sense. Her confusion about how wrong this was overshadowed by this. She glanced down to see the emotions of the man she was about to join with. He was angry. There was no confusion. Simply anger. The ringleader was taking something from him he wanted. Why? There it was again, that same question in her mind. He had done nothing wrong.

“Fuck this. I’m not waiting.”

The statement were eyes open wider. ‘Not waiting!’ Callie was sure he was ready to end this. Perhaps he feared the police or her husband walking in on the scene. Though there were three of them, she was sure at least two of them would not leave that room, and sadly one of them was James. She caught a shimmer of the blade as he brandished it with ease. Her fears were further confirmed. Suddenly the pleasure aspect of this….leapt into overdrive. Callie could feel her sex tightening. Two blades were in the room now, two blades that could easily end her life. The one who had declared he was not waiting removed the gag. The cock pulled from her throat. Callie swallowed. Her throat was sore from being stretched so. The fingers gripped tighter, ensuring her struggle to breathe would continue. Still Callie had managed to wet her throat. She pleaded, her voice hoarse. “Please,” she spoke. “Don’t kill me. I’ll do….anything.” There was truth to that. She would do anything, but it wasn’t entirely out of fear for her life. Now was the perfect moment to make such an offer. They might see it as her bargaining for her life. She was, but more of it was simply Callie giving in to what she wanted. She was able to do so without appearing like the slut he, the ringleader, was accusing of her being. Callie knew the truth deep down. She was a slut, a slut how had missed..this. Her husband had given this to her once, years ago, and for tonight she was revisiting that. It excited her. They..excited her, and now she was able to indulge in disguise.

She felt her body pulled forward. The belt was in new hands now, his hands, the man under her, and he was clearly going after what he wanted. She could feel the warmth from his body as she moved back closer to him now. It distracted her. Callie hadn’t been paying any attention to the ringleader, but as she felt the pressure, she was aware of where he was and what he was doing. She gasped, knowing what this would feel like. Dry. Unprepared. This would..hurt. It would take considerable..force for him to enter her. Was he ready to do that? Did he have it in him to stretch her muscles and cause her such agony? Would it cause her..agony? Would she..enjoy it? He pressed inside, fighting past tight muscles and resistance. He pushed. Her body’s defenses were no match for him. Muscles felt as though they were tearing before giving way to the girth and length of this man’s monstrosity of a cock. Callie’s mouth and eyes both opened wide. She listened to her own breathing mingling with that of the men in the room. They were all so husky. She heard a groan, and as the man beneath her finally gained the entry he wanted, she heard another. Another groan filled the air. It was so full of lust. It was as if the person was straining. As she exhaled what little air she was being allowed, Callie became aware that the groans she was hearing were her own. She was straining to take both cocks. Her sex was wet, giving the man beneath her easy, smooth access. She was tight though, as the man behind her had filled her.

This was surreal. Callie wondered would it ever pass the point where she was truly afraid or wanted this to end? The fear mixed with the arousal she felt had become intoxicating. Her hair was pulled, and Callie’s eyes looked up into the face of another masked man. It was him. He had been the one to take her first. He was the reason her sex ached so even when there wasn’t a cock shoved inside of her. His seed already was deep within her. She knew he wanted more. With both her hole already full, there was only one other way she could truly pleasure him. She had to fight back the urge to moan. Callie could have opened her mouth wide for him, giving him what he wanted, but she wanted to draw this moment out, this moment where the anticipation of knowing what was going to happen, knowing what he wanted, and that time when it actually happened. She had felt it with the man beneath her when she was halted with his cock threatening to enter her. Now it was his turn. The blade touched her nose, and Callie knew it’s meaning. “Yes,” she mouthed. Yes because she understood. Yes because she would remain silent. Yes because she would do as he wanted, and yes because she wanted him. Hopefully he was none the wiser. The pressure on her jaw forced her mouth opened. Callie would have done it if he had simply asked her to. At least this way, it seemed as though he had to force her. His cock slipped past her lips, and Callie’s senses were overloaded. She could smell his musk, sex and sweat. The taste of his cum was still on his shaft. She tasted both of them. It was a mesmerizing combination. A low moan vibrated along his cock. He was being gentle, taking his time, feeding his member down her used throat. This was so out of character for all of them. It was an oversight that was quickly rectified. The other two had other plans. They wanted to see her suffer, choking on his length, and they moved her so that got exactly what they wanted. She coughed, her own saliva dripping from her bottom lip. Gurgling sounds emanated from her throat, further vibrating along the man’s cock. Over and over they manipulated her body so that the cock in her throat was constantly spearing it’s way down her windpipe. Well timed moments was the only way she could breathe. Her senses were heightened. She felt the cock pressing against her walls more. Every vein, every movement, every breath from the other men was deeper, hotter, far more intense. The blade flicked across her nipple, and Callie cried out against the cock in her throat. She knew what was coming. It was pending, looming, threatening to break through any mental floodgates Callie’s mind had put up. An orgasm was on the brink of wrapping around her and sending her to heights of decadence that she was honestly afraid she couldn’t handle. Her mind was silent. Had her confusion finally disappeared, or was overshadowed by the erotic bliss she was feeling? Callie closed her eyes. Sweat had built up on her forehead. Her limbs were trembling. The sounds from her wet sex being drilled could be heard. She couldn’t stop the moans. Callie was struggling in every possible sense of the word. She only hoped the men wouldn’t notice it from the state she was in.
 
All three men working on Callie were grunting and panting as they took advantage of her. There was an edge of desperation to her, like she was trying to keep something together. One could assume she was trying to not collapse into hysterics or panic. The ringleader somehow doubted that. There had been too much going on that he'd caught, too much happening that made him doubt her horror at the whole situation. Gods knew she was trying, but there was enough sound from her that made it clear to him that she had long ago lost the battle against the sensations that they were subjecting her to.

When she started to throw herself more into what was happening to her, no one was going to stop her, no one was going to gainsay her putting more into this. There was still a grand focus on what they wanted far more than her, but there was now a little bit more work going in to make sure that they brought her around. After all, there would be no greater victory than forcing her to admit that she'd loved what had been done to her in this kind of action. The man under her had his head tilted back on the floor, gasping as he felt Callie moving over him, felt the tension in her, how hard it must be for her to accommodate both cocks buried inside of her. And felt her moving with them, pushing herself into both men. He reached down, gripping her hips to put more force into hammering into her, and caught a glance from the ringleader. One hand moved off of her hip, and roughly began to massage along her clit.

The Ringleader kept his hand on her throat, forcing her head to move as he willed it, forcing her down on the cock in her mouth repeatedly, making her have no control on how she dealt with this. He slackened hi grip a moment, lettign her get a moment of clear breathing, and the belt jerked her down, burying the cock in her mouth to the root. The ringleader tightened his grip again, and kept her on the cock, letting it sit in her throat for a few moments, a count of ten, before pulling her back. His knife was flicking along her nipple still, then along hte curve of her breasts, that sharp steel edge trailing where it wanted, never quite drawing blood, but always just on the edge of it.

