Quinn could just see Tina from the corner of her eye, kneeling up on the floor as Gerry pinched her cheeks together tight enough to purse her lips, skin blanched white under his fingers. A cruel smile preceded him spitting on her face. It dripped in thick strands from her eyebrow onto her cheekbone, smearing across her nose.
“Do it or take her place.”
“I’m going, okay? I’m going.”
Denim scuffed over carpet before feminine hands, cold and trembling, came to Quinn’s legs. Parting her thighs, spreading her wide once more. Tina’s hands moved up, spreading Quinn’s cheeks wide. Swearing she wouldn’t react, Quinn bit her lips hard.
Her head shot up with a stifled shriek, twisting around at the first touch of a delicate tongue on her asshole. Meeting Tina’s cold glare, seeing no help there, her gaze swung to Gerry.
“Lie back down and let her do her job.” Stroking his engorged cock with one hand, smearing still wet fluids over the glistening length, he held a burger in the other hand. “If you don’t, I’m going to tie you back up and I’ll just fuck it as is. What did I say about being good?”
“Answer him,” Tina hissed, her nails digging deep into Quinn’s flesh.
“Do as you say, and I’ll be fine,” Quinn mumbled, eyes never leaving Gerry. His smile was beyond sadistic. If she’d ever thought Alton was unreasonable or cruel, he was a saint next to this man. Rolling back onto her stomach, she tried not to flinch and squirm as Tina applied her tongue. Feeling disgusting, beyond filthy, she clenched the blanket in her fists.
And he watched.
Rustling paper proved he continued to eat, only giving the occasional groan of appreciation when Quinn lost control and whined. The only other noises were the wet sounds of Tina’s mouth and Quinn’s ragged breaths. Tina stretched Quinn’s ass wide, straining the skin to open Quinn up to Gerry’s view.
Quinn’s only warning was when Tina was yanked away. A moment later, she felt the heat of him between her legs once more. It was stupid, useless, but Quinn still cried into the thin mattress at what lay ahead. Even Kahler hadn’t done this to her, only his fingers, and not even that since…
“Now me...” Gerry’s tone was almost gentle.
Tina gagged, the wet gurgling all too familiar. His sighs were loud, almost frustrated. Quinn flinched, muffling a shriek, when Tina slapped her, scratching at her thigh. “Can’t even take all of me and you wonder why I have to fuck other women. For fuck’s sake open your damn mouth!”
Tina went tumbling across the floor as Gerry shoved her away. Blood seeped from her lip, the split from earlier opened, a new one forming on the other side. Bruises peeked through her tear streaked makeup, showing a rainbow of pain.
“Get the gag on her.”
Tina didn’t care about her nails or the way they scraped across Quinn’s tongue, the insides of her cheeks, even her gums as the wet ball of cloth was shoved into Quinn’s mouth. Snarled curls were yanked, strands jerked out by the hundreds as the strip was tied around her head. As much as Quinn didn’t want to blame her, she did.
“Now put me inside her.”
The nudge of hot flesh against her ass was terrifying, Tina’s hand brushing against her more so. Nothing prepared her for the way one of them spat on the exposed ring of muscle. Keening low in her throat, shaking her head, Quinn tipped her hips. Offering the painful ruin of her pussy.
“Be good,” Gerry snapped, the back of his hand coming down on Quinn’s ass before he gripped her hips and put her into the position he wanted her in. Tina’s hand returned, centering him. Another glob of spit rained down on her clenched ring. “Relax, sweetheart. It’ll hurt a lot less.”
Unbelievable pressure followed by indescribable pain.
There was no easing inside of her, no letting her adapt to his intrusion. Gerry shoved in amid Quinn’s screams. He laughed as she bucked and writhed, bound hands clawing at the bed to pull herself away from the agony exploding through her. Ignoring her kicking legs, he pushed forward until he had his entire length hilted.
Making a series of rapid thrusts, Gerry grunted and pulled out. Pinning Quinn’s hips with a palm splayed over her back, Tina’s squawk of surprise and revulsion cut off. The gagging was immediate this time, Gerry’s grunts accompanied by Tina slapping at the bed, Quinn, him. Watery and vile, vomit splattered to the floor beside Quinn’s face as Tina heaved over the side of the bed.
The briefest hesitation as he aligned once more, Gerry lurched forward. No longer amused with the way Quinn scrambled to be free, he paused only long enough to cover her back. Hunching against her, he ground his cock in deep, eager, excited. Foul breath washing over her shoulder, he licked and bit at her flesh as he groaned and praised her.
Assaulted nerves screamed as loudly as Quinn wailed. Reaching up, trying to gouge the eyes of the male on top of her, she found her wrists caught.
Bile and thick saliva dripping from mangled lips, Tina sneered and pulled Quinn’s arms taut.
Chapter 15
“I’m telling you, man, she’s prime. She’s a little used, but you know that Omega pussy stays tight no matter what,” Gerry said into the cellphone, slapping his dick against Quinn’s cheek. He hadn’t dared to put it in her mouth. He kept her gagged unless he was shoving the barest of necessities at her, threatening to take it away. “And if that doesn’t work for them, her ass ain’t half bad, either.”
After a week with Gerry and Tina, Quinn wasn’t sure how much worse it could get, though he seemed to have lost the sharpest edge of his sadistic bent. At least with her. He’d made Tina get actual lubricant, smearing it over his prick when he fucked Quinn, and that was coming less and less often. Today, he’d only been toying with her, seeming content to slake his needs with Tina.
Now, Quinn felt hollow. She’d been drained, wrung out, starved, and beaten. It was only the spark of life that buoyed her, the one that had decided to make itself known while Quinn was on all fours, Gerry in her ass again.
A mother shouldn’t feel her baby’s first kick while having to endure that.
