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Never in his life had Lee Scoresby experience such a sensation as he knew when the dying gunman grabbed Hester by the neck.
No one touches another person’s daemon. It was so taboo that even in the heat of battle, even when it was life or death, a person still shied away from touching their enemy’s daemon. It was so unthinkable that Lee and Hester had never thought to guard against it. Hester had eyed the man’s daemon but had not known it was necessary to keep an eye on the man’s hands until it was far too late.
It felt wrong, an indescribably wrongness, an intimate wrongness, as wrong as if the man had gone to touch Lee’s private parts, as if he had reached inside him somehow to touch places no one was ever meant to touch. Even worse, he had his hands around Hester’s neck; he was killing her, killing Lee too, and he could feel her struggle like his own. Lee managed to push through the wrongness, left the Winchester because the man was too close, and he lifted his gun, not to shoot (it couldn’t shoot) but to clobber the man to death. The man saw him coming and grinned, as if to say ‘you killed me, but I got you back’, but otherwise made no move to defend himself.
Lee Scoresby reared back his arm and felt something press into his shoulder and then came an explosion that left him near senseless. The hot crack of a rifle was so close, so impossibly loud, that the sound hitting his ears almost hurt more than the bullet ripping through his shoulder.
Pierre McConville had taken advantage of Lee’s distraction and this was how he chose to make his presence felt. He had not aimed to kill, not even to maim, the bullet high enough to only slice through skin and graze bone, rather than lodging inside him or finding its way through a vital organ. Not that Lee was aware of this; he had less than a second to become aware of the danger before the danger was splashing his blood across the warehouse, the boom of the gun near breaking his eardrums, and between that and Hester still being grasped in the hands of the second gunman, Lee was rendered completely incapacitated and collapsed back to the ground.
He could have died then. Hester could not breathe. And McConville was there, standing over him, his rattlesnake coiled smugly at his side. McConville did not shoot again, however. He spoke. At first, his ears still ringing from the gun going off so close, Lee could not hear anything but a loud ringing in his ears. Hester could hear though, even half dead from strangulation.
“Let go its neck,” he said, speaking to his associate.
“They killed me,” answered the gunman, not seeming inclined to do as he was asked. “I’m a gonna kill them dead.”
“So we will, so we will,” McConville agreed. “But not so quick, like.”
The gunman considered that. Then, just when Hester was on the verge of passing out, he let her neck go and instead grasped her by the ears. She gasped in and out, deep gulps of air, then glanced at Lee, who was still reeling and trying to get himself together enough to fight, then at the rattlesnake, then at the man standing over them, grinning.
“Well?” demanded Hester, defiant, “You gonna finish us or not?”
“Not yet,” answered the villain, and he grabbed Lee under the arms, taking care to press his thumb into the gunshot wound, and started dragging him towards the nearest pillar at the center of the room.
Both Lee and Hester lost all composure quite quickly at that because the dying gunman still held Hester and the pillar was too far away; they could feel the stretch between them as a physical pain.
“No!” Hester cried, the more coherent of the two, and she squirmed so violently that the gunman almost had to let go, except his daemon helped him and Hester could not get away. The stretch pulled, but the pillar was not so far away as to break them, for all it hurt, and McConville grinned nastily.
He talked, all the while he got Lee how he wanted him, about how he knew them, how he always meant to kill them, how he killed those deputies through their daemons and now he was going to do the same to them. Lee rather regretted the slow return of his hearing, if those tales were to be the last thing in the world he heard.
McConville stripped away Lee’s clothes, not caring much what buttons tore off or what stitches ripped. Lee struggled, to get back to Hester, to get the better of McConville, to get away. McConville responded sadistically, first by pressing on the gunshot wound until Lee cried out, then, still with that evil smirk, kicking the downed man directly between the legs.
The bullet wound was painful. Being hit in his most sensitive area left him near senseless from agony. He curled in on himself, trying to protect himself from further pain, choking on agony too intense for him to even scream. Hester was rendered almost as senseless, sharing Lee’s pain as surely as someone had struck her as well.
