18. The Sinner
Chapter eighteen
The Sinner
Dinah
I make my down to the basement once more, after leaving that fucked up meeting, and insisting that Zeke and Abe give me some space to think. Despite their protests that it’s not safe to be separated from each other, I know that, for now, nothing will happen to us. Sarah needs my cooperation, and in order to get it, she needs me and them to stay alive. My head is filled with contradicting thoughts, and scenarios on how we save ourselves once again, from someone else trying to force us to their will. After passing numerous rebels standing guard, and them either giving me frightened eyes, or a wide berth, I finally reach the door that hides what I seek, and lean my forehead against its steel surface. Nothing but silence is coming from within, and that has me releasing the breath I was holding. I don’t think that I could have handled returning here to listen to him continue to hurt himself, and bludgeon me, one vicious word at a time. I’m so tempted to go inside and see him, and reassure him that I am here, and will never leave him again, but I’m also terrified of his reaction.
Tears fill my eyes, but I swipe angrily at them. What will it accomplish if I keep breaking down? I can’t go back in time to stop what happened to us. I can’t go in there and promise him that we are going to live happily ever after, now that the Brotherhood is in ashes. I am on a never-ending road to pain and destruction, and right now, I don’t see any way off that path. I press the palms of my hands into the flat, cool surface of the door, wishing I could touch Sammy and wrap him in my arms, but I know full well that if I tried, he would scorn my touch, and perhaps even become violent once more with me. “I love you, Samuel Wendover. I have from the very beginning, and nothing you do or say will change that. I’m so fucking sorry for everything that has occurred. Please come back to me. I can’t live without you.”
Nothing but deadly silence greets me, and with a final glance at the door, I force myself to walk away. I wander up from the vast basement area, observing the richness of the space my father has been hiding in. Expensive Persian rugs lay colorfully under my feet, and delicate brocade wallpaper covers the walls. Everywhere I look, costly works of art in gilded golden frames, or marble busts of religious depictions, are on display. The amber light from the crystal chandeliers leaves beautiful prisms of colors that have a soothing effect as I pass under them, as I climb the deep, thick burgundy carpet that covers the marble stairs, and leads to the level with all the guestrooms.
All of the signs of struggle from when Zeke, Abe, and I first attacked have been erased, as if we had never even entered the space. My mind flashes back to that young boy, the Brotherhood soldier who was attempting to flee, and I murdered him in cold blood. His ghost haunts me constantly, calling out to me and condemning me, for all the atrocities and sins I have already committed, and how many more I will still have to perpetrate, in an attempt to keep those I love safe. “I’m sorry you ever had to meet me in this house. I hope wherever you are, you’re no longer frightened,” I whisper into the cloying air, that smells like frankincense and myrrh.
When I reach the door to the room we are sharing, I straighten my shoulders, trying to push away some of the melancholy that is weighing me down. I slip into the room, noting the two armed guards posted on either end of the corridor. It seems Sarah is not taking any chances with us escaping from her hospitable prison. For a brief second, I consider murdering both of them, to send her a message that I’m not frightened of her, but then the dead boy’s face fills my mind, and I decide what would be the use? We can’t leave Sammy behind, and he’s in no shape to travel at the moment.
I step into the room, closing the door securely behind me, and two sets of eyes immediately turn in my direction. I can feel the tension in the air. Neither of them knows how to approach me, or how I will react. I drop my defenses, and allow them to see how worn down by the consequences of my actions I am. How weary and heart-sick all of this is making me, and how I need them desperately to help soothe some of the harshness that is consuming me, and breaking me apart. “Please,” I whisper, not even sure what I am requesting.
