I narrow my eyes at him. “If I killed one man...” I let the threat linger. “Ow!”
Mattias’ hand comes down hard on my tender bottom.
“Enough,” he says sternly. “Tore is right. And you are going to stop threatening to kill people.”
“Let me talk to her...” Silver interjects.
“That crowd is not going to wait forever.”
“I know, just give me a moment.”
He takes me by the hand and draws me away from the others a little way. He is the strangest looking man, handsome, but with that tattooing on his neck and the pale hue of his eyes, he almost doesn’t look entirely human. He crouches down in front of me, capturing my attention as I look down at him.
“You’re going to enjoy this,” he says.
“What?”
He looks me dead in the eyes, and I feel myself relax, almost as if I’ve been hit with a sedative.
“You’re going to enjoy it,” he repeats smoothly and slowly. “You know you’ve been a naughty girl, and more than that, you know you’ve been craving a rough male cock inside you. You need to be punished, naughty little Trissa. You need to be bent over that balcony and fucked nice and hard until you’re very sorry for what you’ve done.”
His voice is like rich molasses, touching parts of me I didn’t know existed. My mind feels clear, but also a little fuzzy in parts.
“What are you doing to me?” I whisper the question.
He cups my cheek in his hand and gives me a mysterious silver smile. “Making this easier on you. Don’t fight this too hard. Fight it enough to make your heart beat faster and your pussy get wetter, but don’t frighten yourself out of enjoying it.”
“What are you saying?”
“I am saying, you are going to enjoy being punished with sex. You are going to entertain and atone. You are going to be one very satisfied, very well behaved girl when Tore is done with you.”
“You’re messing with my mind...”
“I’m not messing with it.” He strokes my hand, his thumb making slow circles on the back of it as he speaks, never breaking that magnetic eye contact. “I’m helping bring out the parts of you that wanted this all along. You knew there would be consequences. Go take them.”
I am going to obey. Maybe it is because Silver has addled my mind. Maybe it is because on some level, I want to obey. Taking the mercenaries in my mouth has made me deeply curious and desirous of discovering what true sex is. I have been teased for so long, now I will know what it is to be a woman.
Tore looks down at me with those lustful eyes, his elegance and handsomeness never more pronounced than now.
“Are you ready?”
I nod.
“Then come here.”
I take that final step toward him. I give myself to him and to the crowd. What happens after that step is out of my control, but I am very conscious of the fact that it was I who made it, just as I am aware that if it were not for my actions, I would not be here at all.
Tore takes me by the hips and puts me over the balcony, my ass high, my head dangling, my hair swaying in the breeze, covering my face. I catch occasional glimpses of the crowd and the big screens. The camera is now focused behind me. Mattias and Elias obviously know how this is done, because they are directing this like a movie.
“Look at this naughty little cunt,” Tore grunts as the camera gives the crowd a close-up of my pussy. “This is what happens when a woman isn’t taken properly. This is what happens when a woman is left unbred.”
I feel his cock running down the length of my slit. I feel the warm wetness of my pussy betraying me. I am ready for this. They are right. I have been ready for a very long time. I just never thought my first time would happen this way, or that so many would bear witness to it.
Tore pushes his cock inside me, just the head, but it is enough to change me forever. Tens of thousands of men watch as my virgin pussy is on the precipice of being virgin no more, the big screens displaying my sex as my outer lips give way to the head.
The camera flashes to my face, to the perfect ‘O’ my lips make as my legs are spread.
“I have to make this hurt a little,” Tore murmurs just before he plunges forward, thrusting deep, taking my virginity, my pride, my dignity all in one rough stroke.
The camera catches every expression as I am fucked, displays it to the city, and then pans back to my pussy, my puffy lower lips wrapped tight around Tore’s cock.
I scream and gasp and moan, and my voice is echoed across the city, over thousands of screens, each of them displaying my shameful defloration.
And then the surging cock begins to feel good. The stinging tightness fades to a satisfying sense of fullness. The slick wetness of my cunt helps him to slide in and out of me with little resistance—and then I understand why sex is held in such high regard. It feels amazing.
I forget the cameras. I forget the crowd. I forget everything besides the thick rod plunging in and out of me. There is no trace of virginity left. I have sucked cocks. I have tasted seed, and now I am being fucked before all who own me and all who know me. I am the sexual center of this universe for a brief moment in time, and the pleasure is spiraling through me. I feel it making every nerve in my body come alive, my toes curling, my thighs shaking, the muscles low in my tummy clenching as Tore fucks me to my first full body orgasm, roaring the victory of his claiming to the crowd and beyond as we climax together, his seed shooting deep into my well fucked pussy.
The camera is there to capture that too, the thick viscous whiteness pushed from my sex by the contractions of my inner walls. I feel it rolling down over my clit, hot and wet and I hear the unmitigated animal roar of the crowd below as they scream their approval to the stars.
“Mourn your sheriff,” Tore growls into the microphone, holding me in place with one hand on the back of my neck. “But be glad. New life will rise. And we will never allow an unbred female to wreak havoc here again.”