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The older brother grins. "You know us so well, poppet. You're right, of course. Your ass would still be leaking my cum even if you weren't feeling better. Sorry, but when my cock wants in a warm cunt, he gets into a warm cunt."
All this talk about fucking, and I'm starting to worry that these brothers have something up their sleeves. I'm usually never wrong when I get this feeling; this time isn't different. The brothers start groping me right here in front of a guy who has one foot in his grave. I'm not doing this…no fucking way.
"I think we can let poppet off the hook in killing our cousin herself if she lets us take her in front of him. Show him exactly who she belongs to before we end him," Luca states.
"That sounds like a good idea, brother. What do you say, poppet?" Dante asks me, but I slip out from between the two brothers instead.
Taking a deep breath, I get control of myself.I can do this. He was going to fuck me and then kill me, most likely, or kill me, then fuck me, the sick bastard that he was.Without thinking any more about it. I slip Luca's gun out from the waist of his pants and walk over to the hanging man. Pressing the weapon against the center of his chest, I close my eyes and pull the trigger. I'd rather kill this man before they both fucked me in front of him.
I hand Luca back his gun as I walk by them. I could have killed them both had I been a good shot, but I wasn't going to take the chance. "I'll still let you fuck me, but I prefer to have our little fuck fests in a comfortable bed." I walk to the cage door and then turn and look at both Luca and Dante who are standing there, stunned. "Get this mess cleaned up and then you can come fuck your cunt."
I leave them with their mouths hanging open. Walking through the dark basement, I keep my hands from trembling and the contents of my stomach down. I make it all the way to the bathroom in my room before dropping to my knees and emptying my stomach. The only thing running through my head is that I just killed a man. It doesn't matter if they come to my room and have their way with me. None of that matters. What matters is that I just became a murderer.
Forty-Five
"If you want to survive your new owner, you must know how to please them!" I say sternly, slamming my hand down on the table as I stare at the three women kneeling on the floor before me. "They are going to be very demanding. They will have you doing things that you have never even heard of…but you are strong women, and youcan do this. You can't give up on yourselves because, in the end, only by giving yourself over to them will you find not just your own pleasure, but satisfaction knowing that you have pleased them. Pleasing your master should be your ultimate goal."
I hate that I'm having to say these things to these women who are scared out of their minds, not knowing what's going on. I wish I could tell them everything will be okay, but I can't. All I can do is prepare them the best I can and teach them to survive. I must choose my words wisely, though. The brothers are always watching my training sessions, and I can't let anything slip that may raise a red flag.
"I was in your place not too long ago. I feared the unknown. Scared of what my masters would do to me. I learned quickly that to survive and find solace in my new role in life, I had to give myself over to them. Let them do as they wished, and in return, they give me the greatest pleasure I've ever known." It's not a total lie. My greatest pleasure came from being in Beau's arms, but theirs is next in line, the pleasure, not the men.
Moving around the table, I stand before them, two blondes and a brunette. The young girl has already been shipped to her new home where she will serve her master as a maid until she turns eighteen, but I've already decided that she will be the first one I save when I get out of here. The two blondes kneeling had just arrived yesterday, so I told Dante I was ready to start training again.
It's been three days since I killed Antonio, and I almost let the knowledge of it bring me under, but I pulled myself out of it, more determined than ever to get the hell out of here. Only two more days, and I'm supposed to be ready for shit to hit the fan. I needed access to the cages daily to retrieve the flash drive.
Sergio has been away on business since the day I came out of my room after the attack. I had overheard Dante and Luca talking about how Sergio was livid that they coerced me into taking their cousin's life and that they needed to have a family meeting about my position within the D'Angelo stronghold. I'm not sure what it all means, but I have to put on the best performance possible. I can't let anything screw up my being able to go to my mom when the time comes. I will do what needs to be done to save myself. Only by saving myself will I be able to save the others.
"So." I say as I tower over the three women, "You now have a choice about whether you want to survive and make the best of what you are given, or you can fight a losing battle where, in the end, the battle isn't all that you lose. I'm here to help with the former choice, and I expect obedience and respect if this is your chosen path."
