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He yanks my hair and forces my head up. "You’re my whore."
Brock takes Rook’s place and shoves his dick into me. Rook’s cum still lurks inside me. Brock uses it as lube to fuck me even harder.
He curses in French as he fucks me. I wish I could sayI hate youin French. There’s only one problem.
Brock’s French accent does something to me. Embers of need stir within me, churning in my core. My cunt leaks, a waterfall of wetness seeping out of me. Sounds of my droplets hitting the locker room floor fill my ears.
Colt picks up a football from a table. He tosses it up and down, his cold expression never leaving mine. He plunges his cock into my throat and tugs my hair. The gesture turns me into a sex object. No agency. No ability to say no. I’m being used by a ferocious jock who takes what he wants.
"Stop."
Rook’s voice shakes the room.
I sob into the gross floor, hating myself for being so turned on. My nipples are screaming with pleasure at being used like a whore and my pussy has never felt better.
Brock pulls out of my ass.
He consults with Colt.
They plunge the football into my ass.
There are times in a girl’s life where she passes out due to joy. Other times she faints due to excitement. Some girls faint on their wedding day.
I lose consciousness due to pain.
Unbelievable pain.
Unrelenting pain.
"You’re still pure, sweet Olive. Don’t worry. We haven’t taken your virginity."
I haven’t actually passed out as it turns out.
I only thought I did to block out the sensations.
Colt fucks my throat. He rips hair from my head. I try to twist away but it doesn’t work. He pumps deeper. Deeper. His cock separates my tonsils. I don't need that tonsillectomy my GP recommended after all. His cock is a knife that slashes at my throat.
Brock eats my pussy from behind. I ram my thighs together to pop his skull into pieces. It doesn’t work. His tongue swirls around my clit and sucks it. He snarls and snaps at my cunt, mad at it for making him so crazy.
That’s the power I hold over these men.
I drive them wild with desire.
Cum spurts out of me in waves. It coats Brock’s tongue and lips before blasting his chiseled cheekbones. He tries to swallow it but my feminine pleasure is too much for him. He’s not used to girls who come like me. I’d never come before meeting these men, but they’ve turned me into a geyser.
I once went to Yellowstone National Park as a little girl with my family. My pussy rivals Old Faithful.
Colt comes down my throat. Every inch of his cock throbs. His cum paints my tongue and mouth in an elixir of destruction.
He stares down at me.
His black eyes flare with red-hot rage.
"Ours."
I think about the night at the frat party when I stared at the moon. The moon looked so beautiful that night. It hits me that I’m dissociating. I don't care. I want that moon to be in my life forever. See it always when I look out the window. It helps me forget that these monsters chose me. Used me. Took what was most precious.
I push the football out of my ass. My Kings don’t leave me to clean up this time. They bring me to the locker room showers and soap up my body. They take their time cleaning me, and they wash me so gently I almost forget what they did.
