Dominance Evolution System: Sweat, Sex, and Streetball-Chapter 220: [R18]Two Sides of the Same World(3)

More guys piled on Saya, a lot more. The guy in the middle, the one with all those scars, shoved the guard out of the way like he was nothing, flipping Saya over onto her hands and knees.

Her pale butt stuck up in the air, her small breasts swinging a little as he climbed on top of her from behind. His hands were huge, rough, spreading her cheeks apart to show off her wet pussy, all puffy and glistening even though she clearly hated this.

"Time to pound this cotton candy till it’s sticky," he grunted, and then, bam, he shoved himself inside her so hard she lurched forward, her tits bouncing like they were on springs.

Saya whipped her head back, her ponytail flying, and spat.

"You fuck like a drunk monkey! Hurts more than it feels good, you pig!"

The guy next to her laughed and pulled out of her mouth just long enough to slap her cheek with his wet cock, smearing spit and pre-cum all over her flushed face.

"Talk shit, get silenced, bitch," he said, before cramming himself back down her throat.

She gagged, tears on the eyes, but her tongue still fought, lashing around his shaft like she could somehow push him out.

The encounter with Nash made her more conscious of her situation, and she was decided to not give anyone the pleasure to break her.

But, this same fierce resilience was only a fuel to the cruelty of the predators around her, all starting to lose interest in Rin to focus on the girl who kept reacting.

Hands were everywhere now, kneading her ass hard enough to leave red marks, pinching her swinging tits, twisting her nipples till they throbbed.

Then, just to make it worse, one of them slid a hand between her legs and rubbed her clit in rough circles, forcing little jolts of pleasure through her even though she didn’t want it.

The squat guy circled behind her, kneeling down just as the scarred one pulled out halfway. His cock was thick, veiny, pressing against her tight asshole, no lube, no warning, just spit and whatever slick was dripping from her pussy.

"No, no, not there!" Saya shouted, twisting her head to the side to spit out the wing guy’s cock. "I didn’t agree to this, you bastards!"

But the wing guy just grabbed her jaw and forced himself back into her mouth, deep, choking her protests into garbled nonsense.

"Quiet, whore," he growled between thrusts. "Roam’s watching. Give him a show."

The squat guy didn’t wait, spit in his palm, rubbed it on his cock, and then, pop, he pushed inside her ass. She clenched tight, resisting, but he kept going, inch by inch, till she was stretched wide open.

Saya’s whole body tensed, trembling between them like a bowstring pulled too far, her pale skin standing out against their darker, bulkier bodies. She looked like cotton candy being crushed in rough hands, her limbs flailing uselessly as a muffled scream tore from her throat.

"Fuck, tight as a hell back here," the squat guy groaned, sinking deeper.

And then the scarred one slammed back into her pussy, filling her completely from both ends. Her body jerked like a ragdoll, her small tits bouncing wildly, nipples stiff in the air.

Fluids leaked everywhere, her own slick mixing with spit and pre-cum, dripping down her thighs in sticky trails that pooled on the mat beneath her.

"Look at her leak, Roam!" one of them taunted. "Your girl’s a fountain. Bet you never stuffed her like this, huh? Worthless cuck."

Saya’s protests came out in broken bursts whenever she got a second to breathe.

"Hurts, you pigs, Roam, say something! You bastard!"

But they just slapped her ass harder, shoved deeper, laughed louder.

"Bitch thinks she’s too good? Pound her till she pops!"

They went at her like animals, pulling out and slamming back in sync, her body taking it all, stretched beyond what should’ve been possible.

Roam couldn’t look away, it was killing him, seeing Saya torn apart like this, her small frame wrecked because of him. The guys kept mocking him, drilling it in: "Cum dump for real men, Roam. You next? Nah, you’d probably go soft watching this."

And Rin? She just glanced over once, red hair stuck to her sweaty forehead, barely even moving as some random guy half-heartedly pumped into her.

"Whatever," she mumbled, voice flat.

Nobody cared about her anymore, the real show was Saya, Roam’s "girl", being ruined right in front of him.

Back in the apartment, Nash did exactly what Zayela wanted, because honestly, who could say no to her? He stood up smoothly, still inside her, his arms sliding under her thighs like it was nothing.

He lifted her like she weighed nothing at all, and she wrapped her legs around his waist like she was made to fit there. Her chest pressed against his, and you could see her breasts moving with every little bounce as he pushed up into her.

She was holding onto his shoulders tightly and her mouth was all over his neck, kissing and biting like she couldn’t get enough.

