Forced Submission: Book 1-6 Part 15

f.u.c.k yeah, I want to taste her. I see a brick sitting next to the back entrance of the bar, and I pick it up. I bring it down hard on the handle of the door, smashing it to pieces. Now we won't have any interruptions. Can't let anyone see our tasty little Halloween treat. No, this will just be ours.

"Already got her primed for me?" I ask, eyeing the two of them. I got so hard in the bar watching Dante reel her in. He's easier on the eyes with his blond hair and blue eyes. Well, easier than I am. I'm rough around the edges with a mean scar down my face that draws attention. It also doesn't help that my black hair and almost black eyes seem to put people off. That and the fact that I'm one giant motherf.u.c.ker. So I just sat and waited as Dante got our little witch out of the bar. I knew it wouldn't take much. Dressed like she was, she was asking for it. We clocked her as soon as she walked into Wicked. We know she'd be the one between us later. I couldn't wait to empty my c.o.c.k in her, my b.a.l.l.s aching with need to fill her c.u.n.t with every drop.

Like everything Dante and I do in life, we divide and conquer. We've found it's been the best method, and that's what we did with her. This curvy witch has a body made to fit between two men and has enough padding to take a punishing f.u.c.k. She'll take us while we get what we want, while we use her for what gets us off.

"Please don't do this, I just want to go home. I'll-"

Dante puts his hand over her mouth, cutting her off. She starts to fight against him, but he wraps his other hand around her throat, adding a little pressure. Her eyes widen, and she looks between the two of us, knowing she can't win. No, we wouldn't stop until we got what we wanted, and what we want is to f.u.c.k our witch until we empty ourselves inside her soft unwilling p.u.s.s.y, over and over.

"Don't make us hurt you, Sabrina. This can go real easy if you just shut your mouth and open your c.u.n.t," Dante says, leaning in and biting her neck. She lets out a m.u.f.fled squeak against his palm, and I can't help but smile.

"Move. I want in there." I tap Dante, wanting him to move the leg he has between hers. He moves over, still holding her mouth and throat. f.u.c.k, she looks good pinned up against the wall. My c.o.c.k is leaking at the sight of it, begging to be freed.

"Someone's greedy tonight," Dante says, poking me.

"You got to touch her already. I need to take the edge off. I've watched her all night while she's been dressed like a wh.o.r.e with her p.u.s.s.y nearly showing. f.u.c.k, I need a taste." I tell myself it's just to hold me over, but her brown eyes are so wide and scared I'm getting off on it. A taste will never take the edge off, but I'm not sure anything will.

Dropping down in front of her, I grab one of her legs and put it over my shoulder. She tries to fight me off, but Dante stops her.

"Don't move." I don't have to look up to know he's reminding her of the hold he has around her throat.

Her p.u.s.s.y is right in front of my face, and I just stare at it, cursing the s.h.i.tty light in the alley for not letting me see everything. I can smell cinnamon, and it makes my mouth water.

"You gonna eat that c.u.n.t or just sniff at it all night? I want in there too, man," Dante says, pulling me from my p.u.s.s.y trance. He must still have one hand on her throat, because I don't hear her screaming out when I see Dante's hand come down to her c.u.n.t. He reaches down, pulling her c.u.n.t lips apart for me. He spreads her open and shows me her tiny pink c.l.i.t.

I'm on it instantly, sucking it into my mouth. She's too short for me, and in one quick move I have both her legs over my shoulders. Dante helps make sure she stays pinned to the wall for the taking as I go at her c.l.i.t with my mouth and tongue.

She may have been saying no, but the harder I suck her c.l.i.t, the more her sweetness fills my mouth. Reaching down, I free my aching c.o.c.k with one hand and start stroking myself. When I hear the rip of fabric, I look up to see Dante now sucking on her exposed t.i.ts. Her fat rack spills out of her dress and bounces with her movements.