Zeke is the first to approach me, and those bright green eyes meet mine, and seep into my soul with hunger. He doesn’t hesitate, wrapping his hand around my throat and using his firm grip to force me forward, and into his chest. They circle me tightly, causing my chest to tighten, and all of the air to leave my lungs in a gasp. “You belong to me, Snow. You never have to beg for my devotion, only for my mercy, baby.” His mouth crashes down on mine with fervor, as he forces his tongue past my lips and devours me. I’m so lost in the fierce kiss that I don’t feel the large body pressing up against my back, until his warmth blankets me. Abe. I’m sandwiched between them right now, which feels like heaven. My lungs protest the lack of oxygen as Zeke continues to tighten his grip, as he ravishes my mouth, and his other hand tangles in my hair, pulling on the strands, and giving me a delicious hit of pain. Abe’s hands grasp the collar of my shirt and yank, ripping the material down the middle, and providing him with access to my flesh. His sharp teeth find my uninjured shoulder, and he bites down without mercy, and I scream into Zeke’s mouth.
“That’s it, Atasi, be a good slut and scream for us,” Abe mumbles against my heated flesh, licking away the blood that his bite has produced. His hands trail down my body, until he reaches the waistband of my pants and forces them down, causing the button to tear off, and the zipper to break. His large hands grasp each of my asscheeks and squeeze, until I’m forced onto my toes, and writhing in both pain and excitement. My head spins with the rapidly dwindling lack of air, and I use my hands to push against Zeke’s chest, to force him to release my lips. I bite down hard on his bottom lip, the instant taste of copper filling my mouth, and pushing me further into lust-filled insanity. Zeke nibbles on my lips, his tongue sweeping the inside of my mouth with hunger, before pulling back with a satisfied smirk, drops of blood covering his rosy, plush lip, that I lean in and lick, as he releases a heady groan. His eyes are burning pools of green flames, that have my core tightening, and wetness dripping from inside of me. It seems my body is always primed, and ready for these two alpha males to use me, and bring me to rapture. I rub myself against him, my body seeking friction, as desire rises within me.
Abe slips a digit between my asscheeks, forcing me to clench them tightly in response as he meets my slickness, and strokes me from my puckered hole to my entrance, before slamming his digit inside of me, only to rapidly remove it and repeat the same motion again, driving a gasp from my lips. His thick finger drags back and forth along my swollen pussy lips, every other thrust barely grazing my throbbing clit. The fucker is teasing me, making me lose my mind with the need threatening to drown me. Heat throbs through my chest, forcing my nipples to turn rock hard against the remainder of my shirt, as our heavy breathing combines in a sympathy of lust. “You’re drenched, Atasi. Does this naughty pussy need to be filled, hmm? Do you want me and Zeke to shove our cocks together inside of you, and fuck you hard and mean?” Oh, fuck yes, I do.
I wiggle back and forth, trying to force his finger back inside of me, but the fucker keeps stroking my pussy lips and caressing my needy clit. Zeke releases his tight grip, and I suck in huge gasps of air, choking and coughing over and over, as my body tries to remember how to breathe. “What was that, Snow? We couldn’t hear you. You want us to fill you full of our cum, until you’re dripping from all your holes? What a perfect dirty girl you are.” The smug bastard releases an amused chuckle at the menacing look I give him. He knows full well I haven’t uttered a word, but if I’m being honest, that’s exactly what I want to happen right now. Zeke viciously grabs the remainder of the fabric over my chest and rips it off, and as it falls to the floor, his hands grasp my breasts and squeeze them tightly between his large fingers. “I want to fuck these, and cover them with my cum, pretty girl.” His fingers toy with my nipples, squeezing and twisting the hardened peaks before pulling on them, and leaving me panting like a bitch in heat. Zeke’s hand reaches out and slaps my right breast, the sting making me cry out, before he delivers the same treatment to the left side. He leans forward as he licks a line from one nipple to the other, nipping my flesh, and leaving warm, open-mouthed kisses in his wake. I’m spiraling out of control, my body feeling like it’s strung tightly on a wire that at any moment could snap. “So fucking sexy, my perfect little wife, but you want to be my whore too, don’t you, baby?”
