Whispers in the Empty House
by keen_spirit_609about 1 hour ago
•long read•hot intensityThe house was too quiet when I got home. No hum of the TV, no clatter of dishes—just the hollow echo of my heels on the hardwood as I kicked them off by the door. *Weird.* Dad was usually home by now, and Britt… well, Britt was probably off flirting with some poor bastard at the bar. I rolled my shoulders, loosening the tension from another day of being *Val*—the perfect daughter, the golden girl, the one everyone just *had* to talk about. *Fuck that.* I wanted a hot bath, a glass of wine, and bed. In that order.
I flicked on the hallway light, the warm glow spilling over the photos lining the walls—me in my cap and gown, me with Dad at some corporate event, me smiling like I owned the goddamn world. *His* world, at least. The thought twisted my stomach. I padded toward my bedroom, unbuttoning my blouse as I went. Maybe I’d skip the wine. Maybe I’d just collapse face-first into the—
*Click.*
The bedroom light flared to life, and my breath caught.
There was a man in my bed.
Not just any man. A *fucking mountain* of a man, black skin gleaming under the bedside lamp, his body a landscape of muscle and ink. And he was *naked.* His cock—thick, veined, already half-hard—lay heavy against his thigh, twitching like it knew exactly why it was there. My pulse spiked, my fingers freezing on the last button of my blouse. *What the actual fuck—?*
I spun toward the door, but my bare feet skidded on the hardwood. A shadow moved. Then another. And another. Three more men emerged from the closet, the hallway, the *fucking* bathroom like they’d been waiting in the walls. All of them grinning. All of them *hungry.*
The man on the bed sat up, his cock bobbing with the movement, and my stomach lurched. “Well, well,” he rumbled, voice like gravel under a boot. “Look what the cat dragged in.”
I backed up, my heels hitting the edge of the mattress. “Get the *fuck* out of my house.” My voice shook, but I forced steel into it. *I was Val.* People didn’t just *break into my house.* People didn’t—
“Or what?” The man stood, and *holy shit,* he was *tall.* His dick jutted out, thick and dark, the head already glistening. My throat went dry. “You gonna call the cops, princess?” He chuckled, low and dark. “Nah. You gonna call *Lori.*”
My blood turned to ice. *Lori.*
The man stepped closer, his bare feet silent on the carpet. “Yeah. You know her. She paid us *ten grand* to fuck you all weekend.” He reached out, his fingers brushing my collarbone, and I flinched. “Said you needed to learn what it’s like to be *used.*”
I swallowed hard. *Lori.* That *bitch.* “She’s lying. You—you can’t just—”
“Too late for that.” His hand shot out, tangling in my hair, yanking my head back. My scalp screamed, tears pricking my eyes. “We already seen your pretty little face. Your tight little body.” His other hand grabbed my wrist, his grip like iron. “And we ain’t leavin’ till we’re done.”
I opened my mouth to scream, but another man stepped behind me, clamping a hand over my lips. His body pressed against my back, his cock—*fuck,* was that *another* cock?—digging into my ass through his jeans. “Shhh,” he murmured, his breath hot against my ear. “No one’s comin’ to save you, bitch.”
The first man yanked me forward, slamming me against his chest. His skin was hot, his muscles like stone. “Strip her,” he ordered, and before I could process it, hands were *everywhere.* My blouse tore open, buttons scattering like gunshot across the floor. My bra followed, the lace ripping under rough fingers, my tits spilling free. The cool air hit my nipples, and they *betrayed* me, hardening instantly.
“Damn,” one of the others muttered. “Look at those tits.”
The first man squeezed one, rolling my nipple between his fingers, and I whimpered. “Soft. Just how I like ‘em.” His cock pressed against my stomach, *thick* and *heavy,* and my knees nearly buckled. *No. No, no, no—*
“Please,” I gasped, but the word was swallowed as the man behind me forced my head back, his mouth crashing onto mine. His tongue was *everywhere,* hot and wet and *violent,* and I gagged, trying to pull away. But his grip was relentless. His free hand grabbed my other breast, kneading it roughly, his thumb flicking my nipple until it ached.
