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How is it that I have so little control over my own body? I’m not enjoying any of this, but I can’t deny the way I’m physically reacting. My mind is screamingnoover and over, but I can’t say that aloud. I can’t protest, I can’t fight, I can’t do anything but lie here while he tries to impregnate me.
While my body encourages him to do just that.
“God, what a slut,” Slayer says gleefully. “Maybe Damien did pick right.”
“I knew it the moment I laid eyes on her,” Damien answers. “Giulio, if you slide into her first, then I’ll get in you.”
Giulio grins widely. “Sure thing. I’d warm you up, Vanessa, but it looks like you’re ready.” Without any other words, he lines himself up and slides inside.
Maybe I should be grateful that my body reacts so easily, because the slide is easy. There’s no tearing, no roughness. Maybe a slight sting, but it eases quickly. There’s no pain.
I wish there was.
I wish I was like Stef, and that everything these men did left an obvious mark of how much I don’t want it.
That thought reminds me of why I’m here, of why I’m cooperating, and… it’s absolutely miserable. If it’s this easy to keep me in line with the threat of harming someone I barely know, what will it be like when I have children to threaten?
I don’t think Damien would ever allow anything to happen to one of Giulio’s spawn, but…
I whimper, Giulio’s cock gliding into me feeling better than it should. He shifts, adjusting himself, and I look up to see Damien pressing against him from behind.
Damien’s eyes are closed, and sweat trickles down his forehead. He kisses the back of Giulio’s neck briefly before making a rolling motion that sends Giulio thrusting deeper into me.
Giulio groans loudly. “Fuck, that’s good.” He withdraws a little, only to be sent right back into me.
It’s a strange, uneven rhythm. I can’t prepare for it, because I can’t tell when Damien is going to move. Giulio has almost no input at all, guided entirely by what Damien does.
And I hate it, but it feels good. The fact that I can’t anticipate anything means it hits me even harder. Pleasure builds inside me. I struggle against the rope, but I’m locked in place, just as caught in this tide as Giulio.
When Slayer reaches down to squeeze one of my nipples, I yelp, briefly drawn out of my haze by the sudden sharp pain of it. He grins at me. “What do you think?” he asks, and it’s like his words are coming from far away. “You like both of them fucking you? Just wait ‘til they DP you, both their cocks sliding into you together.”
I whimper and shake my head, but I can’t deny that it feels amazing. I’m dangerously close to slipping over the edge and tumbling into my own humiliation, to being a part of my degradation, and I can’t even stop it from getting closer and closer.
“F-fuck, you should try this, Vanessa,” Giulio groans. “Getting stuffed from both ends. Wait…We did do that, didn’t we?” He laughs between sharp breaths. “Yeah, I’m close. You, Damien?”
“I’m just waiting for you,” Damien answers. “Just give the word.”
“She’s fluttering all around me,” Giulio says breathlessly. “I can feel her about to come for us. Just give it—”
Damien thrusts hard into Giulio, and Giulio groans even as he slams hard into me.
I come with a choked cry, tightening all around him, and Giulio swears as he loses control and starts to fuck me with abandon, heedless of Damien’s cock in his ass.
I whimper as Giulio’s pace gets rougher, and when he stops, heat floods into me. Damien continues moving only for a little longer, but soon he also slows. He brings one arm around Giulio’s waist and kisses his neck again.
“She’s filled with you,” Damien whispers. “Your… your children, growing inside her.”
Giulio laughs. “Yeah. Yeah, she is. Now let me pull out so Slayer can have his turn and he doesn’t bitch about being left out.”
From the way Damien looks at Slayer, I can tell he doesn’t like the idea of letting him fuck me—and I don’t like it either, but there’s nothing I can do as they resituate themselves so Slayer can get between my legs.
I’m still quivering from my own climax, and Slayer groans as he slides into me.
“Jesus, Jules,” Slayer says, clenching his teeth. “So hot and tight in here.”
I squirm, tugging lightly at the ropes, but it does nothing to loosen them. I turn my head to look pleadingly at Damien. He doesn’t like this. Why doesn’t he speak up for once?
All Damien does is stroke my face and push my sweat-soaked hair out of the way.
