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.