The man in her mouth had to groan at the way it felt having her forced into this kind of skull fucking, a feelign unlike anything he'd evert imagined doing. The sounds she made, teh vibrations over his cock, the chocking, gurgling sounds she made, he felt like he was in the position to be able to choke her off completely with this, he could take her life with just his cock. It was adding another layer of enjoyment to it all, a new sense of power to it. One hand landed on her head, the other reached down, roughly squeezing a breast before finding her nipple in his gloved hand. He squeezed, twisted, pulled, stretching it on her breast, drawing out the feeling and sensation for it all. Each man was grunting more, the sheer feeling of everything starting to overwhelm them. They were swelling, coming up on their finish, knowing that they were going to have an ending to this that they would never forget, that she would never forget.

She might not even survive it, what with both blades out and on her skin. One flcik, one extra moment of pressure, adn Callie would never see another dawn.
 
Battles were won and lost every day. When she was younger, Callie’s mother had taught her one of the most valuable lessons she knew to teach her. Pick. Your. Battles. While Callie decided to fight her impending orgasm, to not give these men the satisfaction of knowing how much she was enjoying their efforts, it was a battle she could feel slipping from her grasp. When she felt the warm, slightly sweaty hands from the man beneath her touching her hips, it only furthered her defeat. Her lips tightened around the shaft being forced down her throat, a weak attempt at keeping the moans from leaving her mouth. They still sounded in her throat nonetheless. It felt good, it felt right, to have his hands on her hips. Callie felt even more guided. She could feel her hips finding a new rhythm, falling into sync with his. Her body began to meet his, amplifying his thrusts. He was eager before as he slid his cock between her breasts, but now there was something she sensed. This time he wasn’t going to explode as quickly as he done before. If that were the case, he would have already done so. This time he was going to enjoy her a bit more, feel her, make her take all of him, wrap around every sensation that this was giving him, and then he would fill her. He was more focused. His finger began to massage her clit, and Callie felt her expression shatter. This would send her over the edge. She knew it. Would it happen quickly? Would it take a bit more time? All she knew were the sensations racking her body and the groans her lips had relaxed to allow passage into the room.

The man behind was merciless in everything he did, from his grip to her throat, to how he choked her on the man’s cock, to how he continued his savage raping of her. He would hold her in place, making her throat try to swallow the man’s cock down into her stomach it seemed until she was sure she was going to pass out. Each time she could feel her body coming closer and closer to tumbling into an abyss she had never seen before. The blade teased her skin, never letting her forget that at any moment he could end her. It was a taunting, almost sickening threat, and Callie was aroused more and more with each pass of the steel against her skin.

The faceless man attached to cock in her throat began his own further violation of her body. His fingers roughly torturing her nipple. She wanted to scream from the pain, but she didn’t want him to stop. The signal to her brain was disrupted. What should have been pain and pain alone was now pain with pleasure, immense pleasure. Callie was enjoying this, all of this. Her brain was translating everything they did as erotic pleasure.

It was as if a switch flipped in her mind. Callie began to further move her body, riding the man beneath her with abandon. She found herself working with the ringleader, as if she were anticipating his movements. The man’s cock still pressed against her throat, painfully so, and yet she continued to swallow every inch. Her tongue swirling around his shaft as her salvia clung to her bottom lip. She leaned forward, only slightly, hoping she was giving the man behind her better access. She wanted him to shove his cock so deep inside her. Suddenly she felt her entire body cool as the air in the room kiss her sweat painted skin. It was brilliant, beautiful. Callie waited. She knew he would do it. The ringleader wouldn’t pass up the chance to impale on the man’s cock again. The next time he did so, she would surrender. She felt his hand push her down on the man’s shaft and remain still. Callie focused on the cocks taking her, driving deep inside her, and the men’s skilled fingers. Both her nipples were being abused, and her clit was still being massaged. ‘That’s it,’ she thought. ‘Almost.’ Every muscle tightened. She was on the verge. So close to the edge she could almost taste it and then….

It happened.

The wave broke over her slowly for all of two seconds, and then it came fast. Warmth filled her, finding every crevice of her muscles, of her very being. Callie could hear the inhuman sound coming from her. It filled the space only matched by wet sounds from her sex being stuffed while she exploded to the man beneath her. She could feel how much tighter she was now, no doubt making it harder for the men to fill her. She began to shake. Tremors from exhaustion from the entire experience laced with the intensity of her orgasm took her. For a moment, she glanced up at the man filling her mouth, and then Callie’s eyes rolled back into her head. It gripped, this orgasm, and it seemed to last forever. Would she ever come down? She didn’t know nor did she care. Pick your battles. This was one she had lost. Her body waved the white flag while the other side claimed victory. When the battle was over, she would have to see what would become of her. Would she be left alone, or would she be killed?
 
There was no pause, no let up in their pace, if anything it was picking up when she started to really move with them, dirving them all forward into a state of wild abandon. There was no restraint in this, no second guessing, no hesitation, they were taking what they wanted, and it seemed like Callie was too, in her own way. The ringleader felt her shift, a subtle move forward, lining her up better. Witht eh change in angle, it did make a difference, now when he shoved his hips forward, it propelled her forward just as much as the belt kept her on the cock in her mouth.

The man under her was shivering, feeling the end was over him. He came, harder than he'd expected, shooting up inside of Callie as hard as he'd ever managed in his life. As the end washed over him, he collapsed underneath of Callie, his body tingling from the exertion. The Ringleader ground his hips into her, pressing into Callie hard, keeping her on the cock in her mouth, keeping it down her throat, and the remaining man let go of her breast to keep a hand on her head, making sure there was no chance of her pulling off of him. The ringleader came in her ass, spraying her interior with his seed, letting out a long groan as he did so, the moment seeming perfect to him.

The last anmd and ringleader looked at one another, nodding to each other, a silent agreement. Both men brought a hand up to her head, each of them forcing a thumb into her mouth, keeping her jaw open.

And not removing the cock from her throat.

They kept her there, kept her from biting down, kept her from breathing. The man under her looked up to see what they were doing. He took a breath to protest, but a knife from the ringleader point at him, and he stilled under Callie. The ringleader leaned forwar, mouth beside her ear.
"Say goodnight whore." He whispered to her, a low, dark chuckle coming from his throat. They held her like tht, waited for the lack of air to finally overwhelm her. When she went slack in their grip, they counted a full five seconds longer to make sure she hadn't faked it before pulling the cock out of her mouth. The last man held her head up and sprayed his seed all across her face, a final parting moment from him. They let her now limp body fall to the floor.
 
Giving in….opened the door to something Callie had not felt in a long time. It was something she wouldn’t tell her husband. What would that do to him, to know that his wife longed for this side of him that she had seen back when he first made his move? Would it crush him? She would never take that chance. These men were plowing into her, using her body, every opening they could find, and she was wanting it to keep going, but Callie knew that it couldn’t. Time and reality would come weighing down on them. Morning would come and so would they.

