Page 7 of Shame

A hard smack on my butt is my punishment, so hard it knocks the wind out of me.

“Lie still. I think she needs a distraction, Ivan. Feel free to use her mouth.”

I glance up at the brute that’s been holding my hands as he changes his grip, pushing my arms up over my back instead, holding them there in one of his giant hands, as he unzips and pulls out a cock as gigantic as the rest of the man. Quickly, I wet my lips and try to gather some moisture in my mouth.

“Open.” He grabs my chin and I part my lips and let him push his cock inside. He immediately hits the back of my throat, and I’ll never be practiced enough for that because I gag right away, saliva dripping from my chin.

“Can we turn her, sir?”

“Definitely. It’s time to look at those tits anyway.”

Salvatore pulls out so suddenly I squeal, the gaping and empty feeling almost as shocking as the invasion was. Ivan releases me, and the two men grip my arms and legs and roll me over, laying me on my back instead.

For the first time since I got here, I can look at my tormentor again. He’s got slightly hooded eyes and thick, heavy eyebrows, a sharp jaw and that penetrating stare. I can’t understand how someone so attractive can be so cruel. He shows an even set of white teeth as he meets my gaze and grins.

“Take off your dress.”

My arms barely obey me as I grab the hem of the dress and pull it over my head.

“Cute bra, but it’s gotta go. Didn’t I fucking say no underwear?”

I make quick work with the clasps and pull it off, dropping it on the desk. “I thought it meant panties, sir, I’m sorry.” My voice quavers but my body is recuperating a little now that I get a few moments to adjust.

“How will we punish that disobedience, Ivan?”

I gape and stare at Salvatore and then up at Ivan who looms as a dark shadow over my head.

“You always have the best ideas, sir.”

Salvatore catches my gaze and smirks. “That, I do.” He leans over me, staring me down with those black eyes, danger looming in them. “Do what you want. Her head is all yours.”

I gasp as Salvatore pushes back inside my ass and Ivan thrusts his cock into my throat, reaching deeper, staying longer, making me lightheaded from fear and the lack of air. Every time I think I’m gonna pass out, he lets me breathe. I’m no match for these men. They take and take. Salvatore bruises my hips with his rough hold, his fingers digging in, then he grabs my breasts, squashing them, pinching, twisting my nipples until soundless cries of agony rip through my chest, swallowed by Ivan’s deep thrusts.

Finally, I just give up. I lay limp and let them have me. Why am I even struggling? I’ve been bought. This is why I’m here. I can’t do anything about it.

Salvatore pulls out, abruptly, leaving my butt clenching empty air, and Ivan does the same.

I don’t move. There’s a rustle, and the sounds of zippers.

“Get her ready for the party,” says the beast known as Luciano Salvatore.

“Yes, sir,” says the other monster in the room.

My pussy is raw, my ass is in agony, and my throat hurts. I don’t think I can stand again.

“Get up, Miss Moreno. You have a party to attend.”

“I can’t move,” I whisper.

“Sure, you can.” He grips my shoulders and pushes me up to a sitting position. He sounds almost friendly now, nothing like the cruel man who just choked me on his cock.

The desk is slick under my butt. And when I put my fingers there, they come back blood-tinged. I stare at them in horror, at Ivan, and then back at my fingers.

“I’m hurt.”

“Be glad you can still bleed.”

That’s one way to look at it, I guess. I can’t help wondering if death wouldn’t be the easier way out.