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She gulped, her voice becoming weaker still. “Yes, sir.”

The man smiled and nodded, satisfied. “As it should be. That’s what a good woman is for. And you’re a good woman, aren’t you Hannah? You’re a good wife because you know what the beast in your husband requires. And you’ll be a good bitch for us to use.”

The three men sat down, but on their edge of their seats. Then the closest one to her pulled Hannah by the arm and she flopped into his lap, her torso going over his knees as limply as a child’s rag doll. Her breasts now freely loosened from the confinement of the dress hung down as her arms hung down. Her pink nipples were long and hard, and while the man poised to spank her ass pulled up her skirt, another man leaned in and took one of the dangling buds between his fingers and began to squeeze. He didn’t let up until the spanking began, until Hannah’s bare bottom was pelted with a rain of sharp smacks and her ass turned scarlet. She gasped, mewling in distress as the pain crescendoed quickly.

The other man began to pinch her nipples again. This time, he held on, squeezing tightly so the pain was magnified, and was present in her ass and in her breasts, unremitting and insistent, finally making her scream at them to stop.

Ending this torment was something Hannah could not control. If anything, her urgent protests only made the two men hurt her more.

After a string of testy but indistinguishable remarks, she managed to spit out real words, “Stop, please!” though to no avail.

“Stop? Why would I stop?” the spanker wondered aloud. “You have my cock hard as a rock, girl. Can you feel that throbbing? Tell me? Can you feel me against your thigh?”

She didn’t answer. The man with the pinching fingers seemed to refine the brutal torture into an art. Nothing worked in her body now, especially her mind. She couldn’t speak. She could hardly breathe. And she couldn’t think enough to answer the man whose blistering treatment of her ass end was only becoming more vicious.

Finally, an unexpected pause in the painful activity left space enough for one impassioned, “Please, I can’t take any more!”

“You can take what you’re given,” one of her abusers barked.

A pair of thick fingers suddenly jammed themselves between her flailing thighs. The spanker paused again, while the owner of those fingers brought them out to the air, glistening wet.

“If you want evidence of your nature, girl,” he moved the telling digits to her mouth. “Here it is. All your pretty juices to damn your virtue all to hell.”

The brief break in the activity allowed the scene to change. Hannah’s body dropped to the floor, although her skirt remained raised and her red ass glowed like a beacon.

“Such a pretty ass.” A man’s warm hand reached out, stroking the flesh and the unquenchable desire in her body bloomed again. His fingers moved along the crack of her behind, caressing that first available portal with a single finger carefully breaching the tiny aperture. “You like how that feels?” He began to work the finger in and out.

Hannah wouldn’t answer.

“Tell him, girl,” Jarrett’s ordered her tersely. “You like him playing with your back channel? Tell him.”

“Y-Yes, sir,” she finally sputtered.

“And maybe you want my member filling up this space?”

She’d begun to moan as she felt a second finger easing inside. “Yes, sir.”

The man sniggered, as his fingers sunk deep aided by a bit of cold grease swathed inside the cleft. He worked another finger deep into her entrails, until his hand began to move like a cock, and picked up speed, causing a moan of unbidden pleasure to escape her lips.

“Ah—yes—girl,” the man purred with her, easing into the rhythm of her ragged breathing.

Hannah might have accepted the use of her ass, as she’d accepted it before—reluctance and want mingling, though the want was potent enough to see her through the use without much pain. She might have even accepted the fact that this was more than abuse, but pleasure she could enjoy. However, the sudden upward thrust of some inert instrument into her vagina made the pleasure vanish and her fear begin again.

“No, no, don’t!” she thoughtlessly shouted.

Her already punished bottom was slapped a dozen times for that remark, with the use of a wooden paddle that bit into her flesh with thunderous command. The pincher had her nipples between this fingers again, twisting the buds until she squealed. Like all hell had broken loose, nothing made sense and every touch and pinch and slap and jabbing finger in her behind felt like torture. The promise of bodily gratification vanished.

The phallus stuffed inside her sexual home was an invader twice the size of Daniel’s erection—and she’d always considered her husband quite enough to pleasure her. This pole, this impaling rod, this huge creature, widened her so that even her natural juices could do nothing to lubricate the path.

“Get used to it, girl,” she heard one man scoff at her. “You have no idea how tight a woman’s nether regions become when her insides are impaled with something hard.”

It wasn’t but seconds after that enlightening earful that Hannah felt the fingers in her ass withdraw and a steady pressure replace them. Some man’s thick penis head was opening the doorway—although with her body clenched so tightly in fear, the taut place was unwilling to give.

Having no patience for the slow process of opening a woman’s ass for sexual use, the fellow suddenly thrust himself completely inside her until his groin fit tightly against her cheeks.

“Ahhhhhheeeeeeeaw!” Her body shook violently with the terrible pain ripping through her insides.

“Breathe, girl,” she was ordered by some malicious voice she did not recognize.

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