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10 Best Brain Tumor Surgery Hospitals in India

A brain tumor is a fatal condition, and the tumor’s placement in the brain can often decide whether the patient may live or not. However, in good hands, even critical cases can have wonderful outcomes.

To know which hospitals have the best facilities for brain tumor treatment go through the below list for reference.

Brain tumor usually arises due to an abnormal cell formation process in the brain. They can be either malignant or benign brain tumors. The male-female ratio of brain tumor occurrence is 1.5:1.

The 5-year survival rate of a cancerous brain tumor is 36% and a 10-year survival rate is almost 31% for patients suffering from it.

The total cost of brain tumor treatment can be somewhere around 4-10 lakh INR across different organizations in the country.

Are you aware of someone who is suffering from it and do you want to help the person out?

Check some of the below-mentioned hospitals known to provide some of the best care and facilities when it comes to brain treatment surgery and treatment.

The most efficient brain tumor treatment facilities in the country

Let us find out what makes some hospitals stand out in a crowd of many, as the best hospitals for brain tumor surgery in India.

1. Tata Memorial Hospital, Mumbai & Kolkata

Nothing less can describe this hospital except the word ‘excellence.’ It is one center in the country that prides itself in providing the best free brain tumor treatment in India, serving the poor and the needy for a long.

The center is known for advanced cancer treatment research and education. It is quite strongly equipped in managing advanced chemotherapy and sophisticated radiology facilities required for patients suffering from a brain tumor.

Address: Dr. E Borges Road, Parel, Mumbai - 400 012 India.

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2. Regional Cancer Centre, Thiruvananthapuram

Collaborating numerous clinical trials & research in this area is one reason why the hospital is well known in the southern part of the country. Modern treatment facilities like isotope & CT scanning and even chemotherapy are offered for free by this hospital.

The center provides the best free brain tumor treatment in India to about 60% of its patients, and almost 29% of the middle class also avails of treatment at a subsidized rate. RCC has a “Cancer Care for Life” scheme that is responsible for gathering funds for people who have cancer.

Address: Regional Cancer Centre, Medical College Campus, Post Bag No.2417, Thiruvananthapuram, India – 695011.

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3. Kidwai Memorial Institute of Oncology, Bangalore

The hospital is known to have some of the best machines to handle brain tumors and other types of cancer successfully & effectively. The hospital receives funds from the government of India and people who are below the poverty line receive free brain tumor treatment with them.

The cancer medications sold in Kidwai hospital are also 40%-60% cheaper than the market price. Thus, many people prefer to get their treatments done at Kidwai hospital, and brain tumors in the most difficult segments of the brain have been treated many times successfully here in this hospital.

Address: Dr. M H Marigowda Rd, Hombegowda Nagar, Bengaluru, Karnataka 560029

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4. All India Institute of Medical Sciences, New Delhi

AIIMS has never had such a good time treating brain tumor patients since they have procured the “gamma knife perfexion.” This instrument is capable of treating more than one tumor at a time in one session.

Treating lesions in the par nasal sinuses, cervical spines and other such areas had never been more accessible for doctors.

Treatment at a subsidized rate is possible when requested by the hospital.

Address: Sri Aurobindo Marge, Ansari Nagar, Ansari Nagar East, New Delhi, Delhi 110029

5. Christian Medical College and Hospital, Vellore, Tamil Nadu

This hospital is a private facility, but its ability to heal patients is a golden standard in the country. With the latest brain and spinal cord surgery facilities at affordable prices, the hospital is your best chance to help your loved ones survive the dreaded malignant brain tumor forms.

The Tumor board of the hospital, advanced radiation technologies, and advanced surgery techniques help in efficient brain tumor treatment.

6. Artemis Hospital, Gurgaon, India

It is one of the best private hospitals in the country when it comes to brain care and diseases. The department of neuro-oncology & neurosurgery of this hospital is efficient enough to offer complete care to brain tumor patients.

