Chronolust Temptation [18+] High S*xual Content
Ch.3 Sacrificed Girl

The coward that he was, Hayao had offered Ai to the homeless men in a desperate bid to spare both Nanako and himself. Now, he and his childhood crush stood frozen, backs pressed against the gnarled trunk of a tree. The cold edge of a rusty knife dug into Hayao’s throat, held steady by the fourth man—a wiry figure with sunken eyes, a web of scars across his cheek, and a sadistic grin carved into his face.

“Move, and I’ll carve you up,” he hissed, his voice low and guttural, his blade steady as he forced them to watch. Nanako’s dark eyes brimmed with tears, her hands trembling as she clutched Hayao’s arm, but the man’s grip on the knife left no room for defiance.

Ai whimpered, her small frame trembling as the leader of the group—a grizzled man with a scraggly beard and a stench of stale liquor—stepped forward, his calloused hands seizing her by the shoulders. 

“Time to sample, princess,” he growled, yanking her to her feet with a force that made her stumble, her silver hair whipping across her face. He shoved her down onto her knees, her hands sinking into the damp grass, her ass raised unwillingly as he tore at her dress, ripping the black lace and white frills until they hung in tatters around her waist, exposing her bare, quivering flesh. Her shaved pussy glistened faintly in the dim light, her breasts swaying as she struggled to crawl away, but his grip on her hips was iron, pinning her in place.

Without a word, he dropped to his knees behind her, his filthy pants already undone, his thick, unwashed cock jutting out, hard and veined, the tip dripping with precum. He spat into his hand, smearing it roughly over her pussy, and then thrust into her with a savage grunt, his cock slamming deep inside her tight, unwilling hole. Ai screamed, a raw, piercing sound that cut through the clearing, her body jerking forward with the force of his intrusion, her silver twintails bouncing wildly, her fingers clawing at the dirt. The leader didn’t pause, his hips pounding against her ass with brutal rhythm, the wet slap of skin against skin echoing in the still air, his balls smacking her clit with each thrust, his hands gripping her hips hard enough to leave red welts on her pale skin. 

“Fuck, she’s tight,” he groaned, his voice thick with lust, his thrusts growing faster, more erratic, as Ai’s cries dissolved into choked sobs, her gray eyes streaming tears.

As the leader ravaged her pussy, the second man—a lanky figure with greasy hair plastered to his skull—knelt in front of her, grabbing her twintails like handles and yanking her head up. 

“Open that pretty mouth,” he sneered, his cock already in hand, the shaft long and thin, the head swollen and leaking. Ai shook her head weakly, her lips trembling, but he slapped her cheek hard, the crack of skin on skin making Nanako flinch. 

“Now!” he barked, and when her mouth parted in a gasp, he shoved his cock inside, the thick head hitting the back of her throat. The poor girl gagged instantly, her throat spasming around him, her body convulsing as he thrust deep, his hands pulling her twintails to force her head back and forth, her lips stretched painfully around his shaft, saliva and precum dribbling down her chin. The taste was rancid—sweat and filth and bitterness—flooding her senses as he fucked her mouth with relentless abandon, her muffled cries vibrating against his cock, her gray eyes rolling back in desperation.

The third man, a hulking brute with a shaved head and a jagged scar across his cheek, dropped to his knees beside her, his meaty hands roaming her body with possessive cruelty. He grabbed her tender breasts, squeezing them roughly, his thick fingers digging into her soft flesh until she whimpered, her nipples hardening unwillingly under his touch. 

“Nice little tits,” he grunted, slapping them hard, watching them bounce, the pale skin turning pink from the abuse. He pinched her nipples, twisting them between his fingers, drawing sharp, muffled cries from her stuffed mouth, her body shuddering between the three men. Leaning down, he bit her shoulder, his teeth sinking into her flesh, leaving a red, crescent-shaped mark, his cock pressing against her thigh, hard and leaking as he rubbed himself against her, savoring her pain.

Hayao’s breath came in shallow gasps, his dark eyes locked on Ai’s trembling form, her pale skin now marred with dirt and bruises, her silver hair tangled and matted with sweat. Nanako sobbed quietly beside him, her hands covering her mouth, her body shaking, but the man with the knife tightened his grip, the blade grazing Hayao’s skin, a thin trickle of blood welling up. 

“Keep watching,” he snarled, his free hand stroking his own cock through his pants, his eyes glinting with sadistic glee as the scene unfolded.