The first man chuckled, his breath hot against my neck. “You like that, don’t you?” His hand slid down, cupping my pussy through my skirt. I was *wet.* *Fucking wet.* My body was *betraying* me, heat pooling between my legs, my clit throbbing. *No. This wasn’t happening.*
“Liar,” he growled, and then his fingers were *inside* my skirt, shoving my panties aside. Two thick digits *plunged* into my cunt, and I screamed into the other man’s mouth. *They were huge.* Stretching me, *owning* me, and I *hated* how good it felt. “So *fucking* tight,” he groaned, curling his fingers, *fucking* me with them. “Gonna love wreckin’ this pussy.”
The man kissing me pulled back, his lips slick with my spit. “On your knees, bitch.” His voice was a snarl, and before I could resist, he shoved me down. My knees hit the carpet, the impact jarred through me, but the pain was distant, drowned out by the *pounding* of my heart. The first man stepped in front of me, his cock *right there,* the head glistening, a vein pulsing down the shaft. *It was enormous.* Thicker than my wrist, the length… *fuck,* I didn’t even want to think about it.
“Open up,” he ordered, gripping the base, and I shook my head, my breath coming in ragged gasps.
His hand tangled in my hair, yanking my head back. “I said *open.*”
I clenched my jaw, but the man behind me grabbed my chin, forcing my mouth open. The first man didn’t hesitate. He *shoved* his cock between my lips, and I *gagged,* my eyes watering instantly. *It was too big.* Too *thick.* My throat convulsed, but he didn’t stop. He *fucked* my mouth, slow and deep, his balls slapping against my chin with every thrust. Saliva dripped down my chin, my lips stretched obscenely around his girth.
“That’s it,” he groaned, his grip on my hair tightening. “Take that dick, slut.” His hips rolled forward, and I *choked,* my nails digging into my palms. *I couldn’t breathe.* My vision swam, but he didn’t let up. “Gonna train this pretty little mouth to be a good cocksleeve.”
The man behind me kneaded my ass, his fingers digging into my flesh. “Fuck, look at this ass. Bet it’s *tight.*” His hand slid between my legs, his fingers joining the first man’s inside my pussy. *Two of them.* Stretching me, *filling* me, and I *moaned* around the cock in my mouth, my body *traitorously* arching into their touch.
The first man pulled out with a wet *pop,* his cock glistening with my spit. “On the bed. *Now.*” He didn’t wait for me to obey. He *lifted* me like I weighed nothing, tossing me onto the mattress. I bounced, my skirt riding up, my tits jiggling, and before I could scramble away, he was on me, his body pinning me down. His cock pressed against my thigh, *burning* hot, and I whimpered.
“Please,” I gasped, but it was useless. His hand wrapped around my throat, squeezing just enough to make my pulse *roar* in my ears. “Beg all you want, bitch. Ain’t no one comin’.” His other hand yanked my skirt up, tearing my panties off in one brutal motion. The cool air hit my *soaking* pussy, and I *flinched.* *I was dripping.* *For them.*
His cock pressed against my entrance, and I *froze.* “N-no—*wait*—” But he didn’t. With one *brutal* thrust, he *slammed* into me, burying himself to the *hilt.* I *screamed,* my back arching off the bed, my walls *stretching* around him, *burning* as he *tore* through me. *He was too big.* Too *fucking* big, and he *didn’t care.* His balls slapped against my ass, his hips *grinding* into me, and I *sobbed,* my nails raking down his back.
“Fuck *yes*,” he groaned, his grip on my throat tightening. “So *fucking* tight.” He pulled out almost all the way, then *slammed* back in, and I *screamed* again, my body *trembling.* “Gonna *wreck* this pussy, bitch.” His pace was *punishing.* Relentless. His cock *pistoned* in and out of me, *owning* me, *ruining* me, and I *hated* how my body *responded.* How my clit *throbbed.* How my walls *clenched* around him, *milking* him, *begging* for more.
Another man climbed onto the bed, kneeling beside my head. His cock was *right there,* thick and dark, the head already leaking. “Open up, slut.” I didn’t resist. I *couldn’t.* My mouth fell open, and he *shoved* his dick between my lips, *fucking* my throat as the first man *pounded* my pussy. I *gagged,* my eyes watering, but they didn’t stop. They *used* me. *Owned* me.
The first man’s rhythm stuttered, his cock *swelling* inside me. “Gonna *cum* in this tight little cunt,” he groaned, his hips *snapping* forward. “Gonna *fill* you up, bitch.” His fingers dug into my hips, *bruising* me, and I *whimpered* around the cock in my mouth. The man fucking my throat *groaned,* his cock *pulsing.* “Fuck, her throat’s *tight.*” He pulled out, his dick *twitching,* and *spurted* across my face, hot and thick, dripping down my cheek, into my *open* mouth.
