The man in front of her had crouched down and the look on his face was too kind to be genuine. ‘’What’s the matter, baby doll?’’ he asked, mockingly sweet. ‘’We’re only getting started and it ain’t gonna get easier. So you gotta be a good girl now, and take what we give you. Think you can do that?’’
Anita didn’t answer, because it probably didn’t matter anyway. They we’re going to do with her what they wished and clearly she couldn’t do anything about it. Even if she told the truth, that she didn’t think she could do this, they wouldn’t stop. Anita couldn’t believe that she had found the touches – that she had found any of it good at first.
‘’I asked you something.’’
Anita swallowed and nodded shakily.
The man smiled and stood up again. He pushed his cock into Anita’s mouth and she forced herself to breathe through her nose, trying to keep her breaths even and measured, even when he started to fuck her mouth again, pushing deep into her throat with each thrust.
It was still uncomfortable, but once Anita got the breathing down, it was a little easier to take. She squeezed her eyes shut again and tried not to think.
Suddenly, a finger sunk into her again, making her whine around the cock in surprise. It was pulled out and then two were pushed in. As the fingers were fucked in and out of her pussy, she could feel the little sparks and thrills of pleasure again. It wasn’t enough to erase the discomfort or to truly divert her attention, but it did feel pretty good. Anita felt her face heat up in embarrassment. How could she find any of this good? She shouldn’t, because this was horribly fucked up, but still…
The faster the fingers moved, the better it felt. And after a while, it did help to ease the discomfort and help Anita ignore the hard floor beneath her knees and the way her throat burned after a particularly deep thrust.
‘’Jesus fuck, you’re getting real wet,’’ said the man fingering her and Anita felt shame burn through her. She shouldn’t be getting wet, but she couldn’t help it.
‘’Is she?’’ asked the man in front of her. ‘’Then it’s time to stop fucking around.’’
Within a moment, the fingers were gone and so was the hand in her hair. The cock was pulled out of her mouth and the sudden loss of contact left her reeling.
‘’Get her up against the wall, boys,’’ said someone.
Anita was pulled up off the floor and pushed toward the wall. The same man who had fucked her mouth pushed her up against the wall and the others held her in place while the man pushed his pants down, pulled her legs around his waist and pushed his dick into her.
She couldn’t help the sound that escaped her when the man sunk in. As if on instinct, she tightened her legs around him, because even with the others holding her up, she still felt like she might fall down at any moment. Just like the floor, the wall was unforgivingly cold and hard behind her back, when the man started to fuck into her with short, savage thrusts.
He had one hand on Anita’s ass, holding her close, and he put the other around Anita’s neck. He didn’t squeeze tight enough to hurt or choke her, but she could feel the weight of it there, like a collar.
Anita sobbed as he fucked into her, torn between the pain and the pleasure that was starting to grow. She found that the rough treatment that had been so frightening to her before was starting to turn her on. There was certain thrill to it, being completely under someone else’s control, being owned. Anita wouldn’t never have thought that she would like it, even just a little bit, but despite the circumstances, she couldn’t deny that it did feel kind of good.
‘’Fuck yeah,’’ the man grunted as he fucked her. Anita squeezed her eyes shut again and focused on the feeling and sensations; the drag of his cock inside her, the weight of his hand on her neck, the way other strong hands were anchoring her to the wall. The discomfort was still there, the wall was still unforgivingly hard against her back, but she didn’t hate what was happening, like she should have.
Suddenly, the man let go of her neck and ass and pushed her legs off from around his waist. Her legs felt wobbly as they touched the floor again. The other men let her go and she was turned around roughly, her face pressed against the wall, but her ass and hips pulled back. The change of position happened so fast that Anita barely had time to react before the cock was pushing into her again.
The new position was a little better, because it wasn’t as precarious, the wall was just slightly less uncomfortable against her face than it had been against her back. The man took hold of her hair, the other hand gripping her hip almost bruisingly tight, and fucked her with harder, deeper thrusts than before. Anita braced her hands against the wall and bit her lip as her body shook with the force of the thrusts. They seemed to rock her to her core and she almost found herself pushing her hips back and looking for more.
Anita whimpered at the thought, embarrassment burning through her, but she couldn’t deny the sparks of pleasure.
It was over as suddenly as it had begun; the man gave a particularly hard thrust and pulled out, and Anita braced herself, waiting for his come to land on her ass or thighs.
It didn’t happen. Instead, she was pulled away from the wall, picked up and carried to the bed. She was set down on the lower bunk bed and compared to the wall or the floor, the thin mattress felt almost incredibly soft. The men put her on her knees, forcing her face against the mattress and her hands behind her back, leaving her exposed and helpless.
Anita went along with every move, because she knew that she couldn’t fight them anyway. And if she was honest with herself, she enjoyed the manhandling, the pure raw power of it seemed to turn her on. It was shameful, but she couldn’t help it.
The bed-springs creaked as one man got on the bed behind her and pushed his dick into her pussy in a smooth thrust. Anita found that she preferred the feeling of being filled to being open and exposed, because it seemed to ground her, so that she didn’t have to think about how wrong the whole situation was and how wrong she was for liking any of this.
She knew that it was only hormones that made her like it, that it was only physical, but she couldn’t shake the feeling that there was more to it than that, that she had inadvertently discovered something about herself that she hadn’t known before.
Anita couldn’t quite tell if it was the same man fucking her or one of the others, because she hardly paid attention to them and their differences. And truth be told, she didn’t really care, because in the end, it didn’t matter, so she just concentrated on what she could feel.