The Tumor board can effectively design a treatment plan by consulting different department doctors of the same or even other hospitals if required.

The Cancer Centre is affiliated to various International Boards from around the globe.

7. Indraprastha Apollo Hospitals, Delhi

The Apollo Hospital branch of Indraprastha, New Delhi is renowned when it comes to providing excellent medical care services to domestic and international patients.

The radiation oncology department is quite efficient in treating small-sized tumors located in critical areas of the brain effectively.

Very high precision techniques are used by the hospital, including the 3D-CRT (conformal radiation oncology).

8. Fortis Memorial Research Institute, Gurgaon, India

The doctors here have vast experience in treating metastatic brain tumors.

The department too uses a large number of efficient machinery, including advanced radiation therapy techniques to treat some of the most difficult-to-remove tumors of the brain.

9. Seven Hills Hospital, Mumbai

This hospital in Mumbai too is quite deftly handling brain tumor cases from across the country. The hospital has high-quality clinical standards and is dedicated to providing the best inpatient and outpatient facilities.

The hospital too is a multi-specialty tertiary center. Some fine hands help the brain tumor treatment in this hospital.

Address: Seven Hills Health City, Marol Maroshi Road, Andheri East, Mumbai – 400059.

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10. Aster Medcity Kochi, Kerala

Advanced chemotherapy and radiation therapy technologies are available. Its first center in Kerala is capable of offering minimally invasive robotic surgery for treating brain tumors seated deep inside the brain.

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perfexion · 3 years ago

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This was written for me and it is THE MOST perfect story I’ve ever read 🔪🖤

Title: Stalkers Tango

Word Count: 4,684

Pairing: Reader Insert (cis female) Poly Ghostface

♡ Written for @perfexion ♡

Warnings: Viewer discretion is advised. This work includes graphic depictions of abuse and non-con. If those are triggering topics for you, please do not read this. You are responsible for the content that you consume. MINORS DO NOT INTERACT.

There’s something off about the house as if the spirits of the Woodsboro massacre have seeped into the wooden floorboards and the dark tan painted walls. You were having a hard time grappling with the idea of whether hosting another party here was in poor taste or if it was a courageous feat to be overcoming the atrocities that had occurred.

You had only ever heard of stories and whispered rumours about what happened. Although you moved here a few years after the fact with your parents, the housing market has dipped due to the aforementioned massacre. After all, who would want to live in the sleepy little town of Woodsboro with a dark history? Certainly not you. While Woodsboro was your permanent address, you spent a great deal of your time in a small dormitory at one of the more prominent universities a few hours south. But on holidays and reading breaks, you still found yourself coming home.

On this trip back, though, you had made some new connections. Of course, it was too soon to say you had made some friends, but Stu Macher and, by proxy, Billy Loomis floated somewhere between the space of friends and acquaintances. Regardless, it’s how you ended up in this offputting house.

The tan-painted walls tremble under the force of the bass as Dr. Dre’s voice booms through the house, interspersed with the loud chatter of other guests. You aren’t close with anyone here. There are familiar faces, but the names that go along with them are lost to you. It certainly didn’t help that you were a few drinks in, an attempt at quelling the apprehension that made its home within yourself.

It’s a bit overwhelming, if you’re being honest. It’s not that you don’t go to parties. You’re a sophomore in college, after all. You have spent many times dragging your hungover self out of the lumpy single bed to the auditorium your morning class was held in. But something about the nature of this party left you feeling a bit uneasy.

You merely shrug it off, deciding it was just your thoughts running rampant like a pack of wild horses. Finally, you do make the decision to remove yourself, even if only momentarily, as a quick break from the thumping house party certainly wouldn’t hurt.

With careful movements, you weave through the bodies of people. Some are residents who never left Woodsboro, and others are students returning home like you, Stu and Billy. You climb the stairs feeling the way the steps creak below your weight, though the noise is silent, being swallowed whole by the loud music that radiates from an expensive-looking sound system.

