I’m pinned between them, just a submissive whore, my face smashed into the mattress while Mark and Jax treat me like the piece of meat I am. I can feel Mark’s heavy weight crushing my chest, his hand gripped tight in my hair, yanking my head back so he can sneer into my ear.
“Look at you, you pathetic little slut,” he spits, his voice dripping with contempt. “This is exactly where you belong. Face down, ass up, taking whatever we give you. A woman’s only purpose is to be a hole for men to use.”
I try to moan, but Jax cuts me off, shoving his thick cock deep into my throat, gagging me until I’m choking on him. He doesn’t care if I can breathe; he just wants to feel my throat tighten around his shaft. While I’m struggling to swallow him, Mark is behind me, slamming his cock into my pussy with brutal, rhythmic force.
“You don’t get to speak, Edith,” Mark growls, slapping my ass hard enough to leave a red handprint. “You’re just a tool. A mindless, breeding cunt designed for our pleasure.”
I’m being stretched open from both ends, my body shaking under their aggression. They aren’t making love to me; they are conquering me. Every thrust is a reminder that I am nothing more than a toy. As they both climax, filling my throat and my womb with hot cum, I know I’m exactly where I belong: beneath them.





