Nobody asked but a little blurb for the sub!reader and soft Dom Jack Abbot verse where you attempt to take control at least (1) time.
You get it in your head that you want to make it just as good for Jack as he makes it good for you. Similar to the first time you had spent together, you climb into his lap but refuse him any attempts at touching you.
“I want to do this for you,” you say.
“Oh, you do, do you?” Jack knows how this is going to go but he lets it happen. He’s more amused than anything else.
And when you sink down on his cock, he has to fight everything in him to keep his hands to himself. You asked to do this one thing for him. The least he can do is put in the effort. For you.
You try. Of course you try. The slow up-down movements as you ride him. The little moans you let out. The fixation on the grunts you hear from him.
“Baby,” Jack groans, fingers curling into fists to stop himself from grabbing you. That tether of control is a tight line.
“Feels good,” you tell him.
And he chuckles, because you had said this was supposed to be about him. “Yeah? You getting what you need from me?”
“Ah, mhm, yes.” You get a little lost, a little cock drunk with him inside you. You bury your face against the crook of his neck and start whining because he’s not touching you.
“Jack,” you complain. Like this isn’t a consequence of your own desires.
“Yeah, sweetheart?”
“Need more.”
You feel the rumble in Jack’s chest as he laughs, not unkindly. Enamoured. Incredulous. “Yeah? You want me to take over now?”
As soon as you utter the confirmation, his arms are tight around you, pulling you down into the seat of his lap as he fucks up into you.
You’re crying with relief. Content with his control. Why did you ever think otherwise?
Jack kisses along your jaw. “You’re ridiculous, baby.” The tender tone softens his words. “It’s my job to take care of you. And it’s your job to take what I give. You got that?”
You’re nodding against him, frantic. “Yes. Yes yes, yes.”
“That’s it, sweetheart. Come on my cock. I know you need to. Soon as you had me inside you, it’s all you wanted. I know you tried, baby, but this—fuuuck—this is how it’s meant to be.” Jack’s hand slipping between your bodies, providing that extra stimulation.
You’re coming before you know it. Tightening, walls convulsing around him.
“There you go. Isn’t that better?” Nosing along your cheek.
“Yeah. Yes.”
And it’s the last time you tried something like that.
↠ summary: against your better judgment, you go back to your home town where old friends idly wait.
↠ word count: 17,558
↠ pairing: yandere! bullies x reader
↠ genre/warnings: angst, smut, DARK CONTENT, yandere, bullying, humilation, PTSD, NSFW (NONCON, gangbang, f/f, f/f/m/m, f/m, tribbing, overstimulation, creampies, fingering, dp in one hole, cunnilingus, free use, intoxication, bondage, voyuerism/exhibitionism, degradation, no aftercare)
↠ a/n: (i totally did not forget to put this) this is inspired by @rotworld we pariahs!! pls go read her stuff (if you want me to untag pls let me know!!!)
Old rock played in the background of the gritty dive bar. Walking in further in, you subconsciously fiddled with the top of your black thigh high. A nervous grin spread on your face as you spotted your old friend from your early school years.
“Y/n! Over here,” She waved with enthusiasm, beckoning you over.
A little shy from her boisterous display, you sauntered to her. Jumping up on the worn, red leather stool, you tugged down your short dress, and greeted her back, “Hey.”
She wolf whistled at your appearance, “Damn girl, look at you. What happened to the shy girl from high school who wouldn’t even be caught dead in a maxi dress.”
Gigging shyly, you shrugged, banishing the haunting, masculine voice that said it’s easy access and replied, “I guess I finally grew up.”
And grow up you did. It had been six years since you had been home. It took at least half of that time to even build any confidence. You could understand why she was so shocked to see you so comfortable in your skin. But you drank up her praises, happy that someone had noticed the change.
“And that you did,” She raised her half drunk beer, and then tilted it towards you, “want some?”
A prickle of terror rumbled in your stomach. Shaking away the memory, you fibbed, “nah I’m good. I can’t stay too long anyway.”
She smiled so kind, “that’s okay, drinking ain’t for everybody.”
Sinking into her warmth, you only meekly smiled back, happy she wasn’t pushing. Conversation picked up in an instant. You both hadn’t seen each other in about a decade. Not particularly close, but enough to reminiscence about minor memories. Among the gaggle of angsty teens, she was always so bright despite her rough interior. You kind of missed her, well you missed her a lot, enough to come back home despite everything. That on top of visiting your aging grandmother.
Throughout the hour, a tingling sensation tickled your neck. Rubbing against it, you kept up with her every flowing words as she rambled on about this and that. Who got married, who’s having kids, and the poor selective that passed away.
Solemnly nodding to her words, your eyes drifted across the room. The walls were a dark oak covered in different 80s bands, graffiti and raunchy stickers. You always wondered about this place. It was more often than not, kids in your grade snuck in just for the hell of it. The ever timid you was too scared to try.
Actually sitting inside sort of rubbed off the whimsy and mystery.
Basking it all in, you rested your chin on your hand, and peered over the counter to the pool table. Two people were playing, while others lounged on the chairs surrounded the table. Bouncing over to the corner, your heart stopped.
Refusing to see if he noticed you saw him, you turned back to your friend. You honed in on her, pretending that only she mattered. The itching sensation wouldn’t leave. He saw you, too. You just know it.
Downing the rest of her now luke-warm beer, some of it spilled from the corners, she patted your back, “I’m gonna go break the seal, be right back.”
You tried to give a weak attempt of a laugh. “Do you want me to come with?”
Getting up from her seat, she waved you off. “Nah, I’ll be fine.”
“You sure?” You silently begged her to take the hint, too awkward to just go with her instead.
“Don’t worry about me, the bathroom is right there.”
She pointed towards the door that was right across from where he sat. Steeling yourself, you smiled at her and let her leave without another fuss. Her heels clacked against the floor, signalling you were alone once more.
Leaning your elbow against the bar counter, you let your forehead collapse into your hand. You debated what exactly to do. Pretending he wasn’t there wouldn’t do much, but you didn’t want to give him the notion you wanted him near you. Ever. And you couldn’t just leave. You didn’t want to lose your chances of keeping a friend.
As subtly as you could, you glanced at the spot he sat, sprawled out. He was already staring.
Swallowed up by him once more, he glared you down from under his brow. Seeing you finally catch his stare—and you knew, he saw you long before you did—he tilted his head up in such a familiar cocky manner. Tonguing his cheek, he arose. He prowled over with that predatory gaunt.
Shaking, your head snapped back to the counter top. Clenching your eyes, a half-assed prayer fell from your lips. You willed him away as much as you could, but it was avoiding the inevitable. The stool next to you, right where you friend had sat, creaked under his weight.
Unfurling your lids, you glared down your trembling hands. You had fantasized about this day for years. If you were ever to see him or the rest of the group again you would have rained hellfire. In your daydreams you would scream at him, hit him, stab him, fucking anything. But him, merely inches away, you were eighteen again and could only freeze before him.
“Look at what the cat dragged in,” He drawled out, a smirk slightly quirking up his lips.
Keeping eye contact with the wooden table top, you swallowed the lump in your throat before stuttering, “What do you want?”
He simply shrugged in response, leaning his forearm against the counter to cage you in. “I don’t know, thought we could catch up.”
Catch up? Catch up?! You blanched in your head. A raging ire burned in your chest. That anger you begged for hitting you at full force.
Whipping your head towards him, you seethed, “there’s nothing to catch up on.”
“Come on, don’t be like that,” he rolled his eyes like you were a tiny kitten spitting.
“You raped me.”
His face visibly fell back into its deep set scowl. Alarm bells rung in your head. He didn’t like that, and when he didn’t like whatever it was, it only meant trouble for you.
The bartender grabbing a liquor bottle glanced at the two of you. Aleks waved him off. The bartender’s eyes bounced between you and him, contemplating what to do. Ultimately, he knew who was the stronger one and left you two be.
Not once did Aleks’ eyes leave you. “Shut your mouth before I do it for you.”
“Sure, Sasha,” you gave a shiteating grin, knowing you were digging your grave. You were already doomed.
He snatched your arm above your elbow and tugged you closer. You scrambled to reset your balance. Your free hand clutched onto his thigh.
Nose to nose, he growled, “call me that again, I dare you.”
All you saw was black staring back at you, devouring you whole. His irises bobbled with rage. Choosing to pick your battles, you tucked your tail in and mumbled out a soft, “sorry.”
Satisfied, he let you go. As if he burned you, you flinched back and placed your hands in your lap. Unconsciously, you had curled in on yourself, losing all the confident air you walked in with. His eyes danced to the exposed skin of your upper thighs. You tugged at the hem to cover up as much as you could. The second you get home, you’re throwing away this stupid dress.
Fixing his posture, he started to fiddle with your half drank water cup. Silence enveloped you both before he spoke again, “Sil missed you.”
You bristled. Snapping your head up, you leaned forward and basically groveled, “don’t tell her I’m home.”
Pulling his phone from his beat down aviator jacket, he flashed his phone with a sharp grin. “Already did.”
Tears clouded your eyes in an instant. Leaning away from him, your breathing stuttered. In seconds, you were full blown hyperventilating. Wracking your fingers through your hair, you tugged at the strands. Fuck this.
Pulling a twenty from your little purse, you slapped it down on the counter.
“Wait, what’s going on?” He had the audacity to act confused.
Ignoring him, you flagged down the bartender, “can you tell me friend I had to leave? There’s an emergency. You can keep the change.”
Before he could even answer, you jumped off the stool and stomped away from the bar. Racing out of the door, you were slapped in the face by the cool night breeze. Blood pumped in your ears. With hurried steps, your hand rummaged through your purse until you found your keys. Car in sight, you reached out and unlocked it with two beeps and flash of your headlights.
Opening your car door, you yelped as it was closed by a heavy hand. Spinning around, Aleks had you pinned against your driver’s side. Clutching your keys to your chest, your eyes were wide.
Leaning down further, he got straight in your bubble, breathing in your exhale. “And where do you think you’re going?”
“A-away from here.”
He scowled, “why are you being so pissy?”
Your mouth fell open, “pissy? I’m being pissy? I’m sorry did you guys just casually forget about the torment you put me through.
Tilting his head back with a roll of his eyes, he honed in on you, “you’re being dramatic and that was years ago.”
“Not for me.”
You spoke with such finality because it wasn’t. You never left that room. At least once a week, that night played over and over in your head. The smell of liquor never quite left your nostrils. Aleks soaked in the haunted expression apparent on your face.
Sighing, he stepped back and gave you back your space. Pushing you to the side, he pulled the handle and opened the door for you. You stood in shock.
“Get the fuck in.”
Obeying like a beaten dog, you climbed inside your car. Sure you were situated, he shut the door. You jumped at the slam, almost dropping your keys. Refusing to look, you jammed said keys into the ignition. Your car rumbled to life.
Aleks knocked on your window, still not leaving. You reluctantly rolled it down.
He bent down, forearm resting against the top of your car. “Unblock Sil at least, she wants to make it up to you.”
You knew that was complete and utter bullshit, but you nodded, “sure.”
Slapping the top two times, he finally released you and stepped back. Taking no time, you put your car in reverse and drove away, watching Aleks stand there through your rearview mirror.
