by Chloe Saint
“Here,” he said, and nudged the seam of my mouth with his finger, wet and shiny from my slick. “Taste yourself.”
I took his finger into my mouth, sucking and licking the juices. There was still a part of me that was looking on in horror at how I was debasing myself, but another that just wanted the intoxication that came with Derrick’s--Daddy’s touch.
I was drunk on it, and pliant like a rabbit held between the jaws of a wolf.
When he unzipped his jeans, I started, and stared down at the sight of his cock. It was an angry red, veined and throbbing with obvious need. Most importantly, it was huge.
A whimper escaped me before I could clamp down on it, and when he smiled it had a knowing edge.
“Don’t worry, Belle,” he said, taking his hard length in his palm, “You’ll take me sweetly into your virgin cunt, I promise you that.”
“No,” I said softly, and tore my gaze away from his prick, which was pearling up at the head, white and gleaming. I had the oddest response to it--my mouth began salivating, and I thought about how it would feel in my mouth, having his huge fat length in me, thrusting into me until I gagged, a hot and heavy weight…
“I see your desire, my sweet,” he said approvingly. “No, don’t turn away. I enjoy seeing your confusion. You’re so wet for me, and you’re gagging for my cock. There’s no shame in it.”
“But you’re so...big,” I said, eyes wide. “I’ll never be able to…”
“Are you scared?” he asked, and pumped himself, eyes fixed on me as I swallowed and nodded unsurely.
“Don’t be,” he said, and positioned himself at my entrance.
I swallowed and scrabbled at his shoulders, no doubt leaving long red lines of desperation there as he pushed into me, blunt and thick. I heard a choked-off gasp as he pushed through a barrier inside me, and realized that it was from me. Something ripped in me, and then he was able to push himself in without any more resistance.
After the initial bloom of pain, it started to feel good, I realized with surprise and horror. Derrick was being careful about pumping in and out of me, but the rough drag of his length in me was enough to bring on that pulse of need and pleasure that made me lose my mind.
“Please,” I gasped into his neck as he took his time, thrusting in and out with obscenely languid, slapping sounds of skin against skin. “Please Daddy, make me feel good.”
“I’ll make you feel so good baby girl,” he said with an edge of something in his voice that was oddly like tenderness. I felt it building up in me, quick and hot like wildfire. This was my first time, and I knew I wouldn’t last long. It was too much, too fast.
Every nerve ending in my body was screaming for release. I looked down at the spot where Derrick’s huge, thick length disappeared into my nest of curls and felt light-headed. I was being fucked by a man, I thought with some disbelief.
His face was buried in my breasts, and he was teasing my nipples with sucks and licks. I didn’t realize I was so sensitive there, and I arched into that feeling of electricity sizzling through me with every suck. It was too good, too much and too shameful to enjoy.
I was dirty, I chanted to myself, I was dirty and twisted for liking this.
“Come for me, Belle,” Derrick growled, thrusting a finger alongside his dick into my hole, and I did. My body spasmed and I saw stars for a moment. When I came back to myself, I found Derrick still grunting and thrusting in me.
“Give us a squeeze, love,” he said. I squeezed my thighs experimentally, and that was enough to make him come, spilling his hot, thick seed in me. I lay unresisting as he took me in his arms and put me into a bed in a different room, whispering sweet nonsense in my ear.
As I listened to him tell me what a good girl I was, and what a good broodmare I would be for their babies, I felt soothed and calm and somehow fell asleep.
Chapter 3
When I woke up the next morning, I groaned at how sore I was. Derrick had carried me to the princess bedroom, I remembered, although I’d been too wrung out and sated to thank him. My pussy throbbed, and when I squeezed my legs together I could feel the soreness from taking in Derrick’s huge cock as it pounded into me, ripping through my barrier like it was tissue.
I flushed as the image of him ran through my mind, looking fondly at me as he used with my pussy, playing my body like a fiddle. I’d responded to all of it as though I wanted it...and yet, he’d forced himself on me. Hadn’t he? He forced me to strip, spanked me ruthlessly and then made me come multiple times.
So why did I feel so relaxed?
I smelled the warm, delicious scent of food being cooked, and my stomach growled right on cue. The clock on the nightstand next to me said 07:27 in accusing red numbers. I put my hand on it and stared at the ceiling.
I’d slept for eighteen hours. What was wrong with me? I’d never been allowed to sleep for more than six hours at a stretch back home. Daddy had always been a light sleeper, and he wanted a hot breakfast waiting for him after his run, and that duty had always fallen on me.
I couldn’t face those brutes again, I insisted to myself. After how Derrick had violated me yesterday, I’d never be able to be around them again.
But...I was so hungry.
Maybe I could steal some food, wrap it in a tissue and bring it back to this room, I thought quickly.
Speaking of wrapping things...it looked like my nightgown hadn’t made it back. I must have left it in Derrick’s room. I was currently very naked, and it certainly wasn’t the state I wanted to be seen in.
I wasn’t going to subject myself to Killian’s leers or greedy stares of arousal from the other men. They made it clear that they had...carnal thoughts about me, and I didn’t want to encourage that.
