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 movieGrease. 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, thethwap-thwap-thwapas 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.