Chapter 26
Now, I wish I had drunk the damn wine. A lot of it.
While I don’t want to give anybody more of an excuse to use me, I also don’t want to be aware of what’s about to happen.
Now that I’m on my way down to the basement, with the three men following me, I wish more than anything I had a way of disconnecting from this.
But now, it’s all fresh, the fear and the disgust already fighting to see which one will win out. It might end in a tie.
What are they going to do to me this time? I shudder to think, but I’m sure they won’t keep me waiting long. Nix told me his father wouldn’t touch me. Is that true, or was it only something he told me to keep me in line? I guess I’ll find out soon enough.
Just like before, James takes a seat on the center sofa, the one facing the TV.
He makes no effort to pretend this is about something it isn’t—right away, he begins rubbing himself through his slacks while his sons take their seats.
I stand in the middle, the coffee table now pushed out of the way to make room.
James is staring at me, eyelids lowering as he slouches in his seat to make himself comfortable. “Take off your clothes. All the way down to your skin.”
Looking at either of the guys for help would be a wasted effort, so I don’t bother. As sick as this is, I go through the motions without asking questions or hesitating, wanting to get it over with.
“Somebody is in a hurry,” James observes, chuckling.
“She can’t wait to get some cock inside her, the little slut.
” My hands shake as I unbutton my blouse, but I manage to open it, then slide it over my shoulders and down my arms. I turn my back to him as I unhook my bra and let it fall at my feet.
Maybe if he sees my scar, he won’t want to go through with this. It’s my last hope.
He doesn’t react, at least not negatively.
“Bend at the waist,” he grunts when it comes time to take off my jeans.
“Let me see that ass. Go slow.” There are tears in my eyes, and my chin won’t stop quivering, but I do as he instructs.
His breathing has already taken on a rasping quality as he gets more excited.
When I bend to slide the jeans down around my ankles, he groans softly.
“Look at that ass. Begging to be fucked.” I close my eyes and bite back a whimper at the thought.
I’m so mortified, I almost forget about the tattoo.
James doesn’t say anything, which means he knew about it.
I store that information away for later.
A moment later, I’m completely naked, and I slowly turn around with my hands folded in front of my pussy.
“No. Hands at your sides. Don’t try to hide yourself from me.
” I look at the wall over James’s head rather than stare at his dick while he strokes it as he studies my body.
“That fresh pink pussy. Just dying to be filled. It’ll get filled tonight. ”
“Get on your knees in front of me,” Colt says, and already he’s pulling himself out of his pants. He’s hard, and I can’t understand how. It takes a certain kind of person to become aroused in a situation like this. A sick person.
But the sooner I do this, the sooner I get it over with. I lower myself to my knees between his spread thighs. At least my hands aren’t tied this time.
“Play with her tits,” James whispers, so Colt reaches out with both hands to cup them.
My nipples are already hardening, thanks to being out in the open air like this—and it’s humiliating, the way they harden further at his touch.
His warm palms rub over my skin, massaging and kneading while my arms hang awkwardly by my side.
I focus my gaze on a picture hanging on the wall. It’s some kind of movie poster from the fifties. At least, judging by the bright red convertible, that reminds me of the movie Grease. Maybe I can imagine sitting in that car somewhere at a beach far away from here.
“Look at him,” James orders, forcing me out of my fantasy. “Don’t be rude now. Give him the attention he deserves.”
Dragging my eyes from the poster, I meet Colt’s hooded gaze. He stares at me as if he is trying to be somewhere else too. For a fraction of a second, I feel this connection between us. As if we are not enemies but on the same side.
Then it’s gone.
“Now, you’re going to suck his cock just like you did before.
You treated it so well.” James’s voice has taken on almost a hazy sort of quality, like he’s already lost in the moment.
“Colt, she’s a little shy,” he muses. “You might have to ease her into it. Take her by the back of the head and rub it over her mouth.”
Colt does just that, taking a handful of my hair to hold my head in place before running the head of his dick over my mouth. I stare at his chest, unwilling to look him in the eye again.
“Lick it,” James grunts.
I extend my tongue. Colt groans softly, and something salty hits my taste buds. I do my best not to react like I noticed anything.
James grunts his approval. “Now, feed it to her. Make her take it all the way.” Colt lowers my head, guiding himself between my lips, pushing me down until my nose touches the hair along the base.
He surges in my mouth, crammed against the back of my throat, and I struggle to keep my throat relaxed so I don’t start gagging.
Too much food is in my stomach. It wouldn’t end well.
I’m not here. I’m far away. This isn’t happening.
I repeat it over and over in my mind, wishing that I could believe myself.
“Nix. Don’t just stand there. Get her pussy ready for you.” I tense up all over when I realize the plan. Nix is going to take me from behind while I suck Colt off. And all the while, their father is going to direct the action like his own live movie.
“Come on, Leni,” he murmurs in a tight voice. “Give me a little moan. Isn’t it good having all that cock in your mouth? Won’t it feel so much better when you have another one up your cunt?”
Colt’s hand tightens, tugging my hair, stirring me to react the way his father instructs. James’s dark chuckle turns my stomach.
“Nix, get her nice and wet.” I shudder in disgust when Nix’s hand cups my pussy, massaging it.
“Drag your cock up and down her slit. That’s right.
Tease her a little. Make sure she’s good and hungry for it.