“Get used to that,” McConville said, still grinning cruelly. “What I did to them deputies en’t nothing on what I’m about to do to you. I think I’ll make this more…personal. Maybe I’ll fuck you half to death…and then I’ll force my fat dick up your rabbit’s pussy and break her open. I’ll cum so deep in her you’ll both taste my cum on your lips as you breathe your last. You a beta or a pussy boy? I know you en’t no alpha.” He forced down Lee’s pants and thrust his hand down his underwear to find out for himself, grinning when he felt the fleshy lips of a pussy nestled behind a stubby cock; the usual anatomy of an omega. Then, just because he could, he grabbed the little cock, pinched the head as hard as he could and twisted.
The man holding Hester grinned, watching her go from squirming to get away, to curling inward as if to protect herself from the pain her human had received, or perhaps from McConville’s threat. That apparently gave the gunman an idea, because while McConville cruelly went about his work of stripping Lee, detailing all the horrible things he had done in the past, and all the horrible things he meant to do, the gunman used what little strength he had left to position Hester’s smaller hare body over his leg, forcing her hindlegs to part. Then he brought his hand down with all that was left of his strength directly on her tiny pussy.
It was Lee who cried out, the double violation of having another man touch his daemon and having him hurt her in a very intimate location too much for him to bear. The gunman laughed, feeling his own hot blood in his throat, and, knowing his time was limited, he set about to do as much harm as he could in what time he had left. He rained down a beating against Hester’s exposed pussy, as hard and fast as he could first hitting, then punching with his fist. The only saving grace was that he was dying, and the blows were much weaker than they could have been. This did not help Hester or Lee much, because they were still quite hard enough to cause them both to feel an agony to rival the bullet wound in Lee’s shoulder.
They were also quite enough that McConville had no trouble arranging Lee as he liked. The man was soon naked from head to toe. Normally Lee’s first concern in that situation would have been the cold, because while the warehouse did offer some heating compared to outdoors, it was not nearly enough for a man to comfortably be stripped. Lee’s greater concern in that moment, however, was pain, and the way in which McConville looked at him, lusting after Lee’s agony. Then McConville set about tying Lee up using Lee’s own clothes as bindings despite there being ample supplies around he could have used that were more suited; he seemed to enjoy using the man’s belongings against him.
He tied one of Lee’s ankles to a post with his shirt, then used his pants to tie the other ankle to another post, forcing his legs apart so wide Lee wanted to start begging for mercy. He bit his lip to stop the words, and all the while that fist still punched Hester, and Lee felt it like blows to his own fully exposed cunt. McConville finished it off by binding Lee’s hands behind his back using his belt, the gun holster with his useless gun still attached (after he checked that it truly could not be fired; he seemed to enjoy knowing Lee had his gun right there but could not use it). The end result was that Lee was utterly exposed, legs spread wide and ankles slightly raised to give full access to every part of his intimate regions, nipples hardened by the cold, and arms positioned painfully so Lee was half lying on them, his bullet wound bleeding all the while down his back, following the curve of his arm to soak into his belt, finally creating a small but growing puddle beneath him.
McConville celebrated finishing tying Lee up by giving him a second kick, one Lee had plenty of time to see coming but was powerless to evade, his hard toed boot ramming itself into Lee’s cunt so hard it Lee’s bindings nearly ripped from the posts. Nearly, but they did not, and Lee was forced to lie there, his legs still fully parted, while the worst agony he had ever experienced radiated from his privates up his body, leaving him gagging.
“Everyone says omegas got the worst of it,” McConville commented, clearly delighted with the pain he had dealt out. “No balls to speak of, just enough to be used against ‘em and a sensitive little pussy that was just made to be punished.”
The rattlesnake joined McConville in his fun, not daring to bite (because her venom would have brought an end to things too soon) but crawling over Lee’s leg, moving up it. Lee shuddered to feel another man’s daemon’s scales against his flesh. McConville shuddered too, but it was clear he experienced that intimate violation of his daemon touching Lee as pleasure, his arousal starting to visibly tent his pants, the musky scent of alpha joining the scent of blood in Lee’s nostrils. The snake crawled up slowly, until she reached Lee’s most intimate parts, then flicked her tongue out against his flaccid cock, before rubbing her scales along the folds of his pussy, lips cherry red from the abuse they had already taken, and Lee let out a helpless sob, as unaroused as it was possible to be.
