Taker is covered in my blood, rubbing it all over my body as he rapes me. He slaps my tits, marking them with red. “Cry slut.” He mocks me, faking a crying face as he rears back and plunges into my broken pussy again and again and again.

I can hear the sloshing, the wet sounds of my virginity as he churns it in me.

A shiver runs deep in my spine, and I clench my eyes forcing myself to not enjoy it, but my body can’t deny something it’s never experienced before.

A tingling sensation dances over my spine, eliciting goosebumps. Taker is relentless, straight in straight out. Never rolling his hips. Never stopping until he’s had his fill of me.

He pulls out, his blood-coated cock pulsating as he strokes it. His cum lands on my stomach, and he moans as he rubs it in, mixing his seed with my blood.

Then, Taker gets up.

IV. Choke

PART 4

CHOKE

“Get the blood off the bitch before I fuck her.” Choke orders Taker.

Kane nods, “I will.” He tells them. Not wanting anyone to clean me but him.

But Taker shakes his head, swiping his hand across my pussy to gather more blood, he steps aside and jacks off his still hard dick with it. He’s using my stolen virginity as lube, and the sight sickens me.

Kane returns from my bathroom with a wet rag and carefully wipes my body clean, washing my tits and pussy with the cold unforgiving water. Before he hands me off to his friend, he slaps my pussy. Hard. “Clean as a whistle, Choke.”

Oh, no. He’s going to choke me. The names. I keep forgetting the names correlate. Blade has had his knife out this entire time, so his is obvious. But I can’t figure out Daze. I don’t know what his thing is yet, and Kane. Oh, Kane, what could his sick twisted mind want from me.

“I enjoy,” Choke slides in between my forced open legs, licking his lips. “taking a bitch to the brink of death.” His hand wraps around my throat. I slap the itchy restraints, nearly passing out. Then, he releases, and I gasp. “before bringing her back.”

My lips tingle when he chokes me for far too long, the sensation unusual and terrifying. But I never once pass out, he never lets it get there. “Fuck, I love it when their lips turn a hint of blue.” He whispers.

“Please.” I try to speak, but it comes out as a wheeze.

This makes him smile, “Please, baby, please beg. I love hearing the guttural sounds of a woman pleading for her life.”

And so, I shut up and take it. Not giving him the satisfaction he so desperately wants.