VELVET DESIRES: An Erotic Anthology

STEP UNCLE'S PET #6

The stage lights burned down on my face as I tried to shield my face from the rays.

It was “Feast Night” at The Den, it was their most depraved monthly event. And I had been chosen as the centerpiece.

They displayed me like a broken toy on the raised circular platform in the middle of the main hall, my wrists and ankles were locked in thick leather cuffs bolted to the floor, forcing me in all-fours position with her knees spread painfully wide and my back arched.

A thick metal ring gag stretched my mouth open as drool poured down my chin and onto the stage. The silver n****e clamps with teeth bit into my n*****s, it was connected by a chain that tugged viciously every time I tried to move. A large vibrating plug buzzed deep in my ass and another powerful vibrator was taped directly over her swollen c**t.

My entire body felt like it was vibrating as more than thirty men surrounded the platform, drinks in hand, eyes hungry.

The nightmare began without mercy.

The first client, a massive, sweaty man grabbed my hips and rammed his thick c**k into my p***y in one savage thrust. I screamed around the gag as he pounded into me without rhythm, before I could catch my breath, another man shoved his c**k straight down her forced-open throat, f*****g my face brutally.

Two more men knelt beside me, slapping my hanging t**s hard and yanking on the n****e clamps until blood trickled down my breasts.

They used me like meat. Man after man rotated through my holes, some f****d my p***y until it was gaping and frothy with c*m while others preferred her ass, stretching the already buzzing hole until I sobbed uncontrollably.

Double penetration became triple as they forced two c***s into my p***y at once while a third used my throat. They spat on me, slapped my face, choked and laughed at me as the vibrators forced me to c*m again and again against my will, my body convulsed shamefully while the crowd cheered.

At one point they flipped me onto her back, my legs pulled wide and chained upward as they ran a full train on me. Load after load was pumped into my p***y and ass, some pulled out just to paint my already bruised t**s, stomach, and face. One older man even pissed directly into my open mouth while others filmed it on their phones.

By the time the third wave ended, I was unrecognizable, I was covered in c*m, sweat and tears. I was trembling uncontrollably, my holes were red, swollen and leaking constantly. Tears mixed with semen on my face and my voice was completely gone from screaming.

The vibrators kept buzzing, drawing out smaller, painful orgasms from my overstimulated body long after most of the men had finished.

When the event finally concluded, I was barely conscious as I laid there like a stack of used newspapers.

A shadow loomed over me blocking the stage lights, I managed to pry my open and it was Damien Vale. He stepped onto the stage, paid an exorbitant amount for the rest of the night, and carried my broken body away.

At this point I was praying for death to take me because I couldn't stomach any of this.

In his luxurious top-floor suite, Damien carried me straight into the large marble shower and stood me under the hot spray. My legs gave out under me but he held me up with one strong arm. His hands moved over my body washing away layers of dried c*m, spit, and sweat.

When his fingers brushed over my raw, gaping p***y, I whimpered pathetically.

“Such a well-used little w***e tonight,” he growled against her ear. His voice was darker, rougher than anything Silas had ever sounded. “Look at this sloppy, ruined cunt. Still dripping with other men’s loads.”

Without warning, he bent me forward against the wet marble wall and slammed his thick c**k into my sore p***y. I cried out hoarsely as he f****d me with brutal strokes harder, each thrust felt like it was trying to split me open again.

His hand fisted tightly in my wet hair, yanking her head back while his other hand slapped my ass hard, leaving fresh red marks over the old bruises.

But even in the violence, there were strange flickers of care. At least what I thought was his version of care.

Between savage thrusts, he would lean down and press surprisingly soft kisses along my shoulder. He’d whispered filthy praise against my skin “Good girl… taking my c**k so well after all those animals” while still destroying me.

When he finally came, he buried himself to the hilt and flooded my p***y with a deep, satisfied groan, holding my trembling body tight against him as I shook.

Afterward, he dried and carried me to the huge bed. He pulled me against his chest, one arm wrapped around my waist while his other hand lazily stroked my swollen, leaking p***y. His fingers occasionally pushed inside me, stirring the mess and keeping me on edge even as exhaustion pulled at me.

“Tell me the truth,” he said with a low and commanding voice. “Who owned you before this place? I want the real story, Naya. All of it.”

Between broken sobs and whimpers I told him everything I don't know why I did it, about my father’s death, being handed to my step-uncle Silas and how Kai had joined in, the months of being their personal cumdump, and how Silas had eventually sold me like livestock.

Damien listened in silence, his fingers still slowly f*****g me sore hole. When I finished, the room was quiet for a long time.

“I know men like your Silas,” he finally murmured, his tone cold and dangerous. “Powerful. Arrogant. They think they can throw girls away when they’re done.” He squeezed my p***y possessively. “One day, I could help you destroy them, Naya. Make them suffer everything they did to you… and worse.” My heart stuttered lightly.

“But nothing is free,” Damien continued, his voice getting deeper and darker. “If I help you get your revenge, you will belong to me. Not for a night or for a year. Permanently. My property, my w***e, my weapon when I need one. You will never be free of me.”

He kissed the top of my head almost tenderly while his fingers curled cruelly inside me, which made a gasp escape my lips.

“Think about it carefully, little broken girl. You have time.”

I laid there in his arms, my body aching and destroyed, my mind spinning with pain, humiliation and something dangerously close to hope as he continued fingering me.

For the first time since my nightmare began, revenge felt possible and I was going to make sure I get my revenge.

Even if the price was selling my soul to another devil.