All three women straighten their spines and look me dead in the eyes; determination burned into their faces. I try not to let my eyes light up in excitement as I nod at them. "Good. You have all chosen well. Now, eyes on the floor, spread those legs, and place your hands on your thighs, palms facing up. This is the Nadu pose; you will remember it because it is the pose that most of your masters will want you to greet them in. You will learn other poses as well. Some masters prefer more humiliating poses, but they will inform you which one they prefer. Your job is to know it and pose without being told a second time."
"How about you show them the pose your master prefers." The voice from the doorway has me spinning to see Sergio leaning against the frame with the smile I've come to adore on his face only because he seldom smiles.
I'm about to smile when his words register, and I stop. My hands go to the hem of the dress I'm wearing, and I pull it up and over my head. Without missing a beat, I drop to my knees and place my forehead on the floor, my arms stretched out over my head. My ass and pussy are presented to him.
"This is the Humble pose," he explains to the women as his voice comes closer, and I hear his footsteps as he walks over to me. "I like my poppet in this pose, usually on the bed, so I have easy access to what is mine."
He runs the toe of his dress shoe up and down my slit and chuckles. The sound of his belt buckle jingling and then his zipper being pulled down has my heart racing. He's going to fuck me right here, in front of the women. I've become accustomed to this kind of treatment since Dante took me in front of fourteen that day. They don't fuck me in front of the male prisoners, but the women get a show quite often.
Sergio has me so turned on right now. He touches me here and there as he explains things to the other women, using me as show and tell. It's humiliating and degrading, and yet, I'm throbbing and needing him to fuck me soon. My ass moves back and forth slightly whenever he touches my pussy, telling him to take it.
Sergio chuckles. "Do you see how much of a little slut she turns into at a simple touch? You will be doing that for your masters as well," he says to the women as I feel him move in behind me. "Because she was such a good girl, I will reward her by allowing her to have my cock, but she still must earn her orgasm."
I whine when he says those words, but I know he will let me come eventually. He loves having me soak his cock as I do. Suddenly, he's slamming into me hard. This isn't what I expected, but I guess he's taken over the training session. He's showing the others different ways to expect their master to take them. When he inserts a finger into my ass, I cry out from the lubeless intrusion.
"Shh, be a good girl and take it, poppet. Show them how much you love having your ass fucked." He pulls his finger out and gathers some of my arousal before inserting it again, and this time I moan. "See, such a good little whore for me, aren't you?"
I meet him thrust for thrust, my climax building higher and higher. Sergio's grunts sound through the room as he fucks me harder and faster. His free hand grips my hip as he pulls me back, impaling me repeatedly.
"Don't you dare fucking come, poppet," he says through clenched teeth, and when he slams into me one last time, I feel him release his load. "Fuck yes…take it all like the good little slut you are." He pulls back and slams into me again as he continues to empty himself.
When he's done, he pulls out and spreads me wide open. "Do you see how full she is, and she didn't come. That's what your masters will expect." Sergio slaps my ass. "You're done for today, poppet. Send them back and meet me in my room just as you are. I'm not finished with you yet."
I whimper with need as he moves away from me, and when I hear the door close, I put my mistress face back on and stand to face the other three women. "That is how you please your master and live to see another day."
I hold my dress up in front of me as I walk them to their cage. The guards in the hall may see my bare ass, but I'll be damned if they see anything else if I can help it. It isn't until I get to Sergio's door that I uncover myself and walk in. His bathroom door is cracked open, and I hear the shower running. There are so many ways that I can end his life right now, but I don't. I'll keep biding my time until we go back to Huntley Manor. In the meantime, I will enjoy every minute with this brother because even though he is my enemy, he pleases me and treats me well for the most part.
It will be hard to see him go, but the D'Angelo brothers were never meant to stay in my life. They taught me many things and gave me new experiences, but they also showed me a side of them that I can never approve of or want to be a part of. Trafficking, drug dealing, and killing needlessly is not something I want to be a part of, yet here I am. Not for long, though. Soon, they will see just how much they have changed me and instilled in me, but none of what I do is for enjoyment or to earn a buck. Survival is my only reason for doing the things I've done.
