Chapter Seven
Overwhelmed by the sheer force of the three simultaneous blasts, the foursome collapsed together in a huddle of sweaty bodies and tangled limbs. Panting hard as the afterglows burned through them, it was a full two minutes before any of them could muster the will to move, and then it was only to shakily stagger to their feet, withdrawing their softening shafts from her body and leaving the beauty huddled in a ball on the bedroom floor.
“Wo-wow… that… that was bloody brilliant…” panted Sean, his chest heaving and face suddenly as red as the hair covering his body, as he stumbled almost drunkenly about trying to pull his trousers over his legs. His companions each made similar remarks and comments of agreement, yet Mina was in no state to take note and only half watched them out of the corner of one eye while hugging her knees to her chin, trying to ignore the dull fire burning down between her thighs.
“Grr… there! You’ve got what you wanted!” Mark growled angrily, the low and deadly tone of his voice causing Mina to twist dazedly around to discover her stepbrother seething on his bed, his naked body almost shaking with inexpressible anger as he clutched the rumpled sheets with a bone-white grip. Beside him, Daniel sat poised, thin lips drawn tight and his handsome face overshadowed by a stern, emotionless mask, concealing his emotions. His muscles were tensed, a low tremor only just visible as it ran through him. He was prepared to spring at the slightest provocation. “Now destroy those fucking videos!”
Pulling his last article of clothing over his head, Sean appeared unmoved by the veiled threat and smirked broadly before reaching into his jean pocket and retrieved his phone. Unlocking the screen, he flicked through a few options before his eyes suddenly widened in a look of mock surprise that sent a surge of dread rushing down to the pit of Mina’s stomach.
“Oh, I’m so sorry, we deleted those recordings ages ago. While you were watching Danny there fucking your sister, as it happens.” His grin broadened and he turned the smartphone around to show them its empty gallery. “Didn’t I mention it? Well, no harm done.” He shrugged his shoulders offhandedly before turning his eyes down towards Mina, the cruel amusement reflected back at her making his irises gleam like quicksilver. “And after watching how wantonly she begged for both your cocks, we knew a slut like her wouldn’t refuse us… if given the right incentive.”
His words cut so deeply, Mina suddenly felt as if she’d been pitched through a sheet of thick ice and was plunging through the black frigid waters of a bottomless sea of self-loathing, the weight of her own disgust crushing down on her.
“You bastards!” Mark roared, but before either he or Daniel could rise, the group retreated, throwing open the bedroom door and slipping out in an instant, flooding the room with the sounds from the party stilling raging below, the inhabitants somehow gleefully oblivious to the activities having taken place above their heads. And as the door closed in her abusers’ wake, muffling the uproar once more, Mina had never felt so desolate, so hopeless, so… lost.
Am I a slut?
The question rang hollow in her ears, a mocking whisper, taunting her as, in the back of her consciousness, she became aware of a warm, thick substance leaking from her pussy and rolling down her thighs.
Am I a slut?
She was not innocent, nor delusional enough to try to think of herself as one. She enjoyed sex. Even in her early teens, she had considered herself a sexual creature and had taken every opportunity to explore her sexuality. Yet never had she experienced anything like she had tonight, nor endured such a barrage of conflicting, thrilling sensations.
Am I a fucking slut?
She could say she’d had no choice, that she was doing it to save her career, or that it had been the only way she could protect Mark and save her family. Yet she could not lie to herself, and deep down she’d known, and she’d always know, that she’d liked it. She’d wanted it all. Everything, from the moment she’d stepped into the room to catch her stepbrother masturbating, and even getting gangbanged had played to her darker fantasies.
It was all so strange, so dirty. Although the merest thought of Sean and his cronies pawing at her body like ravenous hyenas devouring a baby antelope alive, made her skin crawl. The feeling of holding them all inside her, of being stretched and brutalised and dominated completely, was all at once so intense and yet woefully inadequate she had been brought to the brink of insanity. Even now, when the storm had passed, she could still feel the itch buzzing in her core, the liquid heat pulsing between her thighs, and she longed to suffer that maddening intensity once more, if only their clumsy stabbing had begun and released that slow burning ember deep inside her…
The soft, rhythmic thumping of feet walking across the floor broke her thoughts. Twisting towards the source of the commotion, the reverberations travelled through the carpet to echo in her ears, and she was slightly taken aback to discover Daniel and Mark standing over her, one broad and gloriously muscular, the other lean and spindly, both naked and hard as steel.
Oh, my God!