Page 31 of Jagged Souls

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Grubs rolls me off him, then scoots off the table. Another man instantly takes his place, ramming his cock into me. I’m on my side this time, lying on top of a dislocated arm. It hurts like hel, throbbing even harder as my body is rocked by the thrusts going into my pussy. The men holding my feet have released me. Everyone can see all the fight’s gone out of me.

Varius can see…

Does he think I’m accepting this now?

Consenting?

Closing my eyes as Sadist puts the phone in my face, I bite back a sob and wait for my rape to be over.

Three more men come inside me before I’m turned onto my stomach and dragged towards the edge of the table. The cuts on my belly burn like fire, but they’re too shallow to cause me to bleed out.

My legs fall to the floor as I’m bent over at the waist. With all my weight on my stomach, my entire body throbs with pain. He pushes into me from behind, his hips slapping my ass. My pussy burns like it’s being rubbed across the carpet, like someone’s taken a rod of sandpaper, dipped it in lemon juice, and then shoved it up my cunt. The whole area burns, and my stomach churns as I’m shoved into the edge of the table with every thrust.

Sadist hops onto the table in front of me. His cock is hard again, and he strokes himself right next to my face. I can see him thinking about putting it in my mouth. Pulling on all the strength I have, I bare my teeth.

He laughs, then strokes himself faster. As my sixth rapist comes in me, Sadist leans down to rub his dick across one of the bruises he’s left on my cheek. I don’t try to bite him. I’ll miss, and it’ll only make him harder. It might tempt him to rape me properly again rather than just rub himself against my face.

The next four men leave me in the position I’m already in, fucking me from the back. The fifth one, though, is Hourglass. I stabbed him as many times as I could before I was tackled from behind, and his wounds still bleed as he hobbles over to me. But his eyes are as venomous as Sadist’s are right now, and I know he’d rather die fucking me than miss this opportunity to hurt me.

My pulse rises rapidly as he steps up to my ass. He spits in his hand, and my heart jumps into my throat. I don’t need to turn my head to know where he’s going to aim.

I jerk forward as he thrusts deep into my ass. Fire burns all the way up my back as he fucks me hard and fast and viciously. He’s punishing me for what I did to him, and despite the agony I’m already in, he amps it up even more.

Grabbing my biceps, he wrenches my arms back. I arch on a scream, my dislocated shoulders blaring in protest as he rapes me.

My belly, which is the only part of me now on the table, churns with pain. I throw up, hitting Sadist’s dick. My eyes roll as sweat breaks out across my back and forehead. My body starts to shake from the intensity.

Sadist’s eyes darken with lust as he leans in to suck on my breasts. He bites me hard enough to draw blood. His hand quickens on his cock, rubbing the chunks of scrambled eggs and bacon I had for breakfast.

Grabbing the back of my head with one hand while still holding my right arm with the other, Hourglass jerks my head back and forces me to look at him. Tears burn my eyes as his cock burns my ass. A look of cruel satisfaction twists his ugly face. He spits on me, a great big glob of mucus. I flinch as it hits me right below the eye. His breath stinks so bad it makes me want to wretch again. It smells like he’s eaten his own shit.

“Sit down with her on your lap,” Sadist says as he lifts his head from my aching breast. “I want to fuck her with you.”

Hourglass hesitates, like that isn’t something he’s into. I pray for one dumb moment that he won’t.

Horror paints itself across my face, uncontrollable and raw, as he grabs both my arms again and turns us around.

I cry out in pain as I’m forced onto his lap as he sits on the edge of the table, both our legs hanging over it. His dick presses so deep into me. He wraps both of his arms under mine and then places his palms on the back of my head in a Nelson hold. The pain of it twists my stomach, and I cough, but I’m not sick again.

Not that Sadist seems to care. He hasn’t even bothered brushing my vomit off his dick.

My pussy shrivels up as he steps in between my legs. But there’s so much cum and blood dripping from my vagina that I know I won’t be able to stop him from penetrating me.

I want to plead with him to stop, to please not do this, but I don’t. Instead, I focus on the peeling bit of paint I saw before and try to dissociate.

My body trembles as Sadist touches it. He runs his hands up and down my belly, making sure to brush across every cut he can. “You’re our property now, whore.” He digs his thumbs into two of my wounds. “So beg me to use you.”

I grit my teeth and lift my chin despite knowing it’ll only lead to more pain. They can have my body –“can have,” as if I still have that choice to give… But they won’t break me.

Sadist grins, and I know I made the choice he wanted.

Gripping his vomit-covered dick, he lines it up with my pussy and pushes in. The pain that explodes inside of me is all-consuming. He doesn’t fit, not with Hourglass already in my ass. So he tears me apart, making my insides burn and bleed. The thought of the chunky bits of bacon and eggs rubbing all inside me makes it worse. It’s like I can already feel it getting infected.

I tremble as he pushes on my shoulders, sending pain flaring through my chest. My arms scream in even more agony as Hourglass lays down on his back, his hands still on my head. My breasts jut up in this position as my body arches against his chest. Sadist grabs my left tit as he looks down at my pussy, pinching the nipple hard before rolling it in between his fingers. He waits for Hourglass’ dick to move on the backwards thrust.

Then he shoves in balls deep.