Upstairs, while still loud, the noise is considerably dampened. It feels like a weight being slowly lifted from your chest. It gives you a moment to let out a deep exhale of air you didn’t realize you had been holding. It’s desolate up here, though you’re confident that if you opened the wrong door, you’d be met with a bare arse with pants around the ankles. You take a chance, grasping a brass handle and turning slowly.

The room that you open turns out to be a closet filled with various linens. From soft fluffy towels to quilts that you’re sure someone spent a great deal of time on. Your eyes continue their path downwards, taking in this slice of domesticity within the festive party. However, what you see next makes your blood run cold, reminiscent of things you weren’t even a part of. The imagery that had been whispered to you in secrecy suddenly colours your mind.

It’s poorly hidden, the undeniable corpse covered in blankets and shoved awkwardly into the space between the bottom shelf and the floorboards. Blood has begun to seep through the material draped over them. Your stomach twists, a cold sweat breaking out along your hairline as panic floods your system. Your heart pounds against your ribcage with irregular galloping beats, and for the life of you, you cannot get your limbs to move as they should.

You’re trapped within this fixed point in the universe, staring at this obscured sight of something barbaric. Your mind racing with thoughts too jumbled for you to discern. Who did this? Was this some cruel callback to the events that had happened years prior?

You stumble backwards with legs that feel wobbly as if they were moments away from crumbling like wet cardboard. What you don’t expect is to hit something solid and warm. You nearly jump several feet in the air, your heart feeling as though it was seconds away from ceasing its rhythm altogether. Then, spinning on your heels, you’re faced with Stu Macher.

His sparse brown eyebrows are pinched together, lines forming between them. There’s a distant look to his gaze as he peers over your shoulder. You wonder what’s going through his mind.

“I need to find my friends.” The words fall from your tongue quickly, though perhaps it wasn’t the right thing to say. You should have expressed what you found, asked him to call the police or something, but instead, you’re fixated on finding the people you came with. A fleeting thought fills your mind that it could be one of your friends below the soiled linens, and the idea makes you nearly heave.

Stu stares at you for a moment with thin pressed lips, brows still knitted together before he nods slowly. “That’s a good idea,” He finally settles on. Then, reaching out, he rests a hand on your shoulder, squeezing softly. “Are you okay? You’re not hurt are you?”

You shake your head, and he nods, his shoulders lowering as he exhales a breath. The man moves around you and shuts the closet door quietly, turning to look at you over his shoulder. “We should find Billy first, get him to call the police and then I’ll help you find your friends. Is that okay?”

You nod.

The words Stu speaks soothe you; the idea of experiencing such horrors with a man who has been through this once before is comforting. Stu leads you around the top floor of his home, his movements hurried and frantic as one should be in a situation like this. Your heart hasn’t stopped pounding; you can feel it in your fingertips and hear it in your ears. And even though Stu’s movements are frenzied and nervous, you feel better being with him than if you were to face this alone. The idea of stumbling down the stairs by yourself and stopping on the landing to inform the party goers of a grisly murder made you queasy.

Another door opens, the hinges groaning. Stu pokes his head in, and after a moment, he speaks, “Billy,” He sounds nervous, words shaking ever so slightly. He steps into the dimly lit room, and you trail after him like a lamb to the slaughter. “You need to call the police. It’s happening again.”

You look around, figuring this was Stu’s bedroom. Clothing spills out of a duffle bag in the corner. A bong with questionable-looking water rests on a cluttered desk and walls done up in a patchwork of posters from the women in Sports Illustrated to Tom Cruise’s Lestat and various film and band posters. It gave you a better glimpse of the man that Stu is, beyond that wisecracker persona he puts up and the darkness that would occasionally flicker for a moment too long in his blue eyes.

“Really?” The tone that comes out of Billy’s mouth makes your skin crawl. It certainly didn’t sound appropriate for the situation that you found yourself in. “Interesting.”

“You need to call the police!” You urge, staring at Billy as you run a trembling hand through bright pink tresses.