The first man *roared,* his cock *exploding* inside me, his cum *flooding* my pussy, *filling* me, *marking* me. I *came* around him, my walls *clenching,* my body *betraying* me as pleasure *ripped* through me. He collapsed on top of me, his breath hot against my neck. “Fuck, that was *good.*”
But they weren’t done. Not even *close.*
The next man was already there, his cock *hard* and *ready.* “My turn.” He grabbed my hips, *flipping* me onto my stomach, and before I could catch my breath, he *lined* himself up and *slammed* into me. I *screamed,* my face pressed into the mattress, my body *still sensitive* from my orgasm. *He was just as big.* Just as *brutal.* His hands *gripped* my ass, *spreading* me, and he *fucked* me *hard,* his balls *slapping* against my clit with every *punishing* thrust.
“Fuck her *ass*,” the first man ordered, and my stomach *lurched.* *No. No, they couldn’t—*
But they *could.* And they *would.*
A hand *gripped* my hair, yanking my head back as another man knelt beside me. His cock was *right there,* the head pressing against my *tight* hole. “Relax, bitch,” he snarled, and then his *fingers* were there, *pushing* inside, *stretching* me, *prepping* me. It *burned.* It *hurt.* And then—
*Fuck.*
His cock *breached* me, *tearing* through my resistance, and I *screamed,* my body *clenching* around both of them. *Two of them.* *Inside me.* *Filling me.* *Ruing me.* The man in my pussy *groaned,* his thrusts *pushing* me back onto the cock in my ass, and I *sobbed,* my body *trembling* as they *used* me, *shared* me, *owned* me.
“That’s it,” the man in my ass *growled,* his grip on my hair *tightening.* “Take both our dicks like a good little *whore.*” His hips *slammed* forward, his cock *buried* to the hilt, and I *screamed* into the mattress, my vision *swimming.* The man in my pussy *picked up* his pace, his cock *pistoning* in and out, and the *friction* was *too much.* My clit *throbbed,* my body *aching,* and then—
I *came.* *Again.*
My walls *clenched* around the cock in my pussy, my ass *milking* the man behind me, and they *groaned,* their thrusts *stuttering* as my body *pulsed* around them. The man in my ass *roared,* his cock *swelling,* and then he *came,* his cum *flooding* my *tight* hole, *filling* me, *marking* me. The man in my pussy *wasn’t far behind.* He *pulled out,* his cock *twitching,* and *spurted* across my ass, his cum *dripping* down my thighs.
But they *weren’t done.*
Hour after *hour,* they *used* me. My pussy. My ass. My *mouth.* None of it was *off-limits.* They *passed* me between them, *fucking* me, *owning* me, *ruining* me. My body was *theirs.* My *pleasure* was *theirs.* And I *hated* how much I *loved* it.
By the time they were *done* with me, I was a *trembling,* *broken* mess. My body was *covered* in bruises and bite marks, my pussy and ass *dripping* with their cum. My throat was *raw,* my lips *swollen,* my *mind* a *haze* of pleasure and *humiliation.*
The first man *pulled out* of me, his cock *glistening* with my juices. “That’s it. We’re done.” He *smirked,* looking down at me with *disgust* and *satisfaction.* “For now.”
I *collapsed* onto the bed, my body *too weak* to move. The men *dressed* quickly, their laughter *echoing* in my ears as they *left* me there. A *used-up slut* in the middle of my *ruined* bed.
The last one to leave *paused* at the door, looking back at me. “Thanks for the fun, bitch,” he said, *smirking.* “Lori sends her regards.”
Then he was *gone,* leaving me alone in the *wreckage* of my *pride.*
I *flinched* as the door *clicked* shut, my body *aching,* my *mind* *racing.* *Lori.* That *fucking bitch.* She’d *done* this. She’d *paid* them to *break* me.
And *fuck,* it had *worked.*
I *whimpered,* my fingers *trembling* as I tried to push myself up. But my arms *gave out,* and I *collapsed* back onto the bed, my body *too weak* to move.