That landed you where you are now, standing at the steps of your grandma’s porch waiting for Aleks’ car to pull up. The morning after seeing Aleks again, you had barely slept. Sitting at the edge of the guest bed, you stared down at your phone. With shaking hands, you found the old contact in your phone and unblocked Silvia. It was barely seven AM and she immediately messaged you.
be ready for noon. bring enough clothes for the weekend and other necessities
from: sil
sent 6:57 AM
And sooner than you wanted, noon rolled around. Duffel bag to your side, you contemplating running away. Maybe if you skipped town before they came, they would totally forget about you. But even you knew there was a fat chance of you getting away a second time. They now knew you had attachments pulling you back to this barren place and they would ruin it, like they ruined everything else in your life.
The rumbling of an engine had your head snapping up like a dog hearing the dinner bell. Aleks had not changed one bit. Pulling up the side street was the old, cherry red 1970 Impala he had since you were teens. You were surprised that thing was still running, but he treated the car like it was his baby. Most of the time he was kinder to that damn car than you.
Rolling to a stop, you spied Silvia sitting in the front seat. Your rabbit heart kicked up. The very reason of your torment smiled up at you, her hand reaching for the handle. Glancing over, Emil and Sasha were sat in the back. Great, it’s a whole damn family reunion.
Breathing out the panic, you bent down to grab your duffel bag. Before you reached the handle, a voice stopped you.
“Let Aleks get it,” Silvia said, coming out of her seat.
Not arguing, Aleks climbed out his side and rounded the front of the car. Uncomfortable, you crossed your arms and folded your hands under. You didn’t want to look at him as walked up the pathway and to the stairs. Stopping right in front of you, he grabbed the bag with ease. With his free hand, Aleks placed his warm palm on the small of your back to guide you.
Jumping back, you slapped his hand away, “don’t fucking touch me.”
“You’re really going to be like that?” Aleks grumbled, already pissed off.
Snatching your bag back from him, you got in his face, “yeah, I am.”
Bag cradled to your chest, you stomped down the stairs. Silvia sat on the side of the car’s hood, watching. The passenger seat folded down, Emil awkwardly clambering out of the car. You swore he must have grown at least a couple inches. And packed on more pounds of muscle. Shivering, you didn’t acknowledge him as you went towards the trunk.
Aleks followed close behind. Popping the trunk, he opened it for you, keeping his arm up on the lid. Strangely, there were no other bags inside. Where are they taking you? Throwing your duffel inside, you stepped back and let him close it back down, not once did he break his gaze. Refusing to look, you walked around him to get in the car. Before you could make it far, he hooked two fingers around a belt loop of your jeans and tugged you back to him.
Stumbling, your back hit his chest. Tugging you again, he dug his crotch into your ass. Twisting your head, you glared over your shoulder, but he was already sneering.
“I get to decide what I do to you, not you. Capisce?”
“Fuck you.”
His dark eyes lit a flame, “Dirty girl, want to fuck me right outside your poor grandmother’s house? Didn’t take you for such a whore.” He leaned down despite your struggling and grinned in your ear, “Can only blame myself for turning-”
“Ugh you’re such a pig.” Silvia pushed him off you and hauled you to her side instead.
Trembling, you didn’t feel any safer in her arms. You were between two wolves fighting for fresh meat and you were on the menu. Her hand laid claim on your waist, her acrylics digging into the skin.
Aleks crossed his arms, and glared down at her, “trying to play hero?”
“No,” she pulled you in closer, nuzzling her nose against your hair, “just wanted to greet my best friend.”
The want to snap at her that you are not her friend stuck a lump in your throat. Curling in on yourself, your eyes glazed over. Clutched between her claws, fear even greater than how you felt with Aleks grew in your chest. You really wish you just packed up your shit and left while you could.
Aleks rolled his eyes at her, “sure, friends.”
“Are we fucking leaving or what?” A deep voice called.
Emil was leaning against the car, his eyes lidded in boredom. Well, he always looked like that. Seeing Emil didn’t bring up any good memories either. He loved to play with his food.
Shuffled over to where Emil was seating, Sasha poked his head out the open door and piggybacked off Emil, “yeah! I’m dying in here, dude.”
Staring down Silvia for a second longer, Aleks’ eyes bounced to you. Glaring directly at you, he responded, “yeah, let’s go.”
Not letting you go, Silvia guided you to the open door. Sasha scooched back to his window seat. Patting the middle, he beckoned, “come here, we got a lot to catch up on.”
Gulping, you ducked your head and crawled in beside him. Situating yourself, you left as much of a gap as you could between your bodies. Emil came in as well, his lumbering form disrupting your plan in an instant. Grabbing the passenger seat, he sat it back up, effectively trapping you between the two of them. Spreading his legs so his knees didn’t bump against the back of the seat, you were squished between the two. Even though he didn’t need to, Sasha let his legs fall open. Uncomfortable, you pressed your knees together and hugged yourself.
Glancing at Sasha from under your lashes, he met your look with raised brows and a playful grin.
“What’s the matter, kotik?”
“I will fucking throw up on you.”
Emil rumbled, “be nice.”
Slumping further in your seat, you scowled and gave up. There was no winning. Tugging the sleeves of your thin hoodie further down, you tried to cover yourself as much as you could.
Bringing his arm against the back of the seats, he wrapped himself around you without touching. Twisting himself slightly, Sasha devoted his attention to you.
“Aren’t you hot?” His hand reached over and pulled at the hem of your hoodie.
Flinching away from him—therefore leaning further into Emil—you slapped his hand away. “I’m fine.”
“Ow!” Rearing his hands away, he shook it like you actually hurt him, “you don’t need to be such a bitch about it.”
Before you could lunge at Sasha, Emil wrapped his arm around your waist and glued you to his side.
“Settle.”
Clawing at his wrist, you tried to squirm out of his hold. “Eat a dick!”
Silvia spun around in her seat to watch the chaos unfold, “are you guys seriously already fighting.”
Scrambling to get Emil off off off, your legs kicked out and hit the back of Aleks' seat. Jolting forward, Aleks’ jaw clicked. Whipping around, he grabbed your leg and pulled you so hard you slipped out of Emil’s hold. Clutching onto your ankle, he squeezed until you whimpered in pain.
“Knock it off. If I hear so much of another whisper of a complaint from you, I’m pulling over and beat your ass black and blue, and you better hope the roads are fucking empty.”
“But I didn’t-!”
“Shut the fuck up.”
The finality in his tone had you suck your lips in. It wasn’t an empty threat and you rather not have your ass exposed to the world because Aleks wants to spanks you for his own selfish desires.
He hummed in approval, “good girl. Fix yourself and keep your mouth shut.”
You listened, but kept your glare. Dropping your ankle, Aleks kicked the car into drive. Righting yourself, you crossed your arms and pouted. Looking out Emil’s side, your grandma’s house became a speck in the distance.
The car was silent for a moment, before you had to break it. “Can I at least ask where you’re taking me?”
“Nope.”
“Cool so I’m just being kidnapped,” you grumbled under your breath.
Aleks eyed you through the rearview mirror, “care to repeat that?”
Knowing you were digging your own grave, you shook your head, picking your battles.
The rest of the ride was in awkward silence besides classic rock faintly spilling out from the car radio. Aleks had been driving for about an hour. The world turning from the city to more rural areas and straight to the roaring mountains filled with pine trees. Taking the exit off the highway, you were lead down more bumpy roads. You passed through a small town with only a few shops.
It wasn’t until a half hour later, Aleks clicked his directional on and turned down a gravely stretch of road. Coming upon it was a decently sized cabin, enough to house a large family. You bounced left to right from the bumpy terrain, hitting both Sasha and Emil in the process. Pulling up into the driveway sat two motorcycles and fairly new pickup truck. Well, that explains why they also didn’t pack anything.
The mechanical clunks of the gear stick put into drive signaled your official arrival.
Turning in her seat, Silvia smiled at you with her plump ruby red lips, “so… what you think?”
Raising a brow, you couldn’t help the snide comment, “am I allowed to speak now?”
“The kitty got claws now,” Sasha cackled, spying how Silvia’s eye twitched at your attitude.
“I wonder if she still mewls like one, too,” Emil drawled out in a threatening monotone.
Your breathing audibly picked up. Wide eyed, you stared down Emil, ready to fight the losing battle. Slipping your hand in your pocket, you clutched the knife you kept hidden. You weren’t stupid enough to go unarmed. Not again.
“Enough.”
Snapping your attention to Aleks, he was glowering at Emil. Obviously unamused. Emil only stared back blankly, not bothered at all.
Knowing you were a ticking timebomb, Aleks got out of the car and Silvia followed suit. Pulling the seat down and up, she gave way for Emil to climb out. Ducking his head, he left you alone. Scooching down, you pulled yourself out, but Silvia stopped you. Holding out her hand, she waited for you to grab it.
Staring at it for a moment, you contemplated the consequences. Sighing, already exhausted, you placed your hand in her’s. Pleasured, she hauled you out with more force than need. Tripping over yourself, you fell directly into her arms, head against her chest.
“Aww I missed you, too,” she cooed, wrapping her arms around you, tight.
Sasha coughed behind you, “are you two done, I would like to get out of this car. It reeks of cigarettes and sexual repression.”
“Hey, fuck you,” Aleks called from the trunk, slinging your duffel bag over his shoulder, “I actually get laid unlike you.”
Huffing, Silvia let you go and you scrambled away, letting Sasha get through.
Dusting himself off, he continued and pointed over his shoulder with his thumb, “I wasn’t talking about you, I was talking about little miss homo over here.”
Silvia blanched, “little? I’m the same height as you, cuck. And I’m not repressed.”
You want to go home already. It’s good to know they still have their little pissing contests. Shuffling over to Aleks, you hold out your hand.
“Can I have my bag please?”
Slamming down the trunk, his face pinched, “think I can’t handle a small bag?”
“No? I just want to hold my stuff.”
“That sucks for you.” Placing a hand on your back again, he led you to the stairs leading up to the cabin.
His visage soften to one of satisfaction as you didn’t complain this time. Emil had already made it to the door, unlocking it for you all. Sasha and Silvia weren’t too far behind, Silvia obviously not in a good mood now.
Walking inside, you were amazed by the sheer size of it. From the front door was the living room area with two couches and two recliners circling a coffee table. The ceilings were high with a banister lining the living room, a staircase to the left leading upwards. To the right was a doorway going into a kitchen. This place just screamed money.
In daze, you spun around taking everything in. Silvia grabbing your hand, pulling you from your amazement.
“I’m showing her to her room.”
Before anyone could protest, Silvia snatched the duffel bag from Aleks and lugged you to the staircase. With you in tow, she stomped her way up the banister, taking a right down the hall. There were a couple doors lined down said hallway.
She pointed to the one of the right, “that’s my room.” Turning to the one next to her’s, she opened it with glee, “and this is yours.”
Your heart sunk at having to be so close to her. The thought of her being mere feet away did not bring you any comfort. Nodding in response, too scared to blatantly ignore her, you walked further in. The room fit the aesthetic of the rest of the cabin, a dark rustic feel. Though on your bed, you saw a few plushies of your favorite animals. Migrating towards the tiny, black cat, you picked up and rotated it in your hands.
Silvia came up behind you, leaning forward to barely touch you. You shivered in fear as her breath brushed against your ear. “You still need a stuffie to fall asleep, hmm?”