I wrapped a bedsheet around myself like a toga, but when I looked at myself in the mirror that hung over the dresser table, I was aware that the thin bedsheet clung to ever curve. My nipples poked out clearly, and when I moved it hugged the outline of my mound.
But it would have to do.
I heard low murmurs as I went down the stairs. I didn’t bother trying for stealth this time, but they didn’t stop their chatter.
“She needs to be trained,” I heard Gunner saying in his characteristically flat voice. “Yesterday needs to become the baseline.”
“She did well,” I heard Derrick say, and swelled with pride before catching myself.
They must have been talking about my ‘performance’ yesterday, when Derrick forced me to do those depraved things...but they sounded like they planned on continuing to use me for their pleasure. My dismay mounted. I wasn’t going to be their plaything, no matter what they thought!
And yet, the darkest corner of my mind wondered what it would be like to have all of them at once, filling all my holes, bruising me with their strength and pinning me down like a trapped animal…
I pushed it away sternly. I couldn’t let them brainwash me.
I walked into the kitchen, the bedsheet rustling in announcement of my presence.
At once, their chatter stopped.
“Sleep well?” Killian asked, and winked at me. I flushed.
“Fine, thanks,” I said coolly, and sat at the table.
“I’d like to fuck the defiance out of you,” Killian said dreamily, “Spear you on my cock and have you screaming my name till you were hoarse.”
“She took my cock so sweetly, I don’t think she’d put up a fight,” Derrick said, and winked at me. I felt my cheeks heat, and looked away. I didn’t care for this conversation.
“Did you want my prick to get hard like iron?” Killian asked me conversationally, ignoring my obvious body language that screamed ‘Stop talking about this!’ “Because I’ll tell you, that’s what happens when you wear that. In fact,” he added, getting up and walking over to my side, “Using this as a cover up wasn’t the best move. It gives a man ideas.”
And he reached out and tugged at the flimsy knot that held the sheet up above my breasts. I squeaked and stru
ggled to hold it up to cover me, but I knew they’d all been treated to the sight of my full, bare breasts and a large expanse of creamy thigh.
“Killian,” Derrick coughed, moving in his chair restlessly. “Behave.”
“But misbehaving is so much more fun,” Killian said wickedly, and palmed one of my breasts. When he flicked a finger, hard and sure, over my nipple, it stood to attention immediately. His other hand kept me in place by the shoulder. I could only sit there as he caressed my breast and nosed my hair.
“Her skin feels like silk,” he said, sighing deeply as he let me go. Adjusting his pants to make his visible erection more comfortable, he walked back to his place at the table as though nothing had happened.
“So I take it you’re having your turn next?” Gunner asked coolly, as though he was completely unaffected.
“No!” I said, at the same time as Killian nodded lazily, a smirk on his lips.
“Absolutely not,” I repeated.
“You didn’t do a very good job,” the fourth brother--the one whose name I still didn’t know--observed to Derrick coolly.
“Belle will need some more instruction, Rohan,” Derrick sighed. I felt a pang of guilt at disappointing him, but I brushed it away. This wasn’t about him. I just wasn’t going to let Killian use me, and that was the end of it.
But now I knew the last brother’s name: Rohan.
It prompted the faintest flicker of recognition, as though I’d known someone with that name at some point long ago, but it was gone as soon as it came. It was probably nothing. And I couldn’t imagine any circumstances that would have led me to come in contact with these...these beasts.
They seemed to be done discussing me for the time being, so I was able to eat in peace. Derrick, who seemed to be the designated cook, made pancakes and insisted on heaping my plate with a dollop of whipped cream and syrup.
“It’s winter,” he said sternly when I tried to push it away. “You need all the fattening you can get.”
Once they were done, they rinsed the dishes and put them away. I just sat there, feeling useless, when Rohan turned to me.
“We’re going out,” he told me shortly. “Don’t try to escape again.”
The ‘or bad things will happen’ was implied. I swallowed and nodded.
“Where are you going?” I asked them all, falteringly under Rohan’s cold gaze. I wondered if I’d overstepped when I saw the skin around his eyes tighten. Did they have a cell they would throw me in for misbehavior? I wondered, heart in my throat as I waited for him to punish me.
Gunner swiped his hand over his face like he was tired, and said, “Better you don’t know.”
“Is it illegal?” I blurted.
“Better you don’t know,” he repeated, and his voice was unyielding. I got the message. I wouldn’t be able to pry anything useful out of him.
“You should learn to make yourself useful around here,” Rohan said bluntly to me, dragging on a thick mountaineer’s jacket. All their gear was heavy-duty, since we seemed to be the mountains in the middle of a snowstorm, from what I gathered through my brief glimpse into the outside world.
“Rohan,” Derrick said chidingly, and he looked away.
To my surprise, Derrick captured my mouth in a lingering, possessive kiss before he stepped outside. Mouth still tingling, I almost missed Killian’s hand cupping the bottom of my ass.
“Keep this hole warm for me, beauty,” he said, breath tickling my ear. “I’ll be back to claim it soon, don’t you worry.”
