“Liam! You bastard, you actually did it!”
A booming voice cut through the music. A man emerged from the gloom, built like a retired linebacker, with a shaved head and a thick beard streaked with grey. He was dressed in dark slacks and a tight black t-shirt that strained over a powerful chest. His eyes, small and dark like a boar’s, locked onto Olivia and devoured her in an instant.
“Marcus, ” Liam said, clapping the man on the shoulder. “Told you I’d bring her for her eighteenth.”
Marcus stepped close, too close.
“Jesus Christ, Liam. You weren’t fucking exaggerating.” His hand came up and cupped one of Olivia’s tits through the mesh, his thumb rasping over her nipple. Olivia squeaked, trying to shrink away, but Liam held her fast. “Look at these tits. Perfect handfuls. And that face... fuck, she looks like a goddamn angel. A filthy little angel dressed like a back-alley whore.”
Another man joined them, leaner, with sharp features and cold grey eyes behind wire-rimmed glasses. He didn’t speak, just reached out and pinched Olivia’s other nipple hard, twisting it. A sharp pain-pleasure jolted through her, and she whimpered.
“This is Silas, ” Liam said casually, as if introducing a colleague at a barbecue.
“The skirt is a nice touch, ” Silas said, his voice a soft, icy whisper. “Easy access. Is she shaved?”
“Bare as the day she was born, ” Liam bragged, his hand sliding down to squeeze Olivia’s ass cheek. “I checked this morning. Smooth little peach.”
“Bring her here, Liam, ” Marcus said, sinking into a large leather armchair. “Let’s get a proper look at your present.”
Liam pushed Olivia forward. She stumbled, and Marcus caught her wrist, yanking her down onto his lap. She landed with a soft oomph, her ass settling on his hard thighs. His arms immediately wrapped around her like steel bands, one hand splaying across her stomach, holding her tight against him. She could feel the thick, hard ridge of his erection pressing into her lower back.
“There we go, ” Marcus purred into her ear. His other hand went straight to her thigh, hiking her skirt up to her waist, exposing the white lace tops of her stockings and the completely bare, glistening slit of her pussy to the room. A collective, hungry murmur went through the men.
“Look at that pretty little cunt, ” a man with a salt-and-pepper goatee breathed, leaning in close. “Pink and puffy. Is she dripping for us already?”
“She’s always dripping, ” Liam said proudly, standing back to watch like a director admiring his star performer. “Little slut can’t help herself. I hear her every night, fucking herself stupid with her toys. But she’s never had the real thing. That tight little cunt is virgin. So is that perfect little asshole. Untouched. Waiting for a proper cock to wreck them.”
Marcus’s hand left her stomach and dipped between her splayed thighs. Two thick fingers plunged into her cunt without preamble.
“Fuck, she’s tight, ” Marcus grunted, working his fingers in and out with rough, shallow thrusts. “Like a hot, wet fist. Listen to that squelch.” The wet, filthy sounds were audible even over the bass.
Silas stepped forward. In his hand was a small, cruel-looking metal clamp with tiny rubber teeth. He leaned down, his glasses glinting in the red light.
“Let’s see if we can make these pretty nipples stand up for us properly.” He attached the clamp to her right nipple first. The bite of it was immediate and intense—a sharp pain that quickly bloomed into a deep, throbbing ache. Olivia cried out again, tears springing to her eyes. He attached a second clamp to her left nipple, then gave each a sharp tug. The pain went straight to her pussy which spasmed violently around Marcus’s pumping fingers.
“She came!” Marcus laughed, feeling her convulse. “The little bitch just came on my fingers from a little pain! Oh, Liam, you’ve raised a perfect little pain-slut.”
Liam beamed. “Told you.”
Another man, introduced as Karl—a bulky man with tattooed forearms—produced a smooth, polished obsidian wand, about the thickness of two fingers and slightly curved. “Virgin asshole, you said?” Without ceremony, he pressed the cool, rounded tip against Olivia’s other hole, still slick from her own juices and Marcus’s ministrations.
“No, please...” Olivia sobbed, trying to clench shut.
“None of that, ” Liam chided softly from the sidelines. “Take it for Daddy’s friends.”
