Chapter 30: Still Seventeen

"Since you have been so creative lately, I thought a little reward would be in place, right about,

now." Elmir says calmly yet sinister.

Four men stands behind him as he talks while Lyra is chained to the bed in his special room. All

four are busy undressing.

"You will scream, moan, groan and love every fucking second of what they are doing. You will

beg them to go harder, deeper and faster.”

EImir kept his calm posture while doing his little speech. Hands resting leisurely in his front

pockets as if talking about the weather. Bile rises in her throat as her body ripples in fear, hate

and self-loathing. How may times now has she felt like this? How many times has she felt defeat

while another piece of her has crumbled and died? Countless. Yet it's as if everything repeats

itself in an endless cycle.

"You will beg them for more." he taunts stepping away.

Being punished for protecting herself Lyra sucks in a breath hoping to come out alive after this.

Hands reaches out for her. Groping and stroking allover her body in a not so gentle way. What

little fabric she had on quickly came off. Two starts sucking on her nipples and pinching until

they ached. Shoulders got kissed, nibbled on or simply bitten until bruised. Another is sucking on

two of his digits, drenching them, then unceremoniously shoves them inside her pussy. He keeps

a steady pace while jerking himself with the other hand. The last guy helps spread her legs

further apart.

"Open up." third spoke shoving his dick in her mouth. "Suck all of it." Nearly chocking she tries to

keep up and look like she enjoys it. The men shuffle around among themselves then suddenly

she's being lifted and placed in a lap of a tall guy with several tattoos. Blond guy came between

their legs and force her to lean back, spread her legs and began licking both her pussy and ass.

Same guy as before comes back and resumes getting sucked off, younger than the others with

pierced lower lip. Fourth one stands a little to the side still jerking off. Not as buff or muscled as

the others, no piercings or tattoos, not too tall but his eyes. Cold and calculating.

Following orders, she moans out loudly. "Feels so good.."

Blondie snickers and bites her clit causing a small whimper escape, much to his delight. Standing

up he lines up and pushes inside, roughly starting to fuck her. Mr tattoo also lines up and thrusts

inside. Lyra let out a scream like sound at the pain and sudden discomfort.

"You are so big..." she quickly tried to cover up.

From past experience Lyra uses all her willpower to try and relax the muscles around anus to

avoid getting ripped open by Mr tattoo.

"You like that, don't you?" he whispers thrusting harder. Blondie and Mr tattoo set a fast and

brutal pace. Moaning, panting and grunting while Mr pierced keeps fucking her mouth and

releasing his load in her face and mouth. Soon Mr tattoo follows shooting his load but continued

to thrust while slowly coming down from his high. Blondie pulled out and came in her mouth.

Another rotation and Mr pierced ends up underneath her, Mr tattoo in front with Blondie to the

side. Only Mr Cold remains in his place.

"Give it to me, fuck my throbbing holes...can't wait to feel your big cock in my wet pussy.” For

every dirty word spoken she breaks a little more on the inside. She just wants to be left alone.

Again, she starts questioning that never-ending cycle. Today it's four men and tomorrow there

will be others. Another part of her will shrivel up and die and she will think that there is nothing

more to break. Mr tattoo seemingly getting off on her words thrusts himself inside with a big

grin plastered on his face. And it starts all over again. Lyras worst nightmare of the day took

place when Mr Cold started instructing, resulting with her having two in the ass and one in the

pussy. Unable to pretend to like it she releases a shrill scream in pain. EImir is seated in the

corner, watching with a sadistic smile on his lips. Loving the sight of her breaking down in front

of him. Another day, another breakdown.