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.