Chapter 33
He expects me to wear this? I’m not even sure if I can figure out how to put it on.
This so-called dress Nix dropped off in my room is so flimsy, it might as well not exist. “Trust me,” he muttered when all I could do was stare in a mixture of surprise and revulsion.
“Just wear it and don’t make a big deal over having to. It’ll all be over after tonight.”
Somehow, that doesn’t make me feel much better as I stand in front of my mirror, having worked out how things are supposed to go.
This isn’t a dress. More like a fetish outfit—if that’s what they’re called.
Tight and black and sheer and barely long enough to cover my pussy.
My nipples are tight points pushing the see-through fabric, and every time I move, the hem hitches up over my ass.
I pull it down a little, but that’s no use.
It will only creep up over my cheeks again.
The butt plug is still firmly in place, and I’ve started to adjust to it a little.
Not that I have any plans to make this a regular thing, but at least I’m not in pain.
I can almost imagine how the sensation would be pleasurable if it wasn’t for the circumstances, and once again, I have to mourn for something I’ve lost. I will never be able to wear one of these again without so many ugly memories bubbling to the surface.
The man has taken so much from me, things I didn’t even know existed until now.
How much more is he going to take before this is all over?
I shouldn’t let myself think like that, but I’m so tired, so sore and used. Heartsick. On top of that, there’s my whole hormonal situation. I’m already miserable, so this isn’t exactly helping.
Hanging out in my room isn’t doing anything to get this over with. I have to survive; that’s all I need to do. I have to get it over with. After tonight, it’s finished. I’ve gotten through everything else they’ve done to me. I can do this, too.
So even though I want more than anything to curl up in bed with a heating pad and a book, I step out into the hall, prepared to meet my fate.
Colt is waiting for me, leaning with his back against the wall across from my door. He can’t help but look me up and down. At least he keeps it brief and doesn’t make any comments. All he says is, “It’s going to be a little different tonight.”
“No kidding. I still have this thing up my ass.”
“That’s not what I mean.”
The way he says it makes the hair on the back of my neck stand up. “What’s happening?”
“Come on. You’ll see.” It doesn’t take long for me to figure out at least part of what he means since, instead of leading me downstairs, as usual, he heads down the hall.
My heart clenches when I realize what’s happening. Where we’re going. “No,” I whisper, grabbing him by the arm like that will do anything to slow him down. It doesn’t, of course. “In there?”
“Like I said. Tonight will be different.” Then he opens the door to the bedroom James shares with my mother. Nix is already waiting, as is his father, standing at the foot of the bed.
In here. In my mother’s bed. It’s enough to make my blood run cold.
James flashes a broad smile that widens with every step I take. “Good evening, Leni. Let’s see you do a little spin in that outfit. As soon as I saw it, I knew it was made for you.”
And here I am, trying to ignore the fact I’ve never felt less attractive in my whole life. The fact that I’m crampy and bloated isn’t helping things, either. Still, I know better than to hesitate, so I do a little spin with my arms held out to the sides.
“Very nice,” he declares. Already I can hear the change in his voice. How it’s gotten sort of breathy and raspy. All the blood’s leaving his brain and traveling south. He even runs a hand over his crotch, rubbing himself a little while he stares at me.
He then takes a step back from the bed and waves an arm like he’s directing me that way.
“I thought tonight we would keep things a bit more intimate,” he explains.
There’s a throb of eagerness in his voice, like a little boy who can’t wait to start having fun.
“Besides, we want you to be comfortable. I understand last night might have been a little rough on you, and I would like to make up for that.”
Yeah, right. Like I believe a word he’s saying. Especially when he uses that fake, sickeningly sweet tone, like all he cares about is doing right by me. He must think I’m really stupid. Either that or he gets off on being an absolute bastard. I wouldn’t doubt it, all things considered.
Not that I’m in any hurry to get on the bed, but I hesitate more than I normally would, biting my lip and glancing at James before looking away. “Do you know… I mean, did they tell you…”
He clears his throat. “Yes, I’ve been informed of your condition.
” And oh, does he sound grossed out. For once, I’m the one grossing him out.
What a change. “But don’t worry. We’ll keep that in mind.
Nobody will touch your pussy tonight.” The way he announces it, it’s like he’s also reminding his sons.
Like he’s being the generous, doting parent. Am I supposed to thank him?
With that, his expression hardens, and I know we’re about to begin. “Now get on the bed. On all fours.”
So this is it. I just have to get through it, that’s all.
And once it’s over, it’s over. That’s all that keeps me going as I climb onto the king-size bed where my mother sleeps, where I’m sure she’s had sex with this man and will again.
And all the while, he’ll know he made his sons take her daughter’s ass in this same bed.
I wonder if he’ll think about it while they’re fucking.
What is wrong with me? Why am I even entertaining these thoughts? I guess it’s because they’re easier to think about than the reality of what’s happening to me and what’s about to happen.