Placing the stuffed animal back down, you cleared your throat and side stepped away. Awkwardly laughing, you shrugged away her taunt. “No, I’m not a kid anymore.”
“Could have fooled me.” She threw your bag on the bed and unzipped it with no regarded for your privacy.
“Hey!” You tried to stop her from looking inside, but Silvia threw you a cold glare.
“What? Worried I like look through your granny panties.”
You hated how small she made you, “that’s not it, I-”
Pulling out a pair of your underwear, she held it up and gave an affirming nod. “Never took you for a lace and little bows type of girl.”
“Oh my God!” You shrilled while ripping the black panties from her hands. She lets you with a smirk and continued to go through your stuff. Plopping all your clothes and toiletries on the mattress, she frowned at your choice of long sleeves and jeans.
“Ew, I knew you were going to bring your ugly, frumpy clothes. Seriously, have you even changed your wardrobe since middle school?” She grabbed the trash bin next to the side table and started throwing your clothes away.
“Wait, Sil-!”
“And Aleks told me he saw you wearing thigh highs and a dress that just screamed used whore. I was kinda hoping to see it, too. It’s like seeing a unicorn, ya know? You actually put effort into your appearance.”
You were about to cry from the frustration and her words. She knew how to cut deep.
Cinching the bag closed, she smiled at you. “Lucky for you, I bought you new clothes already.”
Silvia walked over to the closet and opened it to show the array of pretty dresses. In the drawers were filled with clothes a lot smaller and showier than you ever dreamed of wearing.
“But I like my clothes,” you tried to sound confident, but you just sounded like a petulant toddler.
Silvia opened her mouth, about ready to spew more backhanded insults, but stopped. Instead she pet your hair like you would a dog. “I just want to make you feel more comfortable in your skin, ya know? You’re pretty and it’s stupid you cover up all the time.”
Embarrassed, you looked down shyly, not used to her actually complimenting you. You didn’t like it.
You looked to see there were no pants in your new wardrobe, “what if I get cold?”
“That means we can cuddle.”
You played with your fingers, uncomfortable. “Can we at least compromise?”
A sculpted brow raised with intrigue, “oh? Making demands?”
Rapidly shaking your head, you waved your hands, “no no. Just let me keep my sweaters, please?”
“You’re lucky you’re so cute, fine.”
Night had fallen and everything was too normal. Besides the minor hiccup from Aleks or Silvia, everyone was a little too civil for your liking. Though, you weren’t allowed out of anyone’s sight. A couple times you had tried to sneak away to either explore or having some time to collect yourself, but someone always materialized. Almost like they were worried you would run off if given the chance.
Sure you could, if you weren’t terrified for when—not if—you were caught.
They were all wolves in sheep’s clothing. No sweet words or gentle handing cleansed them of their fangs and drooling jowls, salivating for your taste.
Everyone had gathered in the living room. Sasha came in with a cold case of beer. Standing in the middle, off to the side of the couches, you stared like a frightened fawn at the twelve pack. Your mouth opened to say you were going to bed. Sitting on the loveseat, Aleks eyed you as he grabbed a beer. Before you could sprint away, Aleks hooked two fingers between your side belt loop and tugged you to sit next to him.
“Hey!” You called as you tumbled down, almost falling on his lap.
Wrapping an arm around your shoulders, anchoring you, he raised a thick brow, “problem?”
You pushed against his chest but to no avail, “stop touching me.”
He smirked down at you with a sleazy grin and got in your face, “nah.”
Whipping your head to the side, you gave up trying to get him off you. Silvia came in and glared as she sat in the plush recliner across the two of you. Placing the beers on the table, Sasha jumped onto the other recliner, sitting sideways. Emil sauntered over to the couch, pleased to have it all to himself. Or at least you assumed.
Aleks let you go to lean over and grabbed a can for himself. Using one hand, he cracked it open. Tipping it back, he took a couple heft swigs. Satisfied, he tilted the can towards you to take.
You politely put your hands up in rejection, “no thank you.”
“Don’t be a buzzkill.”
You heart started to race, “Aleks. Please.”
He rolled his eyes, “whatever.”
“Thanks,” you sighed out, reluctant, but you wanted to keep in his good graces.
Pleased with you, he wrapped an arm around your shoulders again and pulled you in close. Silvia swiped a beer and opened her’s with vigor, knocking back half the can. Aleks gave a side grin and nuzzled into the side of your head. You swallowed the vomit.
In no time, they all were decently drunk while you remained sober. A couple times Aleks tried to feed you alcohol but you refused. Anger built in your chest that he would do such a thing after what happened, but then you remembered. They didn’t think of what they did as a big deal.
“So,” Sasha dragged out, his words slurred, “what have you been up to?”
“Huh?”
Aleks jumped in, “yeah where did you run off to?”
“Um,” you picked at your nails, “I went to college, graduated and then started working an office job. Nothing much really.”
“So you’re still super boring?” Silvia laughed, the alcohol affecting her plan to ‘make it up to you’.
Your cheek ticked in irritation. “Beats being stuck at home.”
Silvia caught onto your minuscule retaliation, “and what exactly to fucking mean by that?”
Laughing, Sasha tried to break the building tension, “I will cheers to that. Can’t blame you for leaving that hellhole.”
Upset, you brought your knees to your chest and hugged them. As much as you could, you curled yourself up in a ball, no matter how much Aleks wrapped himself around you. Silence permeated in the air. Aleks couldn’t help himself.
“Anyone fucking that attitude out of you?”
Your mouth dropped in shock while Sasha yelled, “dude!”
Silvia scolded, “really?”
Emil’s head ping-ponged between you all, watching everything unfold, amused.
“What? I wanted to know the actually important information.”
Scooting away from him, you didn’t like his words. “I don’t even know how to answer that.”
“With the truth?” Emil cut in, curious.
You scowled at him, pissed he was not helping at all. “I’m not talking about my sex life, and I don’t want to know you guys’ either.”
Sasha got a shit eating grin, side eyeing Silvia before adding to the disaster, “Silvia didn’t lose her virginity until twenty.”
“What the actual fuck, Sasha!” Silvia screeched, a visible blush across her face.
You blinked, flabbergasted at seeing her so embarrassed. She looked at you and only blushed more seeing you gape at her.
Her face set to one more familiar. Vindictive and annoyed, she turned to Sasha, “Well, Sasha-”
You slapped your hands over your ears and shook your head over and over, “TMI!”
Aleks cooed at you between cackles, “wow, you’re still such a prude.”
Letting your hands drop, you shook your head. “Can we talk about something else, please?”
“Like what?” Sasha pouted, wanting to keep teasing you.
“Like how you guys could afford this cabin.”
“If we told you, we would have to kill you,” Emil chimed in, tone dead serious. He then shrugged, “or kidnap you. Either one works.”
You gulped, visibly uncomfortable. Emil tended to have that affect. If you were honest, he scared you the most. He was predictably unpredictable. You could always count on him being apathetic and cruel, but Emil liked to stay in the background, observing. So when he decided he want to partake in the fun, you were screwed. Last time he got bored, he gave you a bruised rib.
Aleks laughed at Emil’s words. “He’s just pulling your leg. The old man finally kicked the bucket and I inherited some of his shit, including the cabin.”
You didn’t give him any condolences or say you were sorry simply because you weren’t. His father was an awful man that nurtured a just as awful son. “Good riddance,” you said out loud without meaning to.
Aleks gave you a soft expression, “good riddance.”
After that, the rest of them settled into a soft murmur. A card game was pulled out that you watched them play, not wanting to get involved. No one pushed you, having more fun with each other. Quips were made to slight each other—mostly towards Sasha—but a nearly joyous air filled the room.
You yawned. Today had worn you to the bone.
“Tired, doll?” Aleks eyed your bobbing head.
Snapping awake in pure instinct, you shook your head. “No.”
“Don’t bullshit me.”
Tucking yourself in smaller, you agreed. “Yeah, I’m kinda tired.”
Aleks raised his arms above his head, pretending to stretch in exhaustion. “I’m feeling pretty tired, too. I’m heading to bed.”
He got up and looked at you expectantly. No one said anything and continued playing. Gulping, you got up and trailed behind him like a puppy. Going up the stairs, looking over banister, Silvia stared straight through you.
Hitting the hall, Aleks walked right to your room and twisted the knob. Opening the door for you with a sweeping arm, he led you in. He stayed at the door frame and you turned to him in confusion.
“You’re just… staying there?”
His eyes became a predatory glow with a raised brow, “do you want me to come inside?”
“No! I mean no, thanks for uh walking me up, I guess?”
“Don’t sound so sure of yourself. I’m right down the hall, good night.”
As he shut the door behind him, you sighed out in relief, clutching your chest. Massaging your neck with a wince, you strolled over to the bathroom. You didn’t care you already showered this morning, you deserved a long bath after dealing with their bullshit once more.
Shutting and locking the door behind you, you flipped on the faucet to an almost scalding hot. Grabbing a towel from the little closet in the room, you placed it on the hanger for easy access. Half asleep, you poured in some liquid soap. Stripping yourself of your clothes, they pooled around your feet. Fuck being tidy, they didn’t deserve your respect.
You giggled to yourself of how pathetic you are. Yeah, not putting your clothes in the hamper right away is really showing them.
Flipping off the water, you stepped in. Sighing out in relief, the water hugged and lulled you into its embrace. You sunk in until only from your nose up was exposed. All the tension left your body. Closing your eyes, your head rested against the rim of the tub. You weren’t going to stay too long, sleep was beckoning you.
You yelped as a door slammed. Pushing yourself upwards, you stared at Silvia who came in from a completely different door. Please don’t tell you that you guys had a joint bathroom.
Gathering up the bubbles, you covered your chest and squished your legs together.
Coming in closer, she raised a brow, “why are you hiding?”
“Because you just barged in here!” Your voice pitched, not exactly yelling, but not controlling your tone as much as you should.
Scoffing at you, she grabbed the hem of her shirt with crossed arms and pulled it off her body. The water splashed as you scrambled to cover your eyes as you caught a glimpse of her black bra. You could hear her unclipping it from behind.
More shuffling of clothing being dropped reverberated in the tiled room. Hands still covering your eyes, you pushed yourself into a corner.
Her voice carried from right next to the tub, “you’re acting like we’re not both girls. Uncover your eyes.”
Embarrassed, you let them drop but kept your focus on your pulled up knees. At the other side, Silvia stepped in and made herself right at home. From your peripheral you could vaguely spot her puckered nipples. Heat overtook your face. Someone put you out of your misery.
Water rippled as she brought herself closer. Sitting on her knees, she place a hand on your knee. “You’re cute like this.”
Confusion overtook you. Lifting your eyes, you stared into her soft silver irises. She hovered slightly above you, long hair dangling over one shoulder and her breasts were fully exposed.
“Sil?”
Not breaking eye contact, she applied more force and split your legs open. Dumbfounded, you let her slide between your parted thighs. Slotting her crotch to yours, she dragged a hand under the water to grip your outer thigh. With her free hand, she clutched onto your jaw. Bring her face closer, Silvia brushed her nose against yours.
“You’re so easy,” she almost purred.
Look at you, you’re so easy! If you really didn’t want to get fucked, you would have fought harder, a younger version of Silvia seethed into the air.
You froze.
