Chapter 9: Claimed Twice
Nat’s body hit the rumpled sheets, a boneless heap still trembling from the brutal climax. Chris didn’t give her a second to recover. Before her vision cleared, his powerful hands were on her hips, flipping her onto her back with a grunt. The sudden movement jolted a gasp from her lips. Her legs, still weak and shaking, were shoved wide apart, knees bent, feet digging into the mattress. Her pussy, swollen, glistening, and stretched obscenely open, pulsed visibly, thick streams of Chris’s cum still oozing from the reddened entrance.
"I ain't done with you, little slut," Chris growled, his voice thick and raw. He knelt between her splayed thighs, his cock already rigid again, flushed deep red and glistening with their mixed fluids. He gripped the base, the thick veins standing out under his fingers, and positioned the fat, mushroom head directly against her abused opening. Nat whimpered, a sound mixed with residual pleasure and dawning shock at his renewed hardness. Her body arched involuntarily as the blunt pressure increased.
He didn’t ask. He slammed forward, burying himself to the hilt in one relentless thrust.
"FUCK!" Nat shrieked, her head snapping back, neck corded. Her body bowed off the bed. It wasn’t the initial stretch of a virgin hole, but the raw, deep ache of a passage already fucked wide open, now forcibly stretched again by his re-hardened girth. Her inner muscles fluttered wildly, clamping down on the invader in a reflexive spasm that felt like a desperate massage. "OhgodohGOD! It's... still... so... BIG!"
Chris leaned forward, bracing his hands on either side of her head, trapping her. His eyes, dark with pure lust, locked onto hers. Sweat dripped from his brow onto her chest. He began to piston into her, deep, grinding strokes that pulled her body up the bed with each inward drive. The wet, obscene squelch of his cock ramming into her cum-slick channel filled the room, louder than the heavy rhythm of flesh slapping against flesh. "That's it," he grunted, his breath hot on her face. "Take it all, you needy bitch. Feel that real cock filling you up?" He thrust harder, deeper, the base of his shaft slamming against her clit with bruising force.
Her hips bucked wildly beneath him, seeking more of the punishing friction. Her small hands flew up, nails raking down his sweat-slicked back, leaving angry red trails. "YES! YES! BREED ME DEEPER!" she screamed, the words tearing from her throat, raw and desperate. Her glasses were askew, tears and sweat mingling on her cheeks. "Fill my fucked-out cunt! Pump me full! DEEPER!"
Micha, still frozen in the doorway, made a choked, strangled sound. His face was ashen, eyes wide and unblinking, fixed on the point where Chris disappeared inside his girlfriend. His hand was clamped over the damp spot on his trousers, knuckles white. Lucia sidled closer, her arm snaking around his waist. "See how she begs for it?" she breathed directly into his ear, her voice a poisonous purr. "Look how wide he splits her open. That tiny pussy swallowing that monster cock... Bet she never made sounds like that for your little dick, did she, Micha?" A violent tremor ran through him. He closed his eyes, swaying slightly.
Bambi had crawled to the foot of the bed. Her eyes were huge, pupils blown wide with arousal. She watched Chris's huge balls slap against Nat's ass with each thrust. "Fuck... fuck..." Bambi whimpered. She couldn't resist. Reaching out a trembling hand, she lightly traced the taut skin of Nat's inner thigh, just below where Chris was relentlessly hammering. Nat jerked at the touch, her eyes flying open, meeting Bambi's hungry gaze. "She's... she's so wet," Bambi murmured, her fingers drifting closer to the stretched, glistening mess of Nat's labia. "Can... can I touch her? Chris? While you fuck her?"
Chris paused for a split second, mid-thrust, looking down at Bambi. A feral grin spread across his face. "Yeah. Show Micha's girlfriend how a real slut takes cock. Make her feel good."
Bambi eagerly scooted closer. Her fingers, small and delicate with chipped black nail polish, bypassed Nat's clit entirely and pushed gently but firmly against Nat's perineum, applying pressure right where Chris's cock was pounding deep inside her, then sliding up to rub the stretched outer lips. Nat cried out, a keening wail. The added sensation, the humiliation of another woman touching her while she was being fucked raw, sent a fresh surge of perverse pleasure crashing through her. "Oh! Bambi! Fuck!"
From the doorway, Noa watched, transfixed. Her own breathing was shallow, her nipples hard points pressing against her thin top. She felt Nicola’s hand tighten almost painfully around hers. Nicola’s face was flushed, her mouth slightly open, her gaze fixed not on Chris, but on the raw, primal need etched on Noa’s face. Nicola’s thumb unconsciously stroked the back of Noa’s hand. "He’s… destroying her," Noa whispered, a tremor in her voice that wasn’t fear.
"He’s giving her what she needs," Lucia countered smoothly, her eyes flicking dismissively to the couple. "What you might need too, Noa. Bet that pretty pussy misses being stretched like that."
Conzi stood further back, near the dresser, partially hidden in shadow. Her arms were crossed tightly over her chest, but her knuckles were white. Her glasses reflected the dim light, hiding her eyes, but the rapid rise and fall of her breasts beneath her modest sweater betrayed her. She watched Chris’s powerful back muscles ripple, heard Nat’s guttural screams morph into choked sobs of overwhelming sensation. The feminist rhetoric felt like ashes in her mouth. A forbidden heat pooled low in her belly, a treacherous throb echoing Nat’s desperate cries. Fuck me like that. Use me. The thought, unbidden and shameful, shocked her. She shifted her weight, pressing her thighs together.
Chris sensed Nat tightening around him, the fluttering intensifying, her screams becoming ragged gasps. "You gonna cum again, you greedy whore?" he snarled, shifting his angle slightly, driving the thick head directly against her cervix with bruising force. "Cum all over my cock while your boyfriend watches you get bred?"
"YES! FUCK! BREED ME! BREED THIS WORTHLESS CUNT!" Nat wailed, her body locking rigid. Her orgasm exploded, a silent scream tearing through her as her internal muscles clamped down in violent, rhythmic spasms around the massive shaft impaling her. Her hips bucked wildly off the bed, driving him impossibly deep.
Chris roared, his own release triggered by her convulsing grip. He slammed home one final time, grinding his pelvis hard against her, pinning her clit beneath him as hot jets of cum pulsed deep into her womb. He held himself there, buried to the root, feeling the warmth flood her. Panting heavily, sweat dripping onto her heaving chest, he watched her face contort in exquisite agony as he filled her completely, again.
Slowly, reluctantly, he pulled out. A fresh, thick gush of cum immediately spilled from Nat’s gaping, swollen pussy, pooling beneath her on the dark sheets. She lay utterly spent, limbs splayed, breathing in shallow, broken gasps, her eyes glazed and unfocused.
The room was thick with the smell of sweat, sex, and humiliation. Micha was crying silently, tears cutting tracks through the sweat on his face. Bambi was still crouched near Nat's legs, her own fingers now subtly rubbing her clit through her shorts, mesmerized by the sight of Chris’s cum leaking out. Noa leaned her head back against the doorframe, her eyes closed, biting her lower lip hard. Nicola watched her, a complex mix of jealousy, arousal, and fear tightening her features. Lucia simply smirked, surveying the wreckage.
Conzi uncrossed her arms, her hand trembling slightly as she adjusted her glasses, trying to regain her composure. Before anyone could speak, a new voice cut through the heavy silence from the hallway, sharp and dripping with bratty entitlement.