"You're going to come on his face, aren't you? You thought you could be a f.u.c.king c.o.c.k-tease and get away with it. You thought you could dress like a little wh.o.r.e and that we'd just let you go after you got what you wanted. It doesn't work like that. You got us hard, so now we're going to take your c.u.n.t until our c.o.c.ks are raw. We're going to rape it until the thought of getting a hard-on hurts because we f.u.c.ked you so much."

I keep eating her p.u.s.s.y and sucking up all the juices that leak out of her p.u.s.s.y. She's so soaked her cream is running down her thick thighs.

I hear a sucking sound, and then Dante starts to talk again. "First thing we're going to do is make you c.u.m. If your c.u.n.t is getting off to it, then you're just a greedy s.l.u.t who needs a good f.u.c.k. After we get you off, then we can use you how we want to."

At his words her p.u.s.s.y clamps down on my tongue, and she c.u.ms all over my face. I suck every drop of her sweetness into my mouth until my d.i.c.k is aching so much I can't eat her p.u.s.s.y anymore. I need to be inside her more than anything.

I pull back, and Dante removes the hand he was using to hold her p.u.s.s.y lips open for me. He licks his fingers clean.

Gripping her hips, I lift her up, making Dante release the hold he has on her. My c.o.c.k easily slips through her p.u.s.s.y folds as I bury myself b.a.l.l.s-deep inside her tight c.u.n.t. She tries to scream out, but I swallow her cries with my mouth, pumping my c.o.c.k into her, harder and harder. My jeans are hanging off my a.s.s as I take her p.u.s.s.y up against the brick wall.

It doesn't take five hard thrusts before I'm c.u.mming inside her soft wet c.u.n.t. I don't have time to enjoy the o.r.g.a.s.m, but I will later. We've got to move.

I don't give her a chance to fight me as I pull out, tuck my c.o.c.k back into my pants, and throw her over my shoulder. It's not easy with her kicking and screaming on me, but I'm over twice her size. I turn to look for Dante. He has already pulled up the van to the end of the alley and he's ready to go. He must have done it while I f.u.c.ked her against the wall.

He gets out and goes to the back of the van, opening the double doors. Sabrina kicks and screams out for help into the empty alley, but I just smile. n.o.body is close and only we can hear her. The loud ba.s.s of the music in the bar drowns out her cries for help.

"You drive. It's my turn," Dante says, taking her from my arms. He pushes Sabrina into the back of the van, totally focused on her. "Keys are in the ignition."

I slam the van doors behind them as he crawls in on top of her.

3.

Sabrina

I didn't think tonight would go this way. All I wanted was a drink and some fun. I was supposed to meet my friend Erica, but she bailed at the last minute. I'd already dressed up and was about to walk out of my house when I got the call. I should have just stayed home.

I wanted to shake things up and thought I would go with a revealing Halloween costume this year. I don't normally dress up, and never in something like this, but I thought it would be fun. I regret it now as I'm thrown on a dirty mattress in the back of a van to be taken to G.o.d knows where.

The one with a scar on his face made me o.r.g.a.s.m and f.u.c.ked me already. He's so big, I couldn't fight him off. I need to remember every detail and try to get away. I can't give up. I have to fight.

Feeling a surge of adrenaline once my back hits the mattress, I spring up and try to climb out of the front cab. I hear the doors shut behind me as I scramble to the driver's seat, and I'm almost there when I feel a hand snake around my ankle. I'm jerked back onto the mattress, and Dante crawls over me.

"You're not going anywhere until we're through with you."

He leans over me, and I feel his warm breath on my lips. He smells like whiskey and cologne, and I hate how it turns me on. I thought he was so hot earlier, but you never know what's really lurking behind a warm s.e.xy smile. I'm so freaking stupid. I should have seen this coming a mile away, but I can't remember the last time someone looked at me like he did. He wanted to devour me right there in the middle of the bar, and it was such a rush. I thought I'd play along and be the bad girl who got dirty with a stranger in the bathroom. But instead, this has gone way beyond what I could have imagined, and I have to fight.

