Wrong choices

[LaLia]

Consequence of choices

For a moment, I hoped it would be over. My lungs burned, every breath a stab. The lights of the room danced before my eyes, merging into one another. I lay on the hard floor, raped and humiliated. Ricky, who had recovered for a moment, now stood up. His movements were slow, almost sluggish. He grinned at me, a cold, calculating grin that made my blood run cold. "Well, little one? Not enough yet?" he asked. His voice was rough, hoarse. I tried to sit up, but my limbs wouldn't obey me. They were heavy as lead. He opened the door. As if through a veil, I saw two people leaning over me. Faces, blurry and unfamiliar. I saw them give Ricky money. Bills that he carelessly stuffed into his trouser pocket. Then they undressed. Shirts flew to the floor, belts were untied, trousers fell off. I was roughly lifted from the ground. Strong arms grabbed me and pulled me up. I recognized two men. One was significantly older, with gray hair that already shimmered silver at the temples. The other was younger, with a very short haircut that emphasized his angular face. Their eyes studied me, sizing me up like a piece of meat. My body was still trembling as they lifted me between them. I felt light, almost fragile, in their hands.

I gasped briefly as I slid onto the younger man's cock. A hard, unyielding shaft digging into my flesh. Then I screamed a little louder as the older man pushed his cock into my ass. A stabbing pain that spread through my body like wildfire. I tried to resist, but my strength left me. I was trapped, helpless.

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Then they both began to fuck me. Again and again, they let me slide onto their cocks. They lifted me slightly, and then I sank deeper. The cocks practically impaled me. Their bodies wrapped around me, pressing me between them. I whimpered softly. "Please... stop..." I begged. My voice was just a faint breath. Each of their thrusts made me flinch briefly. But my body was limp, I was helpless at their mercy. I closed my eyes, tried to dream myself into another world. But I couldn't. Reality was too brutal, too painful.

Five minutes passed, ten minutes. Time lost all meaning. Their panting increased. The two men's breathing became heavier, more irregular. They moaned, grunted, and gasped. And then they came into both holes. A hot, sticky fluid spreading inside me. I was nothing more than a doll, a fucktoy, a victim. "Done," said the older man. His voice was rough, satisfied. He lets go of me. The younger man grinned. "That was fun." He let me fall, too. I slumped onto the carpet, a miserable heap. The two men got dressed again, talking quietly. Then they left the room, leaving me alone. I lay there, trembling, crying. My body ached, my soul wounded.

The door slammed shut behind the two men. No sooner had the last shadow left the room than I felt a new, cold hand on my pelvis. My mind was numb, unable to grasp reality. A whirlpool of fear and disgust pulled me deeper into the darkness. With a jerk, my pelvis was lifted, and I screamed inwardly. Again, that brutal violence, that degrading invasion. I lay on my back, helpless, while the next man penetrated me. My breasts bounced with every movement, a painful dance that only intensified my powerlessness. I tried to dissolve, to disappear, but my body was trapped, a vessel for this unbearable torture. A soft whimper escaped my lips, a barely audible sound of despair. I felt the cock thrusting into me again and again, a relentless rhythm of destruction.

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My eyes were fixed on the ceiling, where the shadows danced, a reflection of my inner torment. In the periphery of my vision, I saw Ricky. He was sitting on the sofa, his legs casually crossed, watching the scene with a broad grin. His eyes sparkled with malicious glee, and a cold shiver ran down my spine. "So, are you enjoying it, Jessica?" he asked in a sneer. "Isn't it exciting?" I pressed my lips together and tried not to respond. Every word, every reaction would only give him more satisfaction. "Don't be so shy," he continued to taunt. Tears burned in my eyes, but I refused to let them fall. I wouldn't give him the satisfaction of seeing me cry. "You're a sick bastard," I finally whispered, my voice barely above a breath. Ricky laughed. "Oh, come on, Jessica. This is just a game. And you're the main attraction."

I closed my eyes and tried to dream myself into another world where there was no violence, no pain, no Ricky. But reality was relentless, and I was trapped in this nightmare. The man above me groaned, his grip tightening. I felt him release, another act of humiliation. When he pulled away, I was left exhausted and empty. Ricky clapped his hands. "Bravo, bravo! A great performance. Who's next?" I hated him. I hated them all. I hated myself for being so weak. The door opened again, and another man entered the room. My heart sank deeper into my chest. How many more would there be? "Not again," I begged, my voice shaky. "Please, leave me alone." Ricky just grinned. "This is just the beginning, my dear. We still have a long night ahead of us." I closed my eyes and resigned myself to my fate. I was nothing but an empty vessel, a husk without a soul. The darkness had swallowed me, and I didn't know if I would ever return to the light.

I was turned onto my stomach and fucked in the ass, then I lay on my back, and another man took my pussy again, a cock filling my mouth again and again. On me, inside me—everywhere was the semen of the countless men who had raped me. How many? I had no idea.

The bass vibrated through my body, a relentless throbbing that mingled with the pounding pain between my legs. The darkness of the room merged with the foggy state of my mind. I squeezed my eyelids shut, trying to block out the lights shooting through the cracks in my fingers. "Another round, sweetie?" The voice was rough, hoarse, right next to my ear. I felt the warm breath on my skin, a shiver of disgust running down my spine. I nodded, unable to utter a word. My throat was dry, rough, as if lined with sandpaper. I felt strong arms pulling me up, my legs feeling like jelly. Somewhere in my head was the faint warning to fight back, to scream. But the strength simply wasn't there. I was a puppet, pulled by strings with invisible hands. Every now and then, two men came in together.

An interplay of bodies, a whirl of sweat and testosterone. I was passed around like a piece of meat, an object of desire, without a name, without an identity. It was the same at the end, when the last two found only a lifeless and broken young woman. I heard their voices, muffled, distorted, as if through a thick pane of glass. "Shit, she's totally gone." "Whatever, we'll see this through." I gasped only briefly as I was once again trapped between two men. The air became thin, stifling, as their bodies leaned over me. I lay on top of one, his cock in my pussy. A stabbing pain, a feeling of numbness as it moved inside me. I stared at the ceiling, watching the blurry shadows dance there. The other was squatting behind me, fucking my ass. I felt his breath on my neck, his hands holding me tight, forcing me to stay in this position. "So, do you like it, little one?" I didn't answer. What could I say? Every word would be a lie, a surrender.

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Evening had long since given way to night, and outside it was almost light. A pale glow penetrated the windows, casting long shadows on the walls. I closed my eyes, trying to dream myself into a distant world, a place without pain, without fear, without this endless humiliation. The movements became faster, more violent. I felt my body tense, tears streaming inexorably down my cheeks. "Ah, fuck, it's so tight in here!" "He's about to come, I can feel it!" A groan, a gasp, a short, violent twitch. Then silence. Only the men's heavy breathing, the dripping of sweat on my skin. They rolled off me, leaving me lying on the floor like an empty sack. I felt the cold slowly spreading through my body. "So, that's it then." "Yes, off home now." I heard them getting dressed, whispering, closing the door behind them. Then I was alone. Alone with the pain, with the shame, with the endless emptiness. I lay there, unable to move, unable to think. I was empty, drained, like a squeezed lemon. I was lost, forever scared by that night. A night that would change my life forever.


"Oh fuck, they really made you a number." I suddenly heard a voice as I came to. How did I end up on the sofa? I didn't know, but I felt that I was covered in semen. No trace of Ricky or the many men. Only now did I recognize Vivian, who was looking at me with a horrified expression.

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[Shocker]

Ricky certainly profited greatly from the time together.
Excellent chapter.