You could do nothing as she placed her lips against yours. Clutching onto you further, Silvia tried to kiss you with fervor, but you didn’t move. You couldn’t. Time ebbed away. The air became more stale. A scent of mildew and cigarettes stuck to your nostrils. Vomit and cheap beer glued to the back of your teeth.
Stop looking at me like that.
“Why are you looking at me like that?” Silvia pulled away and stared at you with a pinched expression. She stared for longer before she seemed to have an epiphany. “Are you just not into girls? After a while you’ll get used to it.”
Of course, not even sexuality would stop her from getting what she wants. Some part of you wanted to be shocked that she’s the one into girls, but thinking back it made everything make more sense. You rather not unpack that.
Trying to pull yourself away from the memory, you shook your head.
“So you really don’t like girls?” She sounded almost accusatory.
“N-no, uh that’s not. Yes I like girls, but that’s not the point.”
“Then what’s the problem?”
Tears bubbled up in your eyes, this was too much. Her mounting you fucked with your head even more. “You scare me,” you whimpered.
A thousand expressions crossed her face and none seemed to be regret.
“For what reason? I haven’t done anything,” she scoffed.
“Get off me.”
“What did you just say to me?” Her voice turned ice cold.
“Get off!” You cried out, pushing yourself upwards.
Gripping your arm, she tugged you closer. You whined as her pointy nails dug into your pliant flesh, ready to break.
“You don’t get to tell me what to do, you fucking loser. Whatever I want to do to you, I can, you know why?” She shook you before squishing a hand into your mandible.
You shook your head with tears streaming down.
“Because I’m the only thing standing in your way of getting used like the slut you are. Those dogs wanted to pounce on you even right outside your poor grandma’s house. So give a little more gratitude unless you want your cunt to be fucked looser than it is.”
Openly sobbing, you attempted to pull away from her oppressive grasp.
Leaning down, she whispered in your ear, “I’m sure Aleks misses you the most.” Pulling away, Silvia stared down with lidded eyes to spy your trembling body.
She pulled completely away and got out of the tub. Not even going to grab her clothes, she stormed into her room and slammed her door closed. Jumping, you stared after her, taking her threat to heart.
You could barely sleep a wink last night. Anytime you were lulled into slumber, you startled awake by the thought of any one of them coming in when you were most vulnerable. Around seven AM is when you just gave up and forced yourself out of bed.
Longingly you stared at the bathroom, wanting to shower but ultimately decided against it. Maybe you can find the bathroom downstairs and just do your business there. You rather not run into Silvia again so soon. She hadn’t thrown away your clothes just yet, so you were able to sneak some long pajama pants last night and your trusty hoodie.
Unhinging the door just a crack, you leaned out to see if anyone was awake just yet. There were no sounds in the cabin. Clutching your clothes and toiletries to your chest, you tip-toed out of your room. Not wanting to disturb the silence, you made your way out of the hall and down the stairs. Into the foyer of the living room, you placed your stuff down and walked into the kitchen.
You wanted to eat before you showered and scampered off. It would be all for neigh, but you wanted to try and hide away in your room for as long as you could. Curiously, you popped opened the cabinets in search of some cereal.
“Aha!” You whispered joyously to yourself, finding your favorite.
A yawn disturbed you from your peace. Like a kid caught in the cookie jar, you peered over your shoulder, hand on the box, to see Sasha walk in. His bleached brown hair was ruffled from sleep. Clad in just plaid boxers and baggy t-shirt that rode up exposing his hip tattoo and belly piercing, he lazily scratched his stomach.
One eye still closed, he muttered to you, “morning.”
Taking the box with you, you stared at him cautiously, “uhh good morning?”
“I can make you something more nutritious,” he spoke through a yawn, eyeing your sugar cereal.
“I’m fine with this.”
He opened the fridge and gathered a carton of eggs and some bagels. “Well either way I’m making myself food, so don’t beg me for a bite when you’re still hungry.”
Choosing to ignore him, you opened a different cabinet to find the bowls. Reaching to the right of you, Sasha grabbed a bowl for you.
You reached for it with a hesitant, “thanks.”
Before you could grab it, he snatched it away and held it above his head away from you. “Let me feed you.”
You nearly stomped your food in frustration. “Sasha, it’s too early for this. I just want cereal. If I’m still hungry I will deal it. I’m not useless, I can cook for myself.”
He watched you for a moment, before smiling wide, his freckled cheeks dimpling charmingly. “I’m just fucking with you. You’re cute when you’re annoyed.”
Letting his arm slack, he handed you the bowl. You puffed out your cheeks, annoyed but continued on with what you were doing. Placing the bowl on the counter, you poured your cereal. Just as you went to search for a spoon, Sasha waved one in front of your face.
Cautiously, you swiped it from him. “You’re being too nice.”
Rounding your body, he went back to the fridge and grabbed the milk. Handing it over to you, Sasha leaned against the door, shrugging.
“I have always been nice.”
You poured yourself a hefty amount and place the carton on the counter knowing he’ll need it for his eggs.
“So we are lying now?”
Smiling lazily, he leaned down to be eye to eye. “No, we both know I’m nice because you feel comfortable enough to give me attitude. Trying that with anyone else would have your ass laid out on the floor.” He booped you on the nose with his finger to emphasis his point.
Well, you can’t argue with that. Knowing he won the tiny stand off, you took a bite of your cereal and munched aggressively.
Giggling, his hands came up to pinched your puffed out cheeks. “You’re like a little bunny. Should I call you zajka instead?”
You whined out and tried to shake your head away from his grasp. Placing your bowl down, you pushed against his chest. “You’re being annoying!”
Coming closer, he pulled at the skin more, “only because you’re so fun to tease.”
“My cereal’s going to get soggy,” you complained, having enough already.
He stopped pulling at your cheeks, and squished them instead until your lips pouted. “Good then you can actually eat something of value.”
Gripping his wrists, you successfully got him off. You went for cereal once more. “I like my cereal.”
He ruffled your hair, “stubborn as always.”
Sasha’s words were filled with affection, but they only served to bring you a deep melancholy. Last time he called you that only brought back unwanted memories. Sasha was no better than any of them.
Leaning against the counter, you swirled around your cereal, not feeling hungry anymore.
“Hey, where’s the bathroom downstairs?”
He tilted his head perplexed, “why?”
“I want to shower?”
“Isn’t there- oh, um, yeah. Go out the kitchen and down the hall next to the stairs, the door on the right is the bathroom.”
Lumbering footsteps had your heart rate pick up. Snapping your head to the entrance of the kitchen, Aleks came in shirtless with only jeans. His muscles rippled in the low light. The room gets colder and your neck tensed at the stifling air. Even Sasha became more subdued.
The band of his black boxers poked out from his jeans. You looked away from him, the sight only triggering you more. Humidity stuck to your skin in the freezing room.
He came over, hovering over you to steal the spoon from your hand. Taking a bite of your food, Aleks stared you down.
“Why you using that bathroom,” he spoke around the food in his mouth.
Clutching onto the bowl like it was your lifeline, you refused to make eye contact. You got an eyeful of the small tattoo right above his low hanging pants line, spelling the words ‘lucky you.’ You didn’t feel particularly so.
You shrugged, scared to explain yourself.
“You piss Sil off already?” He instantly clocked it.
Shame washed over you even though you knew you did nothing wrong. Guiltily, you turned your head to the side and shrugged again, “I guess.”
He hummed, not once leaving your bubble. His hand came up and pinched the band of your pants. “Is it because you’re still wearing these ugly things?”
You flinched back as his knuckle grazed your bare hip bone. The milk sloshed violently as your lower back thunked against the marble counter, it digging. Quickly, Aleks’ hand shot out to keep the bowl from spilling.
Breathing picking up, you stared at Aleks, awaiting the oncoming threat. He was going to do it again and he’s going to do it with Sasha right here.
“The fuck’s wrong with you?” Aleks took the bowl from your trembling hands and leaned down to get a closer look.
Sasha spied the both of you and cut in, “do you want anything?”
Aleks turned his focus from you and stared at Sasha trying to cook. Forgetting about you, he shooed Sasha away from the stove. “Get away from that, you’re gonna burn the house to the ground.”
Raising his hands, Sasha stepped back and let Aleks take charge. You watched as his back muscles flex as he worked. Sasha peered around Aleks and gave you a wink.
Taking that as your cue, you scampered away from the two and went back to the living room to gather your stuff. Going down the hall as Sasha instructed, the bathroom door was already ajar. Shutting it as gently as you could, you leaned your back against the door and sighed out.
Having to be quick, you dumped your stuff on the sink counter and futz with the shower faucet. Rushing water filled the room. With no fanfare, you stripped yourself of your clothes and hopped inside with your bodywash, cleanser and haircare.
Closing your eyes, you let the warm water wash over you. Humming, you turned around to let your hair get wet. Mindlessly, you went through your shower routine, wanting to get it done as fast possible.
As you scrubbed your arms, you swear you heard the sound of the door opening. Scowling, you washed the suds off your body. Flipping the water off, you opened the shower curtain. The metal rings scraped against the pole. Peering around the room, there was nothing immediately amiss.
Ringing out your hair, the droplets slapped against the tub floor. Blindly reaching outward, your hand only grabbed empty air. Tilting your head, you looked over to see your towels were missing. Stepping out of the shower, silvery pearls cascaded down your glistening body against the tiles. Going to the counter, your clothes were missing, too.
Your heart sunk. They couldn’t be so childish, could they? What middle school bullshit to leave you stranded like this.
Going to the door, you leaned your face close. “Guys? This isn’t funny!”
You were greeted with silence.
Slapping your hand against the door, you called again, “come on! Are you guys fucking serious?”
Smacking your forehead on the wood slab, you exhaled out the anger. It would do you no good. Gathering your bearings, your eyes closed in thought. Your body shivered at the cooling air. Crossing your arms, you tried to preserve some heat.
You really only had two options here. You either streak across the whole house to get to your room in search of clothes, or wait for one of them to show mercy. No matter what you were screwed. Looking around the room, you tried to find anything to cover yourself up with. Staring at the shower curtain, you could use that. It would be affective and a big fuck you as well.
The door opened.
Scrambling backwards, you covered yourself as best as you could as Silvia let the door swing until it hit the wall. Hand over her mouth, she hiccuped a laugh. Looking you up and down, she gave this degrading look.
“You look like a drowned rat.”
You stood there, petrified. With one arm, you covered your breast as best you could. With the other you cupped it over your pussy. You were completely on display. Scrambling backwards, you went for the shower, but Silvia reached out and tugged you out of the bathroom. From the pull, you crumpled onto the floor, your arm swinging out to catch your fall.
Your body smacked against the floor as you stared downwards in shock. You scurried to cover yourself as best you could. Silvia stood in the door frame of the bathroom with crossed arms, laughing at you. Tilting your head up, the rest of the group stood above you, taking in your form.
Tears streamed down your face, you hiccuped from the humiliation. Indignation worked up in your heart. Despite your pointy teeth, you were still prey amongst wolves. And they were always starved.
Aleks wolf whistled, gulping down your exposed thighs. Your curled in on yourself further.
Emil drunk you up you were the last scrap of meat. Those dead eyes lit with hunger.
Sasha dark eyes nervously bounced around everyone. To his own guilt, he couldn’t help looking at your soft skin. He was no better, he liked you pathetic and vulnerable.
Coming forward, Aleks crouched down and brushed his fingers against your shin. Terrified, you clambered backwards until your back hit the wall, cornering yourself.