“Use... me,” I gasp as Abe’s finger once again thrusts inside of me without warning, followed by another two digits, stretching me, and causing ripples of sensation to flood my body. His fingers curve upwards, stroking a spot he knows will have me losing what is left of my mind. “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I mewl as Zeke slides his fingers into my hair, and uses his grip to force me to bend forward at the waist, and Abe utilizes the new position to finger fuck me harder and deeper, until I’m moaning and trying to stop myself from begging him for more. I can feel my arousal coating the inside of my legs. I’m so wet that the sound of Abe’s fingers sliding inside of me is obscene. “Touch your toes, pretty girl, and spread your legs wide, so Abe can have his fill.” I’m so close to begging to be filled, that the words are on the tip of my tongue, when Zeke twists my nipple again, and instead, all that comes out is a moan.
Abe drops to his knees behind me, removing his digits and using his wet fingers, covered in my arousal, to pry my asscheeks apart, before his tongue licks my puckered hole and slips between my folds, penetrating my pussy and causing me to sway. “Oh, fuck!” I cry out as I reach forward, regardless of my shoulder protesting the movement, and use the tips of my fingers to grasp the edges of my combat boots, holding on for dear life, as a whirlwind of heat races up my spine with my impending orgasm. The blood rushes to my head at the same time, and Zeke reaches down and slaps my breast again, and wraps his tattooed hand around my neck, as my hair hangs in my face like a curtain of darkness. “I think my wife needs a new pretty necklace, so that when she looks at herself, she knows who she belongs to. What do you think, Abe?” The only thing still holding me up is Zeke’s relentless grip on my hair and neck, and Abe’s painful grasp on my ass. I know that, come morning, I will be covered in both their fingerprints, and that thought brings me so much depraved satisfaction. Zeke tightens his grip on my throat, until I gasp without oxygen, my body shuddering with the delicious feeling of almost passing out. I want more. I want to pass out, and wake back up with both of them using me for their pleasure, but I know they are not done toying with me, and I want to play their depraved games. “Hands behind your back, Snow, and if you move them, Abe will stop and leave you hanging.”
Fucking assholes, I do not doubt that they would do it too, to teach me a lesson about obedience. I reach my hands behind my back, lacing my fingers together, as Abe continues to suck and lick my soaked cunt. He nips at my throbbing clit, and my knees almost give out on me. “That’s it, baby, give me what I want,” Abe rasps into my swollen flesh as Zeke releases my throat, and I drag oxygen into my lungs as he frees his hard, pierced cock from the confines of his pants. The bulbous tip glistens with beads of precum and shiny metal, my mouth waters, and I lick my lips in anticipation of his taste. I don’t have long to wait as he grips himself and brings the dark red mushroom tip to my lips, smearing his cum all over my mouth, and painting it in a grotesque, salty lip balm.
“Open and take me to the back of your throat, Dinah,” Zeke demands, his voice gruff as he pushes through my lips. I open wide until he hits the back of my throat, allowing my tongue to slide across its warm surface, and hollowing my cheeks and sucking. The first stroke is gentle and deceiving, he pulls out almost to the very tip and slams back inside with force, hitting the back of my throat, and causing me to choke and gag. The bastard doesn’t wait for my throat to stop spasming, before he’s thrusting mercilessly down my throat and compelling me to swallow him whole, as he presses his abdomen against my nose, and holds me tightly in place by my hair. “That’s it, baby. Look at how well you’re swallowing me, Snow. My perfect cock sucking wife .“ The word ‘wife’ is my undoing, and I feel a gush of wetness escaping my core with pleasure, as Abe rapidly licks it up. Tears slide down my face and meet the saliva that is dribbling out of the corner of my mouth, as he commits to a punishing rhythm of fucking my throat brutally. I gag and choke over and over, but it isn’t the slightest deterrent to Zeke, and he doesn’t even slow down fucking my face, until I can’t breathe. His fingers in my hair pull on my strands, causing the sweet combination of pain and pleasure to mix, bringing me closer to the abyss of destruction. My whole body trembles, as Abe thrusts his tongue inside of my pussy in time with Zeke’s thrusts into my mouth.
