Suddenly I heard Racer spit and felt dampness between my breasts. A moment before a heavy weight dropped there. He scooped the outer edges of both of my breasts and began flexing his ass to stroke into the crevice he’d made between the soft globes. Moaning in pleasure.

Hunter spit too. But it must’ve been on his hand because I felt him sticking a soaked palm between my thighs where they covered my soft lower lips.

What’s he doing?

What was happening to my mouth and throat hurt. Vanquish’s pulsing thrusts were already making my throat ache and panic surge through me at the fear I’d strangle.

My breasts hurt from where Raese’s fingers were biting into them to keep them formed around his cock.

But at least what Hunter was doing felt good.

Then I felt the shock of his cock slipping between my thighs and into the hole made at the top of them. To stroke along my slit as he fucked my thighs.

All of them were having at my body.

What Vanquish was doing was the worst.

It hurts.

Now he rolled his hips over my face to get deeper down my throat. Propping up on his palms and toes in a push up as he pumped into my mouth and throat.

I tried to toss my head, but he caught my chin and forehead to line them up. Then rolled into my mouth from the sideways angle. Digging his fingers into the dirt for leverage as he rolled his hips into me. Holding it there so he was lodged deeply in the back of my throat. Purring in pleasure.

I coughed and threw up my head trying to get air around him.

“You done?” He asked looking down at me.

I whimpered along his flesh and mouthed yes around his cock.

“Good Girl.” He gave my cheek a couple hard pats and went back to methodically rolling into my mouth. “Oh, you feel good.”

“Uh...uh.” Raese was grunting. His cock pressed through my breasts and prodded my chin which was moving side to side with the force of Vanquish’s hips.

Hunter was plowing between my thighs. Laying sideways across them. His belly on one of my thighs as he formed a ‘t’ across my body. “Damn. I want in her.”

“Me too." Racer whined.

“Not yet!” Vanquish barked.

Racer threw his head back and spurted his fluid up my chest and onto my neck. He shouted in pleasure as he did a few more thrusts through my cleavage to milk his cock.

Hunter was next. Scooping the back of my thigh and my hip and buttocks to drive more roughly into my thighs. Chaffing my lower lips as he pleasured himself between my legs. Rubbing along my opening made me dampen in a way I was unfamiliar with. Slicking him and making him moan and become more lustful in writhing into my thighs.

***

Racer used my discarded fabrics to wipe my chest and neck.

“Get out of my way.” Vanquish ordered him.

He and hunter slipped down to hold my arms and keep me from moving.

Vanquish rotated around with his cock in my mouth as a pivot point. He grabbed my breasts viciously and pulled them back to him as leverage as he pounded into my mouth.

I gargled around him. Catching the rhythm of when I should breathe.

“She feels good. Her mouth is velvet. Eh, fuck.” He pushed deep. “I’m going to seed in her mouth.” He did two little jerks and swelled even more to stretch my throat as I felt something hot slip down the inside of my neck.

Once he’d finished with me, he slipped out of my mouth and they all released me to stand over me.

I rolled onto my knees and coughed. Eventually spitting out what he’d poured into my throat.

Glaring, Vanquish crouched in front of me and caught my hair to tip my head back to look at him. “I didn’t say you could do that, Rabbit. You’re going to pay for it. Next time you won’t get the chance to spit it out.”

***

Hunter smacked my ass. "Next time, one of us will be sticking it in there."

Racer poked me in one ass cheek as he laughed.

"Get up." Vanquish ordered.

I climbed to my feet on shaking limbs. Glaring at him defiantly. Disgusted by what they'd done to me.

"Never again." I told him. Aching mouth tight.

"Oh, it'll happen again." He said in a dangerous tone. "Many, many more times."

***

I was so determined to avoid them after that, that I awoke an hour before daylight to make sure I'd not be in my hut when they came looking. I scrubbed my body with rough weeds until my skin was reddened. I hurried.

I always washed further down by the bridge where there were more shrubs to hide me from the eyes of the pack. Because I never knew when someone could be watching.

I hopped up to kneel on the edge of the bank and pulled my loose dress over my head. I'll salvage my bodice when I head back.

I intended to steer clear of them and avoid my hut until I knew they'd given up for the day.

Tormenting me was always first thing on their agenda. Not today.

I'd cried last night. Holding my swore parts and working to swallow in my sore throat. I'd had dreams of what they were doing to me. Picturing the pleasure I'd seen on their faces.

Something which made my body tighten down low and made moisture gather between my legs.

I didn’t like it.

It made me hate them.

They'll never get another piece of me.

Not even if I have to starve without their help.