It was a fact that came ringing home as she felt the man underneath her filling her with warmth. His cock twitched as he emptied his load inside of her. She loved that, that feeling of a pulsing member pumping it’s contents deep inside her. He was good, but the man behind her seemed to almost not wish to be outdone by him. He continued working his hips, driving home, taking advantage of this new angle. Callie closed her eyes loving the feel of the man’s spent cock in her sex and the eager one still plunging into her. The cock in her throat seemed to remain there longer. Perhaps it was because of her new angle. Maybe the men wanted it there longer. Either way, it didn’t matter. She would go with it.

The man behind her reached his finish. A sense of sadness began to creep across Callie. She knew it was almost over. Two of them had filled her now. All that was left was the man in her throat. ‘My throat,’ she thought, looking up at the man. His hand was on her head. The behind her had a hand on her head, and she could feel her jaw being held open. ‘But why,’ she wondered, her brow furrowed in confusion, confusion that was short lived. They had timed her breaths, allowing her to breathe when she nearing the point where it was no longer a luxury. It was then a necessity. Breathe or die. That point came upon them, and Callie’s eyes widened in fear as neither man made a move to allow her the precious air she needed. His voice stunned her as his breath kissed her ear. “Say goodnight whore.” Terror shocked her, like thousands of volts of electricity. Her worst fears were no longer thoughts that darted through her mind as this night had played out. They were real, and they were happening.

She began to fight, trying to pull back. It was useless. Their grip seemed to tighten, ensuring she would not be moving away from them. Air was just within reach, and yet with them, with their hold upon her, it was a million miles away. She pounded at their gloved hands, instinctively trying to claw at them, only to have bits of leather break away underneath her fingernails. She looked around the room, hoping something would happen, that maybe there was something in reach she could grab for. ‘James,’ she thought, wanting him to come home more than ever now. ‘William.’ They were fleeting thoughts as darkness closed in on her. The man in front of her began to blur as her focus was lost. Soon unconsciousness had wrapped around her.

Sophie had been down hall, resting peacefully, until the moans drifted to William’s room. She smiled, opening her eyes slowing. Darkness was outside the window. She realized she had been asleep for a while. Sophie also knew her body needed the rest. She was sore, but the sounds were so….entrancing. They seemed to call to her, attracting her, like a moth to a flame. She knew only someone feeling extreme pleasure could make sounds like that. ‘It has to be William, James, and Callie,’ she thought as she threw back the covers. ‘It has to be.’ She didn’t want to ask if she could intrude on their fun, but maybe, just maybe, she could sit in the hall and pleasure herself while she watched them. Perhaps, if they saw her, they would invite in. She could have James. She could have William. She beamed as she thought about what could happen, but nothing prepared her for what she saw.

As she reached the open door to the bedroom, she saw Callie’s limp body fall to the floor surrounded by three men who had cleared raped her. Covering her mouth, she gasped. Knowing they heard, she began to back away from the door. Removing her hands, her shaky voice squeaked, “No.” Sophie darted down the hall only stopping at Gabby’s room. She opened the door, not sure what she would find in there, only to see Gabby bound and unconscious. A scream rang out, and she bolted for the stairs. ‘They killed Callie and Gabby! They’re gonna kill me too!’ Reaching the front door, she pulled on it wildly. Nothing. ‘Callie must’ve locked it!’ Sophie banged on the door. Her fear was taking her logic away. They were so far from another house, there was no chance anyone would hear her. “Help me! Please! Somebody! They’re gonna kill me!” Frantically she turned away from the door, knowing she couldn’t make it back upstairs and into a room to hide. There was only one other place she could think of to go. Quickly she headed towards the stairs to the basement. It was her only hope. Maybe these men wouldn’t search the whole house for her. Maybe she could hide out until they left. Maybe the cops would come. Maybe she would be safe. As she made it into the basement, she headed towards the same cabinet Gabby had hid in before and closed the door. With her knees to her chest, she waited.
 
All three men were breathing hard, looking at the limp form on the floor. The ringleader stretched a moment before reaching for his mask. Then he heard the gasp, the sound that had his head snapping around to see what was going on. And the new girl that was seeing things.
"Fuck! After her!" He barked. He tucked his cock into his pants, not wanting to be running around with it hanging out, and the other men were doing the same. He reached out and hauled hte man on the floor up, before seeing a flash of the girl running past the room, heading down the stairs.
"Why are we after her, I mean-" the man from the floor started, but the ringleader cut him off.
"She gets to a phone, makes a call, we're done. Now get. After her." His voice was a low snarl, and the other man gulped audibly, but nodded. All three moved out.

The pursuit had a different feel to it, there was an urgency to the way they moved this time. Taking Callie down had been a needed moment, and a fine benefit. Hunting this new girl down was out of sheer self preservation. They couldn't afford to get found out like this, not by her. The ringleader felt his heart quicken a little. The element of extra risk at work here was...thrilling. He was getting a lot more enjoyment out of this than he'd thought he would, and he'd been thinking he'd enjoy it a lot. The doors were still secure, she hadn't left that way. ANd that meant the basement was the only port of call left to her.
"Quietly." He whispered, and the others nodded. "We'll take care of this. Properly." He promised them, reaching into his pocket, adn offering them each a small plastic bag. There was powder in it, and they looked at him, questioning him quietly.

The ringleader moved tot he counter, and poured out hte powder in a careful line. He pulled his mask up, exposing his nose, and quickly snorted the line of powder. He pulled the mask down, and gestured to the other men. They followed suit. The man that had choked Callie shifted his shoulders, adn then nodded, feeling himself gettign hard quickly. The other man seemed dazed a moment, like he was having a hard time processing things. The other two led him along until he snapped out of the daze about the time they reached hte stairs. THey went down them expertly, avoiding the few steps that would creak, ghosting into the basement. The ringleader took in the sights of the place, picking out the areas that person might be able ot fit into. He shifted to check the bathroom, finding nothing there. Another man checked the room that had until recently kept Chloe under control, adn found nothing. They exchanged a glance, adn the ringleader aimed a finger at a cabinet. They nodded, and moved over to the unit.

The ringleader was not looking to be subtle about this, and got a firm hold on the door, and pulled, breaking it free of the unit, and tossing it aside. There had been enough devastation int he room that it was barely noticeable. The other man reached in, adn grabbed Sophie by the hair, dragging her out of the cabinet, and tossing her into the middle of hte floor.
"Aw, did we scare you little girl?" The ringleader growled out, advancing on her. The man that had been under Callie was standing byt he stairs, making sure Sophie didn't run for them, and the other two came closer to her. "You don't have to run away. We can play with you, just like the one upstairs." There was a low chuckle from the others at his words. It was going to be a fun night indeed.
 
Sophie sat there trembling, trying to steady her ragged breath. This cabinet, something so small and so seemingly frail, was her only protection from the three men. She kept seeing Callie’s limp body slumping to the floor. There was no life in her. Just earlier that day this woman was alive and vibrant, taking care of all of them. She has a husband, a daughter, and a son. Their lives were going to change now. They were going to experience sadness no one should have to. She closed her eyes tightly, tears streaking down both cheeks. ‘William,’ she thought. ‘I want to live to see William again. I want to feel his touch again and have him close to me. It’s not fair! We’re just getting started, and now these men..could kill me.’ They were thieves alright, taking things that could never be replaced.

