I thought they might stop. I thought maybe they’d had enough of me.
I was wrong.
One of them grabbed my chin roughly, forcing me to look at him while the other kept me spread wide open. My wrists were still bound, my body aching and overstimulated, every nerve already frayed.
“You think we’re done?” he sneered, his thumb smearing spit across my lips. “Not even close.”
He pressed his c**k against my sore entrance again, shoving inside with no hesitation, making me scream from the raw burn. My legs kicked weakly, but they pinned me down with ease.
“Keep fighting,” he taunted, slamming into me so hard my body jerked against the sheets. “Makes it tighter.”
I whimpered, my head rolling back, the belt biting into my wrists as I struggled uselessly. Every thrust was punishment, deep and bru
