Chapter 14: Claimed by the Pack
The cheer was a guttural, masculine roar that shook dust from the cabin rafters. It wasn’t applause; it was the sound of animals scenting meat. The sound seemed to vibrate through the two cocks still lodged deep in her body.
Jeb pulled out of her with a wet, sucking pop. The sudden emptiness was a shock, a cold draft on her over-stretched flesh. Before she could even gasp, Walter’s hand was on the back of her neck, pressing her pregnant belly firmly into the scratchy wool blanket.
“Hold her steady,” Walter said, his voice devoid of everything but intent.
Rex’s cock, still buried alongside the vacancy Jeb left, began to piston in and out. It was a lonely, frantic rhythm. He was claiming his space, marking her in front of them all. His breath hitched behind her. “You see this? You see her take it?”
Emmy turned her head, her cheek grinding against the blanket. Her eyes met Mitch’s, the bearded man who’d been at her mouth. He was still naked, his cock glistening with her spit. He smiled that gap-toothed smile and stepped closer.
“Open up, girl. Ain’t done with you.”
Dully, she parted her lips. He shoved his thick cock back into her mouth, past her teeth, hitting the back of her throat. She gagged, tears springing to her eyes again. The taste of her own cunt was salty and strong on him. He didn’t let her adjust, just started fucking her face in short, brutal jabs.
“Yeah, suck it clean,” he grunted, his hands tangling in her hair.
From the corner of her watering eye, she saw Boyd, the one who’d been on the floor, move behind her. He spat onto his palm, slicking his cock, then pressed the blunt head against her other hole. The one that had never been touched. Panic, sharp and clean, lanced through the fog of submission.
She tried to shake her head, but Mitch held her fast. A muffled “mmph!” escaped around his cock.
“Easy now,” Boyd drawled. “Just a little push.”
He pushed. It wasn’t little. It was a tearing, incendiary pressure, a violation that felt surgical in its sharpness. She screamed, the sound vibrating around Mitch’s shaft. Her body went rigid, a cord pulled too tight.
Rex stopped moving inside her pussy. “Jesus, Boyd, take it easy.”
“She’s gotta learn,” Walter said, his voice cool. His hands spread the cheeks of her ass, exposing her more. “Keep going. Pop that cherry.”
Boyd shoved again, his hips snapping forward. There was a horrible, internal rupture. A pain so bright and specific it bleached her vision white. Then he was in, buried to the hilt in a place never meant to be entered. The fullness was obscene, a solid, burning log seated inside her. She choked, her body convulsing around the triple penetration—mouth, cunt, ass.
Mitch groaned, his hips stuttering. “Gonna fucking cum, you little throat whore.” He spasmed, and a hot, bitter flood hit the back of her throat. She had no choice but to swallow, the thick spurts coating her gullet.
As he pulled out, gasping, Walter spoke again. “Jeb. Get back in there. Don’t let that pussy get lonely.”
Jeb knelt again, aligning his cock with Rex’s at her ravaged entrance. Rex, his face a mask of something between lust and anguish, pulled out to make room. Jeb drove in first, reclaiming his spot. Then Rex, his jaw tight, pushed his cock back in alongside his cousin’s.
The feeling was catastrophic. Her pussy, already bruised and stuffed with Boyd in her ass, was forced to accommodate two thick shafts again. The stretch was unbearable. It was glorious. She felt every ridge, every vein, every pulse as they began to move in a ragged, competitive rhythm, each man fighting for space inside her ruined hole.
“Fuck, she’s tight like this,” Jeb groaned.
“She’s mine,” Rex snarled, slamming harder.
Walter leaned down, his lips close to her ear. His voice was a venomous whisper, just for her. “Look at you. Two holes, three cocks. My son in your cunt, my nephew in your cunt, my cousin in your ass. You’re nothing but a set of fuck-holes now, aren’t you? A pretty little parish pump for this whole goddamn valley.”
His words carved into her deeper than any cock. They found the last shattered piece of the girl who’d worn the pale blue Easter scarf and vaporized it.
“Gonna pump you so full of seed it’ll drip out for days,” Walter continued, his hand stroking her hair almost tenderly. “Maybe it’ll mix with my baby in there. Make a real cocktail.”
Boyd grunted behind her, his pace in her ass becoming punishing, rhythmic. “She’s clamping down like a vise. Holy shit.”
The sensations began to blur, pain and pleasure fusing into a single, white-hot current of being used. Her body was no longer her own. It was a vessel, a receptacle, a thing being filled and passed around. The men on the couch were stroking themselves, shouting encouragement. “Take it, you slut!” “Damn, look at that stomach jiggle!” “Whose pregnant whore is she?”
Rex’s breathing became ragged, desperate. “Emmy… Emmy, I’m gonna…”
“Do it,” Walter commanded. “Fill her up. Let ‘em all see.”
With a broken cry, Rex slammed home and held there. She felt the hot, familiar pulsing of his release deep inside her, flooding the space he shared with Jeb’s invading length. The intimacy of it, in this nightmare, was what finally broke her. A second orgasm ripped through her, not from pleasure, but from sheer abject surrender. Her cunt clenched wildly around the two cocks, milking Rex’s cum.
Jeb cursed. “Fuck, that set me off!” He bucked, and another flood of wet heat joined Rex’s inside her.
Boyd wasn’t far behind. He buried himself to the root in her ass, his body stiffening. “Here it comes, you tight little asshole!” The feeling of being filled there, with a stranger’s cum, was the final obscenity. It was a violation that sealed her transformation.
One by one, they pulled out of her.
She collapsed onto her side, a mess of fluids leaking from her. Cum dripped from her swollen pussy onto the blanket. A trickle leaked from her aching anus. She felt hollowed out, wrecked, branded.
The room was quiet except for the men’s heavy breathing and the crackle of the fire.
Walter stood up. He looked at the circle of sated, grinning men. Then he looked down at her.
“Carter. Dale. Travis. Your turn.” He said it simply. “She’s warmed up for you. Be gentle with her mouth, she’s new. The other holes are broken in just fine.”
As the next man moved towards her, Walter nudged her thigh with his boot. “Aren’t you gonna thank them, Emmy? For all these lovely gifts?”
She looked up, her vision swimming. She saw Rex across the room, buckling his belt, not meeting her eyes. She saw Walter, his expression unreadable. She saw the stranger, Carter, his cock already hard again, kneeling before her face.
The words came out as a rasp, a torn whisper from a raw throat. They were the truest words she’d ever spoken.
“Thank you,” she breathed. Then she opened her mouth.