“Because they think I’m lying!” I spit, wishing I could close my legs. “I tried telling them, but they wouldn’t listen to me. Turns out, they believe my goddamn father over me.” Breathless, I collapse into the bed, the corner of my mouth lifting. “But now, they will.”
It’s a relief.
Even with the cost, the pain, the disgust I feel at letting this masked intruder violate me, it’s still a relief to know I’ve won. Surely, they won’t want me now.
“Shit,” Maniac hisses, tossing my wrists away. “This bitch fucking played us. What did I tell you?” He jabs a forefinger into his temple. “Cyanine tactics!”
Creep’s surly voice rings out. “Who cares? We have the video. It’s proof she’s not a virgin. Let’s get the fuck out of here.”
Lurker pushes his fist into Creep’s shoulder, right where I kicked him. “That wasn’t the objective! We had to take her virginity to secure our place—”
“All three of us,” Maniac clarifies, pacing beside the bed.
“You fucked this up!” Lurker goes to hit him again, but Creep dodges it, shoving him back. It doesn’t matter, he’s focused on me again. “You’re a dirty slut, just like every whore in this place.”
“We can still fix this.” Creep takes a deep breath. “We can still win. Not all virgins bleed.”
“Oh, fuck this.” Maniac stops pacing and gets back on the bed, shoving them out of the way. When he lifts his shirt, I don’t even know what I’m expecting. Definitely not for him to swipe two fingers over the gash on his stomach, and then bury them—dripping with his blood—right inside me.
“What the—！” I scramble away, but he follows me up the bed, thrusting his bloody fingers in and out of me.
“Stay fucking still!” he orders. The others are there by then, anyway. Creep holds me down by a shoulder as Lurker presses a knee into my thigh. When he pulls his fingers out, him and Lurker inspect me again, spreading me open. “We need more cum,” Maniac decides. His pants are already unfastened, so it feels like he pulls his dick out faster than I can process.
Creep bolts upright. “Don’t you fucking dare put your dick in her,” he says, voice threatening.
“I won’t! Chill the fuck out.” Maniac starts stroking himself, eyes darting from my face to my pussy. My own eyes are fixed on the movement of his hand—the way his own blood is slicking the way.
In a moment of stunned disbelief, I realize, “You’re demented.”
He just jerks off faster. “Don’t worry, little girl. This won’t take long. Your pussy’s really hot like this, you know. All swollen and used up. So many pretty colors…” It sounds like he licks his lips, eyes flashing at whatever he sees on my face. “If my buddy here wouldn’t get so bent out of shape about it, I’d fuck you just like this. Give you some more of my red. I’d make you like it.”
True to his word, it only takes a couple dozen of those short, pointed strokes before he pitches forward, hand holding my hip. He presses the head of his bloody cock into my folds, shoulders curling as he erupts. The slick sensation of him coming mingles with the punch of breath he releases, his fingers digging painfully into my hip bone.
When he pulls away, my inner thighs are stained with his blood.
“You next,” he tells Lurker, stuffing his cock back into his boxers.
“Hold this,” he bites out, thrusting the phone at him. He shoves his sleeves up, revealing brown, muscular forearms, before unbuttoning his own pants. This one hesitates before whipping it out, though I’m not sure why. From the bulge of his crotch, he’s clearly hard. Sick fucks. He says his next words to Creep, low and dangerous. “If she says anything, I’m going to shove that fucking pillow over her face.”
“Just do it!” he replies, pushing down on my shoulders.
Lurker obeys, but he’s all slow and hesitant about it, reaching into his pants and giving his dick a few strokes within the confines. When he finally does pull it out, it’s like all the air gets knocked from my lungs.
“Oh, fuck no.” I fight against their hold, but it’s like knocking up against steel.
“It’s not going in,” Creep assures, watching as the man between my legs starts jerking his freak of a cock.
“Shame,” Lurker says, pressing a palm to his bloody wound. “I bet she would have bled if it were him.”
It’s the only comment tonight I find myself agreeing with. Lurker’s cock is grotesquely gargantuan—like something out of a freak show. He hunches inward as he pleasures himself, almost like he’s trying to hide it away, but it’s the equivalent of putting a throw blanket over a bus. It’s long and veiny and thick enough that it’d almost certainly tear me open.