Thrown over the edge of the bed, he kicked her legs out until she lay sprawled and spread. Quinn could only whine low in her throat as the male began to strip behind her.
“You be good, do as I say, and you’ll be fine,” Gerry crooned as he moved between her legs. Nudging his swollen cock against dry folds, he chuckled.
Without warning his weight came down on her. Large hands splaying across her upper back, his hips connected with hers. The thick length of him shunted inside, tearing delicate flesh.
Quinn screamed behind the gag, legs kicking in useless jerks. Unable to even twist away, she was held still for the slow drag of his withdrawal before the next punishing thrust.
“Oh, fuck, yeah,” Gerry groaned as he lurched forward again. The slide of his cock was smoother, and it had nothing to do with slick. “I almost forgot how tight you bitches are.”
With her screams punctuating each rolling snap of his hips, Gerry fucked her into the mattress. The warm trickle oozing down her legs, spattering her thighs promised damage she couldn’t comprehend. Everything hurt, insides on fire, her pussy a thrumming agony that lit up the backs of her eyelids with dark stars with every slap of his groin against her ass. Body realizing the injury done, her pussy seeped slick to ease the destruction.
Shifting, he put his weight behind several rapid thrusts, shoving Quinn up the bed only to haul her back. “Fucking beautiful.”
It went on forever, too long, before Quinn collapsed to the filthy sheets and sobbed. Each choked breath was a struggle, the wet rag muffling what she couldn’t drag in through her clogged nose. The wet gurgles and gagging only spurred the male on.
“Oh, fuck, yes!”
There was no warning. His knot was shoved into her, complete and throbbing. Her scream was a ragged, broken thing. Insides shifting to accommodate too much flesh, Quinn keened and tried to remain motionless.
Gerry had other ideas.
“Take my knot, bitch,” he roared, landing an open-handed slap against her ass.
The burn was immediate, but it was nothing compared to the wrenching agony as she jumped. Trying to force overburdened muscles to clench, her tears became frantic as blow after blow rained down on her ass, back, and shoulders. Each one knocked her body, jostling the knot deep inside until it felt like her insides were about to be ripped out.
“Squeeze it!”
Hands closed around her throat, bending her back until Quinn stared up at the ceiling. Mouth working around the gag, tongue pushing at wet cloth, there was nowhere she could go and nothing she could do. Hands and arms long since numb, were helpless. Bent back at a painful angle, even her hips wouldn’t move.
Heat suffused her face before it began to tingle, the angry burn at the corners of her mouth fading as the dingy motel became a gray washed landscape. Black edged her vision, narrowing it into pinpoints. Her whole body convulsed once, twice.
Gerry bellowed, dropping her back to the bed. Rocking the knot inside the spasming clutches of her cunt, he came. Each surge burned, salt in her wounds as he ground in deep. Not until the last watery spray coated her insides did he collapse on top of her. Rubbing his chest against her back, scenting her with his sweat while shifting the knot to keep her milking him, Gerry’s satisfied laugh was an almost growl.
“See? You’re fine. No lasting harm,” he panted against her neck.
Numb, Quinn stared at the old-fashioned alarm clock on the bedside table bolted to the wall. The numbers flipped over, proving to her that the world had not ended, and she was still alive. The knot slipping free didn’t disturb her, visions of a white-blond girl with deep green eyes buoying her through the worst of the pain centered south of her waist.
The gag was removed, her arms freed but wrists still bound together in front of her. Quinn remained where she was. Fluids leaked from her, down her thighs to cool in sludgy rivulets on her calves and ankles. She didn’t want to know, didn’t want to see. Her head remained right where he left it when a knock sounded at the door.
“G-Gerry, baby? I got dinner.” Even muffled as it was through the door, Quinn could hear the chattering of Tina’s teeth. How long had it gone on? How long had the Beta stood outside in the freezing cold of the graying dawn?
Without responding, Gerry rose from where he’d been toying with Quinn’s pussy to open the door. He showed no shame or concern over the state of his nude body. Turning her head into the dingy sheets, Quinn tried to forget the sight of lurid red on his fingers and his recovering dick. The sounds of the many locks disengaging came to her with crystal clarity, as did the knowledge there would be no escape.
“What’d you get?”
“Um…” Tina’s voice was strained, a wheezing sound like a controlled gasp filling the dead air before she answered. “I got cheeseburgers, and those spicy fries you like.”
“Good.”
Crinkling paper bags, the scent of greasy meat and fried potatoes filled the dank confines of the room. It was better than the reek of sweat and sex tinged with copper. Quinn almost laughed, biting it back at the last moment before the hysterical sound could bubble up and escape. Hadn’t she asked for a cheeseburger before all hell broke loose? Now the thought of eating made her stomach give a violent lurch, sending Quinn back into the gray mire where the tiny spark of hope lived in full color.
She was so involved in her thoughts she didn’t pay the couple any attention until she heard the distinct sound of a body hitting the floor.
“Do it now.”
“But, baby, we don’t have any!”
“Sure, we do.”