“Colt, you can go first. Remember what we talked about. Take her hard. Make it count.” James lowers his zipper as he speaks, taking himself in one hand and beginning to stroke.
Colt makes the briefest eye contact with me before taking off his clothes. I don’t know if the lube was his idea or his father’s—I’m guessing his or Nix’s, definitely not James’s. James would never put any thought into my comfort or protection.
He squirts a little onto his palm and uses it to stroke himself, to make himself hard, while he climbs onto the bed and positions himself behind me.
I’m shaking, already fighting off panic-induced nausea that would be bad enough if I wasn’t already feeling so ill, thanks to my period.
I should have taken another pill, but I didn’t want to run the risk of taking too many in too short a timeframe.
It isn’t like before, earlier this afternoon.
Instead of talking me through it, reminding me to relax and breathe, Colt merely takes the base of the plug and yanks it out.
I gasp, stiffening, and James merely laughs as he slowly walks around the bed.
“You think that was something? Wait until you take two cocks up that ass tonight. Go ahead, Colt. Make her feel it. I want her to gasp again.”
It’s like he hates me. Like he genuinely hates me and wants me to suffer. Why else would he sound so gleeful when he gives instructions like that? Why would he be so damn determined to humiliate me, hurt me, break me?
I barely have time to form those questions in my head before Colt enters my gaping ass. Yes, he is much bigger than that plug, and I can’t imagine the pain that would have come from him forcing himself inside before I was ready. I’m hardly ready now, even with the lube he so generously applied.
“That’s right,” James calls out over my pitiful whimpers. “Tear that ass up.”
He doesn’t exactly do that, but he isn’t exactly gentle, either.
He takes me by the hips and pulls me close, lining us up better before pulling back, then plunging in again.
It’s the strangest feeling. My body keeps telling me I have to go to the bathroom, but that’s not the case.
I don’t know what to think or feel besides humiliation and outrage.
Just get through it. Just hold on, get through it, and it’s over.
“How’s that feel, son?” James asks Colt as our bodies bang together, and I have to grit my teeth against a pained cry every time he drives himself home. “Is that ass as tight as I think it is?”
“Yeah,” Colt grunts. No matter what he’s thinking about this, his body is another story. His body is loving it, his dick plunging in and out so hard his breathing is getting faster. “Really tight.”
“Nothing like a virgin ass,” James says with a sigh like it makes him happy to think about it. “Let your brother get in there and enjoy it before you stretch it out too much.”
At least it gives me a moment to catch my breath. I touch my forehead to the mattress and tell myself to ignore the cramps threatening to make me even more miserable than I already am.
Nix is already hard, prepared, and he wastes no time working his way inside me. His satisfied little grunt makes James laugh and stroke himself faster. “Now fuck her. Fuck her good and hard. Fuck her until she passes out.”
My head tells me he can’t mean that, but deep inside, I know he does. I need to stop thinking of him as a normal human being. Nothing about him is normal. He wants me to hurt.
And I am hurting. My ass is raw, and my stomach is in knots.
I didn’t realize until now how gentle Colt was trying to be.
Now that I’m under Nix’s control, and he slams into me for all he’s worth, I really wish Colt would come back.
I can’t hold back the tears of pain, and soon the pain comes out in the form of wracking sobs.
The last thing I want is for them to see me break down, but this is too much. It’s all too much.
“Not quite enough,” James announces. He’s breathing hard like he just sprinted, coming to a stop at my side, so he can see Nix pumping in and out. “She needs to scream. Make her scream.”
“Please!” I wail, my pride forgotten in the face of the pain while Nix only pounds me harder and faster. “Please!”
“Please, what?” James taunts. “Please, fuck your ass harder? Nix, I think she wants you to do it harder. Give the slut what she’s begging for.”
“No!” I sob. My hands are twisted in the blankets, tears dripping from my face and soaking in. “No, please stop!”
“Who the hell said you get to decide that?” As I continue sobbing, he shouts, “Harder! Show her what happens when she tries to call the shots.”
Nix is panting now, his body getting slick with perspiration. I feel it on my ass and the backs of my thighs every time we slam together.
“Tell him to fuck your ass,” James grunts, standing close to me. “Do it. Say please, fuck my ass.”
“Please…” Just one more night. One more night, and it’s over.
“Please, what?”
I don’t want to, but I have to. I have to do it, or else they could seriously hurt me. It’s that fear that makes me do it. “Please, fuck my ass!” I shout. I barely recognize my own voice. I sound like some broken animal howling while James laughs.
“I don’t think I heard you. Say it again. Louder this time.”
A roar bursts out of me, and all the pain, humiliation, and shame come with it. I’ll do anything, say anything to make it stop. “Please, fuck my ass! Fuck my ass! Fuck my ass!” I scream it until my throat is raw and maybe bleeding. Until I lose my breath and my voice breaks.
But that’s nothing compared to the other scream that fills the room.
The scream coming from the doorway.
I open my eyes and look up to find my mother’s horror-filled face.