The snake crawled up Lee until her head was level with his ear, her long tail still rubbing all the while between his legs, the almost gentle sensation of the daemon’s touch unrelenting, doubling with the sensation of Hester being first beaten and now punched, every blow unerringly striking her sensitive cunt with cruel intensity, to leave both man and hare sobbing. That on top of the unrelenting stretch between Hester and Lee, on top of Lee’s gunshot wound and throbbing cunt.
“I’d fuck you, if I could,” the rattlesnake whispered intimately in Lee’s ear. “And I’d fuck your rabbit too. But I’ll get to feel his pleasure when his dick is breaking open your fuckhole and I’ll get to feel his balls flooding your useless bitch hole with his seed. We won’t just be killing you and your rabbit when his dick splits her open from the inside out. We’ll kill the baby he’s going to plant in you. He’s going to fill you so full you’d likely have triplets if you were allowed to live. You’re going to die a stupid, useless mom who can’t protect nothing.”
Then, as if to punctuate her words, Lee felt a sensation worse than the kick had been, worse than having Hester’s pussy beaten nonstop for what must have been a full ten minutes. The dying gunman, whose blows had steadily lost power in those ten minutes finally stopped, perhaps realizing that his strength had almost been used up, that for the last minute he had more or less been patting Hester intimately. Perhaps that had given him an idea. Perhaps McConville had made a suggestion while they were otherwise distracted. All Lee and Hester knew was that, without warning, the dying man had rammed his finger up Hester’s unprotected cunt.
It was Lee who screamed, Hester too shocked to breathe let alone cry out. The pain was only secondary to the sheer violation of having another man’s finger pushing inside Lee’s daemon. It was violation on top of violation, a torture beyond anything Lee even knew was possible.
The dying man made the most of his last moments, pulling his finger out then ramming it in again, hard and fast as he could manage.
“Please,” Lee sobbed, begged, anything to make that stop. McConville laughed, and his rattlesnake finished her climb up Lee, her tail finally leaving his private area so she could wrap around his neck, not tightly but with clear potential, her thick muscles flexing, her rattle in his ear.
“Whip him, Pierre,” she said, “Stripe his thighs red and beat his cunt purple, beat it black, before you break the virgin bitch open with your fat dick.”
“Please,” begged Lee, hardly knowing himself what he was saying, just desperate for the gunman to stop violating Hester, for the pain to end, “Fuck me, kill me, anything, just stop.”
With every plea, McConville’s lust grew, the bulge in his pants so large it was almost incapacitating. Had Lee been free, the man would have been easy to best, all the blood flowing to his nether regions. Lee was not free though, and, with a cruel grin (and certainly making no move to stop the gunman’s violation), he set about to follow his own daemon’s suggestion.
He had a whip, because he was the sort of man that always kept a whip coiled at his side, and a moment later Lee knew it too because he skillfully cracked it directly against Lee’s exposed cunt. Then he whipped him again, this time striping his inner thigh, then again to match on the opposite leg.
Lee sobbed incoherently, in too much pain to even beg anymore, too much pain to scream, and he felt the man’s finger inside Hester, painful and raw and deep, and he felt the rattlesnake’s coils around his throat, and he felt as the whip struck his inner thighs, and then skillfully caught him across the ass, the back of his thighs.
Just as the snake had said, McConville took his time, striping Lee’s thighs until every inch of them was bruised or bleeding, most blows falling in the places the villain knew to be the most sensitive, the inner thighs, the back of his knees, the crease where his ass met his legs. Once or twice it even struck his little dick. It did not hit his cunt again, not after the first blow. McConville wanted to destroy that place in a more intimate way than his whip.
Lee writhed, desperate to close his legs, to get away, to get to Hester, but his own clothes held him fast, and his own weakened state worked against him. Hester, still being violated by the dying man, sobbed with Lee, feeling useless and half dead herself.
Then the dying man was not dying anymore because he was dead, his daemon blowing out like smoke. Hester writhed, feeling the change between being held by another man and being held by a corpse, which normally would feel no more a violation than touching any inanimate thing, but the man’s dying move was to ram his finger as deep into the hare as it would go, to the hilt, and leaving it there.
“Guess he’s done for,” said McConville, pausing to admire his own work striping Lee’s thighs.
“Almost did for the rabbit,” said his rattlesnake, sounding delighted. “Look how deep his finger went. That can’t be good; it must be pressing right up into the little bitch’s womb.”