Striking out with all the strength I have, I backhand him across his face. He's stunned for a second, and it's just enough time for me to try to make it out of the driver's seat again.

When I get to the door, I reach for the handle. At that moment, the door opens. Porter, who raped me in the alley, stands there with a wicked smile on his face. His scar is menacing in the shadows, but it's his size that's most intimidating.

"Trying to escape already? Dante hasn't even had his turn." He reaches out, grabbing a fistful of my dark hair, and my mouth opens in shock.

"Help!" I manage to scream just as Dante grabs me by the arms, pulling me back into the van and onto the mattress.

I see Porter get in the cab of the van and adjust the mirror so he's looking back at us. "f.u.c.k her good and hard, Dante. I wanna hear that c.u.n.t smacking."

I'm face down on the mattress when I feel Dante's weight on top of me. He grabs my hair, tilting my head to the side, exposing my face.

"This first one is gonna be quick, but the second one is gonna take some time. I think I need both of your sweet holes before we get to the cabin."

I close my eyes tightly, not giving him any kind of response. He can try to take it from me, but I won't go easy. I'm a fighter, and I won't go down without a struggle, but I'm starting to think they like the fight.

His hard c.o.c.k presses firmly against my a.s.s, and I feel his hot breath against my neck. When he moves to undo his jeans, I take my opening and elbow him hard in the chest, kicking out at his thigh at the same time.

Just as I start to pull away, Dante is on me again, this time flipping me onto my back and pinning my arms above my head. "Looks like our little witch wants to play rough."

I hear Porter laugh from the front seat, mumbling something about Dante not being able to handle me, as he starts to drive away from the bar. It makes me mad that Dante got a hold of me so easily, and I lean up, trying to bite him.

"Oh no, no, no. Only we get to do the biting," Dante says as he ties my hands together and secures them to the floor of the van. They must have had all this set up before they grabbed me. The thought sends a shiver down my spine. I start to bite him again when he leans over me to finish binding me, but he grabs my jaw. He takes my underwear out of his pocket and stuffs it into my mouth. He keeps my panties in there, using another small piece of rope to secure them, tying it over my mouth and around the back of my head. I can taste my own desire on my underwear, and the thought makes me shut my eyes tightly for just a second.

My legs are still free, so when Dante sits up, I kick out, landing another blow to his thigh. Both men laugh as Dante pulls rope from the ceiling of the van and ties off my knees, spreading my body wide open. I'm now stretched out with my legs as far apart as possible, my b.r.e.a.s.t.s ripped out of the top of my dress, and my lower half completely bare.

I breathe hard and try to scream obscenities through the underwear in my mouth. Dante takes his rock-hard c.o.c.k out and smiles down at me.

"You're gonna get me off good. Do you hear me? You wanna fight me like that then I'm gonna f.u.c.k you hard and get what I need."

He doesn't bother taking off any of his clothes, just opens his jeans and pushes them down to his thighs as he moves between my open legs.

There's no gentle coaxing or hesitant caressing. He takes his huge d.i.c.k and stuffs it inside me hard and fast. I'm so wet from my earlier forced o.r.g.a.s.m, and Porter's c.u.m, that he slides in without so much as a flinch of resistance. It's as if my body wants him there, and as much as the thought angers me, my p.u.s.s.y clenches with need.

4.

Dante

Thrusting inside her wet c.u.n.t makes my eyes roll to the back of my head. She's so tight that my thick c.o.c.k barely has room. Porter's c.u.m from earlier squeezes out with every thrust, and it makes me want to fill her up with mine too.

"I want you to c.u.m on my c.o.c.k. I want you to know you got off to me raping your c.u.n.t."

I reach between us and pinch her c.l.i.t, seeing her back bow off the mattress at the touch. Well, she moves as much as she can right now, being tied like she is.

Porter and I have been wanting to do something like this for a long time. Neither of us really wanted to admit our desires, but the more we planned, the better it sounded.

