Page 37 of Deadfall

“Hurry up, Petey, I want a turn,” Jas said from somewhere nearby.

Harry moved up my chest and left room for Pete to settle between my legs.

“Hi, sweetheart,” Harry smirked when he saw my eyes flicker with awareness, and gave my cheek a few hard pats.

I felt my legs get pushed up and back and Harry wrapped his arms under my knees. The position drew my legs almost to my chest, nearly lifting my ass off the ground. The panic started up anew.

“This view—” Pete groaned.

He slapped between my legs and I cried out around the gag.

“I want to hear her scream,” Pete said. “Take that out.”

Jas pulled the fabric out and I gasped in air, quickly hyperventilating. I could feel Pete’s fingers as he pulled me apart. He tugged my curls and pinched my clit hard—I gritted my teeth until he didn’t let up, and I couldn’t help but scream.

Tears ran down my cheeks and I choked on each sob. He eased inside me, slowly at first, only to pull out and jerk his hips forward roughly. He pounded into me fast and hard and the angle was excruciating. I screamed over and over again until Harry covered my mouth with a curse and a laugh.

“Shit, she’s loud.”

I lost consciousness again to the sound of rough laughter.

The next time I registered anything, I was curled in a ball outside the ring of firelight and I was alone. My wrists were still tied and I was fully naked and gagged with what I realized were my panties. I immediately started shaking and crying softly, completely overwhelmed and terrified.

The men weren’t around the fire, but I heard their snores in the large tent across the way. My teeth chattered violently. I was slowly deteriorating into shock, but I knew if I was going to make a move, it had to be now. I slowly eased my way toward the deeper shadows. Pain exploded between my legs and in my lower belly and when I looked down, I noticed the blood that coated my thighs. Some of it was dried, most of it wasn’t, and each move I made caused more to slip down my legs. I knew that wasn’t good. I clenched my teeth around the gag and fought to keep my whimpers of agony as quiet as possible. I’d made it almost to the edge of camp when I heard footsteps.

“Ah, you’re awake.”

I flipped over to see Jas as he came into the light. He zipped up his fly. He must have been off taking a piss. He came over and knelt down with concern in his eyes.

“You bled a lot so they stopped,” Jas said. “Harry said he’s taking your ass in the morning—”

Dread choked me and I visibly trembled. My eyes widened and I silently pleaded with him.

Jas smiled sadly. “I can’t let you go, they won’t like that. But, I’m smaller than them, maybe I should take you now—prepare you for Harry…”

He seemed to brighten at that thought. I tried to scramble away, but Jas grabbed my hair and bodily dragged me over to a log.

“Yeah, I’ll just stretch you out a bit so they don’t tear you as bad.”

I tried to fight him, but I was too weak. The moment he draped me over the log, I panicked. I couldn’t touch the ground with more than my toes and my arms hung uselessly down around my head. He stepped close and pressed his hips against mine.

“Shh, it’s okay, I’ll go slow, baby,” he cooed.

Jas ran his hand up and down my spine in his attempt at comfort. It did nothing but increase my anxiety. He parted my ass cheeks and moved his thumbs over my hole. Spit dropped and he massaged it in gently.

“God, you have a nice ass—”

His thumbs pushed inside and caressed the edges to help stretch me. It still hurt. I cried out against the gag and feebly tried to struggle.

Why couldn’t I escape?

All the training, all the hard work, and here I was just as helpless as I’d always been. The defeat settled like a weight, and along with the shame, all the fight left. I went limp across the log, resigned to whatever Jas was going to do. It would hurt less to fight anyway.

One of Jas’ thumbs disappeared and I heard his zipper drag down. He pushed his cock into my pussy and I locked up as the burn became unbearable. He abandoned my ass to rub circles roughly over my clit.

“I can make you feel good,” he panted. “Just relax for me.”

He thrust gently a few times. “Okay, that’s hot—your blood all over my cock.”