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Chapter 7

Malachi

W atching Dorian dominate and humiliate Raven like this for the whole club to see makes me feel a bit off, but I’ve never been more turned on in my life.

Tears stream down Raven’s face as she orgasms again, soaking Dorian, who decided to watch the machine fuck her raw. At the pace this machine is going, she’s not going to walk for days. Which isn’t a terrible thing because that’ll just make her capture that much easier.

When I look around the room at the onlookers for the first time, I see many men stroking themselves wildly. Women have their hands dipped under their dresses or inside their pants, no doubt fingering themselves to the sight laid out before them. Not a single one looks disgusted about the display of degradation and humiliation before them.

Not a single one.

My cock is rock hard in my jeans, and before I can think of a coherent thought, I whip it out and step up to where Raven’s face lay on the table. She glares at it and then looks me in the eyes, staring straight into my soul.

“Don’t you fucking dare bring that thing near me,” she pants out, struggling to catch her breath.

“Open wide, little death angel. I have something for you,” I say, stepping closer.

She slams her jaw shut, and when I look up to Dorian, he sees what I want and leans into a woman standing behind him, stroking him through his jeans. She scampers off and returns quickly with a mouth gag just for occasions like this. She brings it to me, and I quickly get it strapped around Raven’s head and pry her jaw open until it’s settled into place. Now I can fuck her throat how I please and not have to worry about her biting my dick off.

“Breathe through your nose,” I mutter and slam my cock down her throat.

I can feel her gagging around the length and smile when her eyes roll into the back of her head, and she comes again. She tries keeping her eyes closed as more people dare to step forward and touch what is ours. Men pull at her nipple rings, slide their fingers into her full pussy, and even a few of them mark her with their cum before painting her skin with it. She looks a mess, covered in blood and cum, but it’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.

One man with bigger balls than anyone in here pulls the machine from her body and steps between her and the contraption. He sinks his cock into her ass and lets the machine fuck him from behind. Her eyes shoot open when another man steps forward and works his fist into her pussy, thrusting up into her as the stranger takes her ass. She watches multiple people defile her body, taking everything they want and giving nothing back.

More tears stream down her face, and I take the opportunity to speed up, bringing myself closer and closer to my release. Just as I’m about to fill her throat, I pull out, and hot ropes of cum shoot out and cover her face. She tries to turn away, but just as I step back, another man steps in and shoves his cock down her throat.

She’s sobbing now. I can hear the choked noises coming from her as her mind tells her this is wrong. But her body screams for more. It pushes into the men inside of her, begging for more until she’s coming again. Her screams are garbled and weak, and her body sags on the table. Spent and used.

Man after man, take turns. Pounding into her ass. Her cunt. And her throat. Coating her with cum and filling her until it leaks from every hole.

“THAT’S ENOUGH,” Dorian bellows from where he stands, cock in hand.

Everyone surrounding Raven instantly backs away, and he steps up next to her head. Reaching down, he pulls the gag from her mouth, and that’s when I see her lips cracking and bleeding at the corners. Rage fills me. No one else should be making her bleed. Only me.

“Have you had enough yet, little one? Or should we keep going?” he whispers to her.

“Dorian, I think we need to let her go,” I mutter from behind him.

I should have spoken up sooner. This isn’t right. Not unless she asked for it, and she sure in the fuck didn’t ask for this. But I didn’t. I let my own needs get ahead of me.

“Her body, my choice,” he grunts. “I choose what happens to this body now. Not her. Not you. Not anyone.”