"Come on, Sabrina. I saw how easy your s.l.u.tty c.u.n.t came on Porter's face. I know you wanna pop that p.u.s.s.y on my fat d.i.c.k. You wouldn't be in a bar all alone and dressed like a wh.o.r.e if you didn't want some c.o.c.k. It's okay to admit it."

She shakes her head from side to side, telling me no. I'm sure she'd have some choice words for me right now if her mouth wasn't stuffed full of her panties.

"You say no, but this sweet honey pot is gripping me so good." I throw my head back and thrust hard, pinching her c.l.i.t again. Her pulses are pulling my c.u.m from me a little at a time, and I can't hold out much longer. I press down on her c.l.i.t, rubbing it with my thumb, and I feel her body start to tense up. After just another couple of strokes, she starts to scream against her panties, c.u.mming on my c.o.c.k.

"That's it, baby. Let go and squirt all over me." Her arms and legs lock up, and she shouts her o.r.g.a.s.m into the rocking van. I thrust hard one last time, holding my d.i.c.k inside her c.u.n.t, hitting her cervix as I fill up her body to the point of overflow. Her c.u.m, mine and even some of Porter's, runs out of her p.u.s.s.y and down the crack of her a.s.s.

I look up, and Porter and I lock eyes in the mirror. He smiles, and I feel my own wicked grin match his. We've still got some time before we get to the cabin, and my c.o.c.k is nowhere near done. Nor has it lost any of its hardness. How could it with her sweet p.u.s.s.y still wrapped around it?

Pulling out, I see my d.i.c.k is covered in cream, and I know what I want next. I push it down just a little until it's at the opening of her a.s.shole. A lot of the c.u.m that rolled down her crack covers her tight ring, so I won't need any kind of lube. I press my tip there and then look up at her face, seeing her eyes wide with shock.

"Oh, come on, baby. I know this isn't the first time you've been f.u.c.ked in your a.s.s. Just relax and let me in."

I push a little more, but she shakes her head and fights my entry. It makes me mad because she's not relaxed. If she just breathes through it, I'll get in, and I can f.u.c.k her real good and deep.

Reaching over, I smack her p.u.s.s.y, getting her eyes back on me. "I said relax. I don't wanna hurt you so soon, so breathe through it, and let me in there. We've got a long night ahead of us, and I don't wanna wear you out on the first f.u.c.k in the a.s.s."

She closes her eyes, and I see her chest rise, making her perfect t.i.ts bounce. Once she's ready, I push in, and there's only the slightest bit of resistance. I thrust all the way in until I'm fully inside her, the base of my c.o.c.k pushing against her body.

With the way the van is moving, I don't even really have to f.u.c.k her to get off like this. But when I slowly pull out, she makes a low moaning sound and it goes straight to my b.a.l.l.s.

"Oh f.u.c.k, Porter. I think she likes it in the a.s.s."

At my words, her eyes snap open and she glares at me. This little witch is feisty and I love it. I love the fight in her, and I can't wait to see it fully in action when we get to the cabin. But for now, I get to enjoy her like this.

I lean down and lay myself on top of her, still slowly f.u.c.king her a.s.s. I whisper in her ear, "It's okay if you like it, Sabrina. We won't tell a soul. No one will ever know."

She lets out another moan, and I can tell she's fighting not to enjoy it, but it just feels so good she can't help it. She's so tight and sweet that I can't control it when c.u.m leaks out of me into her.

"c.u.m with me, baby. Show me how much you love it in your a.s.shole."

Her tight ring clenches at my filthy words, and I lean down to suck her nipple. I reach a hand between us, strumming her c.l.i.t, and she c.u.ms almost instantly. Her body is so primed from all the sensations, she's c.u.mming despite barely being touched.

Feeling her squeeze my c.o.c.k is enough to send me over the edge, and I c.u.m inside her a.s.s, giving her what I know she wants. She may not have asked for it in words, but a body like hers is begging to be f.u.c.ked.

I lick her neck and enjoy the aftershocks of my o.r.g.a.s.m. I feel the van come to a stop, and Porter turns around in the driver's seat.

"We're here."

5.

Porter