“Here,” said McConville, “I’ll fuck this bitch and you go hold that one in place. Can’t trust a dead man to keep hold of the bitch.”
The scales glided over Lee’s body again, purposefully winding so her body ran over his pussy, then across the welts and bruises that decorated his thighs. Lee groaned, helpless to stop it, and Hester started to struggle against her own pain to free herself.
She was too slow; the snake got there first and coiled around her, around the dead man’s hand, holding the two together. Experimentally, the snake moved herself, making the hare move while holding the hand still. The hare moved forcibly along the finger until it almost came out before the snake rammed the hare down on it again.
“Fuck him now, Pierre,” she said, “And I’ll fuck the rabbit after all.”
Grinning McConville said, “In a bit. I still need to beat the bitch’s pussy ‘til it turns black. Don’t fuck the rabbit yet, wait ‘til I’m ready.”
The snake obediently held still, for all the reprieve it gave them when McConville immediately followed this up by kneeling between Lee’s legs, lifting the little cock up out of the way (and giving it a cruel pinch while he was at it), before punching Lee with all the strength he could manage directly in the most sensitive nub. He had quite a bit more strength than the dying gunman could manage with Hester. It felt like being punched straight up through his organs, all the way to his heart. Lee could not even sob in response, the pain so intense it overwhelmed every atom in his body and left him unable to so much as breathe.
“Hit him again,” the rattlesnake urged, her voice lustful, and with a cruel smirk, McConville did. And then a third time. And then he just hammered his fist against that sensitive nub, hard and fast. Within seconds, it had been punched over twenty times, and McConville showed no sign of slowing or stopping any time soon.
Lee breathed in the end because his lungs found it necessary, and he wished he hadn’t, because if he couldn’t breathe he would soon die, and death would have been far better than the intense hell his life had become. The pain was like a separate entity, so large it was almost outside of him, and it was all he knew. It was all Hester knew too, but she was not incapacitated in the same way and she writhed and sobbed and begged like Lee could not. The coils of the snake held her fast, trembled against her, feeling McConville’s pleasure as her own, practically masturbating herself in time with his punches.
And McConville did not stop. His fist punched Lee’s cunt non-stop for a full minute, over a hundred times those knuckles smashed into that sensitive little nub, his broad fist crushing his pussy lips, his other hand pinching and twisting his little dick cruelly. And then another minute passed. And another minute.
“Yes,” groaned the snake, “Beat him Pierre, beat him so hard, harder, harder, break his cunt, break him.”
Lee was utterly helpless to do anything but live in the worst pain of his existence, to feel punch after punch to his sensitive privates. If he could have willed himself unconscious, willed himself dead, he would have. But McConville seemed to have a talent for torture, knowing where to hit that hurt, but did not injure so bad as to allow his victim to escape the pain. And another minute passed, and still Lee had to just lie there and take it as the pain swallowed him whole.
“Yes, yes, yes!” called the snake, rubbing her own sensitive place aggressively against Hester’s pussy, as close as the snake could manage when it was still stuffed full from the dead man’s finger. “Don’t stop!”
McConville did not stop. He had promised Lee torture and he delivered. No one counted, but simply from the number of minutes that had passed he must have punched him several hundred times, approaching a thousand. Lee’s poor little pussy first went cherry red, then turned deep purple under the blows, the agony unbearable and leaving him half insane as it went on and on until he felt utterly broken.
Then finally, McConville did stop.
“Hit him!” the snake urged, “Hit him!”
“Damned if I en’t hard enough to hammer a nail,” McConville said. “I gotta get inside that fuckhole. Time to rape the bitch raw. Get ready, bitch; my fat dick’s least twice the size of any alpha you’ve had, and it’s going to beat you open, beat you inside out. You’ll know you’ve been deep dicked when I’m done with you. Then, if I’m feeling nice, I’ll split your rabbit on my dick and rape it to death. Or maybe I’ll stick my tip in, and let you feel it, then just walk her away ‘til you break.”
He opened his pants as he talked, mindful of the cold to not expose himself more than he had to, and Lee, through the haze of agony that still radiated through his groin, looked in spite of himself. McConville was not just boasting. The monstrous thing jutting rigid between his legs was impossibly huge. Just about as thick as a man’s forearm and so long it looked likely to reach Lee’s lungs.
