I squeeze her tits, leaving marks all over her weak, feeble body.

She’s ours for the fucking taking.

MACEY

I wake with a gasp, my blurry vision coming to. Daze’s head is rolled back as he fucks my tired, limp body.

I look to the clock. He’s been doing this to me for forty-five minutes, oh my God. I thought it had been maybe five. How. How is this happening.

I’ve never even put a finger up there, and now in one night I’ve had three dicks forced inside of me. With two more yet to come. I look over to Kane, catching sight of him watching my face, licking his lips.

He’s so disturbingly handsome, and just thinking that makes me angry. But none of this feels real. It feels like I’m floating, like my eyes have been fluttering for hours.

Daze realizes I’m awake and it annoys him, he cuts off my oxygen and when I go still and he’s thinking he’s knocked me out he continues his assault on my body. But I’m awake, just keeping my eyes closed and my body limp. I don’t want to pass out again, I don’t want to feel him sucking the life from me.

Daze’s fingertips twist my nipples relentlessly.

Unlike Taker, Daze has rhythm. He rolls his hips, and my body betrays me. I can hear my juices gushing against his pulsing cock. Warm and wet, thick, and veiny. Fuck this isn’t good. I shouldn’t be lying here like this, but what else am I supposed to do?

I’m already sore, so fucking sore. It feels like I’ve been ripped somewhere down there.

I keep pretending like I’m passed out. What if he goes too far? What if he kills me? Will they just rape my lifeless body. Taking their turns filling all of my holes as my body grows cold?

Somewhere in my sick, twisted mind or out of pure trauma, I decide to try to enjoy what’s happening to me.

I attempt not to squint my eyes when it gets painful, letting my body flail and bounce up and down as he pushes himself inside of me. “Good little whore, look at you, taking my cock like a good girl.” Of course I am, you think I’m knocked out. I bounce and bounce, my head slamming into the wooden headboard over and over again as you rape my virgin cunt. Idiot.

Daze sinks in as deep as he can go, and the pain meds must have kicked in because I’m floating now, high above the clouds. He rolls his hips, and with each circular movement a pleasurable gasp wants to escape, but I don’t dare let it.

You should have done this a long time ago. The demon on my shoulder insists.

No, you’re being raped! The angel reminds me.