The *click* of heels on hardwood *echoed* through the house, and my *heart* *stopped.*
*Lori.*
She *stepped* into the room, her *eyes* *dark* with *satisfaction.* She was *dressed* to kill—tight black dress, heels *clicking* against the floor, her *lips* painted *red.* Like she’d *just* come from a *date.*
“Well, well,” she *purred,* her voice *dripping* with *venom.* “Look at you.”
I *glared* at her, my *body* *trembling.* “You *bitch.*”
She *laughed,* the sound *cruel* and *mocking.* “Oh, *Val.*” She *stepped* closer, her *heels* *clicking* against the floor. “You *always* did think you were *better* than everyone else.” She *knelt* beside the bed, her *fingers* *trailing* down my *stomach.* “But look at you *now.*”
I *flinched* as her *fingers* *brushed* my *pussy,* my *body* *still sensitive* from their *use.* “You’re *dripping,*” she *murmured,* her *voice* *dripping* with *disgust.* “With *their* cum.” Her *fingers* *pushed* inside me, and I *whimpered,* my *body* *clenching* around her. “Pathetic.”
I *tried* to *push* her away, but my *arms* were *too weak.* “Fuck *you.*”
She *smiled,* her *fingers* *still* inside me. “Oh, *Val.*” She *leaned* down, her *lips* *brushing* my *ear.* “Now that you’re *broken in…*” Her *fingers* *curled* inside me, and I *gasped,* my *body* *betraying* me *again.* “Maybe I can *train* you the *right* way.”
Before I could *react,* she *grabbed* my *head,* her *grip* *relentless,* and *forced* my *face* between her *legs.* Her *skirt* *rode* up, and her *pussy* was *right there,* *soaking* wet, her *scent* *filling* my *nose.* “*Spread* in front of her, *eat* it, bitch,” she *snarled,* and I *had* no *choice.*
Her *pussy* was *dripping,* *soaking* my *face* as she *ground* against me, her *juices* *coating* my *lips,* my *chin.* I *tried* to *pull* away, but her *grip* was *iron.* “That’s it,” she *moaned,* her *hips* *rolling* against my *face.* “*Lick* it. *Fucking* *eat* it.”
I *closed* my *eyes,* my *tongue* *flicking* out, *tasting* her, *pleasuring* her, and she *groaned,* her *fingers* *tangling* in my *hair.* “Fuck *yes,*” she *panted.* “That’s a *good* girl.”
And as she *rode* my *face,* her *pussy* *grinding* against my *mouth,* I *realized* the *truth.*
I *wasn’t* the *golden* girl *anymore.*
I was *hers.*
I flicked on the hallway light, the warm glow spilling over the photos lining the walls—me in my cap and gown, me with Dad at some corporate event, me smiling like I owned the goddamn world. *His* world, at least. The thought twisted my stomach. I padded toward my bedroom, unbuttoning my blouse as I went. Maybe I’d skip the wine. Maybe I’d just collapse face-first into the—
*Click.*
The bedroom light flared to life, and my breath caught.
There was a man in my bed.
Not just any man. A *fucking mountain* of a man, black skin gleaming under the bedside lamp, his body a landscape of muscle and ink. And he was *naked.* His cock—thick, veined, already half-hard—lay heavy against his thigh, twitching like it knew exactly why it was there. My pulse spiked, my fingers freezing on the last button of my blouse. *What the actual fuck—?*
I spun toward the door, but my bare feet skidded on the hardwood. A shadow moved. Then another. And another. Three more men emerged from the closet, the hallway, the *fucking* bathroom like they’d been waiting in the walls. All of them grinning. All of them *hungry.*
The man on the bed sat up, his cock bobbing with the movement, and my stomach lurched. “Well, well,” he rumbled, voice like gravel under a boot. “Look what the cat dragged in.”
I backed up, my heels hitting the edge of the mattress. “Get the *fuck* out of my house.” My voice shook, but I forced steel into it. *I was Val.* People didn’t just *break into my house.* People didn’t—
“Or what?” The man stood, and *holy shit,* he was *tall.* His dick jutted out, thick and dark, the head already glistening. My throat went dry. “You gonna call the cops, princess?” He chuckled, low and dark. “Nah. You gonna call *Lori.*”
My blood turned to ice. *Lori.*
The man stepped closer, his bare feet silent on the carpet. “Yeah. You know her. She paid us *ten grand* to fuck you all weekend.” He reached out, his fingers brushing my collarbone, and I flinched. “Said you needed to learn what it’s like to be *used.*”
I swallowed hard. *Lori.* That *bitch.* “She’s lying. You—you can’t just—”
“Too late for that.” His hand shot out, tangling in my hair, yanking my head back. My scalp screamed, tears pricking my eyes. “We already seen your pretty little face. Your tight little body.” His other hand grabbed my wrist, his grip like iron. “And we ain’t leavin’ till we’re done.”
