Even as my heat died, it didn't stop the men from taking what they wanted from my body. Of course, it didn't. I knew even if I asked them to stop, they wouldn't. Even if I could speak, they would not listen. I had asked for this. My body still betrayed me even though my heat was dying. I still thrust my hips to meet the men and sucked my mouth like I was dying of thirst. Slowly, though, the men started to run from the room.
The building shook with power, and more men fled. Until all that was left was the man who had stolen me from my home. He was lying on the bed, holding the chains close to my wrists above his head while I was on top of him. He spanked my ass and c**t so hard I thought I would bleed. I cried out in pain each time, but that only seemed to make him hit harder until each on