“Nn,” he managed to protest, still too overcome from the earlier beating to do much more. The noise pleased McConville and he grinned, pulling himself over Lee’s body to position his fat dick against Lee’s pussy lips, holding himself back from ramming straight in only because the anticipation, the agony, fear, horror he could read in Lee’s face, made everything better.
“Get ready with the rabbit,” he grunted out to his snake, lust clearly making it hard from him to speak. “We’ll rape them together. I guess they’ll know they’re fucked when both their holes get broken up.”
The snake, in response, pulled Hester off the dead man entirely, arranging her coils tightly around the hare’s body, before positioning her own tail at the abused entrance, the rattle making a soft tchhhh noise as she positioned it.
“You a virgin, bitch?” McConville asked Lee, still anticipating the first thrust, holding himself back as long as possible so as to heighten it. He pushed his finger inside Lee to feel for himself, and Lee groaned, the pain of the dry intrusion inside the very place he had just been beaten too much to bear. And the finger felt so big inside him, he could not imagine what the cock would feel like.
“You are!” McConville said, finding the barrier he was looking for. “Guess no one wanted such a girly bitch as you, not even as a pity fuck. No girl would let that little baby dick in her and no real man would want an ugly bitch like you. Is that it?” He pulled his finger out. “Get ready,” he called to his snake.
As one, the snake and the man drove themselves into hot, abused pussies. The double pain, the violation, was so intense both man and hare passed out. Only for a few seconds, though. There was no escape that way.
McConville groaned in deep pleasure as he forced as much of himself as he could into Lee’s pussy with one hard thrust. It was not much more than the head that got in; Lee was virgin tight and swollen from the beating. The snake managed to get quite a bit of the tip of her rattle in, the finger already stretching Hester’s hole beyond the usual capacity. The rattle was thicker than the finger though, much larger than a hare was ever meant to take. The snake was careful, wanting to violate, to hurt, but not wanting to hurt so bad that the hare passed out or died, spoiling their fun.
McConville pulled back, then thrust again, going deeper this time, breaking something inside him that made Lee bleed. This made it easier for McConville, and the next thrust had half his dick rammed inside. It was so thick it felt like taking a bat. Lee had thought being punch had hurt; this was what real pain was. Violation mixed with agony as his beaten cunt was forced to open to take another man’s massive cock. He felt every inch of it inside him, along with the pain of being forced so open, so roughly, like a knife stabbing him between the legs. McConville pulled out again, until only his fat head was left to hold the hole open. Then he rammed in again, forcing himself deeper still.
“Damn,” he said as he worked himself into a sweat forcing the tight virgin hole to take it. “Tighter than a girl, this one.” With every cruel thrust, the snake mirrored the move inside Hester, pulling out when McConville did, then thrusting back in with him, perfectly timed. Both violations hurt horribly, but on top of each other they left Lee and Hester half insane, unable to do anything but take the violation in the worst possible way.
They screamed, and cried and writhed and begged, and still their tight holes were rammed again and again, until blood ran down the snake’s rattle and McConville, with a long satisfied groan, had rammed himself inside Lee’s broken virgin pussy all the way up to the hilt. Lee was certain the monstrous cock had utterly broken him inside, that it had wedged itself all the way into his womb, maybe beyond. It felt so deep, and forced him so wide, touching places inside him that had never been touched by anyone, a violation so intimate it felt like it tainted his very soul.
“I’m in!” McConville cried, like he had scored a goal in some perverse sport, then, “Let’s fuck these girls ‘til their pussies turn inside out. Gonna ram you so good you’ll die with my cum on your lips. Gonna rape you ‘til you’ll never feel anything but my cock up your fuckhole again.”
Then he grabbed Lee’s hips, pulled almost all the way out, and thrust all the way back in, again and again and again. At first he went slow, wanting Lee to feel every inch of his dick as he drove it home, and besides Lee was still tight enough to make McConville work for it, his fat cock wet with Lee’s blood and nothing else. Soon, though, overcome by his lust, he pulled himself on top of Lee and just hammered his dick into him and hard and fast as he could. Lee groaned, no choice but to take it, take everything the man gave as deep as he wanted to give it. The snake groaned too, in ecstasy, as her sensitive hole rubbed against Hester and her rattle tore into her pussy relentlessly.
