His scream is music to my ears. He had slipped his hands in my hair, forgetting my mouth was open because I allowed it. I kept my mouth clamped down, wanting to cause him even a fraction of the pain they’ve caused me.
“Fuck,” he screams. He begins to slap my face. “Let go,” he demands as he tries to release my mouth from his hard cock.
“Feisty, Little Warrior,” the man behind me growls. He slips out of my ass and plunges back in. It’s enough to make my mouth pop open in pain. The man in my mouth pulls his cock out and comes all over my face.
“Little bitch. You enjoy making me bleed?”
Slap.
Slap.
Slap.
Tears roll down my hot, battered cheeks. He picks up an item I’ve never seen before. It has a large red ball and straps. He wastes no time before shoving the ball into my mouth. The thing stretches my mouth beyond any limits I’ve ever felt before.
“She’s taking all of me in that tight ass,” the man grunts. I hate the way they’re talking about me. And the feeling inside of me feels odd. Unexplainable. Before I can contemplate why the feeling is happening, both men come inside of me. They grunt and hold their cocks inside me while they spasm. I take every drop of cum deep inside of me.
They pull out and turn me on my back. “Damn, she looks pregnant,” Kronos chuckles. I allow my eyes to roam over the men. Their cocks are wet, dripping from their tips and onto the floor. They look angry in a way. Then again, it’s my first time to ever see a cock in real life.
“I just came and I’m ready to go again.” I look at the one stroking his cock.
“God that ass felt great. Hell, now all I need is that sexy, feisty mouth.”
Kronos plugs in his phone and puts the video of them taking my virginity up on a screen I hadn’t seen before. “We keep her. She will be our pet. And cum dump. Pregnant.”
He stops talking and I look at him. He just smirks. “That’s right little rabbit, this is your life now. Our little whore.” He seems to cum at that thought and another spray of wetness hits my body.
“Heirs. She will give us heirs,” one says as another splash hits my face. The other two agree. They walk away from me, and I hear the locks engage. They’ve left me tied by my arms to the bench. I’m not moving anywhere.
Two weeks.I’ve been watching the Power’s Estate the entire time they’ve had her. There is no sign of them leaving the house. They have their claws inmyCharlotte. My basement, where I laid out all my plans to take the stepbrothers out, now has their names carved into the walls. But that’s not all. No. I stole one of their whores from one of the whorehouses they have.
Am I ashamed that I’ve had the woman for four days and I’ve carved my name into her? No. No I’m not. I carved my name along her ass. Then I took a soddening iron and burnt the whore’s breasts with my name in them. They’ll know exactly who took their fucking whore. And they’ll know exactly what I’ll do to them—once I get a hold of the rat bastards.
I killed the woman after day three. Her whimpering pathetic pleas were getting on my damn nerves. I do, however, have a key to their whorehouse on Lamar Street. And every code to their offices. I know I’d picked the right girl to torture. Ah, the plan was simple. Place the bomb in the basement. After a certain amount of time, blow the son of a bitch up.
After I drop the girl in a box marked for delivery to the Powers boys’ home, I smile and drive to the whorehouse. The rotten flesh will be horrendous to smell. Maggots will be crawling all over the girl by the time they get her. I chuckle, thinking how lovely it will be to see their faces. I have it on good authority that Ayres, in particular, liked this woman.
“Too bad boys.” I drive in silence as I go over my plan to demolish their empire…one building at a time. The house shares a block with buildings that the Power’s own, so when this thing explodes, it’ll have a major effect.
Getting into the building is quite simple.Toosimple. I show them the card that allows me entry and then I get the girl I want. I grin as she takes me to her room. I have to admit, they do have premium pussy at this establishment. There are no insignificant whores here. Each one looks better than the previous girl. Shame they’ll all die tonight.
The woman I chose is undressing when I shoot her in the head. Her mouth is open in shock as she crumples to the floor. Good thing about this place, each room is soundproof. Stupid to have that when anyone could come in and tear the place down. Or maybe it’s just arrogance. Doesn’t matter. I make my way down to the basement of the house and plant my bomb.
Leaving through the back door, I walk the four blocks to my vehicle. I look at my tablet and notice that tonight, all the rooms are full, plus there’s women on the floor, giving lap dances. It’s a busy Friday night, maximum exposure. I set the time on my cell phone as I drive off.
Once I’m a safe distance away, I call the number on the cellphone attached to the bomb.Boom.The building crumbles at the touch of my finger. Even this far away, the earth shakes underneath me. And yet, all I can do is laugh. The way I see it, the less operations these motherfuckers have, the better. I call the explosion in and that’s all I plan on doing.
Driving back home, I have to think that my sweet bird is still alive. That they haven’t hurt her beyond repair. My hands hold the steering wheel tighter. If one piece of hair is out of place, I’ll burn their entire worlds down. They’ll have nothing left. I’ll see to it. The feeling of vengeance covered in hate drives me to put my next action into place. I have to get my girl back. Because if I don’t, no one is safe.
We’ve hadthe girl in the torture room for two weeks. She has refused to talk. Her only time to say anything is when she wants to use the restroom. Kronos and Ayres have not been down here since day nine. But I keep coming down, nonetheless. I know I can get the girl to talk. Today I’ve brought down hot water, soap, and strawberries. I’ll figure out the way to get her to open up, one way or another.
Today she is in the corner, tied to the wall. Just where I left her yesterday. Her body is shaking, her little sleepy whimpers tell me she is dreaming. I don’t feel remorse for taking her. And I don’t feel guilty for the things we’ve done to her.
“Calm down,” I bellow, and her eyes open, settling on me. She stops trying to move and stares at me, hatred in her eyes. Oh God, she’s so beautiful. That hate and fear mingles together to form something otherworldly.
“I’ve brought you a warm bath. If you are a good girl, I will let you wash yourself.” I take out the gag and she snarls. Her demeanor is so damn feral. So hot. My cock is already rock hard.
“Go to hell,” she whispers. I laugh.