Silvia cackled cruelly, “what’s the matter? Thought you liked a crowd?”
Babbling, you shook your head and looked up at her, begging her to make it stop.
“Where you running to, baby?” Aleks got up from his crouched position and sauntered over.
He bent to grab your ankle, ready to crack you wide open. Before you could even think, you swiped forward. If he didn’t dodge his head backwards the last second, you would have gotten him good with your nails.
“Don’t touch me!” you bellowed, your vision wobbling between the pristine wood paneling and that yellowing wallpaper.
“Hey!” Aleks barked, pissed you nearly scratched him.
Sasha swallowed nervously, “um guys?”
Emil slung an arm around Sasha and grumbled into his ear, “don’t be such a pussy.” But you didn’t hear a single word.
Silvia’s lip curled watching as you hyperventilated. Scoffing with a roll of her eyes, she let her arms drop. “Boo, you’re no fun.”
Making grabby hands, she waited for Sasha to put the new clothes in her grip. He did as asked. Standing over you, she threw the shorts and tank top by your side on the floor.
Her eyes bored into yours as she towered over you. “You’re such a fucking cry baby. We weren’t going to do anything, just wanted to scare you a little. It’s just a prank.”
Through stuttered breath, you whimpered, “why?”
She shrugged, “because I can.” Her eyes flicked to the hemp on the floor and then you, “maybe this time you’ll listen when I tell you to do something.”
Thoroughly broken down, you nodded. With shaking limbs, you grabbed the shorts first and slipped them on. There was no way to do it without them all getting an eyeful. Next, you put on the tank top. Neither left anything to the imagination, but it was better than anything at this point.
Silvia reached out a hand, waiting for you. Staring at your bare feet, you placed your hand in her palm. Her fingers wrapped around you like a snare, lifting you up. Like a child, your arm came up to wipe the tears from your sodden face.
Fiddling with the hem of your shorts, her knuckles brushed against your slit. She hummed in satisfaction, “You look so pretty like this.”
Bracing yourself for how the rest of the weekend was going to go, you nodded in agreement. “Thank you, Sil.”
You spent the rest of the weekend on edge. Sunday had rolled around and you were—or rather you assumed—you would be heading home today. You had no clue how much longer you could stomach this.
It was like you were in high school all over again. This time they all had full reign. There were no watchful eyes of teachers they had to skirt around, they had you all to themselves. Being forced into skimpy clothes continued. All of your favorite hoodies were completely trashed.
Going back up to your room, Silvia has already been in there with a pair of scissors. You could only stare blankly as she shredded them to pieces. Though, a part of you was just glad she kept them away from your hair. The first time she started targeting you, she had snipped off a lock. Unknowingly to you, she still has it to this day.
Walking around the cabin, you kept your arms crossed over your breasts. You swore the temperature dropped. Your nipples pebbled from the cold, obvious through the thin material. You hadn’t noticed until Aleks came up and swiped his thumb against the perked skin.
He smirked as you stumbled back, laughing when you tried to run away just to ram right into Emil. The lumbering man only raised a brow at you. You wanted to go back to Aleks, but Emil already gathered you up in his arms and guided you somewhere deeper into the cabin. He too laughed when you squeaked out you couldn’t breathe.
“That was the point,” he grumbled.
You couldn’t catch a break. They were even worse than before, no matter where you walked, someone was right there. Sasha was your only reprieve, but not by much. He loved to play with you, tease you to the point of tears. Poking and prodding, he would say ‘whoops’ while digging his fingers into your sides.
Completely on guard, you tip-toed around the halls, wanting to get a snack. You made it an inch before Aleks cornered you.
“And where are you going?” Prowling closer, he had you backed against a door.
“Nowhere,” you tumbled out, feeling like you were caught doing something you weren’t supposed.
He leaned in closer, “Oh yeah?”
“The kitchen, just going to the kitchen.” Your voice wobbled.
Reaching to the side of you, Aleks twisted the knob. “No you’re not.”
Pushing the door open, you fell with it ungracefully on your ass. Pain shot up your spine. Aleks twiddled his fingers at you as he slammed the door closed and locked it. The closet was pitch black.
Scrambling to the door, you tried the knob but to no avail.
“Aleks?” You tried. “Aleks, please let me out. I- I don’t like it in here.”
Your throat bobbed. To be quite frank, the dark petrified you, even to this day. What was just a simple childhood fear morphed into something sinister. And as always, Silvia was to blame.
Growing more frantic, you jiggled the handle with vigor. “Please, let me out! Anyone, please!”
The room started to close in, squishing all the oxygen out. You were going to suffocate, she’s suffocating you. You need out out out. Full blown panic coursed through your system as you punched against the door with heaving sobs.
Snot dribbled out into your babbling mouth. Whimpering, you cried to yourself, “I want to go home!”
Giving up, you slumped against the floor and accepted your fate. What could have been mere minutes slipped into centuries. Scratching at the skin of your thigh to keep yourself from spiraling more, you barely noticed the blood trickling down.
Light pouring in from the opening door had you snap your head up. Aleks stood in the doorway, a cigarette dangling between his full lips. He spied your puffy, blood shot eyes. Grabbing your upper arm, he hauled you upward.
With a calloused thumb, he swiped the tears on your cheeks. “You just never change, do you?”
Turning your head away from him, you sniffle with a scowl, “and neither do you.”
He looked you up and down, assessing the blood on your thigh. “What happened?”
You also turned your attention to your thigh and just said, “oh.”
Aleks scowled, “did you hurt yourself?”
“Not on purpose.” Well, that’s a half truth.
Pulling the cigarette out of his mouth, he tapped the filter to release some embers. The acidic smoke plumed around you both. Bringing the cigarette down, he stared straight at you as he pressed it right against the open wound.
A cry released from your throat and Aleks grabbed the back of your neck to cradle you to the juncture of his shoulder. Biting in his shirt, you whimpered as he finally pulled it off your skin. Putting the cigarette back to his lips, he wrapped his arm around you and rocked you back and forth. His made his mark on you once more, along with the other circular burn scars littering your thighs and clavicle.
“No one gets to hurt you but me,” he cooed in your ear like he was singing sweet nothings. For a man like him, you guess it was.
Rubbing up and down your back, Aleks squeezed you tight before releasing. Pulling partly away, he grinned down at you. “Come on, we’re gonna have a little fun before I take you home.”
For some reason, that brought no comfort.
You didn’t complain. Aleks led you back to the living room where everyone was already sat, the TV playing some reruns of childhood cartoons. Beers were already strewn across the table along with various joints and Sasha’s bowl packed to the brim.
Strangely, Silvia sat all by herself on the couch while Emil occupied the loveseat and Sasha in the recliner across from him. Sasha held a lighter to his swirling blue and purple bowl, taking a greedy hit. Tapping his finger against the hole at the front, he puffed against it. Inhaling all he could, he tilted his head up and blow the smoke in the air. You crinkled your nose at the smell.
Coming to the lone recliner, Aleks sat down and pulled you straight onto his lap before you could even think of running away. Adjusting himself, he wrapped an arm around your waist so your back was glued to his chest.
“Sil, pass me a beer.”
She grimaced at Aleks, “do I look like a maid to you?”
“And do I look like a care? Stop being a bitch and pass me one.”
“God, you’re such a man sometimes,” she grumbled, but listened to him anyway. Grabbing one for herself and then him, she handed it over.
Taking it, he held up the beer as a thanks and cracked it open with a pointer finger. He took a swig. You winced at the audible gulping sounds. Downing a quarter of the can, he held it up to you.
“I don’t want to drink,” you whispered to him.
“Well, that’s too damn bad.”
You started at him in disappointed confusion. “Huh?”
“I don’t care to repeat myself, doll. Take the fucking drink.”
He tried to shove the beer into your hands, but you flinched away. Annoyed, he grabbed your jaw and pressed into the pressure point. Your mouth unhinged and he jumped on the opportunity. Placing the lid on your lip, he tilted the drink into your pliant palette.
Not wanting to choke, you swallowed down every drop. Some spilled on the corner of your lips. He kept going until the rest of the can was downed. Lifting it off you, you hunched forward and gasped for air, coughing. Aleks slapped a hand over your mouth.
“Don’t even think of throwing any of it up.”
Your body became shaky as the lights started to dim. Your tolerance was shot, and you were already feeling the affects. Woozy, you leaned further into him. Whining against his palm, you tugged at his sleeve.
“You good?”
You nodded and blinked slowly. This was not good at all.
He let you go. Leaning forward, he grabbed another can. Pulling up the tab, he took a sip and then hand it off to you. Already doomed, you followed his footsteps. Placing the can into the drink holder on the recliner, Aleks pinched the joint already sparked by Emil. Bring it to his lips, he took two puffs before pinching it between his fingers and bringing it up to you.
You tried to shake your head. You hated the taste and you were already tipsy.
“Do I have to force you to do this, too?”
Staring at his scowling face, you sighed. Leaning forward, you wrapped your lips around the filter, accidentally kissing his fingers. Aleks did not stray away from your plump flesh. Inhaling as much as you could, you pulled away and coughed.
Aleks laughed and slapped your back, “atta girl!”
Handing the joint off the Sasha, he grabbed the beer to sooth your aching throat. Gulping it down, you handed it back to him while rubbing your chest.
“Ow,” you whimpered.
“Keep drinking, baby.” Aleks didn’t give you a moment to breathe.
Scared to fight, even though your stomach rolled from the bubbles filling it without any food, you drank until the can was empty. The joint passed around again. Instead of handing it over to you, he cupped your jaw. Placing his lips against yours, he exhaled the smoke into your pliant mouth. And you inhaled it like it was last bit of oxygen.
Backing up, he took another hit and shotgun you again. You weren’t given a moment to think. His surprisingly soft lips begged to encompass yours, ready to devour. Breathing the smoke into you three more times, he finally passed the joint.
Soon, your head started to spin and you felt like you were sinking into Aleks’ lap, heavy as the earth. Your vision was blurry as you blinked slow. Unconsciously, you started to play with his fingers, prodding at the hand wrapped around your waist. The room swirled around you. You clenched your eyes closed, but it only made you dizzy.
Aleks stared down at you, “got the spins?”
Too fucked to speak, you bobbled your head in agreement.
“Go lay on the couch with Sil, you just need to relax and it will pass.”
“Okay.”
Releasing you, Aleks let you get up on you own. You held your hands out in front of you to rectify your balance. With fawn legs, you took a step forward.
Smack!
You jumped as Aleks slapped your ass. Scampering around the table, you plopped onto the couch with a heated face as the others snicked at the sound. The room kept spinning round and round like a top. You fell ungracefully on top of Silvia.
“‘M sorry,” you mumbled out, moving around not helping your cause.
“You’re helpless,” she sniped.
Despite her cruel words, she grabbed onto your waist and guided you to lay down. Inserting herself between your thighs, she had a hand on your nape until your head rested against the low arm rest. Your arms sat lamely at your side as you stared up at the swirling ceiling. You hummed at Silvia’s warm hand still clutching onto your sides.
Sliding them downwards, she slipped her fingers under the hem of your tight tank top. A chill ran down your spine. You shivered and your nipples pebbled noticeably through the thin fabric. Her eyes glanced down, pleased. Continuing her path, your shirt rode up.