“Don’t worry, Heather, you’re safe with us.” Billy stares at you with a look that could make milk curdle. His lips curl upwards into a smirk that tells you to leave. You turn on your heel only to be face to face with Stu’s chest once again. ��Leaving so soon? Awfully rude of you after Stu so graciously decided to invite you to this party.”

The beating of your heart accelerates, and you wonder what the chances of you having a heart attack are. You tip your head upwards to see Stu staring down at you with a lopsided grin. Something parasitic begins to scrape along your insides, worming its way through your veins and infecting the hope of salvation you had left. The idea that you’re next in line to be slaughtered sits in the forefront of your mind.

“Yeah Heather. Didn’t know you were such a fuckin’ bitch.” Stu sneers at you with a guttural chuckle. You’re frozen in place, and even if you weren’t, there is no way you were getting out of this. Not when Stu’s frame towers over you, blocking the only exit. Unless you intended to throw yourself through the dirty pane of glass. The fall from the second story may be better than what awaits you, though. “And after I talked up this big game about you to Billy.”

You can’t take your eyes off Stu, too transfixed by the way he speaks about you and at you. The man really isn’t talking to you; you have no place in this conversation. It makes you feel small, the dawning of realization beginning to bubble to the surface; you knew at this moment that you were the mouse being circled by two ravenous alley cats.

Every muscle in your body constricts at the feeling of Billy’s front slotting itself against your backside. A cold sweat accumulates along your skin, making the fabric of your shirt cling to your body. Sure, you had thought about Billy in this sort of context before, frankly Stu as well. The two are attached at the hip anyway; it felt wrong to fantasize about one without the other. But you never could have fathomed your fantasies would come to life in such a dissolute way.

“Are you scared?” Billy murmurs, his hands coming to rest on your hips. His fingers dig into the soft flesh there, making your body recoil automatically. He laughs at that, drawing you closer till you feel something firm poke into your lumbar. You think you’re going to be sick. “Bet if I checked your panties you’d be soaked.”

At that, you shrug Billy off you, quickly moving to set some distance between you and them. Though it only pushes you further into the room, it at least gives you a diluted sense of reprieve. A moment where you could figure out how to get out of this situation. Your hazel eyes dart around the room rapidly, looking for any sort of exit.

“Don’t do this. I-I won’t tell anyone. I promise.” The words are too big on your tongue, rolling off in a clunky sort of fashion. Your teeth catch your lower lip in a sharp grasp, worrying the plump flesh.

Stu throws his head back with a loud laugh. “Oh you promise, do you?” His head snaps forward unnaturally, blue eyes glimmering with elation. He turns to look at Billy with a broad smile. “Hear that Billy? She promises.”

Next comes Billy’s laughter. It’s less upbeat than Stu’s, more of a low chuckle at your expense. They mix together perfectly to cultivate an overwhelming sense of dread within your body. It makes your palms grow slick with sweat. Billy regards you with leering eyes, lips twisting into a wry smile. “Think we need some convincing on why we shouldn’t just pin you down and slice you open.”

“I’ll do anything” You sputter as soon as Billy ceases talking. The moment those words leave your painted lips, a wave of filth washes over your body. It makes you feel cheap, like the kind of person your family would turn their noses up towards.

“Anything? Just going straight to whoring yourself out, huh?” This time when Billy laughs, it’s far more jocose though not without the baleful undertones. “You really know how to pick ’em, Stu.” Billy says with a hum. Your eyes dart over to Stu, and you catch the way he nods, looking pleased as ever with Billy’s praise. It makes you feel sick, stupid even for allowing yourself to fall into a situation like this. “Alright, come here. Get on your knees and show me how much you want to be alive.”

You stand there as if cinder blocks were tied to your feet. On the one hand, you wanted to propel yourself forward and sink to your knees in front of Billy. Something about him was gorgeous, the darkness within him that makes warmth spark within your core. But, on the other hand, the fear is paralyzing. One misstep and you were going to end up like the corpse you had found.

