Thrust.
“Oh, fuck yeah. Even limp, she’s tight,” an unfamiliar voice says.
Thrust.
Thrust.
Thrust.
“Take her mouth,” another grunts.
My mouth is open, but I am too weak to even open my eyes. A dick is pushed to the back of my throat, and he starts humping my face.
Thrust.
Thrust.
Thrust.
“Fuck yeah. This tight fucking pussy. Pull her legs up. I want her ass,” the man grunts. Hands pull my legs up, and I hear a bottle open before the man pulls out of my vagina to push into my ass. I groan in protest, but the dick in my mouth pushes deeper. “Fuck she’s waking up. Boss will want her now,” another man says. The men in my ass and throat are going harder and harder until they pull out at the last second to come. None of it lands on or in me. That’s surprising. Maybe they were told they couldn’t.
“Alright. Everyone out,” a man says. I know this man. Is that… Well, that’s not good.
“Get her some water,” Vlad says to someone.
“Yes, sir,” a man replies.
I force my eyes open and blink away the blur. “He’s going to kill you,” I whisper.
“He can try,” Vlad says as he moves between my thighs. “But he won’t find you.”
“Yes, he…” I am cut off by my scream when Vlad slams his dick into me. He leans down to place his hands on either side of my body. When I try squirming under him, he hooks my legs over his arms and pounds into me. Pain is stabbing through my belly, and it hurts. It’s not even the rape that hurts; it’s the gunshot wound.
“I fucking own you. Mine. You’re mine. This is my tight fucking cunt,” Vlad growls as he stabs into me over and over again. I can tell a lot of lube has been used on me because there is no friction. This means he is moving in and out of me without resistance. At this angle, he is slamming against my G-spot, making my body tighten involuntarily. His body is rubbing against my clit, and a sickening feeling is building in my belly.
“You dirty fucking slut. Are you going to come for me? Do it, fat ass. Come on my cock like a good little skank… Fuck yeah… Come for Daddy. That’s it… You love the way Daddy fucks you. Say it. Tell me.”
I am sobbing as he rapes me, and I can’t stop my body from reacting. I hate this so goddamn much. “Now, whore. Tell me. Beg Daddy to come!” he yells as he rams into me harder and harder when he presses a knife to my throat, I yell it out. “Please, Daddy,” I cry.
“That’s it, whore. More. Tell me more,” Vlad moans with the knife still pressed to my neck. “Tell me you want to come for Daddy. Beg me to come in you. Do it. Now, whore.”
“Please, Daddy. Come in me. Please,” I cry. He keeps yelling at me to continue, but it starts coming out as tearful moans, and I get stuck in a loop of screaming what he wants to hear so he will leave me alone. “Please, Daddy. Please. Come in me. Fuck me, Daddy. Please. Please, come.”
“That’s it, scream for Daddy. Come on my fat cock, slut,” he growls as he leans back a lot to start rubbing my clit as he continues to fuck me as hard as he can. The orgasm that comes out of me is all pain, and I scream as it rips through me, but he finally pulls out and jerks himself off to come on my bare belly.
I am a sobbing mess with pain stabbing through my side by the time he gets off the bed. He takes his time cleaning us both before gently pulling back the bandage to look at what I assume are my stitches.”
“Didn’t even bleed. Good girl,” he praises. “My son will be here shortly. Serve your husband well, hmm? We will be flying out in an hour.”
When he leaves, I slowly pull myself up from the bed to stand. I’m still in a hospital gown. How did I get here? We aren’t in a hospital. It looks like a cabin, maybe. A big one. I look around and spot a closet. Right as I get to it, the door opens and a man walks in. He takes one look at me as I stand panicked in a corner and just sighs as he shakes his head.
“Are you looking for clothes?” he asks. I say nothing, and he steps a little closer. I flinch, and he stops. “I’m not going to hurt you. Okay? I want to help.”
“You’re his son,” I snap.
“I am, but I am not my father,” he says softly. “Alania, right?”
“Please don’t touch me,” I say tearfully when he stops in front of me. He is careful not to touch me as he reaches behind me and grabs clothing off the shelf I am leaning against.
