XBD (warning: NC)

Dorian fucked her with longer, more powerful strokes. V moaned every time he thrust inside her. Her inner walls clamped down hard on the penetration, trying to keep it inside her. Her cunt was getting greedy. She didn’t want his erection to withdraw, she just wanted more and more.

But the pain of the rape pulled her mind away from the pleasure she was sinking into. Her back was crisscrossed by the painful pattern of the chain-link fence behind her. But the friction of the prick stroking into her juicy pussy was enough to soften her, to warm her, to excite her to the point of orgasm.

“No, no,” she moaned, “don’t do this to me!” Speaking perhaps to the feelings boiling deep inside her, making her enjoy this and want this.

She said the words but she couldn’t stop herself from wanting more. Wrapping a slender leg around Dorian’s waist, she pulled him even deeper into her sex. The feel of his throbbing cockhead going deeper and deeper into her softly yielding cunt pushed her to the edge of orgasm. V couldn’t be prevented from going over, even by herself. She came, wailing in dismay at how good it felt.

But Dorian wasn’t satisfied with just making her come. He wanted more. V felt him lifting her up with the impossible strength of his augs. Something rattled at the edges of her senses, dulled as they were by the roar of pleasure inside her, until she felt links of chain circling around her left wrist. She struggled, but couldn’t get her hand free. She was chained to the fence. Then her right hand was seized, chained, locked up tight. She was left spread eagle against the fence.

What was worse, Dorian’s cock slipped out of her hungry cunt with a lewd pop. Now she was empty inside, left alone with her haunting contentment. Chained in place, V simply hung there. She’d never felt more abandoned or more embarrassed. Her feet floated two inches above the hard concrete floor. Her entire weight was held by her arms and shoulders. Already they were beginning to burn under the strain.

“Why are you doing this to me?” she demanded. “What did I ever do to you?”

“You looked the way you look,” Stefan answered, staring at his handiwork, nodding at the chains and locks that held V in place. Then he just smiled.

That was worse than if he had gloated over her, insulted her. It was like it went without saying that she was his to do whatever he wanted with.

“Hey, how about letting me have some fucking?” one of the scavs cried.

In the dim light of the decrepit room, his cock gleamed pure silver with lubricant. V cried out in fear, thinking it was an aug, but as he shifted his weight, his erection revealed itself as a reddened, living cock. V didn’t know if that was better or worse.

“She’s all yours,” Stefan said, casually grabbing up one of V’s feet and pulling her leg up, out of the way, at a right angle to her body. “There. That’ll make it so even her pussy is good and tight for you.”

V hung suspended, her chains rattling as she was rearranged to expose her cunt obscenely to her waiting rapist. Her sex trembled with fear of the man’s burgeoning erection. The way Stefan held her leg out of the way insured that she would be his victim, that she would feel every inch of cock he wanted to give her.

“Oh yeah, that’s more like it!” the scav said, taking V’s other foot and tucking it under his right arm, so both of V’s legs were held out of the way.

She had to shut her eyes. This was too overwhelming for her to bear. The strain kept building up in her shoulders. The cold metal links of the fence cut ruthlessly into her soft white skin. With her legs locked up the way they were, she couldn’t struggle with any of her limbs. She could only move her head around, look or not look. She was at the scavs’ mercy, but they had absolutely no desire to see her spared even the slightest bit of pain. Stefan laughed out loud as the scav moved between V’s thighs and pushed his cock into her tight slit.

V felt like she was being torn apart. The scav’s prick drove into her hard and fast, opening up her slit and then making her explode all the way up to her cervix. The friction burned at her inner walls while his sheer girth forced them to spread, made their straining folds even more sensitive to his passage.

V trembled like a leaf in a storm. The pain from her twisted contortion rose to meet the pain of being sexually impaled, but nothing she felt could stop the man from going further towards her womb.

“Stop it!” she cried, but only made his sadistic grin widen. She could tell by that smile that he wasn’t going to stop until he’d orgasmed. He was far too addicted to his power over her to call it quits.

His hips pistoned against her crotch, sending his prick raking along the tender insides of her pussy until she was crying out in pain. This wasn’t how sex was supposed to be. She liked it soft and tender and passionate. This was hard and brutal and mercenary, the scav just using her body as a convenient hole, touching her flesh like a toy he was playing with.

While her leg stayed trapped under his arm, his hands explored her round little ass. One finger traced her tiny asshole, testing it, before pressing hard and deep into her rectum. V screamed and came, the climax that hit her body coming as a total surprise.

She hated herself for being so pliant. It seemed as if any touch, any use of her body, was rewarded with orgasm. V shouldn’t have been aroused by this brutal, degrading rape, but her body greedily accepted the sensations, absent her condemning mind. She came again, the feelings helplessly pouring into her senses from her traitorous flesh.