Page 30 of Jagged Souls

Please!

He steps right up to my pussy. It burns from all the tears and cuts it’s already suffered. I can’t survive this. I can’t.

Desperately, I look at the gray ceiling as Bear leans over me, searching for anything to help me dissociate from the hel he’s about to inflict. My eyes latch onto a water stain. My brain races as it tries to come up with a story in time.

Bear slides the head of his cock against my pussy.

My heart runs wild as I try to think.

Breathing hard, he pushes against me.

I close my eyes as agony flares through my pussy and stomach. I hurt so bad, I want to be sick.

Grubs starts to pant hard behind me, and all I can focus on is that horrible noise.

I open my eyes again, desperate to see something in that water stain. But instead, my gaze snaps to the Bear’s scruffy jaw and his fear-filled eyes.

He starts to say something, then stops, and I realize he hasn’t put his cock inside me. He lies soft between my lips. He jerks his hips, but he’s just humping me like a dog with a leg.

For one brief moment, I wonder if I have an ally. If he can’t get it up because he’s disgusted with this whole thing. The fear in his eyes says he’s under duress.

“Help me,” I mouth.

His face twisting, he shakes his head slightly, then looks away.

I look up at the ceiling, my throat tight with screams I can’t emit. I focus on that water stain again, but just as I think I might have something to visualize, Grubs digs his fingers into my hips and grunts, “Fuck, I’m going to come.”

Bear steps back with relief. He catches my gaze, and his relief turns to shame.

Grubs lifts me off his dick, reaches down to grab himself, and then shoves into my pussy.

My back arches. Both my holes burn.

Grubs’ fat cock pulses inside me. I can feel every twitch of the damn thing because I’m so dry, so tight against his invasion.

My stomach churns as he groans against my back.

“Thank you,” he says.

I flinch, those words hurting me more than the slur of ‘whore.’

Thank you.

Thank you.

Thank you…

Like I wanted this.

Like Iofferedhim my body.

“Thank you.”

My lips wobble as I try to find that damn stain in the ceiling.

Thank you for being our whore.

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