Page 66 of Circus From Hell

His head leans back as he fucks my face. My teeth scrape his cock, but he doesn’t care, thrusting hard enough to ram down my throat.

“Pretty dead girls don’t get double-dicked down until they’ve proved their use. Take my cock, Karma, and take it good.”

Saliva coats my mouth and his cock until he grabs the top of my head and pulls back. Blood coats the flesh where my teeth have caught and dragged, and it makes my hips rock, desperate to feel it inside of me.

“Atta girl. Now you’re getting it,” he mocks, gripping my jumpsuit and tearing it down the rest of my body.

I’m not going to have any of these things left if these boys keep getting to me.

“Look at you,” he whispers, hands trailing the curves down the sides of my body. He spreads my legs and shifts onto his knees between them, grabbing my ass and tilting me upwards. He stares at my pussy before saying, “You’ve still got cum dripping out of you, slut. Whose fucking cum is this?”

“Ssssoren’s,” I say smugly, and his face scrunches in anger.

“I’m going to kill you both for that,” he promises, spreading my pussy open with his fingers. “You’re filled to the brim. And look at that, he’s cracked you open. That’s supposed to be my job. Let’s see if both of my cocks can match his tentacle.”

He reaches down and untucks the other, slightly longer than the top one and just as erect and thick. My arms lay out beside me, nails digging into the dry dirt as he stares intently into my eyes and pushes the first inch of the pair inside of me. It’s not the same as Soren’s—thin at the top and expanding to the base. Spiral’s are thick from the get-go. My pussy fights against the two bulbous heads, but he doesn’t care, slowly pushing in deeper.

The intrusive pleasure makes sparks dance around my fingers; Spiral watches with wide eyes, staring at my hands, at the proof of my body reacting to his abuse.

My spine arches as he fills me entirely, and the trees above me spin as pleasure encompasses me. The drugs surfing through my body heighten everything, and for a moment, I think I start to feel…

Pain.

I shriek as Spiral’s two cocks bottom out, and the worst feeling I’ve ever experienced overwhelms me. My pussy is being torn apart, and zaps of hot agony shoot up into my stomach.

“It hurtsss! It hurtsss!” I scream, smacking his chest and shaking my head, unable to escape with the pain overtaking my being.

He leans back, looking over my face with an unintelligible expression. “You can feel pain?”

“It’ssss unbearable.” I whine like a kicked puppy, the base of my palms still smacking into his chest but getting weaker by the second. The unfamiliar pain is ripping through me, but the pleasure from Spiral’s cocks filling me rivals it in the worst way.

I can’t comprehend it.

I hate this feeling. It’s too much.

But I want more. I want his cocks.

The trees around me keep spinning, and I’m losing any trail of thought.

“Keep fucking me,” I whisper, my head slumping against the ground as the pain forces my entire body to seize up.

“You don’t have to tell me twice,” he grins. “I’ve finally figured out how to hurt you, and next comes death. But this is the best pussy I’ve ever felt. I’m never letting it go.”

He pulls back and slams into me, holding my thighs and digging his fingers into my flesh.

The pain strikes me again, and my eyes flutter shut.

I don’t want pain. I liked not feeling pain.

But I don’t want Spiral to stop, even as I lose consciousness on the forest floor.

The last sound I hear is his maniacal laughter.

CHAPTER TWENTY

SPIRAL

The pain has never stopped. I drink to dull it, I fuck to forget it, but it’s never disappeared.