The feedback between having both holes raped at the same time was horrific. It went on and on, longer than the beating had, the fat cock burying itself to the hilt, fat balls smacking Lee’s sensitive, beaten thighs, the pain beyond bearing, the violation soul destroying, and still he could not escape, could not help Hester, Hester could not help him, they had to feel their pussies beaten raw, impossibly hard and fast, their pain driving their abusers to new heights of pleasure.
Just when it seemed McConville might come and end their torment, his breathing coming in hard gasps, he purposefully slowed himself. For a while, he pleasured himself with shallow, short thrusts, until the feeling of his impending orgasm receded, and then he sped up again, breaking open Lees cunt all over again.
“Hey,” he said after Lee and Hester had endured nearly an entire half hour of cruel rape, “Beg me to come. Beg me and maybe I will.”
“Please,” Lee managed to stutter out, his voice hoarse and raw from crying out his agony, “Please come.”
“Tell me you’re a worthless bitch who needs a hard rape. Tell me how you wanted to spread your legs to me and let me ram you.”
“I…I’m a worthless bitch,” Lee sobbed out, “And…and I spread my legs for you to rape me.” Then he kept sobbing, and McConville kept thrusting, hard and fast and deep. The pain only seemed to grow more intense over time, not a singly spark of pleasure in his beaten cunt, no sign of answering wetness from being raped, just his own blood and the precum dribbling from McConville’s dick. Hester did not even get precum, just got to hear the snake’s groans of pleasure as she violated Hester as deep and hard as she dared.
Finally, McConville had enough of putting off his own pleasure. He fucked Lee harder and faster than ever, bruising his hips he held him so tight, and then screamed as his orgasm finally was allowed to come, his dick as deep as he could ram it, his full, fat balls emptying directly into Lee’s womb. He came and came, holding his impossibly fat cock all the way in as thick ropes filled Lee and filled him, until his belly started to bulge, not a drop able to escape anywhere but deep inside. He filled him until Lee actually hurt, and as he filled him the alpha’s knot swelled inside him, twice as thick as the cock alone, and Lee lay helpless to stop any of it.
“Yes!” screamed the snake, coming in time to McConville, ramming her rattle in deep and twitching, feeling McConville’s orgasm as her own.
It took the two nearly five full minutes to come down from it, and then McConville gave an experimental tug, feeling just how wide his knot had forced Lee’s lips. He did not force himself out, though, just enjoyed the sensation of a tight cunt forced to hold the full length of his cock. Lee continued to sob helplessly, knowing it was not over yet.
In the parts of his brain not completely preoccupied with pain and humiliation and horror, Lee found himself wondering what had happened to the captain and the bear. At least they had stopped the gunman and he did not doubt the bear had stopped whoever was down below. Likely the boat was loaded already. Likely it was gone, leaving Lee and Hester to their fate. He wondered if Iorek had gone with them. He tried to imagine the bear coming up the stairs, curious as to what had happened, only to find him like this, fucked and knotted and bound. Would the bear attack? Would he free him? Or would he turn away in utter disgust.
Iorek did not come though, no one did. It seemed McConville had all the time in the world to torture Lee and Hester in. McConville did not leave Lee alone while he was knotted to him. If he was not tugging at his pussy with his knot (not enough to break free, just enough for Lee to feel the pain of it), he was using his fingers to torture the man in other ways. He poked at the bullet hole, covered his fingers in Lee’s blood, pinched and twisted his nipples, then played with Lee’s little cock, scratching the head, then pinching it, then grabbing the whole thing and yanking hard, before twisting it.
Lee could not scream only because he had no voice left to do so. McConville delighted in making him try, though, and his snake kept calling advise.
“Scratch his thighs over the stripes! Ram your gun up his bunghole! Twist his little cocklet right off!”
McConville did not do the last, though he certainly twisted and pinched relentlessly. He scratched and pinched Lee’s bloodied thighs as well. The only reason the Winchester did not end in Lee’s ass was because McConville was in an awkward position to manage it.
Then McConville, still locked inside Lee, came a second time. McConville groaned in absolute pleasure as an impossible amount of seed flooded into Lee’s ruined womb, his belly visibly expanding with every spurt, plugged up far too tight for any to escape.
