#Chapter47
My arms were yanked over my head by the same asshole, and he pinned them there, leering at me as he stretched over me. Hands forced my trembling legs apart and weight settled on me. My resident dickhead leaned closer, fisting his hand in my hair and grabbing my chin, forcing my mouth open for him.
My screams were choked sobs, cries, pleas, but nothing I said or did would stop this. His cock came closer to me and using all the strength I had, I thrashed my head away from the revolting thing. He grabbed me again, tighter, his eyes dark. Meanwhile, the others had settled who got to go when among them, and two other sets of rough hands pawed at my flesh, pulling it apart, preparing my body for their satisfaction.
I'd never felt so sick before.
/"Stay still, little one, this won't be over anytime soon. There's no point in fighting anymore. We're going to take what we want, and you are going to be a good little whore and give it up./"
