16. Margarete
CHAPTER 16
Margarete
I ’m disgusting. I’m abhorrent. Most of all, I’m sinful. I’m witnessing perversion in its highest form, but instead of being repulsed, I’ve allowed it to seduce me. The sickness has infected me, and now I’m forsaken. The proper course of action would be to stop all this madness, but as Hans’ dick stabs the back of my throat, I only want more.
They say absolute power corrupts absolutely, and I’ve allowed the corruption to morph me into a completely new entity. Is this the power men feel when they force women to bow before them? Knowing that Hans is mine to do with as I please is a drug so potent that I don’t care if I overdose to keep the high for the rest of my life.
I never considered I would enjoy anything so perverse, so animalistic and wild. I thought all I wanted in life was a good husband and a family of my own, but it turns out I wanted something much darker.
I pat the floor as I suck Hans’ dick until my hand lands on the handle of Xander’s knife. Picking it up, I move it between Hans and me. I’m unsure what’s come over me, but I press the blade against Hans’ right ball and make a tiny cut. Tiny droplets of my step-brother’s crimson blood fall against my chin. I want to taste it, allow the metallic flavor to invade my senses. Have I become a Satanist? Is this what will happen to me for turning my back on God?
My thoughts falter as Hans inserts one finger inside me, followed by another. He twists and turns them, pressing on something I can only describe as a button that makes my body feel like it’s about to detonate. Hans’ dick falls out of my mouth with a pop. “Hans, what are you doing?”
He doesn’t answer, sucking my clitoris as he stretches me with a third finger.
“Hans, please stop. I’m going to pee.”
Xander laughs above me. “Don’t worry, baby girl. Even if you piss, your pathetic brother will drink every drop. Don’t you get it, Maggie? This is who Hans is. For him, being used is the equivalent of being valued. This heals him.”
“Xander, I don’t want to pee. Please make him stop. Please.”
Xander chuckles. “Maggie, if you piss me off, I’ll pull my cock out of your worthless brother’s ass and force you to gag until I come or you barf all over my dick. Be a good girl. Shut your mouth and suck some dick.”
Xander’s harsh and humiliating words do something to me. Just as I’m turned on by taking charge with Hans, my body ignites when Xander uses brutal words. What does that make me? How can I want to be on top and at the bottom at the same time?
I shove Hans’ cock back into my mouth and silently pray that I don’t humiliate myself by peeing.
“That’s a good girl. Take that dick all the way to the back of your throat, baby girl. The further you force Hans’ cock, the better it feels for him. Good girls know how to suck dick, and you want to be a good girl for me, don’t you, Maggie?”
A muffled “Yes” escapes my lips as I lift my head, desperate to take more of Hans in my mouth.
I stare up at Xander, thrusting faster and faster into Hans. He has no sympathy as he rails Hans’ ass. Is it hurting my brother? How would Xander’s cock feel inside me?
I hear a primal grunt, and Xander pulls his condom-covered dick out of my brother just as Hans bites my clit. My legs shake, and a rush of fluid escapes my pussy.
“That’s it, baby. Cover his face with those juices,” Xander encourages.
The rush of sensation takes hold of me, and I dig my teeth into Hans’ dick, causing him to flood my mouth. I think it’s his sperm. The cum he spurted onto the floor earlier.
I remember one of the older women at The Convent talking about it when I was eighteen. That’s when they educated us about intercourse. They taught us about our sexual parts and how God would use us to bless our husbands. The older woman told us how her husband released fluid from his dick, and it wasn’t pee. This must be it. Hans’ sperm tastes sweet and salty. I’m having a hard time keeping it all in my mouth, but Xander told me to hold it, and I want to please him.
Xander rips the condom off his dick and holds the opening over my face. “Open wide for me, sweetheart.”
My lips part, and I expose my tongue, covered in Hans’ sperm.
“Good girl. You listen very well.” He tips the condom into my open mouth. “I’m gonna add another load, baby girl. Keep it all in that pretty little mouth. Say ahh.”
Xander’s sperm pours into my mouth. I think I’m going to cough and spill it all. The fear of disappointing Xander is all-consuming.
“Good girl, Maggie. You’re doing so well.”
Something in my chest blooms at Xander’s praise. It’s odd that words encouraging my debasement are comforting. Mouth wide open once he’s poured the liquid inside, I eagerly await further guidance.
“Lie on your back, fuck boy,” Xander instructs Hans. He glances at my feet before his gaze returns to mine. He brushes my hair from my face and smiles at me with so much emotion. “I want you to give those two hot loads back to your brother, baby girl.”
I close my lips, holding the liquid as I climb on top of Hans. His expression is satisfied, his eyes heavy-lidded. Hans’ lips part, and I slowly spit the cum and saliva into his mouth.
Xander stands over our heads, his hand moving up and down his cock. “Not like that, baby girl. Spit it on his face like he’s nothing but garbage.”
I’m confident my eyes are wide because this entire act is shocking. Yet even as the disdain for the situation floods my mind, my pussy gushes with excitement.
Gripping Hans’ chin, I stare into his eyes and spit the cum on his face.
Xander uses his bare foot to smear the liquid all over Hans’ face, creating a mask of body fluids. “When I tell you to lick up cum, slut, you do it. You know I always get what I want. Now, open that worthless mouth hole and clean my feet.”
Hans opens his mouth and licks Xander’s feet, focusing on his toes.
“Good boy. Next time, think long and hard before you tell me no.”