But it's a mercy that doesn't come because the pressure disappears from my neck first, and then from overtop of me.
I'm gasping, retching, choking on the air that my lungs are desperately trying to drag in, when I hear him groan.
A moment later, he's gone, and the touches of my captors shift, letting me roll onto my hands and knees. They must have finally realized I'm going to throw up, that if they don't keep me from choking, they'll be responsible for murder on top of rape.
I'm freezing cold, my forehead pressed against the ground as I dry heave. Nothing comes up, but the pressure builds in my skull until my eyes feel like they could pop out of it. Tears drip slowly down my cheeks, and my chest seizes, unsure of whether to breathe in or out.
My mind is made up for me a moment later when there's pressure between my legs. The heated flesh of another cock rests, waiting, soaking in the moment... but not at my entrance.
"No!" I gasp, white-hot panic bursting across my flesh. "Wrong hole! That's not-!"
I think I hear a chuckle in my ear half a second before blinding pain shoots through me.
"If you wanted her asshole, you should have brought lube." Someone grumbles.
The breaths in my ear are short, jagged and full of excitement as he holds me against him, an arm wrapped around my stomach to keep me from escaping even as I try. My hands can't get purchase beneath me as his cock slowly pushes in, and my body tenses, trying to fight it, to keep him out.
"Your cum's dripping out enough to do the same thing."
I feel him forcing me to open around him as he eases inside of me agonizingly slowly. It steals my breath again, makes fire dance across my skin, and agony invades every cell, every thought and every breath.
"Breathe." Someone suggests, and I know the command is meant for me, but I can't. It hurts too fucking much.
"Almost there." The voice in my ear turns to a chuckle, and I groan, right before he grips my hips and slams the rest of the way inside of me, when that groan turns into a scream.
"Breathe. You're useless to us if you die before we've had our fill."
"Speak for yourself," someone says. "I'm getting my dick wet, whether it's warm or cold by the time I get there."
All of the blood is in my head, all the air in my lungs, refusing to move.
"I said, fucking breathe!"
The hand across my face leaves me with no choice but to do exactly that. I suck in a sharp breath as the palm collides with the side of my face, missing my cheek and catching my eye.
I wince, everything inside of me cringing at the shock of the blow, the sting that burns across half my face.
"You don't need to slap her around!" Krowe growls.
The sound of his voice makes my chest ache more; I'd forgotten he was here.
Now, I know he betrayed me. He lured me out here under the guise of being interested in the new girl, and I fell for it like the stupid fucking girl that I am.
Dumb.
Sofucking dumb.
"Fuck that. Slap her again. She clenched around my dick so good."
I see the hand as it moves through the air, but someone else's flies out and catches it mid-air.
"I said no."
There's a grumble behind me, and as if in protest, whoever is fucking me shoves deeper inside, jutting their hips against my ass. A palm spreads over my spine, forcing me down.
And finally, I don't have to see any of them anymore. I bow my head to the ground, letting the pebbles dig and cut into my forehead, letting my skull knock against the ground, letting them do what they're going to because I can't stop it anyway.
"It's okay, New Girl." Krowe says. His voice is a falsehood ofsoothingas my rapist reaches deeper, thrusts harder and faster, taking complete control of my body. "Three down. You're a quarter of the way there."