The leader’s thrusts grew frenzied, his grunts louder, his cock pulsing inside Ai’s pussy as he slammed into her one last time, his hips grinding against her ass. With a guttural roar, he came, his thick, hot cum flooding her insides, his body shuddering as he held her in place, his fingers digging into her hips. Ai’s muffled scream shook her frame, her pussy clenching around him involuntarily, her body jerking as he pulled out, his cum leaking from her abused hole, dripping down her thighs in thick, white streaks. He laughed, a harsh, triumphant sound, and slapped her ass hard, leaving a red handprint as he stood, his cock still twitching.

The second man took his place behind her, his cock slick with her saliva as he yanked her hips up higher, her knees scraping the ground. “My turn,” he sneered, and thrust into her pussy, his long shaft sliding easily into her cum-slicked hole, the wet squelch of his entry mingling with her broken whimper. He fucked her hard and fast, his hands gripping her ass, spreading her cheeks wide as he pounded into her, his balls slapping against her clit, his grunts low and animalistic. Ai’s body rocked with each thrust, her small breasts bouncing, her silver twintails swaying, her gray eyes dull with pain and humiliation as he used her, his pace relentless, his cock stretching her already raw walls.

The third man moved to her front, shoving the second man’s softening cock aside as he grabbed her twintails, forcing her head up again. “Suck it, slut,” he growled, his thick, scarred cock pressing against her lips, the head broad and dripping. Ai’s mouth trembled, but he forced it open, shoving his cock inside, the girth stretching her jaw painfully, her gags immediate and violent as he thrust deep, hitting her throat with bruising force. He held her head still, his hands tangled in her silver hair, fucking her mouth with slow, deliberate strokes, his cock pulsing against her tongue, the taste of sweat and grime overwhelming her as she choked, tears streaming down her face, her muffled cries lost in the wet, sloppy sounds of his assault.

The leader, now hard again, knelt beside her, his hands roaming her body as the others claimed her holes. He grabbed her ass, spreading her cheeks, and pressed a rough finger against her tight, virgin asshole, forcing it inside without warning. Ai’s scream was muffled by the cock in her throat, her body convulsing as he pushed deeper, the dry intrusion burning, her ass clenching around his finger in protest. 

“Gonna open you up,” he muttered, adding a second finger, stretching her painfully, her whimpers growing louder as he worked her open, his cock throbbing against her thigh as he prepared her for more.

The second man groaned, his thrusts faltering as he neared his peak, his cock swelling inside her pussy. “Take it, bitch,” he snarled, and came with a shudder, his cum mixing with the leader’s, flooding her hole, spilling out around his shaft as he kept thrusting, milking every drop into her. 

He pulled out with a wet pop, his cum dripping from her pussy, pooling on the grass beneath her, her body trembling as he slapped her ass, stepping back to watch.

The third man followed, his cock pulsing in her throat as he yanked her head back, forcing her to take him deeper. “Swallow,” he grunted, and came with a low growl, his thick cum flooding her mouth, the salty, bitter taste choking her as she struggled to obey, her throat spasming, cum leaking from her lips as he pulled out, smearing it across her face with a cruel laugh. 

Her gray eyes squeezed shut, her silver hair sticking to her tear-streaked cheeks, her breaths ragged and shallow.

The leader took his turn again, moving behind her as the third man stepped aside. He pulled his fingers from her ass, replacing them with his cock, the thick head pressing against her tight hole. 

“Relax, princess,” he sneered, and thrust forward, forcing his way inside, her ass stretching painfully around him, her scream raw and broken as he buried himself deep. 

He fucked her ass with brutal force, his hips slamming against her, the dry friction tearing at her, her body rocking violently, her silver twintails bouncing, her small breasts swaying as he claimed her, his hands gripping her hips, leaving bruises on her pale skin.

The man with the knife watched, his blade still pressed to Hayao’s throat, his free hand now openly stroking his cock, his eyes flicking between Ai’s ravaged body and Nanako’s terrified face. 

“Your friend’s a good little whore,” he taunted, his voice dripping with malice, the knife glinting as he forced them to witness every second of Ai’s degradation.

The second man, recovered, knelt beside her again, his cock hard once more as he grabbed her hand, forcing it around his shaft, making her stroke him as the leader pounded her ass. “Work it, slut,” he snapped, slapping her face when she hesitated, her small hand trembling as she obeyed, her fingers slick with his precum, her gray eyes staring blankly ahead, her mind fraying under the relentless assault.