She hoped they would simply give up looking for her, or think she had gotten out, and make a run for it before the police showed up. She waited for a door to open and slam, but it never came. ‘Maybe they left..While I was climbing in here,’ she hoped. Her eyes opened as she steadied her breath further, straining to hear something, anything. The darkness of the cabinet engulfed her, providing a tiny bit more of protection. It was all in her head really. The darkness would not shield her from their eyes if they found her. She knew that, but for now, she took a small bit of comfort in knowing she was hidden from sight. Sophie could hear her heart pounding in her ears. The air was still, quiet. Her eyes darted around waiting for a sound. If one would not come soon, she would know they had left. The thought of leaving the safety of the cabinet was frightening. It would mean she was alone in the house with two dead bodies. Two! For the first time, she really began to think about Gabby. William and James would have to bury both of them. Her tears began anew, streaming down her face. She wanted to sob, but that would mean breaking the silence that was slowing becoming overpowering, that is until the door was ripped open.

Sophie screamed, knowing every bit of protection she had was gone. Her scalp felt as though they were ripping it from her body as one of them hauled her from the cabinet. Quickly she found her feet underneath her as she crouched down. A fast glance over to the stairs, her only exit, revealed it was blocked. These men were not stupid. No, but..they were..men. Sophie gulped looking up at the one speaking. She caught the other man moving closer as well. “Please,” she said, her voice surprisingly strong. “Don’t kill me. I won’t tell. I haven’t..seen..your faces. There’s no way..they’ll ever know it was you. Just don’t…..” Sophie paused as the memory of William and how he took her replayed in her mind. He had broken in and tied her up. She hated it, being helpless, but it was the feeling of being claimed she loved. ‘They are men,’ she thought. “I’ll do whatever you want,” she stammered quickly. “Just don’t kill me. Please.” Her gaze shifted over to the other man who had moved closer. “I’ll do anything..you want..but I beg you..don’t..kill me. You said,” she continued, looking back to the ringleader, “you could play with me..like the one upstairs. Well..you can. Just please, please, please,” she begged, emphasizing her last plea, closing her eyes tightly, “don’t kill me.”
 
There was a chorus of low, pleased sounding chuckles from the men, and they advanced on Sophie, crowding around her, blocking out what little light there was in the basement.
"See there boys, how eager she is? She knows how this works." The ringleader announced. The other men nodded. The ringleader flipped his knife out, the blade falling into the open position with a loud click, the sound seeming to fill the air with a sense of danger. "So here's what I'm going to say now girl. You don't want to die. And you'll do anything to keep that from happening. But anything is a pretty broad field. So if we don't like how you do thigns here tonight..." He touched her throat witht eh back of the blade, and drew it across her skin, lettign the cold steel warm off of her skin. "...we'll leave you to bleed out on the floor. So I suggest you get very...very enthusiastically creative with us tonight, to keep us happy."

As he finished speaking, he withdrew the blade, and unbuckled his pants. The other two men followed suit, each of them pulling their now fully hard cocks out, and placing them close to her face.
"You'd better get started. And make it good." One of the others said in a low growl, flicking out a knife of his own. There was a sense of familiarity to the way his threat sat, to the way he held himself. He was castign his gaze around the room with an ease that made it seem like he'd seen it before. ANd he settled his gaze on a hook in the ceiling. A look tot he ringleader got a nod, but a hand held up in a waiting gesture. The plan was good, but not yet. It was time to see what she'd do on her own desperate steam first.
 
If the ominous way they loomed over her wasn’t enough to scare her, the sound, the undeniable sound of his blade opening certainly was. Sophie held her breath for a moment. They had all seemed so….happy….at her words. This seemed to contradict that. ‘Why pull a blade, if you’re going to give me a fighting chance?’ Sophie never voiced her question. That would have meant speaking. That would have meant breathing, and for a moment, she wasn’t able to do either one. The blade touched her skin, so cold against her skin. Sophie gasped, feeling the blade tighter against her throat. She pictured Callie in her mind. There was no blood. Not one drop. Maybe there was and she blocked it out. No. There hadn’t been. There was no smell of death, no blood….just a limp, lifeless body slumping to the floor. ‘That’ll be me,’ she thought, closing her eyes tightly as the ringleader spoke. The fighting chance she wanted so badly was being given to her but with a very steep penalty if she failed to please them. Sophie knew her inexperience. It would play against her..if..she let it. ‘William.’ His name filled her mind. Flashbacks of how he took her, how he made her feel, and what he made her want to allow William to experience. Her life was her motivation. Her lover was her inspiration.

He moved. The blade was gone. Sophie opened her eyes to see them all taking their cocks from their pants. This was really going to happen. She didn’t flinch as they moved, drawing closer to her with their meaty shafts. She could smell their arousal. Sophie knew she had to be smelling Callie’s scent as well. One of these cocks, if not all three, had been inside her, and now she was going to taste her. It would be a lie to say the thought didn’t arouse her. She would have loved to have tasted Callie’s pussy, feasting on her juices while she fucked her with some instrument, perhaps even her fist. Even if William had not been around, the thought of bonding in this special way with his mother was beautiful. Knowing she could still taste her, Sophie tentatively licked at the ringleader’s cock. It was a quick gesture, just enough to gather some of Callie’s juices that remained on his cock. The taste hit her tongue in an explosion. Sophie looked up at the ringleader and quickly took his cock in her hand. Eyes still meeting his, she leaned in began to suckle the tip of his cock as if it were life itself. Powerful, strong, and brimming with her eager nature, she drew every drop of Callie’s juices from him. It wasn’t about tasting him. It was about her, but all that began to change. She could feel his skin sliding against her lips. His scent began to fill her nose. Callie was fading in her mouth, and he remained. Instead of feeling her stomach wrench at the thought of sucking the cock of the man who had just killed her lover’s mother, she found she wanted more. Further down she took his cock. Her throat filled, and Sophie found she didn’t care about the struggle to breathe. No. It was never enough. Every inch she took, every stretch she felt, it was all never enough. She wanted more.

Her hand left his cock, and she reached for the other two men. While her mouth was filled, her hands were still free, and if she couldn’t taste them all at once, she wanted to at least feel them. Sophie found her rhythm with her mouth and hands. Her head moved back and forth, forcing his cock down her throat with every other pass, and her hands gripped their cocks. She was astounded by their girth, realizing it would be a feat to take them. The very thought made her wet. She wanted them to stretch her, to fill her. William had Callie. Why couldn’t she have this night? It was a question her eyes begged and she never lost sight of the ringleader. If she would choke on his cock, he would be looking into her eyes as she did.
 
The ring leader smiled, looking down at Sophie as she bent to task. She seemed to be taking to this far easier than he'd have thought. There might be somethign that had to be evaluated based on this, but it wasn't something that needed attention right now. Right now she was willing, maybe even eager, as she moved her hands to begin servicing the other two. It was unprompted, but seemed to be welcome. One of them seemed to be starting to lean forward to move after Sophie, but the other two placed a hand on his chest, lightly, but firmly, making sure that he didn't go any farther. This wasn't a time for sudden and rash action. They'd done quite a bit of that this night, and they had plenty of time, especially with how Sophie was acting now.