She kept going until your shirt laid crinkled over your breasts, covering your decolletage. Your brain finally caught up. You attempted to squirm away, but you didn’t get far. Clutching onto your ribs, her thumbs swiped over your sensitive nipples. Maybe it was the drinks and weed, or you were really that touch-starved, your clit throbbed slightly as the stimulation.
One of her hands left your breast, traveling down your sides. Her acrylics softly scratched against your side causing you to shutter. Still hovering over you, she watched your relaxed face as she pinched the hem of your shorts. You couldn’t resist as she dipped under your shorts and panties. Using her legs, she spread your thighs more to gain more access to your pussy.
Using her middle and ring fingers, she swiped up and down your slit. You whined and broke eye contact. It was too much. With your hands, you pushed against her shoulders, but they were like floppy noodles. She ignored your protests and tapped against your clit. Your feet kicked out as you whimpered and shook your head.
Aleks’ snide laugh cut in, “I don’t think she likes you.”
Snapping her head to him, she scowled, “she doesn’t like you either.”
“She liked me plenty last time,” he said with a smirk, letting his legs fall further open with a quirk of his brow.
Silvia growled under her breath and turned her focus back to you. Pressing harder against your bud, she swirled tight circles over and over. You legs tried to snap closed, but she pressed her sharp nails against your clit.
“Keep them open.”
Scared, you let your legs fall, unwillingly welcoming her closer. Silvia slipped down under her mouth hovered over your nipple. Flicking the pebble with her tongue, she blew cool air over the wet skin. She laughed at your shiver. Opening her mouth, she wrapped her ruby red lips around it. Her lipstick smeared against your areola.
The fingerpads rubbed against your clit once more with fervor. Sucking on your nipple, she hummed as you released a little moan. Scooping up the wetness pouring from your cunt, she used it to slide against your slippery bud. Your head tilted back as you bit your lip to keep more groans from slipping out.
She slithered her arm under your waist, keeping your arched. Your breasts were pushed further into her hot mouth. Silvia nipped at the bud, switching to the other side. Her fingers kept a steady, fast pace, gathering up your slick. None of the men could see anything besides her hand down your pants moving rapidly.
Your thighs shook from the pleasure. It had been so long and your body was pliant to her whims. Tiny hiccups built in your chest as you willed away your impending doom. Leaving your nipple for a moment, Silvia kissed across your sternum imprinting her mark.
She whispered into your soft skin, “you’re so cute like this.”
Her eyes flickered up, spying your clenched eyes. More wetness gushed at her praise.
“Hm,” she made a noise of approval, pleased to find something as small as praise had you putty in her hands.
Going back to your nipple, she pinched it between her teeth and pulled. Your back arched as you croaked out a strangled moan. Wetness poured from your cunt as you caked her fingers with your cum. Your hips stuttered as you whined, already oversensitive.
She pulled off your skin with a pop and started at you in bewilderment. “Did you seriously just cum in your pants like a loser?”
Blinking your eyes open, you looked up at her cackling face. Tears streamed down your dewy face at the humiliation. Hiccuping, your hands went to cover your breasts. She pulled her hand from out your pants and watched you.
“She came this fast last time, too,” Emil spoke up, his head tilted in curiosity.
Sasha cut in with mischievous grin, “it’s like she hasn’t fucked since.”
Silvia’s head ping ponged between the two before looking back to you and seeing you staring off the the side in shame.
“Well, have you?” She pushed.
Ashamed, you shook your head no, still crying.
Aleks whistled, obviously pleased, “didn’t take you for the sentimental type.”
Burning hot from the embarrassment, you mumbled, “are you guys done, can I go home now?”
“Not even close,” Silvia scoffed.
Hooking her hands into the juncture of your knee, she shoved your thighs upwards. Pressing them to your chest, your clothed pussy was on full display. A wet patch apparent on your crotch, the thin fabric of your panties and shorts were glued to your sticky pussy lips. It showed off the outline of your imprint.
Silvia bit her lip with a blush, “I’m nowhere near done with you.”
Bringing her hands down, she grabbed onto your bottoms and tugged them down with eagerness. Throwing them somewhere in the room, her eyes never left your puffy, glistening pussy. Hooking her fingers under your tank top, she took it completely off, leaving you bare.
Locking gazes with you, she grabbed the hem of her shirt with crossed arms and tugged it off. Her back arched, showing off the swell of her breasts in her black bra. She was a cruel but deadly beautiful woman. Once her shirt was off, she kept her gaze as she reached behind her to unhook her bra. Your chest rose in sickening anticipation. How cruel it was that your first time with a woman would be with the very one who tormented you since you were child.
Them’s the breaks.
Bending over, Silvia locked lips with you. Impatient for any contact, she forced you to match her rhythm. Unlike in the bathroom, you couldn't resist her. Her hands undid her own pants and freed herself of any undergarments, leaving her just as naked as you. Pulling back from your lips, you were left to admire her body. She was a toned hour glass shape with bigger tits than yours that she made sure to call out when you two were older.
Sure she liked the rush of making you feel lesser, but only if you knew she liked to point out how much bigger she was than you. That she could easily hold you down if she so pleased. Plus her keeping up a strict work out routine only helped.
Her pussy was already dripping. She had waited for this moment for years. Silvia wanted to ruin you completely.
Shifting her knees, she straddled on your leg. Grabbing your free thigh, she spread it completely open, your empty hole winking at her. Sliding her legs further, she pivoted her weight until her spread pussy hovered over yours. She threw your leg over her hips and descended downwards. Placing her pussy against yours, she did not wait.
Clits together, she humped against you, rolling her hips. Your own jumped up, already overstimulated by your previous orgasm. You twisted your torso to escape the pleasure, but she wrapped a hand around your throat and pushed you back in place. Clutching on your thigh and digging her fingers into the side of your throat, you immobilized.
Your mouth hang open, trying to gain air as her grip turned your brain even more fuzzy. Bending down, Silvia let drool dribbled from her tongue until it hit yours.
“Swallow.”
You couldn’t even protest as she massaged the sides of your neck, cajoling the reflex. Her warm palm bared down on your esophagus, shackling you. Huffs left your parted lips, eyes bleary from the pleasure. Your breasts jiggled with each of her brutal thrusts. Her own dangled in your face and a part of you wished she would let you return the favor of suckling on her pink nipples.
The room was filled with the slick clicking of your pussies rubbing together. Silvia was less shy about her noises, openly moaning with each drag of her clit against yours. She did not let up, rubbing against you like she was trying to fuck you open.
“You’re s-such a slut. You don’t know how many- ah!- toys I brought to play with. This little cunt is going to be fucked open all over a-again,” she babbled.
Your pussy clenched around nothing, wishing for the promise to be fulfilled. Your hands wrapped around her wrist that clutched harder onto your throat.
“S-sil,” you garbled, your vision dizzy.
“Fuck!” Wetness poured from her, losing her rhythm.
Her fingers dug deeper into your thigh, leaving imprints. Slippery, both of your slick coated your pussies and inner thighs, dribbled into the couch. Your chest heaved as you approached your ends. A whimper of a moan breached your rib cage as your hips stuttered against Silvia’s.
Using your body for her own release, she kept fucking against your clit despite your squirms. Letting go of your throat and thigh, she clutched on your waist. Squeezing your sides until they bruises, her hips rocked until thin liquid burst from her cunt. A pitchy moan keened in her throat as she wiggled her hips to feel your sloppy cunts squish and squelch together.
“Too much!” You whined out, pushing against her stomach.
With a heaving shoulders, she rolled her eyes, but got off you. “You’re such a cry baby.”
“Aww don’t be too mean to her, Sil. She’s just sensitive,” Sasha cooed out condescendingly.
Sweat collect on your shivering body, your arms were too heavy to even try and cover yourself. Silvia got up from the couch and bent over to light a cigarette. Walking over to where Emil sat, she left you to the wolves.
“You guys have your fun,” she spoke around the filter, sparking the lighter.
“We don’t need your permission,” Aleks quipped, annoyed.
Silvia blew her smoke at him in response.
“I want to go first,” Emil said.
“Hell fucking no,” Sasha cut in, “you’ll break her with your monster cock.”
Emil raised a brow, “you admitting mine is bigger than yours.”
“It’s not about the size but the motion,” Sasha made a wave like motion with his hand, a grin ever present on his face. “I should go first, break her in so to speak.”
“Aleks already beat you to that,” Silvia cut in.
Sasha mocked Silvia with a childish face, “bleh whatever, same difference.”
Emil repeated himself, “I should go first. We haven’t seen her bleed, yet.”
“That is not helping your case. You’re going to break her before the rest of us can go.”
Nervously, you glanced at Aleks, confused. He stared at you back, with ‘what?’ strewn across his face. You knew there was no way to get out of this, but you wanted this not to hurt, not like last time.
“A little blood never hurt anyone.”
Your eyes widened, bouncing from Emil and then back to Aleks. You hated how you sought him out for comfort. He was cruel and awful and sadistic, but he was possessive. Only he can make you hurt like this.
“Shut the fuck up,” Aleks barked, glaring at Emil and Sasha who stood up, ready to fight. He continued, nodded his head to Sasha, “he’ll go first since he’ll blow his load the quickest.”
Sasha scowled, pissed, but he grinned to brush it off. Though you could spy how his eyebrow twitched. Sauntering over to you, placed a hand on the arm of the couch and then the back of it, to completely hover over you.
“Hey, kotik, can you be good for me?”
Curling your arms to cover your breasts, you hesitantly nod your head.
He smiled, “don’t worry, I’m going to make you feel real good. Gonna open you up properly.”
Clutching onto your waist, Sasha tugged your body until your hips dangled on the edge of the cushions. Kneeling down between your spread thighs, with no shame, he used his thumbs to spread your folds. Leaning down, he blew cold air on your dewy clit. Whining, your hips bucked upwards.
Peering from between your legs, he sent you a cheeky wink and bowed back down. Softly, he licked against the overworked bud, chuckling as you keened. Throwing your legs over his shoulders, a hand flat against your stomach, you were pinned like insect on a cork board. Encompassing the bundle of nerves between his thick lips, he slurped up your wetness obscenely.
Slapping a hand over your mouth, your back arched as you fought against his unrelenting mouth. Shaking his head, he kept his lips suctioned. Popping off, he flicked the swollen bud with the tip of his tongue. Sasha dragged the muscle from your hole to your clit, planting a kiss. Down right making out with your pussy, he hummed as your thighs spasmed around him.
Your eyes slowly blinked up at the ceiling, going crossed-eyed as he teased the rim of your hole. Testing the give, Sasha slipped his tongue into your cunt. A moan tumbled out as his piercing rubbed against your walls. He hummed again, the vibrations causing you to shutter.
“You liked that?” He slurred into your sloppy cunt.
“Uh huh,” you groaned out. It was too much.
Fucking his tongue in and out, he moaned like a man starved. He savored every drop of your wetness pouring onto his tongue. Moving his head into tandem to your tiny bucks, Sasha reached his hand under you. Dragging his tongue from your hole, he quickly replaced it with two of fingers before you could protest.
From your slick alone, there was no burn as he scissored his fingers. You welcomed the slight stretch, body anticipating being filled. He wasted no time, thrusting his fingers deep as he did not release your swollen clit. Unwanted moans poured from your bitten lips.
