Please… Break Me.

Please… Break Me by Lilith04

I woke up a little dizzy. Just by moving in bed, I felt everything that hurt, and a lot of me was hurting, inside and out. I moved my slender legs out of bed, and they felt wobbly as if they belonged to someone else. My long, dark-brown hair, disheveled, fell over my sleepy face. My feet barely touched the floor. Tall bed, short girl. I took a deep breath. In between feeling terrible about myself – what actually started this whole thing – and feeling fulfilled, I went for the second.

My entrances, touching the mattress, felt so sensitive, sore… The slightest stimulation and I felt myself getting wet. Barely eighteen, I’ve been used more in the last two months than the rest of my short life altogether. I looked at the cute, expensive clothes I used the night before scattered around my bed, as I didn’t even have the strength to put them away before I carried myself to shower, then to sleep. I looked down at my naked chest, and my small breasts had marks all over them; my light pink colored nipples had a red tone to them as if they had been pinched, bitten that same morning. Just by that, I could imagine how the rest of my body must have looked, how many marks they must have left by the way they handled me. They had a lot of fun with me yesterday. In a twisted way, me too. I’d do it all again as soon as he asked me to.

I looked at my phone, 7 unread messages.

Alex, 1:23AM, “Message me as soon as you get home so I know you got there safely.”

Luke, 1:45AM, “shit youre perfect”

Alex, 1:51, “Are you home yet?”

Victor, 2:00, “Had to change clothes before getting home, as they still smell of you. Call me tomorrow so we can talk about your new car.”

Victor, 2:04, “Have a good night, princess.”

Alex, 2:30, “Your phone tracker says you’re home, so I won’t call, but I’ll deal with you tomorrow.”

Alex, 2:41AM, “I sincerely don’t know why I wait. Call me in the morning. That’s an order.”

I sigh. I’d better call, or he’d get mad at me.

“Hi… Sorry…”

“How are you feeling?” I could feel the tension in his voice.

“As if a truck ran over me… I kinda passed out after I got home.” I say coyly, then I chuckle so he knows I am ok.

“If you need anything, just let me know. Yesterday was… Intense.”

“Yes, it was… For a moment, I thought you guys would kill me….” Always with a joking tone, but always telling the truth.

“Never gonna happen. We care about you. I care about you.”

I don’t think they’d do anything to me that would put my life in danger, not really. But while being sandwiched between two of them, while they take no prisoners, ravaging me back and front, while the other lace my long hair on a fist and fiercely makes me take him down my throat…

When something like this is happening, I’m not caring about myself, and I don’t think they are either. I feel like being split apart as if they are competing to see who gets the most out of my fragile body, so small in comparison to all of theirs, even Luke’s, who was lean and tall, or Alex’s muscular, ripped body… Victor is just a monster of a man. I whimper while they push their way inside, I moan when my insides make my body pulse in pleasure. Two months ago I was an inexperienced teenage girl, now I just wondered how much was too much. I wondered if it would ever be enough, or if they’d just keep trying me until… Until they broke me for good.

“Sometimes I think to myself… Won’t you guys lose interest if you keep doing whatever you want to me… I mean… There will be a point in which I won’t be able to… You know…”

“Sophia, you’re mine. If they change their minds or not in the future, that won’t change. And I’ll take everything you can offer for as long as you understand that, accept that. You’re mine.”

“O-Ok…” I always liked when he was possessive, domineering, and even though I didn’t have much of a say about when he’d be sharing me with the other two, I always looked up for the moments in which it would be just the two of us. Those were the moments in which he was harder on me, yes. The moments in which I thought I wouldn’t be able to endure it anymore, moments in which pleasure, pain, and fear of something irreversible happening to me mixed up so much that I’d get terrified, yes. But those were also the moments I felt his feelings towards me the most, and that’s what counted. If he needed the others to be able to ravage me the way he wanted to, I’d be willing to take the three of them for as long as he wanted.

It all started with him. To me, there was only him.

…

I was drowning in debt, finishing my senior year at high school, trying to make money for college, paying for my own living, some of my parents’ bills, they had so many medical debts… Even though I always seemed too shy to make it work, the job as a waitress was making me really good money. Moms tipped me well by seeing how much I struggled with my shyness trying to talk to people, but I did it anyway, and they probably imagined their own daughters having to work as I did. Dads, I imagined they’d feel the same… But they were men after all, and tipping nicely the blue-eyed, pretty brunette made them feel good about themselves. Then, the pandemic hit.

After a while, I started getting desperate, and that’s when a good friend of mine said the fatidic line, “You should get a sugar daddy to pay for your bills. I did. Most of these guys just want company. Mine doesn’t even touch me, so I tease him all night long to keep him interested, then I go home and fuck with my boyfriend,” Ashley said with a laugh.