“Fill him, Pierre,” groaned out the snake, “Fill him until he bursts!”
Lee feared that was exactly what would happen; he was so full it hurt, as a new pain all its own on top of the pain of a dick violating his virgin hole, on top of every other pain McConville could think to inflict. And then McConville came again, and Lee near passed out, the new agony beyond his ability to take it.
He did not pass out though, no matter how badly he wished he could. His stomach bulged so large he looked pregnant. He likely was pregnant, with all that seed inside him it seemed impossible not to be, but he looked nearly nine months worth, his stomach stretched impossibly, forced to take it and take it and McConville came a fourth time.
“Damn, never managed four before. Think a fifth one will bust him open?”
They did not find out though, because finally, finally the knot began to go down. The seed was still stuck inside, McConville’s dick so thick it acted like one long knot to plug Lee up, but it was a good sign that McConville was starting to go flaccid, that he was not going to fill Lee again, not anytime soon.
McConville did not pull out, still enjoying knowing how much pain Lee was in, how violated.
“Need to piss,” McConville said, an undetermined amount of later, mostly spent cruelly pinching Lee’s cock or patting his swollen belly, cruel jabs to make Lee groan. He still did not pull out.
There was a hot sensation deep inside Lee and his belly swelled even further. Lee sobbed as he realized what was happening, that McConville had just pissed directly into his womb, and then sobbed harder because the pain was beyond what he could bear and still he had to bear it.
“I just put a baby inside you,” said McConville, “And now I just pissed on it. Your baby is swimming around in my piss.”
And that seemed to please him so much, that he began to groan again. To Lee’s utter horror, he felt that massive dick thicken inside him.
“No, please, no, not again I can’t take it again,” Lee begged, his voice raw and nearly gone. McConville groaned in pleasure to hear those words, and then he pulled out, enough that a hot flood of seed and piss spurted from Lee’s hole, his pussy stretched from the former knot so much the dick was no longer enough to keep it tight. Then the fully erect dick rammed back in, stopping the flow. After that, McConville kept his thrusts hard but shallow, not letting the bulge in Lee’s belly flatten any further.
“Yes, yes!” his snake cried, revived for this second round, and Hester sobbed with Lee. Everything hurt so bad, and kept on hurting, and the rape seemed to go on for hours, days of a thick dick ramming their raw, abused pussies without mercy. Really it was only another half hour before McConville spurted more seed into Lee, filling up all that had escaped and then more, his knot stretching him anew. It felt even bigger this go around, the abuse making Lee’s insides swell to meet it, adding to the pain.
This time, he only came twice more before the knot started to go down, but those two times were nearly enough to do what the snake kept urging and burst Lee open. He was filled so full he looked pregnant with twins, far beyond what any omega was meant to take. And still McConville left his dick buried deep up Lee’s pussy, not letting one drop escape. McConville cruelly played with him, patting the bulge to hear the liquid swish, then giving a few hard jabs with his fist, then reaching down and playing yet again with the little cock, now so swollen from the abuse that it looked almost twice the size.
Finally, after what must have been at least three full hours of non-stop rape and torture, the man’s stomach growled.
“Time for supper, I’d guess,” said McConville. “Let’s finish them and get ourselves a bit to eat. I did work up an appetite.”
“Yes,” Lee said, his voice raspy and raw from screaming, “Let’s finish this.”
And with muscles that painfully protested the movement, he nonetheless managed to bring one hand around, one hand no longer bound and holding in it a gun that was no longer locked up tight, lubricated with his own blood.
The explosion of the gun going off so close to Lee’s ears a second time was enough to render him near deaf. McConville was worse off though, seeing as the bullet had found its way through his head. His snake did not have time to be surprised before she was simply gone, and Hester fell on top of the dead man.
Hester felt half gone herself, but the pull towards Lee was so intense that she found plenty of strength to bound over. The relief to their bound, pulled taut all that time, was intense and both near passed out simply from that, let alone all else that had happened to them.
It was over. They had won. It might not feel like a win, but they were still alive and the others were not. Lee lay back, his belly still enlarged, a corpse’s dick still rammed up his pussy, just breathing, and Hester huddled against him, shaking violently, and they waited for it to feel like a win.