The third man joined in, straddling her back, his cock sliding between her small breasts, squeezing them together with his rough hands, the friction harsh and abrasive against her bruised skin. “Fuck her tits,” he grunted, thrusting between them, his precum smearing across her chest, her nipples red and swollen from his earlier abuse, her body trapped in a web of their cruelty.

Ai’s holes were filled, her body a vessel for their lust, the men moving in a brutal rhythm—her ass stretched around the leader’s cock, her hand jerking the second man, her tits fucked by the third. The sounds filled the clearing: the wet slap of skin, the grunts and moans of the men, Ai’s choked sobs and whimpers, the rustle of grass beneath her trembling form. Her silver hair was a tangled mess, her gothic dress reduced to rags, her pale skin marked with bruises, handprints, and streaks of cum and sweat, her gray eyes vacant.

The leader, a grizzled figure with a scraggly beard, was already buried deep in Ai’s ass, his thick cock stretching her painfully, her silver twintails swaying with each brutal thrust. “C’mon, she can take more,” the leader grunted, his voice dripping with malice as he shifted slightly, making room.

The fourth man tucked his rusty knife into his belt, succumbing to the depraved invitation from his peers. His wiry frame trembled with anticipation as he stepped away from Hayao, his sadistic grin widening.

Ai was a trembling wreck—her stylish dress torn to shreds, her small frame overwhelmed by the relentless assault. Her knees sank into the damp grass, her body slick with sweat and cum, her spirit fraying under the weight of their cruelty. The fourth man knelt behind her, his hands gripping her bruised hips alongside the leader’s, his own cock—hard and veined—pressing against her already ravaged asshole. With a cruel smirk, he aligned himself with the leader’s shaft, and together they thrust forward, forcing both cocks into her tight, abused hole.

Ai’s scream was raw and guttural, her body convulsing as her asshole was stretched beyond its limits, the searing pain ripping through her. Her silver hair whipped across her tear-streaked face, her gray eyes wide with agony, but the second man—lanky and greasy-haired—clamped a filthy hand over her mouth, muffling her cries. 

“Shut it, slut,” he snarled, his fingers digging into her cheeks as the two men behind her began to move, their cocks sliding in and out in a brutal, unsynchronized rhythm. The wet, tearing sound of her flesh mixed with their grunts, her small breasts bouncing wildly, her hands clawing at the dirt in futile resistance.

Hayao stood frozen, his dark eyes locked on the horrific scene unfolding before him. For a few long seconds, he was mesmerized—the sheer brutality of it, the way Ai’s body jerked with each thrust, her muffled screams vibrating against the hand covering her mouth, the sadistic glee in the men’s faces. His breath caught in his throat, his mind teetering between revulsion and a strange, fleeting fascination. Nanako, beside him, sobbed quietly, her dark eyes brimming with terror, her hands trembling as she clutched his arm.

But then, clarity pierced through Hayao’s haze. The men were distracted, their focus consumed by Ai’s degradation—the fourth man now fully engrossed, his knife forgotten, his cock buried in her ass alongside the leader’s. This was his chance. He tightened his grip on Nanako’s arm, his voice a hoarse whisper. 

“Now. We go.” She stumbled as he pulled her away from the tree, her legs shaky, but she followed, their footsteps muffled by the grass as they slipped into the shadows.

Behind them, the assault intensified. The leader and the fourth man pounded Ai’s asshole relentlessly, their cocks stretching her to the breaking point, her muffled cries growing weaker as her strength faded. The leader came first, his hips slamming against her one last time as he roared, his thick cum flooding her ass, spilling out around their shafts in hot, white streaks. The fourth man followed, his own release shuddering through him, adding to the mess, their combined loads dripping down her thighs, pooling on the grass beneath her trembling form.

The other two men joined in, switching holes with practiced cruelty—filling her pussy, her mouth, her ass in turn, their hands slapping and pinching her bruised flesh, their laughter a sickening chorus. Ai’s gray eyes dulled, her silver hair matted with sweat and cum, her body a broken vessel for their lust, marked with bruises and handprints, her mind shattered under the unceasing torment.

Hayao and Nanako fled, their breaths ragged, their hearts pounding. The faint, haunting echoes of Ai’s muffled screams faded behind them, a grim reminder of the choice Hayao had made. Guilt and relief churned in his gut, but he kept moving, pulling Nanako along and leaving Ai to the mercy of the homeless men—a mercy that would never come.

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