Nothing mattered more than you in this moment to Sasha. From under his lashes, he watched as you body spasmed and you keened high into the air. Sucking hard on your bud, he slipped inside another finger while you were distracted. Your brain was too clouded by the bliss to even notice. Spreading his fingers deep in you, he prepared you for his cock.
He wasn’t the biggest, but he wanted to at least brag that with him you experienced the most pleasure. He never did care for physical torment and blood, teasing you to tears was more his style.
“S-sasha!” You cried out, your body taut, ready to snap like a wire.
Just as you poured over the edge, he popped off your clit and ripped his fingers from your pussy.
“No no no why did you stop,” you begged, delirious.
Tears bubbled in your waterline as Sasha sat back up and hovered over your quaking body. Your brain lagged as you tried to catch up with just happened. Hiccups poured from you at being cut off from your orgasm so soon. It was like you were crashing down with no safety net. You felt oddly cold.
“Baby’s first orgasm denial,” Emil chuffed, amused at your weepy visage.
Ignoring Emil, Sasha wiped your tears and laughed. “I won’t leave you hanging, promise. Seeing you this distraught makes me want to do it again.”
“Leave the poor girl alone,” Silvia cackled, “she looks like you just run over her puppy.”
Sasha spun around, “can you shut the fuck up? You’re killing my hard-on.”
“Whatever, hurry up.”
Sasha kissed your temple and forced your body back to where your head laid on the arm rest. Content, he stood up from his kneeling position and rid himself of his shirt. Grabbing the back of the hem, he dragged it off. His head popped back out with tussled hair and a lop-sided grin. Fiddling with his belt, his jeans dropped on the floor with a clatter of the metal chains lining it.
Thumbing his boxers, he let them fall as well, stepping out of them to crawl between your legs. Sasha was a decent size, a pleasant size that would fuck you good but not hurt. To you, he was almost ideal, if his personality wasn’t attached to it.
His hands tucked under your thighs and forced them upwards until your knees were flush to your chest. Your pussy was on full display, clenching, waiting to be filled once more.
“Keep this leg up.”
Letting go of one thigh, he grabbed onto the base of his cock. With his thumb he guided the tip up and down your slit, gathering your slick. Reaching your clit, he papped it against the bundle of nerves. He giggled as you whined and flinched.
“Shh, such an impatient kitty.”
Dragging it back down, he placed the head against your hole. Glancing up at you, Sasha popped himself inside. Your brows pinched as you whimpered from the slight burn. It was like losing your virginity all over again, but less blood. Digging your nails into your thigh, you held your breath in fear of the stinging increasing.
Sasha swiped his thumb across your clit, circling it until your body began to relax. Slowly, he thrust his cock deeper and deeper.
“You need to breathe, kotik,” he leaned down, sighing into your ear, “I said I would take good care of you.”
“‘M scared,” you whimpered out, brain scrambled into a slush.
“You’ll be fine.”
Through his tiny praises, he slipped in you until he was to the hilt. Your pussy clenched around him, welcoming being stuffed so well. Taking your leg from you, Sasha went back to keeping your legs pinned down. Whines dribbled out as he pulled back until only his tip hung inside your cunt.
Before you could protest more, he slammed back inside. Your breath caught in your throat. Pistoning into you, Sasha fucked you hard and fast. He stayed a steady rhythm, going half out before rocking back into your cunt. Like a machine he drove into you.
You stared at his neck, refusing to watch him drink you in. He wanted you from the moment he saw you, but per usual Aleks got to you first. Sasha could treat you well besides the minor sadism, but he was a saint compared to that freak. Shifting his hips, he bumped right against your g-spot.
“Ah!” You cried out, hands scrambling against the couch.
Just as he said, he could easily treat you well.
“You’re beautiful like this.”
Releasing a leg once again, he swirled your clit with his thumb. More keens fell from your lips, everything was background noise. His pace didn’t falter as he abused the spongy spot deep in you. Your hot, wet walls hugging around his cock.
Throwing an arm over your face, you bit into your bicep and came, hard. Ringing bellowed in your ears as your back arched. Your cunt spasmed around Sasha.
“Fuck,” he seethed, collapsing forward.
Sloppily, he gave a few more pumps. Smooshing his hips against yours, he shoved his cum deep inside, making sure your pussy was stuffed to the brim. You whined at the thick, hot liquid painting your walls.
Sasha’s chest rose rapidly as he tried to catch his breath. Letting your legs drop, he sat back up on his hunches. Sadly, he started to drag his softening cock from your beckoning cunt. He could live inside you if he could.
“Wait,” Aleks cut in. Grabbing a pillow, he threw it to Sasha. He caught it with ease. “Keep her hips propped up, I don’t want a single drop to spill.”
“Whatever you say, man.”
Sasha tucked an arm around your waist. Lifting your hips up, he placed the throw pillow right under, keeping your pussy tilted upwards. Content, he let his cock fall out of your cunt. Spent, Sasha went back to his seat. Similar to Silvia, he made no move to get dressed.
Wordlessly, Emil got up from his spot. He stared you down like an apex predator starved of its meal. Stripping himself, he throw off his shirt somewhere in the room. Getting to your spent form, he uncinched his belt and zipped down his dark jeans. Emil had no intentions of foreplay, he wanted to fuck you. You had plenty of time to be spread open for him.
Before you could even squirm, he grabbed you by your waist and flipped you around. Your vision spun. Your stomach pinched from the queasiness. Unrelenting, he grappled onto your hips and shoved them upwards until your weight rested mostly on your chest as you were ass up.
You whined as the cooling cum dribbled out of your raw pussy.
“Hey,” Aleks barked, “be careful.”
Already bare, Emil grabbed his cock and lined it up. You gasped as the wind was knocked out of you. He shoved himself about half way, not caring about how your nails dug into the couch from the burn.
“Happy?” His tone was bored and drawled.
Aleks must have nodded as Emil pushed his hips closer. Sasha’s cum frothed around his cock. As he pulled out, he saw the mix of white strings and your wetness coating his dick. Keeping a good grip on your hips, Emil pulled your body backwards as he thrust.
A cry sprung from your lips as his cockhead hit your cervix, pushing the limits of your walls. He was stretching you wider than Sasha ever could. Like you nothing more than a mere toy, he fucked into you and forced you back onto him. The slaps of his hips hitting your ass filled the room along with your squelching pussy.
Huffed and stuttered, “ah! ah! ah!” tumbled from your parted lips, your head tilted to the side to get some air. Drool dripped out onto the couch. From this angle, you locked eyes with Aleks. Despite the obvious bulge in his pants, he made no move to touch his throbbing cock. He enjoyed the show of you falling apart like he was watching Sunday cartoons.
Your nipples scraped against the couch with each brutal piston. Emil was silent besides the few grunts that slipped through as you clenched. Purposely punching into you harder, he groaned, “stop fucking clenching.”
“Gonna blow your load early?” Sasha mocked, taking back the half smoked joint.
“Shut. The. Fuck. Up.” Each word was emphasized with a pump inside you, hitting right against the spongy spot deep inside.
Grabbing your ass, Emil spread you on full display, watching how your pussy struggled to take him. With sheer force, he shoved his whole cock in you to the hilt. Both your ass and pussy were exposed to him. Using his thumb, he circled the ring of muscles. Testing the give, he pressed into the virgin hole.
You panicked. “No, no, not there,” you whimpered, trying to crawl away.
“You’re fine,” Emil grumbled, ready to push your limits.
Aleks sneered, “knock it off.”
His face was in a deep scowl. It was nowhere near that of protection but of possessiveness. You were his to claim, not Emil.
Emil rolled his eyes, but obeyed. Going back to wrapping his large hands around your waist, he fucked into you like were the one who told him to stop. Well, you were, but he would never listen to you. Gritting your teeth, you rode out as he did not slow down his thrusts. Like a machine, he jackhammered into you with no care for your own pleasure.
“Fuck, kotik,” Emil groaned, your tight, wet walls squeezing his cock. “You’re so tiny.”
Fucking up into you a last few times, he shoved himself deep. The tip kissing your cervix, he came inside, mixing his cum with Sasha’s. Giving a few more shallow thrusts, he slipped his cock out. Tucking the pillow under your hips, he made sure to keep any cum from slipping out before Aleks started bitching. Slapping your ass, Emil sat back, staying on the couch.
Your body collapsed. You were spent and you don’t know much much longer you could last. Your lids started to slip closed, ready to sleep and let this be a horrible nightmare. Aching hips and shivering bones, you were a mess.
A few love taps on your cheek had you blinking up to see Sasha crouched by your heavy form. “Rise and shine, sunshine, we aren’t done.”
With pinched brows, you cried. Everything hurt and your stomach wouldn’t stop flipping like you were going to vomit. Getting up from his position, Sasha turned you so you were on your back again. Throwing the pillow somewhere off into the room, he sat by your head. Picking you up, Sasha arranged you so you were laying with your back to his chest.
“This is going to get uncomfortable, but you’re a big girl,” he cooed into your ear.
Grabbing onto your legs, he held them up so you were exposed to Emil still sitting at the other end of the couch. Your head rested on his chest.
Leaning upwards, Sasha called out to Emil, “can I get a little help here?”
Besides the baby hairs clumped on his hairline from the light sweat, there wasn’t a trace of exhaustion on Emil. Coming over, Emil grabbed Sasha’s cock and lined it up to your pussy. You whined at the awkward angle as Emil slipped him inside.
“She ready?” Silvia asked, coming over to where they crowded you.
“Just about,” Sasha responded, a little breathy.
She nodded. “Remember what I said about touching.”
Your face furrowed in confusion. Coming to where your head sat on Sasha’s head, Silvia stood over you. She tilted her head at your pitiful form. Adjusting herself, she swung her leg over you and Sasha’s bodies. The couch was wide enough that she was able to kneel over your face.
All you could see was her. Her long, ivory hair hung over her shoulders, her nipples thinly veiled by the soft strands. Reaching out, she grabbed your hair and tugged your head where she needed.
“Tongue out.”
“Huh?”
You jumped as she dug her nails into your scalp. “Open your mouth and stick your tongue out.”
Scared to disobey, you listened.
“Good girl.”
Pivoting her torso, she nodded towards Emil and then went back to you. Her hips descended until her pussy hovered right over your pliant mouth. Harshly, she sat right on your face, suffocating you with her cunt. Eager, she rocked her hips, your nose bumping against her clit. A moan poured from her chest.
You hated to admit her taste was intoxicating. Moaning into her pussy, you couldn’t tell anymore if you drank her up because you wanted to or because she left you no other choice but to swallow her slick.
“F-fuck, she just clenched,” Sasha moaned, bucking his hips upwards into you.
“Of course she did. She’s a slut that loves to be used,” Silvia responded, rocking her hips against your mouth. Despite her words to keep your tongue out, you wrapped your lips around her clit and suckled.
“Ah!” Silvia cried, her back arching. A blush spread across her face along with a scowl. Reaching behind her, she pinched your nipple between her nails. “Bad girl.”
Letting your tongue lull out, you fell back into her whims. Teary-eyed, you watched her breasts bounce as she rocked her hips against you.
A lumbering form came behind you. Sitting between both you and Sasha’s spread legs, Emil clutched onto your thigh to keep you still. Sasha followed, wrapping his hands around your wrists like cuffs.
“Hmm?” You whined into Silvia, scared.
