*This is a non-canonical story related to the Family Morsel series, and may contain spoilers. If you are interested in the series, please start with* [*Having Some Brie.*](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/hoginz/having_some_brie_chapter_1_fm_incest_brothersister/)
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I walked over to stand in front of the snake tank, creating a backlit effect on my figure. The men all seated themselves and poured more alcohol, and I began to dance. I drew my hand across my body, up my arms and down my breasts. They watched me hungrily, a couple even bouncing in their seats in excitement. I slipped one of my dress straps off my shoulder and caressed the skin underneath, and Muerte leaned forward, eyes intent on what was under my dress. He was planning to be the first one in, having his fill of me before tossing me to be used by his men. I felt my hands trembling.
I slipped the other strap off, and they waited restlessly for me to pull the dress down to expose my breasts. I gave one of my mounds a generous squeeze, and some of them began making feral noises, itching to tear me out of my dress and ravish me. Six men, their disgusting hands all over me, pushing themselves inside of me, covering me with their lust before snuffing me out. And who knows, maybe they continued after that.
*August, please save me.*
I pulled the dress down to expose my breasts, and there was a chorus of whoops and whistles. My full tits were on display, and Muerte eyed me hungrily. He was waiting for more. I pushed the dress the rest of the way down, until it lay crumpled at my feet. More catcalls came as they appreciated the black thong I was wearing.
“Come here, *chica,*” Muerte drawled, and I swallowed. I took two steps toward him before he held up a hand for me to stop. “Crawl, *guera.* On your hands and knees.”
Damn it, why wasn’t the chloroform working? We should’ve all been knocked out by now. Clenching my teeth, I got down on all fours and made my way over to him. He grinned devilishly, his legs spread as he beckoned me closer. His men were a pack of hyenas, laughing before I stopped between Muerte’s knees.
“Now get to work,” he ordered. I glanced down at his crotch and must have deliberated too long, because he pulled out a pistol and rested it on his thigh, his finger on the trigger. Taking a deep breath, I started undoing his pants. Shit, he was pretty big. Already hard, he sprang up when I removed his underwear, veiny and visibly throbbing.
I hesitated again, and he lost his patience. Grabbing me by the back of my head, he forced me down onto his cock, shoving it all the way to the back of my throat. I gagged and pushed against his legs, but he held me fast before pressing the barrel of his gun right between my eyes and cocking it.
“I said get to work. Don’t make me say it again.” With that, he let go of my head, and I moved my knees closer to the couch to give myself more control. I started bobbing my head, lips locked around his filthy cock as he let me service him. I’d only ever had Jordan and August, so to now have Muerte in my mouth felt dirty. And not in a sexy way. But I didn’t have a choice anymore. If I didn’t want them to kill me, I had to take care of them.
Might as well get this over with. I sucked on him vigorously, gathering as much spit as I could to intensify the sensations. His men were all watching now, some rubbing themselves through their pants, some freeing themselves and stroking along. Muerte groaned and grabbed a fistful of my hair, wrapping it around his hand and began forcing me down again. Out of control again, I couldn’t stop from gagging even more, my eyes watering and my hands involuntarily pushing against him again. A disgusting stench filled my nose, a thick liquid filling my throat. As he came, he pushed deep into me, and I had no choice but to swallow. My eyes rolled back as he held me there. I couldn’t breathe past his cock. My body began spasming and my eyes rolled back, and… my legs were slick with juices. No, please don’t enjoy this.
He threw me off, and I burst into a coughing fit, gasping for air. “Pretty good,” he remarked airily. “Guess I should’ve expected that, though, from a sex club owner. Must be a pretty big whore to be doing this so young. Anyway, get to servicing my *eses* too.”
He gestured to his men, and the ones who were already out of their pants eagerly jumped to their feet. They grabbed my arms and dragged me away from the couch and kept me on my knees before one of them shoved his cock in my mouth. Two more on the sides wrapped my hands around their lengths. Seemed the last two were happy with watching, though they were exposed now too, jacking off as they watched us.
The men gleefully started fucking my mouth and hands respectively. I was still a bit dazed by the blowjob on Muerte, but it nevertheless wasn’t enough to dull the awful feeling of being used. My jaw was already sore, but the one in the middle grabbed my head and fucked my mouth on his own. I had enough mental capacity to jack the other two off, and the air was filled with grunts of pleasure and slobbering sounds. Thankfully, the one in the middle wasn’t going as deep as Muerte, but the downside was that when he came, I could taste it. Salty and bitter and gooey, I retched as I pulled away, and the other two followed shortly, spraying their lust onto my face and chest.
I fell back onto the floor while the men panted and collected themselves, grunting in satisfaction. “Use your dress to wipe that shit off,” Muerte commanded, and I took another brief moment to recover before snatching my dress up and wiping the cum off. Go figure, silk sucked at absorbing cum. I had some difficulty cleaning myself up without smearing the cumshots out across my skin. “Now come over here and let me try out that *blanca* pussy.”
