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Jett
My Lovely Lina lookslike a fucking Goddess, naked and on her knees before us. The only thing ruining the moment are the bandages covering her wounds. The three of us have already talked about it and will be paying to have theWhore of Sinremoved. As for the rest, it's yet to be decided. We like what it says but hate how it was put there, so we will discuss it further with Lina.
“Get up, Lina,” I tell her as I rest back on the loveseat I've taken over.
She only glares at me, challenging me. I set aside the letter that I'm holding in my hand and stand. Slowly, I walk over to where she kneels on the floor and gently caress her cheek. My thumb grazes her bottom lip softly before I move my hand to the back of her head and grab hold of her hair. I don't yank on it, not yet anyway.
“Is this what you really want, Lovely? To kneel before us whenever you are in the same room as us? That can be arranged, but we decide when you are to kneel.” I let my eyes wander down to her bare chest and lick my lips, “Now is not the time to kneel before us because when we have you kneel, you will know that we are about to use that filthy mouth of yours, and then some.”
“Oh, her mouth works perfectly fine,” Fynn chuckles, “Go ahead and test it out.” I cock my brow at my friend in askance, and he shrugs, “She was a slut for my cock in the wee morning hours. Little Saint devoured my cock like it was her last meal, didn't you?”
A whimper comes from our girl, but I don't know if it's from my friend's words or the fact that my hand has tightened in her hair, “As much as I would love to watch you choke on my cock right now, we have work to do.” I pull up on her hair, so she stands up, and I grip her jaw firmly, “Put your clothes back on and join me on the loveseat if you want to participate in what we are doing.” Her eyes light up, and I can't help but lower my lips to hers.
She opens her mouth willingly, and what I had planned to be a simple kiss turns into a heated make-out session. Her hands come up and fist my shirt as our tongues dance together. Finally, once my dick is harder than a fucking rock, I pull free and stare into her lust-filled eyes.
“Be a good girl and get dressed,” I let her hair go abruptly and sit back down as I watch her pick up her clothing and get dressed.
“I'd rather watch her walk around naked...” Fynn grins.
Oakley is sitting back, just watching the whole interaction. His jaw is tight, and I know that, more than anything, he wants his Kitty Cat. We are all in the same boat, wanting something more than anything but not being able to have it, at least not until she is healed. Yeah, Lina can suck us off, but that is never enough with her. We need to be inside her in order to feel truly satisfied.
“Can we stop fucking around, now?” Oakley asks and then turns to Lina, “This was a bold step, coming in here like you did. A Lady needs to command the room when she enters it, and you definitely did Kitty Cat. You don't need us to teach you how to be our Lady because you are learning quickly all on your own.”
Lina smiles smugly, but before she can get too cocky, I feel I need to remind her of one thing, “Even though we are proud of you for coming in here the way you did, in the future, if you come in like that and talk to us that way again, you will be punished. Always show your Lords respect, Lovely. Trust me, you will always be rewarded for doing so.” I wink at her, then hold my arm out for her to join me as soon as she's dressed.
“So these are all thesecrets of the past Lords?” Lina asks astonishingly, “Should I be looking at them since I'm not a Lord?”
The fact that she even asks this question tells me just how much she's learned so far, and I smirk, “Probably not, but we won't tell if you don't tell,” I say and kiss her shoulder.
She still sits on my lap as we read through the letters and look at the pictures. We laugh at the funny ones, and she tears up at some of the sad ones, but I straighten up when I come to one that is a bit suspicious. A Polaroid picture is hidden inside the letter.
“What the fuck is this? I may have found something, guys.” I skim the contents of the letter and then examine the photo.
The woman in it is a dark-haired beauty with a bit of familiarity. If it wasn't for the gag over her mouth and the red, swollen eyes from crying, we might be able to figure out who she was. It's a close-up, showing off her breasts as well. Her arms are out to the sides, and what looks like part of a hand is wrapped around one of her upper arms, and another grips her neck.
“Jesus, is this what I think it is?” I pass the Polaroid to Oakley as I begin to read the letter.
It wasn't supposed to happen that way. No crime was supposed to be committed during our initiation last year...it's in the rules. The Lords were not ones for following rules, though. Not the last ones, anyway. We all took oaths beforehand, making it hard to be able to say anything to anyone. If the four of us were to be the next Lords of Sin, we had to partake in the initiation.
We were told she was a willing participant, playing the role of a victim. I was the luckier one that night, being instructed to record the initiation and take photos. My three best friends were made to partake in it physically.
We knew the Saint very well since she came over often with the other Saints. She wasn't like the others, though. She was indeed a Saint among Saints. That's why it was hard to believe when we were told she was willing. You never question the Lords of Sin, though.
From the start, I knew it was wrong, and I did nothing to stop it, so I am just as guilty as the rest. I thought I was going to be sick that night; just writing this letter is causing my stomach to churn. The things that took place in the basement last year should never have happened, but they did, and now we all must live with it, especially after today's news.
The senior Saint brought to the basement by her friend that fateful night a year ago has taken her own life. I always wondered what happened to her after graduation; she seemed to have disappeared. But then again, wouldn't you if you were held down and gang raped by the Lords of Sin? Nothing about it was consensual; the fear in her eyes told me as much.
I will live with this sin for the rest of my life because, as a Lord myself now, I am bound to the rules of the Lords. All secrets must remain just that, secret.
God forgive us...
D.S.
“Is that my father's letter?” Lina asks as she takes the paper from my hands and skims it once again.
“Yeah, I think so,” I tell her as I glance at Oak and Fynn to see their reactions.
“My father partook in a rape?” My Lovely Lina's voice is just above a whisper.