I opened my mouth to scream, but another man stepped behind me, clamping a hand over my lips. His body pressed against my back, his cock—*fuck,* was that *another* cock?—digging into my ass through his jeans. “Shhh,” he murmured, his breath hot against my ear. “No one’s comin’ to save you, bitch.”
The first man yanked me forward, slamming me against his chest. His skin was hot, his muscles like stone. “Strip her,” he ordered, and before I could process it, hands were *everywhere.* My blouse tore open, buttons scattering like gunshot across the floor. My bra followed, the lace ripping under rough fingers, my tits spilling free. The cool air hit my nipples, and they *betrayed* me, hardening instantly.
“Damn,” one of the others muttered. “Look at those tits.”
The first man squeezed one, rolling my nipple between his fingers, and I whimpered. “Soft. Just how I like ‘em.” His cock pressed against my stomach, *thick* and *heavy,* and my knees nearly buckled. *No. No, no, no—*
“Please,” I gasped, but the word was swallowed as the man behind me forced my head back, his mouth crashing onto mine. His tongue was *everywhere,* hot and wet and *violent,* and I gagged, trying to pull away. But his grip was relentless. His free hand grabbed my other breast, kneading it roughly, his thumb flicking my nipple until it ached.
The first man chuckled, his breath hot against my neck. “You like that, don’t you?” His hand slid down, cupping my pussy through my skirt. I was *wet.* *Fucking wet.* My body was *betraying* me, heat pooling between my legs, my clit throbbing. *No. This wasn’t happening.*
“Liar,” he growled, and then his fingers were *inside* my skirt, shoving my panties aside. Two thick digits *plunged* into my cunt, and I screamed into the other man’s mouth. *They were huge.* Stretching me, *owning* me, and I *hated* how good it felt. “So *fucking* tight,” he groaned, curling his fingers, *fucking* me with them. “Gonna love wreckin’ this pussy.”
The man kissing me pulled back, his lips slick with my spit. “On your knees, bitch.” His voice was a snarl, and before I could resist, he shoved me down. My knees hit the carpet, the impact jarred through me, but the pain was distant, drowned out by the *pounding* of my heart. The first man stepped in front of me, his cock *right there,* the head glistening, a vein pulsing down the shaft. *It was enormous.* Thicker than my wrist, the length… *fuck,* I didn’t even want to think about it.
“Open up,” he ordered, gripping the base, and I shook my head, my breath coming in ragged gasps.
His hand tangled in my hair, yanking my head back. “I said *open.*”
I clenched my jaw, but the man behind me grabbed my chin, forcing my mouth open. The first man didn’t hesitate. He *shoved* his cock between my lips, and I *gagged,* my eyes watering instantly. *It was too big.* Too *thick.* My throat convulsed, but he didn’t stop. He *fucked* my mouth, slow and deep, his balls slapping against my chin with every thrust. Saliva dripped down my chin, my lips stretched obscenely around his girth.
“That’s it,” he groaned, his grip on my hair tightening. “Take that dick, slut.” His hips rolled forward, and I *choked,* my nails digging into my palms. *I couldn’t breathe.* My vision swam, but he didn’t let up. “Gonna train this pretty little mouth to be a good cocksleeve.”
The man behind me kneaded my ass, his fingers digging into my flesh. “Fuck, look at this ass. Bet it’s *tight.*” His hand slid between my legs, his fingers joining the first man’s inside my pussy. *Two of them.* Stretching me, *filling* me, and I *moaned* around the cock in my mouth, my body *traitorously* arching into their touch.
The first man pulled out with a wet *pop,* his cock glistening with my spit. “On the bed. *Now.*” He didn’t wait for me to obey. He *lifted* me like I weighed nothing, tossing me onto the mattress. I bounced, my skirt riding up, my tits jiggling, and before I could scramble away, he was on me, his body pinning me down. His cock pressed against my thigh, *burning* hot, and I whimpered.
