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🕑 Added 2021-12-06 23:00:00 +0000 UTCEverything conspired against V. The pain that should’ve stopped any enjoyment only added to it. It cut the ecstatic delight of a prick reaming out her seething hot cunt like a chaser. The pain rode after her pleasure and actually made her come again.
Her body quaked and she lifted her hips in a vain attempt to at least control how she was fucked by her rapist’s impaling cock. But the way she was chained and held by the two men made her movements impotent. All it did was spur the scav on to a faster tempo. He rutted her with long, powerful strokes that stirred a fire inside V.
“More! Give me more! I hate it, you motherfuckers! I want more!”
Stefan laughed harshly. V barely heard him over her temples throbbing like the beat of a tom-tom. She knew she was long gone, depraved, debauched, giving herself over to the fuck. The scav dicking her used the finger he had up her ass to stroke his thrusting cock.
“Holy hell, this is fucking great!” he cried. “I can feel my cock inside her! God! I can feel how tight she is from inside and out! Feel how much a slut she is! The bitch is fucking coming!”
V cried openly now. Her conflicting feelings were bad enough, but her powerful orgasms completely ripped the Band-Aid off, leaving her emotionally bare. The scav’s cock made her come again and again. She couldn’t control herself.
The pain she was feeling mounted. Her legs were being harshly held open in a way that compressed her pussy around the cock fucking her. It felt like he was going to rip her apart with that erection. He didn’t, though. He just made her come and come and come.
V climaxed until she barely realized she was smashing herself back against the chain-link fence. Blood shimmered on her back where she’d cut herself on the cruel metal. Her legs were kept too far apart for her to do anything but bob up and down with the strokes going into her, taking heinous advantage of her but still never giving her enough cock for her greedy little snatch.
She was further controlled by the thick finger jammed into her anus. The scav drove his prick over his fingertip, only a thin membrane between the digit and his organ. And when he came, it seared the inside of her pussy like boiling water.
“Shit! Holy shit!” the scav cried, arching his back and pistoning furiously into her sex with the last of his hardness.
His fountaining cock soon went limp and he had to step back, looking down stupidly at his softening erection. It was dripping with his cum and drenched with V’s juices. A tremor went through it and it dropped a little more of his seed, then it was soft and spent down the front of his pants.
“Not bad,” Stefan said, still holding V’s leg. He enjoyed pulling on it from time to time. He knew that it gave V a jolt of pain every time he did that—pain right in her cunt, deep in her cunt.
“Not bad? Shit, that was great! Makes me want to do her all over again!”
V’s tears trailed salty tracks down her cheeks. She couldn’t even brush them away with her hands chained. She’d never been so helpless, nor in such pain, but she couldn’t even hate it. Not really. Not when she was craving more.
***
Stefan let V hang there for a while. She pulled haplessly at the locks on her wrists. The chains were cutting into her wrists, bringing up angry red welts on her flesh. V strained to lower her toes down to the concrete floor. She could barely touch it. It was pure torture that flailed all the muscles of her legs.
She could just barely stand on tiptoe—not even able to get the balls of her feet onto the floor. The straining in her calves made the muscles there knot up and throb. V knew the angry spasms would soon feel worse than just hanging there, grating. She cried openly, but quietly, somehow restraining herself to just allowing the tears to fall from her reddened eyes.
She didn’t want Stefan to have the satisfaction of seeing her in agony he wasn’t directly causing. If he slapped her, her face would redden, she couldn’t control that, but otherwise, she didn’t want to let him know he was getting to her. As impossible as it sounded, she wanted him to think this wasn’t bothering her at all, was only an aggravating inconvenience.
She hated him, but there wasn’t a fucking thing she could do about it. Right now, she could only survive and hope to escape. He had to make a mistake that she could take advantage of. No one could make the right play all of the time. V sure hadn’t…
Stefan’s voice jarred into her thoughts, coming from the depths of the enclave along with the shriek of an opening slide-door: “A real nice haul today, boys. And what one of us enjoy, we all enjoy. Just don’t forget this is my haul you’re all enjoying.”
V jerked and rattled the chains on her wrists, trying to hide her nudity as best she could. Raising one leg and bending it covered her fleecy thatch some—but also brought into painful relief how vulnerable she was. Naked as a jaybird, she wasn’t just a target for their pricks, she was a temptation.
Something jolted deep inside her at the thought of being gangbanged by all the scavs she heard moving about, a cacophony of footfalls like a whole baseball team coming out of the dugout. She couldn’t deny her fascination with the notion, the stirring of a developing addiction. She didn’t want to be fucked over and over again, fucked by an entire gang, fucked dozens of times by dozens of different people. She didn’t! But V had to wonder what it would feel like.