Perhaps that’s how you’d end regardless, and you were merely a dead woman walking.

Billy rolls his eyes at your non-compliance. He jerks his head towards you, and almost immediately, Stu begins stalking towards you. It was as if the two were communicating in some unspoken language. You’re too lost in the tidal wave of your emotions to retaliate effectively as Stu quickly has his fist in your pink locks. His grip is tight enough that pain unfurls along your scalp. Stu drags you from where you stand, the movement effortless and making you feel as though your limbs were made of soft fluffy clouds.

The taller man shoves you forward, and you just barely break the fall with your palms before your face collides with the hardwood floor. The impact makes pain radiate the expanse of your palms and up forearms. You lift your head to stare up at Billy through pink strands that have fallen in front of your face.

The sounds of metal clinking and a belt sliding out from the loops of Billy’s blue jeans ring through the air. You watch as Billy hands Stu the belt not once lifting his dark gaze from yours as if he was being driven forward by the fear you radiated. From behind you, you can hear the sounds of the leather being manipulated before surprisingly gentle hands are securing your wrists in an impromptu pair of handcuffs.

The leather is thick against your wrists, pressed uncomfortably against the intersection of your scaphoid, ulnar and radial bones.

Billy begins to undo his pants. The zipping noise is the nail on the coffin that ties you firmly into this reality. You feel almost like an outsider as you watch the scene play out before you, watching as Billy pulls his hard cock out from the confines of tartan briefs that now sit sagging between his knees.

Your head is pushed forward by Stu, and you have no choice but to part your lips and take the man in. His cock is heavy on your tongue, precum smearing along and painting your tastebuds. As if on autopilot, you hollow your cheeks and bob your head, trying to squash the remaining hesitancy that slows your movements like molasses. After all, this is a life or death situation.

A body is pressed to your backside, curling over you like a scratchy cloak. Hands follow suit, moving along your clothed body. They come to a standstill at the hem of your skirt and waste no time in dipping below the fabric. Stu’s hands are like ice against your heated flesh. It makes gooseflesh rise along the skin. He doesn’t wait for your legs to spread of their own volition; your compliance doesn’t matter. Regardless, nimble fingers have snaked past the sheer fabric of your panties to drag along your dripping cunt.

The feeling of Stu’s chilled fingers parting your lips and teasing your entrance nearly has you choking on Billy’s cock.

“She’s soaked.” Stu comments, grazing slick digits over your clit. Your eyes flutter at the feeling, and you can’t help the way that you sink further onto Billy’s cock till your nose presses into the wiry patch of hair. Stu laughs. “I think she’s fucking getting off to this!”

“What’d you expect? Sluts like her never want to admit it but they live for this fuckin’ shit.” There’s a moment of sick pride that twists within you at hearing how Billy’s words have lost their edge and were replaced with more breathy notes. You shouldn’t feel this way, not when the two speak of you as if you were merely a set of holes without a lick of humanity.

Stu pulls himself from you, wiping his fingers off the material of your skirt. He gets to his feet, and you hear the pitter padder of rubber soles against the hardwood floor as he moves around. You don’t have time to dwell on whatever it is he’s up to, not when Billy’s hips snap against your pliant mouth. Billy’s hand snakes its way into your hair, fingers weaving through pink locks and tugging with enough force that an involuntary moan rumbles from your chest.

The sudden feeling of cold steel grazing along your abdomen and peeking underneath the hum of your shirt has you shuddering. From the way the metal drags along your skin, you gather it’s a knife. And with that realization, things suddenly fall into place, and you can’t help but retch against Billy’s cock. Not that it does much, as his grip on your hair is unrelenting.

You want to protest, to get yourself out of this situation, but you’re trapped. Wholly and utterly helpless to whatever the men want to do with you.

The sound of fabric tearing fills the air, a sudden chill working its way over your heated flesh. The remnants of your shirt hang loosely around your bound wrists. It’s mortifying being reduced to this, a mere object for them to do as they please. To tear off your clothing and toss it aside as if worth nothing to them. And there likely is some truth to that because it’s Billy and Stu, it always was, and it always would be. There is no room for another person within the equation that could possibly be viewed as an equal.

