Page 36 of Deadfall

He gripped the front of my flannel and yanked, scattering buttons as he pulled it open. I gasped, and struggled against Harry’s arms, but they wrestled the flannel off my shoulders and used it to help pin my arms behind my back. I thrashed in their grip until Jas jumped in to help. He grabbed my braid and held my head immobile.

“Get her pants off, Pete,” Harry ordered.

His hips ground into me from behind and I felt the hard shape of him, made harder the more I struggled. Pete’s hands went to the button of my jeans. The sound of the zipper was loud and sent panic slithering down my spine. I turned my head and sank my teeth into Jas’ arm.

“Fuck!” He let me go with a curse.

I jerked my head back and sent it straight into Harry’s nose. He yelped and his grip loosened enough that I was able to slip out.

“Fucking bitch,” Harry snarled.

Pete grabbed my ankle and yanked. I shrieked and kicked out, connecting with his jaw. He cursed and let go. I scrambled to my feet and made it a few more yards before I was tackled back to the ground. Harry wrapped his arm around my neck and roughly cut off my air.

“I like a little fight,” Harry chuckled.

No matter how much I thrashed around, hands pulled my jeans down my ass. Fingers probed between my cheeks, while another pair pulled my ankles apart and ran a hand over my panties before they roughly dipped underneath to drag down my opening. A knife flicked open and the blade burned across my skin as they cut off my underwear.

I inhaled dirt, about to scream, but someone shoved fabric into my mouth. I panicked and fought harder. Harry spit into his hand and slapped the saliva roughly between my legs. This time his fingers slipped inside me. He pushed them deep and twisted them around as he probed and explored. My mind went blank—every single fighting move, tactic and lesson Sacha had taught me completely vanished.

I couldn’t focus, I couldn’t breathe, I couldn’t think about anything beyond being violated.

Harry made a sound of pleasure and his breath caught in his excitement. His fingers withdrew, then there was pressure as he forced his cock against my entrance. I cried out around the gag—it burned, but he forced himself into me with grunts and breathless curses.

“Goddamn, she’s a tight one—” Harry gasped.

He grabbed the back of my neck and gripped hard to give himself better leverage. The pressure eased when he pulled out, but before I could feel relief he slammed his way back in. I screamed against the fabric in my mouth as he buried himself as deep as he could.

I couldn’t breathe.

I cried out and thrashed in hopes I’d dislodge him, but my struggles only seemed to embolden him. He groaned in pleasure and his fist tightened. He squeezed the rest of the air from my lungs and I fought for a different reason, convinced he was going to suffocate me. His thrusts were hard, and deep, and so fucking painful I couldn’t stop crying. When he half-pulled out and paused, my vision swam and for a moment I hoped it was over.

“Oh baby—are you a virgin? Look boys—”

I shrieked as he ground his cock deep inside and then pulled all the way out.

“Aw, lucky bastard.”

“I’m next—”

Harry chuckled and used his free hand to pat my ass. He leaned over my back and I whimpered in pain as the head of his cock pressed against my opening. His breath was hot against my ear.

“I’m gonna break you in, sweetheart,” he panted. “I’m gonna shape this virgin pussy to fit my cock.”

He slammed my head down into the dirt at the same time he drove his hips forward, and seated himself fully in one solid thrust. I screamed. In my panic, my lungs seized and darkness swept over me.

“Shit, Harry, did you choke her out?” Pete asked.

I was dazed. I don’t know how long I’d been unconscious, There was a dampness between my legs, and a deep burn I could feel in my stomach.

“Turn ‘er over,” Jas said.

They manhandled me onto my back with Harry still straddled above my hips. The cold air brushed over my bare skin as Pete pried my legs further apart and settled between them. Harry slapped my cheek, but I stayed unresponsive, stuck in a haze of dissociation.

“Damn, well, I’m still fucking her,” Pete said.

“Tie her wrists—”

I groaned and gave a feeble attempt to resist, but a rough orange rope was wrapped around my wrists and dragged above my head before I could get anywhere.