The hands withdrew, letting the man move, and he went behind Sophie, moving out of the reach of her hand. He put hands on her hips, pulling her up onto her feet, while the ring leader put his hand on her head, making sure that she couldn't take him out of her mouth. He rubbed the head of his cock against her entrance, before sliding higher, rubbing along her ass, before receiving a warning look from the man that still had a Sophie's hand on his cock. The other man took the hint, slipping lower again, and pushing into Sophie with a grunt of effort.

The ringleader let Sophie be pulled off of his cock, long enough for hte other man to pull her face to him, sliding into her mouth quickly, pushing as deeply into her as he could manage. Bottoming out in her mouth made him let out a long sigh, leaving her there for a moment, letting his cock fill her throat before letting go of her head, letting the ringleader pull her back to him. The man behind her thrust his hips forward, jarring her forward, pushing deeper into her throat. All three men were grinning, and barely getting started.
 
It was hard, difficult at best, to try and remember Callie upstairs. Perhaps she had not been as willing. Maybe it didn’t matter what she did. Her fate may still be the same. ‘No,’ she thought, knowing she couldn’t think that way. She had to believe she had a chance.

She felt him move, his cock slipping from her hand. Her mind raced wondering where he was going, and what was about to happen? It was relief really when she felt his warm touch on her hips. She knew he was hard. His cock had been rigid in her grasp. So logically she knew what was coming next. What she didn’t expect was to want it. This man had already taken part in killing Callie, and now she wanted his cock inside her? The very thought was clearly unnatural. Still as she felt him rubbing against her ass, Sophie began to brace for something new to her. Disappointment melted across her as she felt his cock sink back to her sex. He wasn’t going to do it? It was short lived though as she realized he was still going to take her. His cock sank into her, sheathing in her depths. Sophie groaned, unable to pull back from the man who’s cock she had down her throat. It was a gesture he was sure to feel. Sophie gasped for air, not out of a necessity to breathe, but from a desire, and overpowering desire, to moan. It felt right, more natural than anything she had felt before, to groan as his cock pushed deep inside her.

It wasn’t until the man allowed his cock to fall from her mouth that the room truly filled with the sound she wanted to convey. Deep, husky, laced with all the desire she felt. Sophie felt betrayed by her own body, and she felt as though was betraying William. She was enjoying this man’s cock inside her. She wanted him to fuck her. She wondered briefly what kind of person that made her. It was hard to hold a single thought for more than a few seconds, and as her mouth was directed to another willing, ready cock, her train of thoughts was derailed.

He slipped into her mouth, his scent strong as her nose nestled close to him. To take him all would have been painful. She knew it. It didn’t seem to matter to him though. He pushed deep, stretching her throat. Her eyes widened as she couldn’t take in the slightest bit of air. This is what she had walked in on with Callie! Would it be her fate now? Was this her time? Her hands reached for him, wanting to push him back but unable to. Instead they rested on his thighs. She wanted to push him back. She wanted to grab the other man’s cock. She wanted. Confusion gripped with fear was claiming her. Sophie’s once logical thought processes were being shut down. All she knew was what she had right now. Cock. Cock in her mouth, cock that she could grab, and cock filling her pussy. Again she groaned, using up what little air she had. If this was going to be her time, then she would enjoy it. The man behind her pushed deeper, driving her further on the rod impaled in her throat. Sophie felt a surge race through her. Her clit throbbed, a sensitive bud between her legs coated by her own arousal. She wanted to touch it, to massage it, to cum so hard. Again she was unable to move. Her hands still rested on the thighs of the man who’s cock she was sucking. Her eyes looked up to him, begging, pleading but not for air. She wanted him to touch her, to help her cum. She wanted all of them to help her cum, but it was only him she could see. In that desire, she found the strength to move her hand and grab the other man’s cock. Her hands moved quickly, hoping she was able to convey the urgency of what she wanted. If Callie’s fate was to be her own, then at least she would enjoy this time with her would be killers. Perhaps in that, they would let her be and leave at the end of this night.
 
They held their position for a little while, making sure that Sophie was properly aware of just how precarious her position was. They could kill her, take away from her, at any point that they wanted to. There was so little that she could really do, save what they wanted her to. And she seemed to understand that, to come to terms with it quickly. There was a moment of hesitation, almost like curiosity as Sophie wrapped her hand around a cock, seeing how she was acting with this entire ordeal. Then he simply let her go to work, allowing her take what she could from the experience.

The cock in her throat backed out, letting her take in some air, letting her get taht needed rbeath to continue working, before plunging back into her. The two men in her moved in concert, each one drawqing back adn then plunging in at the same time, giving her moments of absence, and then stuffing her full from both ends. The way that it was all going, it as clear that the man behind her wasn't built for this kind of long term action, and was already starting to pant after five minutes of activity. He huffed out his breath, grunting as he pumped into her, before he slammed himself in, driving her hard onto the cock in her throat as he felt himself gettign off inside of her. He panted a moment before pulling out. The Ringleader put a hadn on her head, pulling her tight to his body, making sure she couldn't move or even breathe while the other two moved.

The man who had just found his release moved off to the nearby couch, all but falling onto it, needing a moment to get his breath back, to keep himself oriented. The other man, however, had differing plans.

He sank into her entrance easily, sighign at the feel of it, like it was somehow familiar to him, and he pumped inot her a few times, gettign himself ready for what was goign to come. He pulled her back, letting her have a moment of breath, not wanting to lose the moment, what he was planning for her. The Ringleader obliged him. Leaving himself inside of her, he reached his hands to her ass, adn spread it apart, revealing her to him. He spat on her, letting it fall on her rosebud, before prodding at it with his finger, pushing it into her up to the knuckle, doing a little work to get her ready for what was coming, making sure that there was no doubt as to what was about to happen. THe ringleader left her face off of his cock, letting her make what sound she might want to, letting ehr have the moment. Or letting the other man have it, it was hard to say.

The cock withdrew from her body, and moved higher up, now nudging at her ass. The head pressed in, pushing at her, and finally breaking through the natural resistance, letting him slide into her. He didn't take much time to it, btu made it a single, smooth entrance into her. His hips hit her ass, marking him to be fully sheathed in her. He let out a slow breath, a grin on his face. The ringleader pulled her back to his cock to get her working on him again as the man behind her got moving again, working on her with a steady, hard pace.
 
Air. He gave her air. Sophie could hear her own gasps despite his cock still in her throat. It all seemed surreal. The lack of air because of the throbbing cock in her throat, the cock plunging deeply inside her, attached to the struggling man behind her, and the cock in her hand, the one she almost mindlessly stroked. Even just one of these acts would have seemed impossible for her to believe just a week ago that it would actually happen to her, and here she was, fulfilling all three. Filled, stuffed, on the edge of cumming herself on some stranger’s cock that would be one of the last three people she ever saw. Ironically the thought seemed to make her more aroused, as she could hear the sounds from her wet sex as he pushed himself in deeper. Her hand gripped the cock tighter, her strokes grew faster. Each time she was filled, the cock in her throat pushed deeper, stretching her tight throat, almost painfully so. To resist would have pointless. To resist….would have been wrong. Kill or not be killed, if she was honest, she wanted this.