With your shirt destroyed, the only thing covering you is a lacy bra, but even that doesn’t last long. Stu doesn’t cut the material off of you or undo the bra. Instead, he pulls it down, so your tits spill out. Frankly, this was more ignominious than him actually tearing the garment.

“Sluts like her always seem so innocent,” Billy titters, pulling you off of his cock. You fall forward slightly, sputtering for air, a strand of drool connecting your lips to the rosy head of Billy’s cock. “Always the ones who get fuckin’ soaked though. Isn’t that right, Heather?”

You stare up at him indignantly, brows creased and shame winding within. You’d be a liar to admit that this wasn’t titillating, that dancing the line of pleasure with men so dangerous didn’t make your body feel electric. So you say nothing. And neither do they. But actions often spoke louder than words.

A hand is in your hair once more, this time the grip tighter. It forces a whine out from you, and you can’t help the way your limbs flail in an attempt to move away. But, even if a part of you wanted to remain, the rational part of you knew better than to give into devious desires.

You’re moved around like a mere rag doll, tossed onto the bed where you finally get to see the two men loom over you. They seemed taller here as if they were some monstrous beings who towered overhead till curved spines brushed along the stucco ceiling. And just like that, your glimpse is cut short. You’re dragged and moved till you’re in what they deem a suitable position.

You’re forced to straddle Billy and stare down at his smug expression while Stu plasters himself to your backside. Their hands roam over exposed flesh, groping and clawing at you. Each pass of calloused hands makes the skin burn in their wake.

All of this happens so quickly, leaving your head in a whirl as sensations continue to light up your nervous system. First, Stu works you open with spindly yet careful fingers. He doesn’t even bother to tear your panties off but instead pulls them to the side. His touch is gentler than you expected it to be, and you’re almost thankful. But then, fingers are replaced with the blunt head of his cock, and Billy joins him, lining up with your dripping entrance.

The first push has your lips parting, air puffing out in a sharp exhale. It’s both too much all at once as it is not enough. You’re no virgin, but you had never dwelled to these levels of depravity. You certainly had never been taken by two men simultaneously. If you weren’t constrained by the fact that this was forced, that you didn’t really want this, you might have wondered why you had never done such a thing before.

You don’t even have to move. Your body is jostled this way and that with each thrust from Stu and Billy. Each drag of their cocks makes your breath catch in your throat, pitiful noises of pleasure spilling past spit slicked lips. Were you drooling? You hardly have the sense left in you to really discern if it was drool or sweat that had dripped from your hairline. All you can focus on is how good this feels and how horrible you feel for getting off on this.

Stu laughs behind you, the noise breathy and short. “You like this don’t you?” A hand snakes up your body and grasps your throat. Pressure is added to your carotid artery. It’s not gentle, but you don’t think it’s meant to be. You pull lightly at the belt that binds your wrists together, a weak attempt at freeing yourself or at the very least ticking Stu off that you needed a moment to breathe. “You get so fuckin’ tight when you can’t breath. Doesn’t she, Billy?”

“Fuck.” Billy groans, his nails digging into your thighs, hips snapping up in a discordant rhythm into your dripping cunt. “Yeah, she feels so good. Takes us so fuckin’ well.” He lifts his gaze to lock eyes with you, though you can’t really focus on him. Not when your vision begins to tunnel. “It’s like you were made to be our fucking whore, Heather. How does that make you feel?”

Suddenly, the pressure on your throat is released. You begin to swallow air desperately in an attempt to quell the burn and to fight off the blackness that invades the edges of your vision. But for every breath of air you take, another is forced from your weeping lungs as the men drive into you repeatedly. As if already intimately acquainted with your body, they know exactly how to string you along. It leaves your thighs to quake in pleasure and lecherous little noises to be sung to the high heavens as if your friends and acquaintances weren’t downstairs. Though you’re uncertain if your cries could be heard through the haze of liquor and booming music.

