Unspoken Pleasure by Erotica

Just One Drink; 10

And explode was the right word. As both of the awful men using her slammed against her holes and got their rhythm in sync, it took things from bad to worse. Thomas bounced off her throat even as Dimitri slammed against her pert ass in pounding, insistent strokes that left no doubt how strong he was for an old guy. And the groans and grunts they were making left no doubt that they were getting close to blowing their load too. At least no one is cumming inside my pussy this time, she thought idly. It was her last coherent thought before the ticking time bomb inside her exploded. When it detonated she was suffused in pleasure that was so intense it felt like pain. She couldn't tell the difference between them anymore. Violet's consciousness would eventually recover from the blast, but for her dignity and self respect they were probably fatal blows. She was never going to be the bright idealistic young lawyer she had always wanted to be; she didn't deserve it. She wasn't a real person now. She was a whore. Just a fucktoy for any man strong enough to hold her down long enough to force himself inside.

These were the thoughts that greeted her as she slowly returned to consciousness. They were horrible, but not quite as horrible as the feeling and the taste of Thomas as he suddenly stopped thrusting and started spurting in her pretty little mouth. She didn't want to swallow, in fact Violet would have rather drown in it than swallow the cum of this man, but survival instincts are hard to override, and she was forced to swallow shot after neverending shot in order to keep breathing. "That's right cunt," he growled, "Get used to that taste, because as soon as James gets tired of breaking you, he's going to give you to me and we're going to have some real fun then."

Violet's mind recoiled in horror, not just at the idea that she could ever belong to a loser like Thomas, but that James could trade her away to someone else like a used car or a cellphone. None of that helped to distract her from the terrible feeling of Dimitri's cock as it start to jerk and spurt in her poor abused ass, "U tya sho zhopa sho rozha: vse prigozhe," he said in completely unintelligible Russian as he drained his balls into her guts. The thought was vile, but not quite as vile as Thomas. After they were done they both pulled out, leaving her dripping on the counter.

"You want to go again with her?" Thomas asked.

You want to though, knock yourself out. I have store to open again in twenty minutes. You have fun or cut her

made it worse. All she could do was hope that they let her free before she came all over again. That was when Thomas came back, to taunt her again. "Well cunt, what do you say," he

staring contest he smiled and said, "Nah, I'm just fucking with you. I got places to be bitch, and you already got my rocks off once. Thanks for that by the way." Then he reached around her back with a knife and cut the zip tie off of her, freeing her hands which had gone almost completely numb from the loss of circulation. She slowly brought her hands down in front of her face, flexing them and stretching them until they worked

up, and I call you taxi. It unsafe for girl

me." She left the room before he could respond and she found the toilet. She'd meant to wash her face, rinse her mouth out and then get the fuck out, but instead after she'd gotten halfway clean she made the mistake of looking in the mirror and then she'd spent the next five minutes crying about the most recent terrible thing in a long line of terrible thing's that had happened to her. Everytime she felt like

to her. "Taxi out front, you no worry, I pay. Is cousin

a moment by the show of kindness from a stranger. From a stranger that had just raped her she corrected herself. "Thank you,"

very dangerous. You seem like good girl. Maybe find boys your own, put