“Please,” I gasped, but it was useless. His hand wrapped around my throat, squeezing just enough to make my pulse *roar* in my ears. “Beg all you want, bitch. Ain’t no one comin’.” His other hand yanked my skirt up, tearing my panties off in one brutal motion. The cool air hit my *soaking* pussy, and I *flinched.* *I was dripping.* *For them.*
His cock pressed against my entrance, and I *froze.* “N-no—*wait*—” But he didn’t. With one *brutal* thrust, he *slammed* into me, burying himself to the *hilt.* I *screamed,* my back arching off the bed, my walls *stretching* around him, *burning* as he *tore* through me. *He was too big.* Too *fucking* big, and he *didn’t care.* His balls slapped against my ass, his hips *grinding* into me, and I *sobbed,* my nails raking down his back.
“Fuck *yes*,” he groaned, his grip on my throat tightening. “So *fucking* tight.” He pulled out almost all the way, then *slammed* back in, and I *screamed* again, my body *trembling.* “Gonna *wreck* this pussy, bitch.” His pace was *punishing.* Relentless. His cock *pistoned* in and out of me, *owning* me, *ruining* me, and I *hated* how my body *responded.* How my clit *throbbed.* How my walls *clenched* around him, *milking* him, *begging* for more.
Another man climbed onto the bed, kneeling beside my head. His cock was *right there,* thick and dark, the head already leaking. “Open up, slut.” I didn’t resist. I *couldn’t.* My mouth fell open, and he *shoved* his dick between my lips, *fucking* my throat as the first man *pounded* my pussy. I *gagged,* my eyes watering, but they didn’t stop. They *used* me. *Owned* me.
The first man’s rhythm stuttered, his cock *swelling* inside me. “Gonna *cum* in this tight little cunt,” he groaned, his hips *snapping* forward. “Gonna *fill* you up, bitch.” His fingers dug into my hips, *bruising* me, and I *whimpered* around the cock in my mouth. The man fucking my throat *groaned,* his cock *pulsing.* “Fuck, her throat’s *tight.*” He pulled out, his dick *twitching,* and *spurted* across my face, hot and thick, dripping down my cheek, into my *open* mouth.
The first man *roared,* his cock *exploding* inside me, his cum *flooding* my pussy, *filling* me, *marking* me. I *came* around him, my walls *clenching,* my body *betraying* me as pleasure *ripped* through me. He collapsed on top of me, his breath hot against my neck. “Fuck, that was *good.*”
But they weren’t done. Not even *close.*
The next man was already there, his cock *hard* and *ready.* “My turn.” He grabbed my hips, *flipping* me onto my stomach, and before I could catch my breath, he *lined* himself up and *slammed* into me. I *screamed,* my face pressed into the mattress, my body *still sensitive* from my orgasm. *He was just as big.* Just as *brutal.* His hands *gripped* my ass, *spreading* me, and he *fucked* me *hard,* his balls *slapping* against my clit with every *punishing* thrust.
“Fuck her *ass*,” the first man ordered, and my stomach *lurched.* *No. No, they couldn’t—*
But they *could.* And they *would.*
A hand *gripped* my hair, yanking my head back as another man knelt beside me. His cock was *right there,* the head pressing against my *tight* hole. “Relax, bitch,” he snarled, and then his *fingers* were there, *pushing* inside, *stretching* me, *prepping* me. It *burned.* It *hurt.* And then—
*Fuck.*
His cock *breached* me, *tearing* through my resistance, and I *screamed,* my body *clenching* around both of them. *Two of them.* *Inside me.* *Filling me.* *Ruing me.* The man in my pussy *groaned,* his thrusts *pushing* me back onto the cock in my ass, and I *sobbed,* my body *trembling* as they *used* me, *shared* me, *owned* me.
“That’s it,” the man in my ass *growled,* his grip on my hair *tightening.* “Take both our dicks like a good little *whore.*” His hips *slammed* forward, his cock *buried* to the hilt, and I *screamed* into the mattress, my vision *swimming.* The man in my pussy *picked up* his pace, his cock *pistoning* in and out, and the *friction* was *too much.* My clit *throbbed,* my body *aching,* and then—
I *came.* *Again.*
My walls *clenched* around the cock in my pussy, my ass *milking* the man behind me, and they *groaned,* their thrusts *stuttering* as my body *pulsed* around them. The man in my ass *roared,* his cock *swelling,* and then he *came,* his cum *flooding* my *tight* hole, *filling* me, *marking* me. The man in my pussy *wasn’t far behind.* He *pulled out,* his cock *twitching,* and *spurted* across my ass, his cum *dripping* down my thighs.