” Hungry? I couldn’t be more disgusted. There’s no way I could get wet over this. Not with them. Not with him watching.
“Spread her cheeks. I want to see her asshole.” A tear rolls down my cheek while my head bobs up and down. Cool air touches my most intimate places, and I want to scream, but all I can do is take it. The humiliation.
“How does that feel?” James asks. “Knowing you have all these men looking at you, wanting you? Knowing you can get our dicks hard the way you do. I bet that’s the kind of thing that keeps you up at night, isn’t it?
Wondering how you can tease and tempt us.
Now you’ll have this to remember when you touch yourself.
Moan for me.” When I don’t do it right away, again, Colt tugs my hair.
I moan around his dick, and James groans like he’s pleased.
“Now, Nix. Fuck her good and hard.”
I barely have time to register the pressure at my entrance before Nix fills me all at once, not bothering to take it slow.
Just the way Daddy told him to. He pushes me forward before taking me by the hips to hold me in place.
I can barely keep track of what I’m supposed to do.
There’s so much happening, so many sensations, so many thoughts. So much screaming in my head.
“That’s right. Give it to her. Fuck that pussy.” To Colt, he says, “Get her hair out of the way. I want to see her face while she sucks you off.” Colt sweeps my hair away from my face like he’s told. “That’s right. Suck it good, baby.”
With one hand, Nix strokes my back, and I flinch when he runs his hand over my scar.
But that doesn’t seem to bother him. No, he’s fucking me at a strong, steady pace, breathing hard, balls slapping against me.
I don’t know why, but it loosens some of the tightness in my chest when he does that.
Like he isn’t disgusted by me, even if I’m disgusted by him.
“Grab her tits. That’s right, play with the nipples… pinch them,” James orders. I suck in a pained breath through my nose, but he only groans his approval. I hear him, his labored breathing, the thwap-thwap-thwap as he strokes faster, faster.
“Harder,” he tells Nix, who digs his fingers into my hips and begins pounding mercilessly. Now I can’t help but grunt every time he slams his body against mine, which seems to please all three of them. “Colt, fuck her face. Come down her throat before your brother fills her cunt.”
All I can do is hold on for dear life and hope he doesn’t try to smother me the way Nix did.
A quick glance up at him from beneath my lashes shows his eyes closed, his head thrown back as he thrusts upward in a quickening pace that soon dissolves into wild humping before he finally lets out a strangled groan and fills my mouth with his seed.
At the same time, James mutters, “Nix, turn to the side a little. I want to see you going in and out. Faster, faster. Make her ass jiggle.” Colt is still in my mouth, and I’m whimpering, gagging, tears flowing down my cheeks and soaking into his shorts, thanks to Nix’s merciless pounding.
I’ll be lucky if I’m able to walk by the time he’s finished, which is exactly the point, I’m sure.
They’re both panting, both eager to come, and I pray it happens soon.
“You ready to finish?” he asks Nix, who grunts his wordless response. “Do it inside her. Fill her up.”
No! I want to fight. I want to stop him, but there’s no stopping this.
It’s not going to end until James gets what he wants.
Nix’s thrusts turn into mindless rutting, his grunts and moans landing on my ears as painfully as every thrust from his dick.
He drives himself home one last time before a rush of warmth tells me he’s emptied his balls inside me.
He falls against me a little, breathing hard, moaning.
“Pull out, pull out,” James says breathlessly.
“I want to see. Let me see that cum… dripping out… running down…” He’s losing himself.
He’s almost there. All it takes is Nix’s softening dick falling out of me and the sight of the warm cum I feel dripping from my hole.
He gasps, the sound of skin on skin quickening until he groans, loud and deep. “Fuck, yes. Oh, yeah… fuck!”
Though he doesn’t make me watch as he comes, the sound of it is enough. His satisfaction. I hate knowing I’m the cause of it. I hate knowing he gets his way.
“Very nice,” he finally announces once he’s caught his breath.
I’m still on my hands and knees, with Colt zipping up in front of me, and Nix doing the same behind me.
Nobody has bothered to help me up or even acknowledge me at all.
I’m just a series of holes to fill now. I stay on my hands and knees, awaiting instruction.
Jesus, they’ve already broken me that much.
I’m afraid to make a move without being told to.
“This was fun.” From the corner of my eye, I see James standing. “Take her back to her room.” He won’t even acknowledge me directly. I might as well not be human.
I gather my things quickly, not bothering to put them back on.
What’s the point of modesty now? Colt waits until I pick up the last piece of clothing, then I follow him up the stairs.
I keep my head down, my eyes on the floor.
I just want to be alone. Soon, I’ll be in my room, and I’ll be alone.
It’s the only thing keeping me from falling apart.
And then what? I get to relive this all night? All the while anticipating what happens tomorrow? I can only believe it will get worse from here.
I doubt it will be enough, having his sons do this. Eventually, he’s going to want to do it himself. No matter what Nix says, no matter what James told them. Soon, it’s not going to be enough.
A single word from Colt might make it better, but he doesn’t speak. He doesn’t make a sound or crack a smile. He doesn't do anything besides opening my door and stepping aside so I can enter the room. I haven’t yet turned around before he’s closed it again, locking it as I expected.
Dropping my clothes, I make a beeline to the shower. There’s not enough hot water in the tank to make me feel clean. Nothing ever will again. But I might spend a while trying.