She could tell, though she wasn’t experienced, by his movements when the man behind her was close. He became more eager, excited, and his cock was harder as he took her. She groaned, knowing what was about to happen. William was the only man she wanted to cum inside her, but there was a hint of something wicked knowing this man’s seed would fill her. He sank his cock in deep. Sophie was sure she felt his balls against her body, just as sure as she was she felt his cock pulsating with each stream of cum he shot off inside her. Another groan against the cock she was impaled on, wasting what little air she had sounded off. It was worth it. She had let them all know what she thought, how she felt, with it.

His cock slipped from her abused hole, and Sophie whimpered, hating the void. The cock in her hand slipped away. Sophie was so high on the experience she didn’t notice, but as he slipped inside her with ease, she became aware. Her fingers moved slowly, forming a fist and then opening up once more. With a soft movement, she placed her hands on the thighs of the man before her, the one whose cock was embedded in her throat. She felt whole again, as strange as it was that it took cock to make her feel that way now. Before it was good grades or words of praise from her parents. Now it took a man stuffing her to make her feel that way.

Her eyes widened feeling his finger at her ass, knowing what was going to happen. She had experienced a lot of firsts, but this? This was something William should have had. This was special, and now this man, this murderer, this rapist was going to have it? She wanted to cry, to let them know this was not something she wanted to happen, but her body betrayed her. Sophie had become a slave to her own desires. As she felt his finger push inside her, stretching her, opening her up, fighting against the tight resistance, that was it. She had a glimpse into what it would feel like to have something inside her ass, and Sophie was already hooked. This time when she groaned the sound was louder, shedding it’s own light on this dark situation. Her hands gripped his thighs tighter as she buried her face against his body. “Oh please,” she whispered, not sure if they could hear her, not caring if they could. As soon as he pulled from her, Sophie knew. The tip of his cock pushed against the opening the other man had been working for him. Her body was primed and ready, and if she could have relaxed anymore to all his easier access, she would have. Still there was something delicious about the slight struggle he had pushing against her muscles. Sophie bit her bottom lip, knowing that at any second he would gain entry. She was helpless to stop him, and frankly she didn’t want to. The moment his cock slipped inside her, she pulled back from the other man’s body and gasped. It was a moment that lasted only seconds, as his cock continued to slide inside her. A long moan left her lips as he plunged in, not stopping until every inch of his cock was inside her. Sophie felt more stretched than she ever had. Her sex felt full somehow as well, as if there was no room for a cock there. She took in a deep breath just before she felt his cock in her throat once more. It was as if the moment had been timed perfectly. Sophie worked him harder now, with renewed vigor. She wanted the man behind to fuck her ass. She wanted to cum. She wanted this, all of this. Her hands moved from his thighs, finding his sac, massaging him. She wanted the contact. It was a primal urge driving her. Without any prompting from him, she pushed his cock deep, trying to swallow him. Her eyes looked up, the lust reflecting wildly in them. She was a woman driven by a lust that had to be satisfied, and she was glad they were there to do it.
 
The man behind her had to smile at how Sophie was reacting. It wasn't just that she had accepted what was happening to her, she was eager for it. She was desperate for this it seemed. WHile that raised a question or two in his mind, the important thing right then was that there was nothing that they couldn't do right now.

He saw as she used ehr arms to brace on the thighs of the man before her, giving her better access to keep working on his cock with her mouth, adn the sight of her head bobbing constantly added more incentive to his actions. Though he'd been with women before, there was always an extra spice to taking from her instead of having it freely offered. And this night had been one that he'd never forget. His hands shifted from Sophie's hips, sliding forward, hands groping at her breasts, twisting her nipple between his gloved fingers, teh leather dulling his sensation, so he knew he was likely being rougher than he needed to bdidn't let that slow him down, working on her hard, knowing that there was a line between rough and painful, adn he'd probably crossed it with her quickly.

He looked up, meeting the gaze of hte man infront of her, and flicked his eyes down, a silent communication, an offer, a question. The other man nodded to him, and leaned back, sliding his cock out of her throat. The man behind her used his position to heave her up into the air, pinning her to him by brute force, his grip on her breasts and his cock in her ass being hte points of contact. He shuffled his grip, hitching her up once, which let him drive his cock back into her, encouraging him to do it again, adn then again, before the other man stepped forward. They were of a similar height, witht eh man in front of her beign the taller. But he crouched lower to set himself up. His cock nudged up against Sophie's entrance, rubbing agaisnt her, teasing her with wehat they were about to do.

He didn't take his time once he knew that things were alinged, and thrust up into her, pressing inside of her in a single smooth motion, stuffing her completely from both points. He pressed close to her, keeping her tight between the two men. The man behind her moved his hands, letting her breasts compress into the other man. He drew his hips back, and then pushed back in. There was no slack, no room, both cocks crammed into her body made it almost impossibly tight, but it was sublime to him.

The man in front of her was able to look her in the eye now, see what was happening in her eyes. His hands were on her legs, keeping her up, making sure that she didn't fall from between them. His hips shifted, feeling the other man moving inside of her, and he made his movements to aling with his, withdrawing slightly later than he was, but thrusting back in faster, making a broken timed movement that had no real rhyme or reason to it, nothing that Sophie would be able to anticipate, predict. He let one hand go from her leg, the other man picking up the shifting balance, and grabbing onto her. The man before her dragged his mask up just enough to expose his mouth, and grabbed a fistful of Sophie's hair, draggign ehr mouth to his as he jointly fucked her with all he had.

There was raw unbridled aggression and lust in the kiss, something primal and vicious that promised nothing more than an unleashed animal. When he pushed her mouth off of his, he used his grip to turn ehr face tot he side. The man behind her had done the same thing to his mask, and now all but devoured her mouth, taking a long, passionately angry kiss from her. The man before her leaned in, his teeth biting down on her collarbone, hard enough to leave a ragged mark, almost breaking skin but not quite. And all the while they kept her tightly pressed between them, cocks hammering ina nd out of her with a wild abandon.
 
Their movements continued, and Sophie was sure she had pleased them. Had she not, surely they would have let her know by now. Their gloved fingers would have compressed against her throat after they ripped her from their bodies. Naked men would be hovering above her while they pinned her to the floor choking the life out of her. Of course they could have done to her what they did to Callie. Perhaps that was why she had met her end. Maybe she had failed to please them. Sophie would have swallowed hard were it not for the hard shaft impaling her. The memories of Callie’s body falling limp and lifeless to the floor sent a shiver down her spine. Fear was reawakened. Death was not something she wanted to greet this evening. Never before did she think her life would depend on skills that she had just been illuminated to her. Her hunger to feel pleasure was feeding her as much as the man before her was. She felt a surge of guilt gripping her. Was this suppose to feel this good? Was she cheating on William? What would he say? Then a terrible, haunting thought made her close her eyes as the cock in her throat slipped deeper down her throat. Sophie wondered would she even live to tell him about it.