I froze, eyes widening. No. I couldn’t. I wouldn’t let them have me. I belonged to August already, even if we were on the outs at the moment. I looked up at Muerte, who got to his feet expectantly. No. I had to get out of here before they could violate me any further. Obviously Code Red had failed. There was no further contingency. I had to make a run for it. The door? Maybe, but if they caught me, it was all over; nobody would be coming to save me. The intercom, then. They’d definitely catch me, but then at least my people could come in and… do *something.*
I ran for my desk, fully aware that they could just shoot me. But I’d rather die than let them have me alive. If I died… it wouldn’t be the worst thing that could happen. My friends would be safe. Who knew, if I was lucky, I’d even be able to see Jordan again.
I dashed toward my desk, and a second later Muerte was moving as well. I got to the intercom first, jabbing the button. “Alain, help–!” The butt of Muerte’s gun slammed into my temple, and my body slumped onto my desk as my head spun, stars in my eyes.
“*Puta gringa,*” he spat. “Hold her down, boys!”
Before I could collect myself, my arms were pulled back over the edge of the desk, while another two of the men yanked my knees apart, leaving nothing between Muerte’s cock and my sex but my thong. My breasts rose and fell with my heavy breathing, and Muerte gazed down at me lecherously.
“Ahh, I love it when they try to fight,” he sighed, and my stomach churned in disgust. *No. Please no. Even August hadn’t fucked me raw yet.*
Unceremoniously, Muerte yanked my thong aside and rammed his cock inside me. I screamed, and before I could even register how he was filling me, he started roughly fucking me. With how the men were pulling my arms down, my back was arched over the desk, pushing my tits up for them to see. I could feel every vein in Muerte’s member, and the worst part was that it didn’t hurt nearly as much as it should have. I was wet. Impossible.
“No, please! Stop!” I begged. I hardly recognized my own voice. It was pathetic, such a far cry from how I normally was. How I saw myself. How August saw me.
“*¡Dios… mio!*” Muerte grunted. “This bitch is tight!” He laughed, gripping my waist and pounding me harder. “I thought an easy slut like you would be looser than a junkie bitch. But I gotta say, this some grade A primo pussy right here. Damn, you gonna make me cum already!”
“Not inside, please!” I cried, struggling in vain against the four men holding me down. “Even my boyfriend hasn’t finished inside yet!”
“Ooh, ho ho! Then get ready for this load, *puta!*”
I screamed as I felt hot jism shoot deep into me, and the fight went out of me. Tears trailed down past my ears and into my hair as I felt more and more cum pump into my womb. *I’m sorry, August. I was just trying to protect you. And now you wouldn’t want me anymore.*
Muerte sighed in satisfaction and pulled out of me, and I could feel a little bit of cum drip out of me. He said something in Spanish, and the men tore my thong off. Then the next guy pushed into me, groaning as my walls involuntarily clutched him, welcoming him in. Seeing that I wasn’t fighting back anymore, the men holding my arms let go, and one of them pulled me closer so my head hung over the edge of the desk. He pushed into my mouth, easily bottoming out due to my straightened throat. With my legs being wrapped around one man, and the balls of another swinging into my nose, I felt my will crumble.
What was even the point? August was better off without me. Why would he ever take me back after what I’d done to him, after being raped by several men? He could go and find a normal girl and live a normal life. And I… could finally give in to this pleasure I’d been holding out on so long. I was being used by lowly cartel members, taken against my will and ravished. So why was I wet? They were being so rough with me that it hurt with every thrust. But I liked it when they hurt me. Oh God, no.
As I felt a fresh hot load surge into me and mix with Muerte’s, I wondered whose child I would have. I was ovulating. I’d dreamt of having August’s baby, even though I didn’t want to admit it. But giving birth to some random cholo’s kid… I climaxed as soon as the next guy shoved himself inside me.
They took turns using me, both my mouth and my pussy. I had started getting into it, tonguing their cocks and locking my ankles around their hips. They were in even better moods now, egged on by my enthusiasm. By the time they were done with me, I was bent over my desk and dripping whiteness into a puddle between my legs. Muerte slapped my ass, making me squirt their cum all over my chair. He and his men chuckled, getting dressed before heading out the door.
“See you next time, *chica,*” Muerte promised. He was stopped at the door, and through the lusty haze and the cum on my face, I could make out Alain. Muerte reached into his pocket and pulled out a wad of cash, handing it to my friend and mentor. Alain stood there and counted it out, then nodded and closed the door behind them without even looking at me.
More cum bubbled out of my pussy, and I closed my eyes, breathing in the musk of the gangbangers. The odor of their sweat. The stench of their cum. The taste of their cocks.
I whispered, “More…”
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/swhhqf/bitesized_morsels_shattering_the_mask_fmmmmmm
This story was voted on in Poll #1. I hope you all like it!
I gotta say, writing an all-sex chapter is definitely different from what I’m used to! However, what that also means is that they’ll probably be shorter than full story chapters. I’ve already gotten a couple of requests for stories, so the polls will resume after I write those. Thanks everybody for voting! That was a better turnout than election day! xD
Also, I’ve watched gangbang videos, both live-action and animated. *Writing* a gangbang scene, however, is really something else >.< I hope it’s what you guys were expecting. Let me know if you can think of ways I can improve (‘cause if you’ll notice, my stories don’t have all that much sex in them hehe)