Karl pushed. The stretch was burning, maddening. Olivia thrashed in Marcus’s lap, but he held her like a vise, his fingers still fucking her cunt in counter-rhythm to the stone plug invading her ass. The dual penetration, the clamps on her nipples sending waves of hurt-pleasure through her, overloaded her senses. Her world narrowed to the brutal fullness in her holes and the ring of hungry eyes watching her degradation.
Silas produced a small, powerful vibrator—a bullet. He flicked it on, a high-pitched buzz, and pressed it directly to her clit, which was swollen and protruding from its hood.
A guttural scream was torn from Olivia’s throat. Her body bowed backwards against Marcus’s chest as she orgasmed violently. Her cunt gushed around Marcus’s fingers, a hot flood of her juices soaking his hand and her thighs. Her ass clenched rhythmically around the stone plug as she squirted, a jet of clear fluid spraying onto the floor in front of the chair with an audible patter.
She writhed and spasmed uncontrollably, a puppet cut from its strings, mindless noises falling from her lips. The men cheered and laughed, making filthy comments about her “squirting whore’s cunt” and “broken-in ass.”
Liam finally moved then. He stepped into the circle and gestured for Marcus to release her. Marcus gave her cunt one last, rough grope before shoving her off his lap. Olivia stumbled and would have fallen if Liam hadn’t caught her. He pulled her into his own lap as he took the vacated armchair, arranging her so she was straddling him, facing him.
He leaned forward, his lips brushing the shell of her ear as the other men crowded in closer again, hands reaching out to stroke her bruised thighs, her clamped nipples, to play with the stone plug protruding from her ass.
“Now, ” Liam whispered, the promise dark and absolute in his voice, “Daddy’s going to give you your real birthday present.”
He quickly unzipped his fly and pushed down his boxers, freeing his cock.
It sprang out, thick and veined and angry red, the head glistening with pre-cum. He pressed the hot, blunt crown against her opening, which still fluttered weakly from Marcus’s fingers and her own squirting orgasm.
“This is it, babygirl, ” Liam grunted, his eyes locked on hers. No gentleness, no pretense. “Eighteen years. I made this cunt. Now I break it.”
He drove up.
A raw, animal scream tore from Olivia’s throat. The pain was white-hot and catastrophic, a searing rip deep inside her that obliterated every other sensation. The thin, fragile barrier of her virginity gave way with a sickening, internal tear. He didn’t stop. He pistoned his hips upward, burying his entire length in one brutal, claiming stroke, his pubic bone slamming against her clit with a force that rattled her teeth.
“FUCK! Feel that, you little whore?” Liam roared, his face a mask of savage triumph. “Feel your daddy’s cock splitting you open? That was your cherry. Gone. You’re a used cunt now.”
“Look at her face!” Marcus bellowed, laughing. He stepped forward and brought his open palm down hard on Olivia’s right breast, right beside the biting clamp. The slap was a sharp crack, the pain a bright explosion that made her scream again. Her tit jiggled violently. “She’s feeling every fucking inch!”
Another man, Karl, leaned in. He had a small, cruel-looking flogger with thin rubber tails. He didn’t use it on her back. He flicked it directly at her swollen, exposed clit.
“She’s gonna squirt again!” Silas observed coolly, adjusting his glasses. “Her body doesn’t know if it’s being fucked or tortured. It just knows it’s being used. Perfect.”
Liam began to move. He didn’t fuck her with a rhythm; he jackhammered into her, short, brutal, deep thrusts that hammered against her very core. Each drive punched a sobbing gasp from her lungs. The pain began to mutate, blending with the harsh, overwhelming stimulation. The clamps on her nipples sent jagged pulses through her with every jolt. The flogger continued its assault on her clit, a relentless, stinging fire.
“Gonna go deep, Livvy, ” Liam snarled, his breath hot on her face. His pace increased, his balls slapping wetly against her ass where the stone plug still sat. “Gonna pound past that tight little cunt. Gonna break your cervix open. Gonna dump my seed right in your womb. Make you take your daddy’s load where it belongs. You wanna be a slut? I’ll make you a bred slut.”
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