Page 80 of Degradation

I jolt as he puts it up against me, as he holds it right where he knows it will ruin me.

“No,” I scream. “No.”

He shoves his face right into mine, scrutinizes every minute second of my shame.

My thighs shake, my body revolts. I do everything I can to stop this, to fight this. But it’s too much, it’s too good, too… I arch my back, crying as something inside me takes over, some feeling I don’t want override all the hate and disgust I have in this moment.

My legs kick out, my body jerks and I know exactly what’s happened as the scream leaves my lips.

Devin stares at me, smirking, like he’s proven some point. Only, he hasn’t. Not really. Anyone can get another to come in such conditions, at least that’s what I tell myself. That’s how I rationalise this. It’s not my body, it’s not him winning something over me. It’s just biology. Nothing more. Nothing complex about it.

He moves the thing, circling my most sensitive part and a shake my head without thinking. He got what he wanted, why the fuck is he doing more?

‘I’m going to make you come so many times it’s going to hurt.’His words ring out in my head. They condemn me.

He puts that thing on my clit again, he tortures me more.

My tears stream down my face, my body is lost in both the shame and humiliation that I’m doing this, I’m giving him exactly what he wants and, on some level, I’m desperate for it.

“Slut.” Devin says. “Dirty little slut.”

I am a slut. A slut and a whore and a disgusting piece of shit but I can’t stop the way my hips jerk, the way my pussy throbs. The way I come so many times I do lose count.

And then he’s lining his cock up, sliding himself into me, no, not sliding, forcing, demanding. Those awful metal spikes pushup against my insides, they tear into my flesh and every thrust he makes cuts me more.

I arch my back, I kick out, I try to get the bastard off me but he’s too strong, too powerful.

He starts pounding into me, fucking me so roughly, he has to grab my body to hold me in place despite the rope.

I cry out. I beg him to stop. I beg over and over and all he does is tell me how good I feel, how much I deserve this. How I’ve somehow been tempting him for so long now and this is my comeuppance, this is the consequence. I don’t understand what he means, I don’t understand what the fuck he’s talking about but as finally comes in me, I’m so mentally broken I don’t even feel relief that it’s over.

He pulls himself out, then stares at where I know he’s leaking out of me.

“Wouldn’t it be funny if I got you pregnant.” He says. “What would you husband do as you grew fat with my child and not his?”

My stomach churns at the thought. I know that won’t happen. I know Gunther will never let such a pregnancy get to that point. He’s already told me numerous times that if I dare to insult him by carrying another man’s child, he’ll rip the infant from my womb with his bare hands.

Devin watches me like he knows it too, like he’s heard all those nasty things my husband has said to me while he’s beating me, while he’s raping me.

I let out a ragged breath, turning my face as far from view as I can. It’s done now. This is done. Devin got his moment of fun. I got another awful memory to try to reconcile myself with.

“Get out.” I whisper.

“What did you say?” He snarls back.

I shut my eyes, clenching my fists. “Get out.” I say more forcefully. “You got what you wanted; you took what myhusband permitted. The deed is done. You can fuck off back to your mates in that shitty barracks.”

He lets out a laugh, a cruel, nasty laugh that makes me feel even more defeated.

“Did he not tell you?” He says. “I don’t just get to fuck you once, Paitlyn, I get to fuck you all night.”

“What?” That can’t be true. That can’t be possible.

Only, the look on his face tells me it is.

Gunther has never granted anyone a whole night before. All his other nasty friends fuck and then leave. What possible reason does he have to allow Devin such access?

“I saved your husbands life.” Devin states, dropping to his knees, dropping right between my thighs. “The least you can do is show me your gratitude.”