She brought more weight down on you. You were completely immobilized. Another cockhead tapped against your occupied hole. Terror broke through the delirium and the high. Try as you may, your struggles were futile.
Gathering the cum slipping out of you, Emil pushed himself inside along with Sasha.
“Fuckfuckfuck,” Sasha chanted with clenched eyes.
You only got tighter as Emil breached into your hole. His spongy head rubbed against Sasha’s, the friction only adding more to either men’s pleasure. You were restrained to how they all used your body for their own gain. Nothing more than a glorified fuck doll.
A stinging spread throughout your pussy as Emil went further in. Despite the resistance, he fought against it and shoved himself to the hilt. The tear wouldn’t stop as you were fucked open past your capacities. No one waited for you to adjust as Sasha and Emil bucked into you.
Emil’s pelvic bone papped against your glossy pussy. Both of their cum was shoved further in, but still frothed against the base of their cocks. Deeming you adjusted enough, Sasha let go of your wrist and fumbled around for your clit. After a minute, he pressed his two utmost middle fingers into the swollen bud.
Tilting his head down to press his nose into your temple, he whispered into your ear. “You made for this, taking us so well. A little slut just for us.”
Pushing his head away from you, Silvia grabbed both sides of your skull and rode your face harder as she approached her end. She suffocated you from her weight, not letting you come up for air. You whined and struggled, but she only chased the high.
Different moans and keens spilled from her lips as she started you down, “You’re s-so pathetic- ah!”
She knew what she was doing. Silvia spied how you tried so hard to push away to breathe, but she breathlessly laughed down at you. You struggling brought her over the edge. Crying out, her back arched as she came all over your tongue. Fucking herself with a couple more thrusts, she finally let up. Removing her weight from your face, strings of your drool and her slick attached you two together until it snapped.
Sasha was not too far off. Silvia sat on your chest and grabbed onto your throat like before. Squeezing down on the sides had you clenching around the two men brutalizing your pussy. Your mouth fell open as you tried to regain air. Your moans pitched up, too sensitive to everything.
Emil laughed, "she really does still mewl like a kitten."
Smiling with puffing exhales, Sasha hummed in agreement. "Sweet kotik."
Sasha kept playing your clit, swirling tight circles. Eyes rolling back, your body snapped and came with no warning. As you walls pulsed sporadically around Sasha and Emil, Sasha was done for. Between your sloppy cunt and Emil’s cock giving more friction, there was no way he would last.
Bucking up into you, Sasha came deep in your pussy one last time. He sagged against the couch, his hips giving tiny thrust, not wanting to leave your heat just yet.
Emil already bored of this game, followed soon after Sasha. Grabbing you until you bruised, he shoved his cock to the hilt and stuffed you to the brim with his cum. Satisfied, Emil pulled out, giving his cock a few more pumps for good measure as the little droplet fell on your inner thighs. Wordlessly, he got up and went back to his couch.
Silvia released your throat and got off your chest. You sat up and sputtered, sucking in as much air as you could. The room spun once more, but not from the weed and alcohol. Silvia sat next to Emil, grabbing her clothes and putting back on her shirt. Emil followed suit, putting on his pants but leaving them unbuttoned.
Sasha helped you sit up for a moment. You winced as your pussy hit the couch, the stinging still remaining. Slipping out from under you, he grabbed the throw pillow and had you lay back down. He put the pillow back under your hips, elevating them.
Humming like a kid in a candy store, he grabbed his boxers and pulled them on before jumping right on the unclaimed recliner. He reached over and grabbed his forgotten beer. Silvia and Emil already had theirs in hand.
You stared up at the ceiling, silent tears streamed down your temples. Used. That was the only word that came to mind. You felt completely and utterly used.
His footsteps approach you. Too distraught to look, you turned your head towards the back of the couch, sniffling. Aleks came closer. The couch cushion sunk under his weight as he kneeled between your legs. Those familiar hands caressed your outer thighs, massaging the spasming muscles.
It was silent between you two as Aleks tried to coax you out from your pitiful attempt to hide away. The other three were background noise with their gulps, leers and snickers. Something all too familiar.
Sniffling again, faint mildew penetrated your nostrils. You bit your lip to will away the memory. But it wasn’t anymore. They were replay your worst nightmare.
Spreading your legs further, Aleks spied some of the cum spilling out. With two fingers he scoop it back up and stuffed into your cunt. You winced from the penetration. Whining, you sat up and pushed against his chest.
He gather up your wrists and scowled. “What? You worried about getting pregnant? We got plan b so stop bitching. I ain’t sharing you with some annoying ass kid.”
A fire built up in you. Fuck him. Kicking your legs out, you ripped your wrists from him and blindly swung. “Fuck you! Fuck you! Fuck you!”
Aleks growled and started to unbuckle his belt. He dodged a stray fist, half paying attention to your measly punches.
Emil chuckled at the display, “she fought like this last time, too.”
Slipping the belt from the hoops with a crack! he grabbed your wrists once more and tied them tightly together with a cinch of the buckle. You were bound as Aleks wrapped his hand around the loose end of the belt, keeping your hands tethered and out of the way.
You scowled at him with bleary eyes, tears darkening your lashes. Reaching between your legs, Aleks gathered up the cum left on your inner thigh. With those two fingers, he pressed firmly into your clit. You jumped as he rubbed too hard into the raw bud. His rhythm was too fast for your poor clit. Pain dowsed the pleasure.
Whimpering, you tried to close your legs. “S-slow down.”
Aleks smacked your clit with four fingers, staring you down as you yelped. “You want me to be soft?” He papped your clit again. “Treat you like a princess rather than the slut you are?”
“‘M not a slut,” you cried, eyes like a doe.
“You’re not?” Aleks slipped further down and scooping out some of the cum drooling out your pussy. “Then why did you let your whole friend group run a train on you, huh? You were that desperate to get fucked, weren’t you?”
You tried to squirm away, but you were thoroughly bound. “I didn’t. I don’t wanna!” Babbles fell from your lips as you hiccuped.
Aleks cut you off quickly with another firm slap to your pussy. “Quit it with the woe is me bullshit.”
“I hate you,” you pathetically sobbed out.
Leaning down, he crowded you. He groaned in your ear, “fighting back only makes me want to fuck you more.”
Glaring at him from the corner of your eye, you winced as he licked up the tear slipping down your face. Lifting himself up, he let go of belt and grabbed onto your cheeks. Undoing his pants, he kept his pants and boxers on but slipped his cock from its confines.
Your breathing picked up. It was such a stupid thought, but nothing about it changed. His cock was still the very one that stole your virginity, raped it out of you. The head was an angry red, still thick and around seven inches long. Beating Sasha, but falling short of Emil.
Aleks shook your face, “keep your eyes on me.”
Tapping the cockhead smeared with pre-cum to your abused pussy, he did not break eye contact as he popped in. His mouth fell slightly ajar, taking in how your sloppy cunt wrapped around him. Laughing with a breathlessness deep from his chest, he groaned, “how the fuck are you still so tight.”
Easing in until the hilt, he reveled in your distraught face. Savoring your broken expression, Aleks leaned down and claimed your lips. Digging his fingers into your mandible, your mouth fell open for his tongue to slither in. Brushing his against yours, there wasn’t a moment to breathe. All you could do was give in and let him win.
He was a man of anger; he feared what he couldn’t control.
And so he broke you down until there was nothing left but a carcass he could feed upon. Pulling his hips back, he thrusted into you without urgency. Aleks wanted to take his time, savor his meal. Parting from your mouth with slick pop, he let go off your face and kissed down your cheek until he reached your neck. Planting sloppy kisses against the skin, he scraped his teeth against it in warning.
Your hands were squished by his bare chest as he crowded you. With his forearm planted above your head, all you could inhale was him. His woodsy cologne he swore he didn’t steal from his dad from when you were teens surrounded you. Grabbing a hold of your thigh, he throw it over his hip, keeping your spread for him.
Fucking into your pussy, he was deliberate with each punch. He didn’t jackhammer into you, but gave slow, powerful thrusts. Pushing his hand between your bodies, he fiddled with your clit. You sobbed and yelped with each swirl, the overstimulation too much. He wanted another orgasm from you and you were running on empty.
“A-aleks,” you keened, exhausted.
His thrusts lost their rhythm for a moment, before gaining momentum once more. “What- shit- is it, doll?”
You shook your head, words heavy in your mouth. Your chest stuttered as you were getting too close to the edge. Fear mixed with the unwanted pleasure, you didn’t want it to hurt anymore. Aleks felt your walls spasming around him. Words weren’t needed. Your thighs shook.
Curling your fingers into your palms, you came with a cry. Your body tight like a bow. Thin liquid spurt from your pussy, caking Aleks’ lower stomach and yours. More sobs poured out from the humiliation and the exhaustion.
Aleks sped up his thrusts, them becoming more sloppy from your pussy. Squelching filled the room from the cum being humped out of you, coating his cock. Biting down onto your neck, Aleks pressed his hips into yours, adding his own cum into the mix.
You screamed from the pain. He drew blood. Pushing against his chest despite the restraints, you whined and squirmed to no avail. Drowning you in him. Humidity thick in the air or was it the sweat? Kissing the wound, Aleks pressed you further into the cushions. He whispered in your ear, smug smile brushing against the cartilage.
who wants to sit in my lap and have their legs forced apart while i play porn on my laptop and keep my fingers in you to see what happens when i grab your jaw and make you watch it. gosh, you’re really into that? so fucking disgusting, look how wet my fingers are getting. what’s wrong with you huh? are you fucked up or something? i thought you said you didn’t like this stuff
horny but in a ‘i wanna give someone head until all they can do is writhe and mindlessly grind their cunt into my tongue while pinching and pulling on their own hard nipples’ kinda way
Still thinking about fucking her in the backseat. Maybe after a party or something. Right outside her or my house. So desperate to where as we couldn’t even make it inside. Her back pressed against the back car door as I lean over her, pressing my fingers in to her my thumb rubbing circles over her clit. She’s so so sensitive. Dripping over the seats of my car. Of course I don’t care, I’ll just clean it up anyway once I finally eat her out
she’s bent at the waist, barely standing, legs spread and shaking, heels slipping on the floor like her body’s given up trying to hold itself up. her butch has her locked in, one arm banded tight around her waist, dragging her back flush against him, holding her bent over his arm like a ragdoll. her top’s yanked down and twisted, tits out and bouncing, skirt shoved up high, panties ripped in half and hanging like they never mattered all whilst his fingers are slamming into her. the kind of rough and ruthless fucking that makes her knees knock and her spine curl. wet, obscene sounds echo with every thrust, her ass clapping back with each bounce, drool dripping down her chin, cunt stretched and dripping down his hand. she’s choking on her mewls, mouth open, eyes rolling, arms flailing for something to hold that isn’t there. she’s looks and sounds wrecked. loud, soaked, shaking - and he’s right behind her, eyes locked on the way her body bucks and folds for him. grip like iron around her waist, fingers still pounding her cunt like he’s trying to break her open. no, she’s not going anywhere. just his filthy little whore, bent over and falling apart, coming all over his hand like she was made to be ruined like this - standing, spread, and owned.
im such a slut for secret public sex. like please let me finger you in a crowded theater while i urge you to stay quiet for me. please follow me to the bathroom for a quickie. lets manhandle each other in the backseat of an uber while we stifle our sighs. let us risk getting caught just to have each other then and there.
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