“Fuck, she tastes like heaven and sin. Our pretty little psychopath,” Abe moans into my flesh, and I feel my whole body tightening with the orgasm that is racing, like an electrical current, up my spine. “Take away her breath, Zeke, squeeze her nostrils.” Zeke doesn’t hesitate to fulfil Abe’s request, his hand momentarily leaving my hair and pinching my nostrils closed, as I struggle for every breath. My body clenches tight with the impending orgasm, spurred on by all the pain, lack of air, and sweet sensations filling me, but just as it barrels down on me, and I’m about to cum, Abe pulls back and chuckles. I scream my frustrations with Zeke’s cock in my mouth, and he finally releases his hold on my nostrils, allowing me to breathe.
“Not so fast, Atasi. I want to be deep inside this pretty cunt when you cum, baby.” I sense his rise to his feet, and I hear the telltale sounds of his zipper sliding down, before I feel the crown of his massive, girthy cock at my entrance. I scream, with Zeke lodged down my throat, as Abe fills me without mercy, in one brutal thrust that has me shoving forward, and if it weren’t for Zeke’s cock deep in my throat, and his tight grip on my hair, I would have fallen on my face. Fuck. Zeke pulls back and allows me a moment to breathe. My eyes glance upwards at him, and a look of unhinged satisfaction coats his features. “You’re beautiful when you’re being filled with Abe’s cock, Dinah. Fuck, baby, the most stunning sight I have ever seen.“ He swipes the tip of his cock against my lips, and my tongue darts out and licks his crown, like a fucking ice cream cone. I get immense satisfaction at the way his breathing falters, as he watches me lick his slit and move down his long length, sucking and nipping as I go until I reach his base, and l lash my tongue against where his cock and pelvis meet. My lips circle around until I can lick and suck on one of his testicles, feeling his whole body shake with the sensation. I wish I could use my hands, because I would slip one of my digits deep in his ass, and force him to explode in my mouth. Maybe I can convince Abe to take turns shoving his cock inside of our asses? Fuck, just the thought of Abe slamming inside of my ass, then pulling out coated in my juices, and slamming into Zeke’s ass, has me releasing another gush of wetness.
Abe reaches over my back and grasps Zeke’s neck, forcing him to bend forward over me so he can devour his mouth. The two of them kiss, filled with passion and violence, while Abe continues to fuck my pussy hard and brutally, and Zeke slams his cock back into my throat. Their moans are my undoing, and before I can stop it, an orgasm races through my limbs, leaving scorching fire in its wake, and I scream, the sound muffled with Zeke’s cock lodged deeply in my throat, as my release takes over me. Abe’s rhythm changes, speeding up as his own release steamrolls right over him, and with a harsh groan expelled in Zeke’s mouth, he fills my cunt with his warm cum. Zeke loses the battle with himself and his restraint, and with a few more erratic thrusts, he’s cumming down my throat in a gush of warm, salty fluid that I ensure I swallow every drop of. He pries his lips away from Abe’s, but never takes his eyes off of him, as he fills my throat and releases his grip on my hair. “I fucking love you, Abe, you and Dinah are my whole world, and I refuse to fucking lose either of you.”
I push away from Zeke’s cock, my lungs demanding oxygen, as I try not to die in a sex-induced stupor. “No one’s going anywhere, you unhinged... bastard,” I gasp, trying to force much-needed air into my lungs. “You... have us, both of us. We belong to you, just like you belong to us.” I swipe at my face as I push away from Abe, and his cock slips from inside of me, and I feel his cum dripping out of me. “Where do you think you’re going, Snow? I plan to fuck Abe’s ass with the cum he just left inside of your tight pussy.”
Holy fuck, these two will be the death of me . Not the Brotherhood, or my father, or even fucking Sarah and her shitty rebels. I’ll fucking die due to an overdose of cocks, and orgasms. My core clenches with the need to be filled again, and I can’t wait to feel Zeke’s piercing rubbing against my walls. I lean down, rip off my pants, and throw my ruined shirt in their direction. “You’ll have to fucking catch me, and hold me down, asshole!” I screech and take off, running for the other side of the room.