She groaned, ripped from her fearful torrent of thoughts as she felt her nipple crushed. There was no love there. It wasn’t a tender action meant to draw her deeper into the passions of the man she was with so they could share in their sweet release. This was different. This was raw, driven by an emotion she was coming to….like….to enjoy. It was lustful, sexually ravenous. It was..hungry..like she was. It a hunger so deeply rooted in who she was, in who they were, that they were feeding from each other. As his fingers worked her nipple, she could feel the agony, the throbbing pain spreading across her nipple, into her breast, and she liked it. She wanted more of it, and at this point, it didn’t matter that she didn’t know the man. In fact, as she felt her sex growing wetter, Sophie knew it was only making it better, stronger.

The cock from her throat slipped free, and Sophie took a deep breath. The girth from his cock was gone now, leaving nothing but an empty throat. This isn’t right. Sophie was so sure the words had spilled from her lips, but in truth, she had remained silent. While it wasn’t right, it wasn’t something she wanted to end. It was wrong. It was criminal. It could be the last night she spent alive, and all of those factors only made her want them more. She groaned, licking her lips as the man behind pulled her up, hoisting her in the air. With her legs spread, she could feel the man’s eyes roaming her body. Her body was spread before him with a cock embedded in her ass. Sophie felt a wave of shame wash over her. It was humiliating, and yet she knew just how soaked her sex was. He head leaned back against the strong man moving his cock in and out of her body. Her eyes gazed at the ceiling, wondering what more could they possibly do to her until….

As soon as she felt his cock teasing her, touching her, Sophie lifted her head. Her eyes widened as her lips spread in silent astonishment. Her head shook back and forth quickly, the only way she could protest. Sophie knew how tight this would be. She wasn’t sure if her body could take both of them like this. Her tender flesh filled, threatening to tear, to give way under the size of these cocks claiming her. Her hands came up, meeting the body of the man before her, but even then she didn’t try to stop him. His cock filled her, drawing a loud gasp from her. Every fear she had was faced head on in one swift movement. It was all she could do, groaning as her body went rigid. Sophie’s gaze met the ceiling once more as her mouth gaped open. Even as she felt the hands slip from her breasts and the man’s chest compressed against her, she only remained seemingly frozen. Both men moved, on their own accord, with their own agendas, as if they were not working together. Each man had what they wanted, and they were going to use her body as they desired. It was as if she were not one person, but two individuals there for their pleasure. Her arms seemed to fall around the shoulders of the man before her, and that was when she saw them. His eyes burned into her. At first, she only noticed the intense gaze, the thirst there, begging to be quenched. It was enchanting, drawing her in. It was like looking into a flame and wanting to touch it. You know you’ll be burned, the skin will sear from your body, and the agony will overtake you, but you can’t help it. Closer and closer you find yourself drifting towards it until the warmth is tasting your body. The flames are licking you. It’s dangerous and yet so beautiful. That was this man. That was what she found in his eyes. His eyes were a mirror into his soul, and in them she found her own reflection.

His mask was pushed upwards, and she knew what he wanted. She needed no prompting. As his fingers laced in her hair, she winced, and then her lips met his. Sophie kissed him, letting the flames take her. The heat, the smoke, surrounded them. Her tongue searched for his, wanting to mingle. She tasted him, the animal he was, the desire. It was far more intoxicating than any drink, more powerful than anything she had felt before. Sophie whimpered into the kiss, knowing her body was about to break. He ripped her away from the kiss, and she thought for a moment she could speak, but it was not to happen as another set of lips found her own. The kiss, the drink, the drug was stronger still with this one. As their cocks pressed into her, with no rhythm, Sophie knew this was a battle she was going to lose. Her body gave into them both, squeezing their shafts as her release claimed her, making what was already tight even more so now. She cried out, in please and pain, as she felt the rods still filling her, forcing her open. “I can’t,” she cried out, her eyes closed. “I can’t,” she began, stopping, allowing it all to soak in. Sophie embraced everything about the moment. The sweet pleasure running through her veins, gripping her muscles, the undisputed pain that was slicing through her body as she was pushed far more so than most ever are, never combined. Instead she felt each as it was. Pleasure. Pain. Both powerful and strong coaxing from her a climax unlike anything she had ever felt before. Her eyes opened as she panted. Words, much like the man fucking her tight, dripping sex, were right before her. “Don’t..stop,” she told him. “Please. Don’t..stop.”
 
With the endless torrent that Sophie was suffering under, if you could call it suffering any more, was something of a marvel. It was amazing to see how she changed under their work, how she went from scared, to arroused, to wild in the space of what they did for her. It was watching a person change, perhaps irrevocably, right before your eyes. It was something that a calmer, more sober mind might take note of.

Neither man going at Sophie were of such a mindset, the change all but unnoticed to them until she came on them, the way she clenched on them, the way she lost what semblance of control she had. Both men grinned at the motion, that activity, knowing that it was what they'd both been hoping to see from her. Both of them pumped into her a few more times, feeling themselves jerk within her each in short succession of the other. The man in her ass slid out of her, feelign himself starting to soften. He'd done so much this night all ready, there was a limit to what he could do! Theother man took Sohpie form him, keeping her on his cock, and gestured at the bar top. Nodding his understand, the man went to it, and took out the package of powder that had been used upstairs. He laid out another line, a thicker one this time, adn bent to it, taking a deep snort from from it, inhalingthe dust. He paused, letting the substance percolate into his system. He felt himself stiffening again, harder than before, and he turned to see what had happened int he few minutes since he'd moved away.

The man still in Sophie had simply gone onto the floor, still in her, adn began to savage her, honouring her last request. Don't stop she'd said. He certainly intended to honour that as much as he could. Every thrust he made into her rocked them both forward, each time sliding her a little bit along the floor, no subtlety, only pure force and savagery to it. He ahd to shift every few thrusts to make sure he could still stay in her and that she didn't slide away. It was unleashed lust. It was unbridaled aggression. It was pure animal.

He kept at her a few more moments, before he pulled out of her, aimed at her chest, adn came, shooting his seed on her without a second thought. He stood, and looked at hte bar, seeing the powder was still laid out. He needed the boost right at that moment, and his partner came back to her.

Seeing the seed on her, he gripped Sophie's shoulder, flipping her onto ehr knees, adn pulling her ass up towards him. Without a moment of hesitation or thougt,m he simply lined up and plunged back into her. One hand on her hip to make sure she didn't move away from him as he pounded into her, every thrust sounding like a loud clap as he drove home. His other hand shot up to grip her hair, pulling it back like he held her on a leash. There was no regard for her comfort, he simply wanted to keep her close to him, needed something to hang onto.