The sudden feeling of fingers on your clit has your body convulsing. The tell-tale signs of an impending orgasm creep along your skin and drag you through the throes of pleasure.

“You gunna cum?” Stu murmurs, lips pressed directly to your ear. Your eyes flutter shut as you lean back against Stu’s chest. The grip he has on your throat tightens, though not nearly as much as it had before. It’s just enough to remind you of where the power lies. “Come on baby, you’ve been so good for us. Don’t you want to give in?”

Stars erupt from behind your eyelids, a myriad of bright colours that fan out over your trembling body. Your muscles constrict, chest heaving and tits bouncing as they fuck you through the orgasm that tears through your body like a hurricane. It isn’t an orgasm with a swift crescendo; it keeps going leaving nerves exposed and overstimulated as they continue to use your body.

But then it stops all at once. Although your mind swims and thoughts are fuzzy around the edges and nonsensical, you’re reminded of your status as an outsider. So unaware of the conversation they’re having without really speaking it into existence.

Stu’s strong hands grip your hips, pulling your limp body off of Billy. He holds you only for a moment for Billy to scramble out from below you. Then, you’re dropped unceremoniously onto the bed with a bounce. Your face squished against soft linens that stretch over the bed for a moment before you’re rolled over onto your back.

Both men appear pretty wound up, and that familiar twist of pride and disgust licks at your insides. You feel like meat to them, waiting for them to continue to tear you to shreds and leave you in a pile of debauchery and allegations. Their cheeks are rosy, cocks bobbing and dripping with precum and slicked with both lube and your own wetness.

Was this it? Was this the end of the rope for you? Perhaps there were worse fates. Your limbs feel like jelly, the high radiating off your body making you feel more agreeable to the idea of taking a knife to the abdomen. Though if you were honest, you had expected them to finish inside of you before forcing you into your demise.

“Open your mouth.” So this is how it was. You’re too tired to fight, so you do it without hesitation, your tongue falling over the curve of your lower lip.

You watch as they begin to jerk themselves off, their eyes never once leaving your body. It’s degrading, and you desperately want to pull away and cover yourself. But you’re trapped, forced to play this sick game that they decided you were perfect to be a part of.

First, Stu’s brows pinch together, eyes falling shut, eyelashes fanning over high cheekbones, lips parting, and hips stuttering. And then warmth begins to splatter along your cheekbone, clinging to the flushed skin obscenely. Next, Billy’s lips fall open, and then you taste it on your tongue; it’s bitter and salty. Billy doesn’t break contact, not even when he spits on your tongue, allowing his cum and saliva to mix.

“Swallow.” You do.

“Are you going to kill me?” It feels dumb to ask now, but you’re emotionally and mentally drained. Having already come to terms with the fact that this was the end. That you were going to die lying here like nothing more than a cheap whore. “I don’t want to die.”

Stu and Billy exchange looks as they begin to tuck themselves back into their pants. Billy turns back to you and flashes you a wicked grin. “And why shouldn’t we gut you, Heather? You were so good for us but what else do you have to offer?”

Your lower lip quivers, a sinking feeling weighing down your body. You deflate against the sheets, feeling dirty and used, and suddenly you don’t find a gruesome demise so agreeable as you had in the peak of your pleasure. They stare at you expectantly, as if their own pleasure continues with the way your discomfort radiates into the room. “My body!” You finally belt out with a sense of urgency. The words feel wrong in your mouth, and you can’t help the whole body blush that fans out over your skin. “We can do this again. Please.”

Billy grins at you. You’re unsure if that was a good sign or not. “Oh you’re fuckin’ perfect. So fuckin’ cockdrunk you want to do it again? It’s like you were made for Stu and I.” You exhale, and something akin to relief worms its way through the knots in your stomach.

“I told you she was going to be a good fit.” Stu snickers, nudging Billy with his elbow

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