VELVET DESIRES: An Erotic Anthology

STEP UNCLE'S PET #7

Eight months in hell had turned me into something I barely recognized.

I wasn’t the crying, broken girl Silas and Kai had sold anymore. The Den had carved the weakness out of me, leaving only sharp edges and ice-cold rage.

Damien owned most of my nights now, I had become one of the most requested girls on the VIP floor and almost no one touched me anymore without his permission.

But tonight…. Tonight was different.

Voss had demanded one last public performance before Damien sealed the deal. “Feast Night” again. The crowd was even larger this time.

Tonight was my last Feast Night, and they made sure it would be the most depraved one yet.

They didn’t just chain me down, they turned me into a complete f**k-object.

I was strapped onto a specially designed breeding bench in the center of the stage.

My upper body was bent forward sharply, my wrists locked behind my back in heavy metal cuffs connected to a chain that pulled my arms painfully. Thick leather belts strapped my torso down, keeping me completely immobile and my legs were forced wide apart and locked into stirrups that spread me, my knees bent high so both my p***y and ass were fully exposed and elevated.

A thick leather collar with O-rings kept my head pulled back, forcing my mouth open and available. They had already shoved a massive inflatable plug up my ass and pumped it until I felt like I was going to tear, then taped a powerful vibrator directly over my c**t.

I couldn’t move even an inch as the men descended on me like savages.

The first group wasted no time. Three thick c***s forced their way into my mouth at once, stretching my lips painfully as they took turns brutally f*****g my throat. I gagged and choked, drool pouring down my chin while two others slammed into my p***y together, stretching me to the limit.

Another man yanked the plug out of my ass only to replace it with his c**k, then two more tried forcing their way in alongside him, the burning stretch made me scream around the c***s in my mouth.

They used every hole without mercy. They fisted my c*m-filled p***y when they got bored, punching deep while laughing at how easily my wrecked cunt took it. They pissed on me constantly hot streams hitting my face, filling my open mouth, splashing over my t**s and down my spread p***y while others kept f*****g me. Load after load of thick semen was pumped into me until it squirted out with every thrust.

They brought out more toys. They clamped my n*****s with heavy weights that tugged viciously every time my body jerked. They caned my ass and the soles of my feet until I was sobbing uncontrollably, someone shoved a bottle of beer up my ass and shook it, making me spray everywhere while the crowd cheered.

I lost count of how many men used me. Ten. Twenty. Maybe more. My p***y and ass were gaping ruined messes, constantly leaking a filthy mixture of c*m, piss, and squirt. My face was glazed in layers of semen, my throat burned and my body was covered in bruises, welts, handprints, and bite marks.

They kept the vibrators going the entire time, forcing me to c*m over and over again even as I broke. I was shaking, twitching, crying, and drooling like a brainless w***e by the end and my voice was completely gone.

Through it all, Damien watched from the edge of the stage with dark, possessive eyes. All I could do was whimper and convulse as the last few men used my limp, destroyed body as a urinal and c*m dump as they used me for nearly two hours straight.

I lay there in a massive puddle of bodily fluids broken, filthy, and utterly used when it finally ended.

Then Damien stepped onto the stage.

He paid a fortune to Voss, Voss laughed and signed the papers right there. I was officially his now, his propert, his w***e.

Back in his suite, He threw me onto the bed on my back, I was still covered in other men’s c*m and he f****d me with savage, punishing strokes. His hand wrapped around my throat as he drove into my sore and gaping p***y.

“You’re mine now,” he growled, slamming into me harder. “Say it.”

“I’m yours,” I gasped with a raw voice.

“Look at this sloppy, ruined cunt,” he growled, choking me harder. “Still full of other men’s loads while I f**k you. You’re nothing but a cumdump, Naya. My cumdump.”

He pulled out and forced himself into my sore ass, I let out a scream as he f****d me mercilessly, slapping my ass raw, yanking my hair, calling me every filthy name while pounding me deeper. The pain mixed with unwanted pleasure until I came again, sobbing around his c**k.

When he finally exploded inside my ass, he held me tight, breathing hard against my neck. Then came the strange tenderness that always f****d with my head he washed me carefully, his big hands surprisingly gentle as they cleaned the mess from my body.

Later, he laid me on his bed and pulled me against his chest. His fingers lazily played with my swollen, leaking p***y as he spoke.

“You endured all of them tonight like a perfect little toy,” he murmured. “I’m proud of you.” I looked up at him, my voice barely a whisper.

“I want them to suffer,” I whispered. “I want them to feel everything they did to me.” Damien smiled slowly, almost proud.

His eyes darkened as he pushed three fingers deep into my sore cunt, curling them roughly.

“I can make that happen. I have the power, the connections, but you already know the price.” He leaned down, lips brushing my ear.

“After I help you destroy them, you will belong to me forever. No escape, no freedom. You will be my personal w***e and my property until the day you die. You will spread your legs whenever I want, suck my c**k whenever I command, and warm my bed every single night. Say it.” I didn’t even hesitate.

“I accept,” I whispered, voice shaking. “I’m yours. Forever.”

Damien smiled, then kissed me possessively.

The next morning, I walked out of The Den by his side and I was ready to make them pay.