The other man returned fromt he bar, his cock hard once more under the care of his dose from the bar, and looked at what was before him. It was quite a sight. ANd he wanted to alter it. He dropped to his knees before Sophie, lining his cock up with her mouth, and then lettign the momentum from the other man drive her face onot him, sheathing himself in her throat. He gathered her hair up fromt eh other man, pulling her up with it, before making a gesture to his aprtner. His partner took her arms from hte floor,adn puilled htem back, using them as his new handholds, making her torso effectively supported by this grip on her arms adn her hair. Both men resumed fucking Sophie with all that they had.
 
With everything she was, was on display for these two animals, Sophie should have felt shame or guilt. Hopelessness would have been a proper emotion to experience in this moment. Fear that her own demise was closer would have made sense, but these were all torrents of emotions that had already washed over her. Now there was something more, a sweet release in the sense that there was nothing more to hide, nothing more they could take from her, nothing more they could do to her, but she was so wrong.

She could feel it, though she was a mere novice in all matters of sex. It was undeniable, the way their cocks pumped deep inside her, the rush of warmth she felt, and it was clear what was happening. It was a fact she had somehow overlooked, or perhaps she didn’t want to think about it all. They were cumming, filling her with their seed, possibly planting a child inside her womb. This man, this animal that had drawn the last bit of humanity from her as she gazed into his eyes glaring out from behind the mask that hid most of his face might be planting a child inside of her right at that very moment. Sophie’s eyes closed as her head lulled back. She was helpless. All she could do was allow this to happen, allow them to find their pleasure within her. The sounds of their breathing seemed so much louder now, as did the sounds coming from her own body. It wasn’t moans, nor was it whimpers of anguish. They were wet sounds as their juices mingled while they continued to stuff her, filling her until there was nothing left.

He slipped from her, and Sophie felt his seed escaping her. No matter. He probably didn’t care that he wouldn’t remain completely inside of her. So what if a few drops of his seed were wasted on the floor. Logically thought was far too advanced for her addled mind. Had it been within her grasp, Sophie may have pondered why they were so careless. Their seed would be left behind. The police could use it to find them and build a case against the two murders. Two murders. Callie and her own. Logical thought wasn’t even a concept to her.

She felt her body weight shift to the man before her. He was supporting her now, a spineless form perched on his cock. He was effectively keeping his seed embedded inside of her. What was he going to do? What was the point to him holding her like this? Nothing made sense to her. Everything had blurred together. It was the sound, a tapping sound, that drew her attention. The other man had made his way over to a bar. She had heard that sound before, but where? As he leaned over, the sound of him inhaling strong, Sophie knew what it was. Though she had never done it before, she had known those who did. It was crystal clear, cutting through the haze of the night’s events to her. Things began to focus just before she felt him spear into her. Sophie cried out, the force taking her breath. Her back inched along the floor with every thrust. His hips driving her into the floor. When she caught her breath, she cried once more. He was trying to destroy her, making sure that if she should survive this night somehow, no man would ever be able to fuck her again. Her body would be crumpled from the brutal fucking he was indulging himself with. Her eyes were wide, like an untamed animals’ caught in a trap, fighting for its’ life, but there was no fight in her. Only him. The pleasure she had felt before….were nothing compared to this. Each time his body slammed into hers’, each time the sound resonated in the room, she wanted more. Though his strokes were fast, it wasn’t fast enough for her. Pain translated into pleasure, a deep pleasure that almost scared her. Almost. Her frantic eyes looked over to the bar, and there was no hesitation. She wanted what the man had inhaled. Could it make all of this more intense for her? She hoped it would, but words, asking him, begging him for some was out of reach. He pulled free from her body, leaving her sex a gaping, empty hole. Her attention turned back to him, stunned that he had stopped. She felt him painting her skin. Had he not cum before? Was his seed not inside her? Sophie was confused, so terribly confused, but the delight from his cum covering her skin pushed that confusion from her mind.

It was bliss, being used and tossed aside like this. When the other man’s hands forced her to her knees, Sophie grinned slightly as her face touched the floor. In that moment, she realized she was the lowest form of life in that room. She was nothing more than a play thing for them to use as they desired. To be that object, to be the one that they saw fit to use, brought her joy. It may seem strange to any other person, but to her, it made sense. It felt right. If this was to be her last night alive, then it will have been a good one, well spent, doing exactly what she was coming to believe she was suppose to do with her life.

As his cock took her once more, Sophie cried out. Her wide opened mouth pushed into the floor amplifying the sound. His fingers seized her hair, and as he jerked her head back she screamed, “Please! Oh please!” It wasn’t a plea for him to keep going. It wasn’t her begging him to let her go. It was her attempt at acquiring the substance on the counter. With her back arched painfully so, her hair clutched in his grasp, and her ass being ravaged once more, Sophie’s eyes followed the man from the counter to before her. His seed still clung to her body. As he sank down to his knees, her lips parted further. She wanted to taste him and her own juices. The thought of inhaling whatever was on the counter from his hard shaft sent a surge through her. It was a delicious thought. As his cock slipped past her lips, the scent hit her hard. Sophie’s eyes closed. The decadence was only getting stronger. She could feel the shift of power, her hair now under the control of the man before her. Her movements grew more eager, and it was under no urging from the man pummeling her ass. She wanted to take more of his cock, to feel her throat engorged with his shaft. Though she gagged, Sophie pushed. If she was to meet her end the same way Callie did, so be it. It was as if his cock was an addictive drug. It was as if both their cocks were something she craved as much as the air in her lungs. He couldn’t shove his cock in her ass deep enough, fast enough, hard enough, and the one in her throat couldn’t go far enough. Her muscles ached. She was tired, but this was spurning her forward, making her take everything they had.

A yelp, a muffled sound vibrated along his shaft as the man behind her took her arms. It was an awkward position to say the least. They were trying to break her, literally. Her back bent, her weight supported by her arms, her shoulders feeling the strain, the hair on her head pulling at her scalp while her throat and ass were raped like torn pieces of meat, sore and abused. It was quite the picture, and Sophie knew it must be a sight. Her eyes flickered over towards the counter before looking up at the man before her. Her mind silently begging him. If her body was to be abused, worn out, and then discarded, she wanted to fully enjoy this ride. She lunged forward, pulling against every point they held her by, forcing his cock deeper into her throat. Her tongue bathing him as the gurgling sounds of a woman choking filled the room. Her wet eyes glanced upwards, hoping to see him. Short, quick movements from her head stroked his cock with her tight confines. She was milking him, trying to please him, wanting him to see her efforts, and in that finding her own pleasure. He smelled delicious. The tastes filling her mouth were breathtaking. Literally. Sophie’s face began to redden. Pulling against them, she would back off his cock and take a deep breath, only to shove his meat right back down her throat. Her heart pounded in her chest. Overcome by emotions she squealed before pulling back once more and taking a deep breath. Her head ached from his grasp. Still she took a moment to plant a soft kiss along his shaft. Her tongue licking along his length. “Please,” she whispered before touching her nose to him and inhaling deeply. Her eyes would glance over to the counter once more before she took his cock into her mouth. The plea was subtle, and she wasn’t sure he would understand, but either way she was content as long both of their cocks filled her.
 
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