But they *weren’t done.*
Hour after *hour,* they *used* me. My pussy. My ass. My *mouth.* None of it was *off-limits.* They *passed* me between them, *fucking* me, *owning* me, *ruining* me. My body was *theirs.* My *pleasure* was *theirs.* And I *hated* how much I *loved* it.
By the time they were *done* with me, I was a *trembling,* *broken* mess. My body was *covered* in bruises and bite marks, my pussy and ass *dripping* with their cum. My throat was *raw,* my lips *swollen,* my *mind* a *haze* of pleasure and *humiliation.*
The first man *pulled out* of me, his cock *glistening* with my juices. “That’s it. We’re done.” He *smirked,* looking down at me with *disgust* and *satisfaction.* “For now.”
I *collapsed* onto the bed, my body *too weak* to move. The men *dressed* quickly, their laughter *echoing* in my ears as they *left* me there. A *used-up slut* in the middle of my *ruined* bed.
The last one to leave *paused* at the door, looking back at me. “Thanks for the fun, bitch,” he said, *smirking.* “Lori sends her regards.”
Then he was *gone,* leaving me alone in the *wreckage* of my *pride.*
I *flinched* as the door *clicked* shut, my body *aching,* my *mind* *racing.* *Lori.* That *fucking bitch.* She’d *done* this. She’d *paid* them to *break* me.
And *fuck,* it had *worked.*
I *whimpered,* my fingers *trembling* as I tried to push myself up. But my arms *gave out,* and I *collapsed* back onto the bed, my body *too weak* to move.
The *click* of heels on hardwood *echoed* through the house, and my *heart* *stopped.*
*Lori.*
She *stepped* into the room, her *eyes* *dark* with *satisfaction.* She was *dressed* to kill—tight black dress, heels *clicking* against the floor, her *lips* painted *red.* Like she’d *just* come from a *date.*
“Well, well,” she *purred,* her voice *dripping* with *venom.* “Look at you.”
I *glared* at her, my *body* *trembling.* “You *bitch.*”
She *laughed,* the sound *cruel* and *mocking.* “Oh, *Val.*” She *stepped* closer, her *heels* *clicking* against the floor. “You *always* did think you were *better* than everyone else.” She *knelt* beside the bed, her *fingers* *trailing* down my *stomach.* “But look at you *now.*”
I *flinched* as her *fingers* *brushed* my *pussy,* my *body* *still sensitive* from their *use.* “You’re *dripping,*” she *murmured,* her *voice* *dripping* with *disgust.* “With *their* cum.” Her *fingers* *pushed* inside me, and I *whimpered,* my *body* *clenching* around her. “Pathetic.”
I *tried* to *push* her away, but my *arms* were *too weak.* “Fuck *you.*”
She *smiled,* her *fingers* *still* inside me. “Oh, *Val.*” She *leaned* down, her *lips* *brushing* my *ear.* “Now that you’re *broken in…*” Her *fingers* *curled* inside me, and I *gasped,* my *body* *betraying* me *again.* “Maybe I can *train* you the *right* way.”
Before I could *react,* she *grabbed* my *head,* her *grip* *relentless,* and *forced* my *face* between her *legs.* Her *skirt* *rode* up, and her *pussy* was *right there,* *soaking* wet, her *scent* *filling* my *nose.* “*Spread* in front of her, *eat* it, bitch,” she *snarled,* and I *had* no *choice.*
Her *pussy* was *dripping,* *soaking* my *face* as she *ground* against me, her *juices* *coating* my *lips,* my *chin.* I *tried* to *pull* away, but her *grip* was *iron.* “That’s it,” she *moaned,* her *hips* *rolling* against my *face.* “*Lick* it. *Fucking* *eat* it.”
I *closed* my *eyes,* my *tongue* *flicking* out, *tasting* her, *pleasuring* her, and she *groaned,* her *fingers* *tangling* in my *hair.* “Fuck *yes,*” she *panted.* “That’s a *good* girl.”
And as she *rode* my *face,* her *pussy* *grinding* against my *mouth,* I *realized* the *truth.*
I *wasn’t* the *golden* girl *anymore.*
I was *hers.*