Vash teased the head of his lubed up cock against her lips, proudly showing how much control he had. He brought his body lower and wrapped his arms around her chest. His palms were flat against her womb.
“Precious,” he whispered. Her new name. “Precious, you will come to love this memory.”
Placing his hand over her mouth, he attempted to muffle her cries. Silenced squeals would fall short of registering. No one was listening. And if any neighbors were, they didn’t seem to care.
The shiny, bulbous cap pushed her curtains open. Wren’s walls caught against the veiny shaft. Despite the slick and wet phlegm, she needed more force. With a quick thrust, she popped like a bottle cap. The men jeered and nibbled her ear, whispering sharp torments. The stiff and hot cocks sprang against her tits and mouth.
“Precious.”
Her hymen broke as easily as a blade of grass. Fixed open and wide with betrayal, she jerked in robotic motions as the epiphanies hit her in waves. Coupled with her orgasm, the pain of his first insertion drew her legs to a tight close.
He sank deeper.
Her slick burned with the cherry-red fruit juice, plucked and pulverized. She was exposed and bare, stretched to her limits. He gave her a few more inches and fingered under the hood of her tender clit.
“Precious.”
“Don’t make me beg,” she cried.
She knew what came next. The other two would soon join in. The pain wouldn’t stop, but she would allow herself to purr through the choked cries.
“There, there, Precious. You’re doing good for your alpha.”
She let out a frail weep as his hips forced like a bull. “I’m… trying to be good,” she managed to say.
Wren held her head near her chest, endlessly floating inside herself. As he pumped and loosened her hole, she kept it all compact. The famished brute huffed and snorted, fingers rooted into her fine hair, nearly ripping the caked strands from her scalp.
“I need my pack in here with me,” he moaned against the back of her head, breathing fiery breath down her spinal column.
Vash guided his pack onto her. Killian sank his husky body below hers. She felt the tickle of his body hair around her bare flesh. Lucas hunched over Vash as he tried to pry his way into her aching hole.
“Send her into orgasm. She will open for you then,” Vash moaned.
Killian thumbed at her asshole, tight and puckering. The abrupt and foreign pain caused her hole to contract inward. “I want her ass,” Killian moaned, low and rough like the snarl of a wolf. “I think I’ll take it, sweetheart.”
Vash tended to her clit, continuously swiveling his thumb while he drove his cock deeper. He closed his eyes and roared. The moans that exhaled from his mouth were a testament to Wren’s suffering.
The orgasm swelled beneath her clit and mound. She could feel it taking over her body, electrified and deep with emotional trauma. Like a warm blanket, it covered her shoulders, rolling tiny ripples through her stomach.
“Oh, Precious, yes.”
Her cunt opened with intense contractions. The slick glazed onto his shaft like maple syrup. “Precious, yes!”
Laughing with childlike glee, Lucas penetrated alongside his pack. Forced apart like an open cadaver, her walls clung to the alphas’ swollen glands. The alphas relished in her tearing.
When they had stretched Wren to her limits, there was only one hole left to tend to. Killian grunted and eased two fingers inside Wren’s soaking mouth. Angling the tips against her throat, he held himself there. This time, she did not gag.
Killian messed her face up with spit, and she just hoped they could see her progress. “Good girl. Just take it.”
Wren was learning how to let go of control. Though it took her undoing, she knew this was her life now. If she gave into it without a fuss, it would end quicker.
He spread her ass open with the harsh pry of his rounded head. The punishers didn’t give her a chance to brace for the overwhelming pressure. She gave in to the thrashing and waited for their knots to take her.
She may have been Cassian’s branded captive, but they’d rightfully stolen her and claimed her as their own. It didn’t matter how special they told her she was. She was theirs to be ruined for an eternity.
Taking the bitch, Killian growled at the milking hold of her gaping hole. The men pumped in rhythmic motions, consumed by her sweetness. They couldn’t imagine being that rare, and they couldn’t let their hunger squander the opportunity.
Every inch opened and pinned her to the concrete. Wet, sore, and lost, Wren managed to curl her lips into a shattered smile. As their moaning grew deeper and more pained, they held her extremities still.