Strong hands around her wrists, holding them in place. The springs digging into her knees through the mattress. The thin, scratchy fabric of the sheets again her cheek. And the slide of a hard cock inside her.
The thrusts were slower, more measured, but just as deep, stretching Anita out and filling her up completely.
‘’Fuck, she’s tight like a little virgin,’’ said the man fucking her and Anita felt herself blush. ‘’You ain’t really a virgin, are you?’’
Anita whimpered. ‘’N-no,’’ she said into the mattress, her voice barely louder than a whisper, even though she kind of felt like she was, because she had never experiences something like this before. She didn’t know that rough treatment like this could feel so good, even with the edge of discomfort and pain.
‘’Fuck,’’ the man groaned and kept fucking her, his hips slamming against Anita’s ass with every thrust. ‘’You’re a perfect little cockslut, ain’t you? Y’were fucking made to take dick.’’
It was so goddamn embarrassing, but the way he talked, it didn’t turn her off at all. If anything, it only heightened the sensations; it made Anita want to show them just how good of a slut she could be. She almost didn’t recognize her own thoughts.
The bed moved again as someone else rested on it. Her head was lifted by her hair and she found herself eye-level with another cock.
‘’Open up, doll,’’ said the man and Anita did, her mouth dropping open obediently. She was a little disoriented, but she to
ok the cock as it was fed to her. She opened her mouth wider and tried not to think about how her weight was supported by one man holding her wrists behind her back and the other holding her hair, and just take what they gave her.
It was easier to lose herself in the moment like this, spit roasted between two cocks and completely powerless as she was. Anita squeezed her eyes shut and focused on her breathing as she had before, letting the man fuck her mouth and use her for his pleasure. Coupled with the other man pounding her pussy, it didn’t feel as bad as it had before; the pleasure made even the burning feeling in her throat feel better.
‘’You wanna fuck her pussy?’’
‘’Don’t mind if I fucking do.’’
Again, the cocks were pulled out of her mouth and pussy suddenly and she was left completely empty. An embarrassing whine escaped her, because she wanted more, it felt like she had just started to enjoy herself.
The men ignored her and she was flipped over to her back. The man wasted no time as he climbed between her legs and sunk in. He threw Anita’s legs over his shoulders before placing his hands on either side of Anita’s head and leaning down, forcing her to nearly bend in half as he started to thrust.
With the new angle, it felt like he was going much, much deeper than the others had. Anita moaned quietly as every thrust seemed to be too intense, both too much and not enough at the same time.
Anita fisted her hands into the sheets and threw her head back, and she knew what it must look like – like she’s truly enjoying it, like she’s about to come just from this. But she was enjoying it and although she wasn’t about to come, she couldn’t deny the thrills of pleasure that flew up her spine with every thrust.
‘’Look at the little slut, she’s real into it,’’ laughed one of the men.
‘’Told you that she’d like it rough. Bet she ain’t ever had a dicking like this.’’
Anita turned her head to face the wall, trying to block their words out. Why the hell did they turn her on even more?
‘’Don’t be shy now,’’ said the man above her. ‘’Show us what a good slut you are. Show us how much you like it.’’
Whimpering, Anita turned her head again and as soon as she had, the man rested one hand on her throat, just like the other man had before – at least Anita thought they were different men, but she couldn’t be sure, she just didn’t know anymore. He squeezed just a little, not enough to choke, but Anita still felt her vision get a little blurry. She almost, almost wanted to beg for more.
‘’Come on, get her on the floor,’’ urged someone and Anita wanted to protest. She didn’t want to get back on the floor, because she was enjoying this, she wanted for the man to keep fucking her, to make her come like this.
But the man pulled out anyway and Anita let out another pitiful sound at the loss of contact. She was pulled to the floor and forced on her knees again and she had half a mind to beg for them, any of them, to fuck her, but someone’s hands found their way into her hair again and another cock was pushed into her mouth. This time, the cock tasted slightly salty and mossy and Anita realized that she was tasting herself on her man’s cock.
The man pulled out and another one pushed his cock in. They set an alternating rhythm, taking turns to fuck into Anita’s mouth. Anita waited for the third man to join, keeping her mouth open wide as the cocks were pushed in and pulled out again.
And then it was only one cock, pushing insistently into her mouth and deep into her throat. Anita didn’t dare to look who it was – as if it mattered – so she kept her eyes closed and took it like she had taken everything else.
Suddenly, come splashed on her face, hitting her nose and eyes and her first instinct was to wipe it off, but the man fucking her mouth didn’t let his rhythm falter for a moment.
‘’Oh, fuck yeah, take it, slut. Fucking take it,’’ said one of the men and whoever was fucking her mouth pulled out. Anita didn’t dare to close her mouth so she kept it open and waited, shivering as she felt the come drip down her face.
More come landed on her face and in her mouth and in her hair, making Anita wince at the texture and the bitter taste in her mouth.
‘’Look at you, doll. You look real lovely covered in cum.’’
‘’Fuck yeah, she does. Real pretty.’’
Anita could feel herself blush furiously. The man holding her hair let go, and she sagged like a puppet with its strings cut. She closed her mouth and swallowed the come, shivering and trying to catch her breath. She was still hopelessly keyed up and turned on, desperate for release, but feeling it slipping further and further away with each passing second as she slowly started to come down from the adrenaline high.
Somebody lifted her head and wiped her face off with a piece of soft cloth. When Anita dared to open her eyes again, she saw that it had been her own underwear.
‘’Say hi to Leo for us, doll,’’ said the man. ‘’Now get dressed and ready for extraction.’’
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