Free Suffer the Flesh by Monica O'rourke

light humming of the heater and the water lapping at the pool’s edge.
    “Better?” he whispered, breaking the magic spell, bringing her back to reality, but she nodded, held him tighter. His tongue probed between her lips and darted against her tongue. Slowly he entered her, and she willingly took him.
    A short while later he smiled. “Come on then,” he said, leading her out of the pool.
    They returned to the room where they had started. Zoey was strangely relaxed, and felt close to Kevin, felt as if she could trust him. It might have been a blind need to trust someone, anyone—she didn’t know. But whatever the reason, his touches had been salvation, his manner a respite in the nonstop horror that had become her life.
    All around them, couples were locked in embraces, some just starting, others fucking, twosomes and threesomes, a few foursomes.
    Another man came over and knelt beside Zoey and Kevin. “Hey, can I play?” He smiled.
    Zoey felt that comfort zone quickly dissolve.
    Kevin took Zoey’s hand in his. “Zoey, this is Todd. Okay if he joins us?”
    She wondered why he had even bothered to ask. As if she had a real choice. She shrugged.
    “Trust me,” Kevin said.
    “I guess I have good timing,” Todd said. “What were you about to do?” His fingers traced the edge of Zoey’s shoulders, barely-there strokes. “How about if I start down here?”
    Kevin gently pushed Zoey onto her back. Todd bent her legs, spread them. Gently slipped his fingers between her labia and pushed them inside her. Rosebuds bloomed on her cheeks, and her breath caught in her throat, surprised by the tenderness of his touch. Muscles tensed, expecting the pain that seemed inescapable.
    “She’s really tight,” Todd said. “Loosen her up.”
    Kevin cupped her breast, rolled the nipple between his fingers. He kissed her, fervent breath on her cheek, her lips, his tongue filling her mouth. He guided her hand to his rock-hard erection, glistening with pre-cum.
    Todd spread her wide with his thumbs, exposing her hypersensitive clit. Nerve endings sparked wildly, filling her with intense pleasure. The contradiction of feelings tore her apart. She despised this place, despised what they had done to her, but this … this felt good. Accepting this, allowing herself to feel , was something she had a difficult time accepting.
    Kevin moved in closer, lifted his engorged shaft to her mouth, tried to guide it between her lips. At first she refused, turned her head, but then turned back to him. Propped herself up on her elbow.
    He slid his cock inside her mouth. She sucked, licked the shaft, wrapped her mouth around his balls.
    Todd had gotten her wet, incredibly wet, warm juices puddling between her legs, and he eased himself into her.
    The men pulled out, guided her to her hands and knees, and Todd slipped in from behind. Kevin guided himself into her mouth, and she accepted him.
    “Are you cumming?” Todd cried shortly after, strokes increasing, and she moaned, so damned close now, breath fast and furious, a tidal wave of pleasure. She’d cum before, even when being raped, but she’d despised it, had felt torn about experiencing anything enjoyable, about feeling anything at all when she’d been so brutally fucked.
    But now—now she was allowing herself happiness, accepting the inevitability. Her brain had shut down, and all that remained was primal heat, the need to feel closeness, a gentle touch.
    Todd came and she groaned, her shuddery orgasm intense and powerful, her legs trembling on wave after wave of ecstasy.
    Kevin exploded inside her mouth, groaned in blissful agony.
    The three lay tangled in a sweaty heap, chests rapidly rising and falling, the heady scent of spent sex in the air.
    The respite didn’t last long. She was passed from group to group, enmeshed in the orgy, accepting her fate in the room, knowing it might never be this good again in this awful place.
    Somehow, it had become bearable. Somehow she’d made it