He pulled her hand from his and pinned it to the ground, putting more pressure on her throat and squeezing. Savouring her subtle gasps for air he rested his face on hers, speaking almost into her mouth.

“Still like it?”

“More.”

“I was going to either way.”

The pressure increased and she could no longer breathe. Lifting his face up slightly, he watched as the light drained from her eyes and she lost consciousness again. Not slowing down, he used her body until she woke up again.

Springing to life, she loudly moaned. Her hips joining his rhythm and lifting off the ground, greeting his cock with enthusiasm. Rising over her, he looked down at the whore begging for more. “I’m a dumb slut, fuck my pussy.”

“Oi,” he slapped her across the face and stopped, “you’re not meant to be enjoying this.” She bit down on her lip, pursing them slightly as she spoke “but you feel so good”. Grabbing his hand and pulling it to her throat, she began degrading herself.

“Shut the fuck up slut. You think this is fun? Wait until you’re covered in cuts, begging for me to kill you.” Every thrust carried another word. “Your. Only. Use. Is. Pleasing. Men.” Feeling her cum from that only made him fuck her harder.

With one hand on her upper leg and the other tightly holding her hair, he crumpled her beneath him. “I’m not hurting you… yet. I’ll let the boys have their fun first.” Pinching, slapping, squeezing and biting at her skin, he looked around and smiled, filling her pussy with his cum.

Dragging her back to the boys by her ankle, he took his knife back from Viking and walked to the tent. “Let me know when you’re finished with her.”

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