"You feel that?" he muttered, his hands gripping her ass, spreading her a little wider like he was trying to get even deeper, which, by the way, was definitely working.

"Uh-huh," she gasped, head falling back, her hair all wild and messy. "Higher... come on, lift me higher."

So he did, hugging her tighter, one hand tangling in her hair to pull her into a kiss that was more teeth and tongue than anything polite. You could hear every wet sound between them, the way she whimpered when he bit her lip just right.

Then he spun them around and pressed her against the wall, because sometimes you just need something solid to hold onto, you know?

He wasn’t gentle anymore, not that she wanted him to be. Her legs shook around him, and every time he slammed into her, her ass jiggled in his hands.

"You’re perfect," he groaned against her skin, trailing his mouth down her throat like he was starving for her.

He took her nipple between his teeth, and she arched into him like she was trying to crawl inside his skin.

When she came, it wasn’t quiet, she cried out like it was being ripped out of her, and Nash followed right after, his hips stuttering as he spilled into her.

They were both a mess, breathing hard, but he wasn’t done. He carried her to the bed, flipping her onto her stomach without pulling out, because it seemed like he had stamina for days. She pushed back against him greedily, like she hadn’t just come apart twice already.

"Again," she panted, her voice rough. "Don’t stop."

And he didn’t.

Meanwhile, in the warehouse, Saya was... well, not having a great time.

The Raptors finally stepped back, their rough breathing turning into low laughs and tired sighs. The air smelled worse now, like sweat, like sex, and something sharp like iron.

The big guys zipped up their pants, patting each other’s backs like they’d just won a game, their huge bodies throwing dark shadows over the mat where Saya was still kneeling, quiet and wrecked.

She picked up her clothes with shaking hands, her small body looking like it had been through a war. Her skin was pale but covered in bruises, purple and red where fingers had dug in too hard. There was liquid drying on her thighs, sticky and gross, dripping down onto the cold floor under her knees.

Her chest rose and fell fast, like she couldn’t catch her breath, her nipples red and puffy from being bitten and squeezed. Her backside, which used to look nice and smooth, now had handprints and marks, and between her legs, well... it wasn’t pretty.

Her ass cheeks bore angry handprints and welts, the tight ring between them gaping slightly, leaking a slow trickle of cum mixed with her own reluctant slick, the burn still throbbing deep inside like a persistent fire.

Her blonde hair was stuck to her face with sweat, her ponytail a mess, and even though she was facing away, you could tell she was pissed.

Roam just stood there, frozen. His shoulders slumped like someone had cut his strings, his face blank like he’d seen a ghost. This was his first time seeing the "deal" up close, and it was worse than he thought. Every time one of the Raptors smirked at him, it felt like a punch to the gut.

Jax walked over, slapping Roam’s shoulder way too hard, like they were buddies or something.

"Damn, Roam," he said, grinning. "That was something else. Your girl’s tough, took all of us like a pro. Tell you what, we’ll throw the next game for you. Miss some shots, whatever. Worth it for a show like that." He leaned in, voice dropping to a creepy whisper. "Can’t get enough of her, though. Hope we play you again soon."

The others laughed loudly.

"Yeah, Roam," one of them said, zipping up his pants. "You might get a turn now, we loosened her up good. Took a few of us, but her ass is finally ready."

Another guy wiped himself off with a rag and threw it at Roam’s feet.

"Prime stuff, too, wet as hell once we got going. You’re lucky, letting us break her in."

A third guy flexed his arms, smirking.

"Those little tits bounce real nice when she’s getting pounded. You ever make ’em do that, or you just watch?"

Roam didn’t answer. He just stared at the ground, his face like stone, but you could see the cracks. Every word hit him like a hammer, reminding him how useless he’d been, how much he’d let happen.

The Raptors left, still laughing, the door slamming behind them so hard the chains overhead rattled.

Vargas coughed, his face serious but with a bit of something... annoyance? Pity? His voice was quieter than usual.

"Hurry up, girls. Clean up so we can go. There’s a hose in the back... wash off quick."

Rin pushed off the wall, stretching lazily before pulling up her shorts. Her red hair was a mess, but her face was totally blank. She walked to the back like nothing had happened.

Roam finally moved, taking a shaky step forward.

"Saya..." he mumbled, voice breaking. "Saya, I—"

She didn’t even turn around. Just growled, a loud, angry sound, like a dog warning you to back off. Her hands clenched around her torn shirt, her whole body tense, and you could practically feel the rage coming off her in waves.