I squeaked in surprise as he thrust a finger between my ass cheeks, the thin material of my bedsheet doing nothing to prevent his violation. He let me go with a laugh, trooping out with the others.
I couldn’t believe that they were really leaving me alone here, even as I heard the front door slam shut.
I thought their departure would fill me with relief.
Instead, I just felt alone.
Back home, the house had always been filled with the sounds of my sisters’ activities.
After Daddy’s involvement in an embezzlement scandal was splashed across the national news, we moved to a much smaller apartment four years ago. He somehow escaped a prison sentence, but lost all his assets.
Lenny, Bridgette and I had ended up sharing one of the two bedrooms, which meant that I was never allowed even a moment’s privacy.
But here, in this echoing mansion in the middle of nowhere, I would get all the privacy I could ever want...at least, when those four men weren’t around.
Rohan had told me to ‘make myself useful’, whatever that meant. I was sure that if they came back to find me napping on the couch and watching trashy television they would be far from happy.
Maybe if I cleaned and kept house for them, they would think of me as a maid and not a pleasure toy, I mused. Now that I thought about it, the house was strangely spotless for a place that housed four rough-looking men who looked like they worked with their hands.
I opened the front door, half-expecting it to be locked from the outside, but it turned instantly. As I expected, I was greeted by howling winds and a cold that frosted the tip of my nose and made my teeth chatter.
Sighing, I closed it.
They were right to be confident that I wouldn’t try to escape. Even in this predicament, I wasn’t going to pursue a path that had a ninety percent likelihood of getting myself killed.
Call me pragmatic, or even selfish. I was the type of person who would cling to life by the nails, even if it meant that I would be used as a toy and shared by those four.
I decided to explore the house thoroughly. Even if I couldn’t escape right away, there might be more opportunities later, and I intended to be prepared. Though I shuddered at the thought of staying that long, the snow would surely thaw in the spring and I would be able to survive in the outside world.
Even while I thought that, the strange pull in my chest that made me want the four men sat up in protest.
I wasn’t going to get attached, I told myself firmly. And I tried not to think of Killian’s low growl as he called me ‘beauty’, and the purr in Derrick’s voice as he told me I was a good girl.
I didn’t need their approval or their affection.
I went through the house, top to bottom.
The kitchen was state of the art, like something from a glossy magazine. There was a drawer full of knives that gleamed wickedly, but I didn’t dare take anything so obvious or conspicuous. I didn’t want to test how far they would tolerate my actions before they decided that keeping my locked in a small dark room was just easier for them.
Their pantries were well stocked, and I helped myself to luxuries like dark chocolate and dried coconut bits as I wandered through the rest of the rooms.
The rooms were all large and impersonally decorated, with cold lines and white rugs over dark wood. It was undoubtedly expensive, but I preferred the colorful, knotted rugs and warm lamps of my bedroom. And our apartment, though small, was cozy, mostly thanks to my sisters.
But this house was like a tomb. I wasn’t going to enjoy being in it alone, I knew. The only place that seemed slightly welcoming was the kitchen.
And there were no phones or laptops, which was the most important thing. No means of communicating with the outside world. I wondered if news of my disappearance had made the news yet. I didn’t want to turn the television on again, and see people speculating about where I was when there was no way for me to get to them.
Although the house had heating, the floors in some rooms were cold as ice so I quickly found the laundry room and threw on one of the men’s rough plaid shirts that fell to mid-thigh, and thick woollen socks that felt like scratchy, warm heaven on my feet. That was better, I thought, wriggling my toes contentedly. Now I would be able to feel my feet again.
Remembering Rohan’s advice to ‘make myself useful’, I swept through the rooms, wondering what he could possibly have meant. Everything seemed spotless and not even one carpet fiber was out of place.
The men all seemed self-sufficient, apart from needing to go buy food since they couldn’t grow any in the winter.
And then, in one tucked-away corner room in the basement, I found stacks and stacks of papers.
The room was so well hidden that I wouldn’t ever have found it if not for the switchboard. There were four switches, but only three lights in the main basement room flickered on when I pressed all four.
Puzzled, I flicked the last one on and off. Nothing
I did it another three times, and still nothing.
But on the fourth try, I noticed something strange.
I saw the faintest flicker out of the corner of my eye. I’d switched the rest of the lights off, so I was standing in complete darkness. I didn’t like the dark, but I wanted to make sure I hadn’t missed a nightlight or something small and unnoticeable.
If I hadn’t done that, I would never have noticed the faint flicker on the floor.
Squinting down, I put a hand on the wall above the light. It felt like any other part of the wall. I moved my hand around, and stopped when I felt the tiniest bump in the smooth surface. It was incredibly slight and almost undetectable, but definitely there.
I pressed it in and drew a breath as the door slid open. This was where the light was coming from, I thought, as I saw what lay on the other side.
It was a room, but a small one, about the size of a closet. But its contents were strange and frightening to me. There were papers everywhere, pinned to the walls, on the floor and stacked on the shelves in the middle of the floor. There was barely space for me, and I wondered how there could possibly be enough to accommodate four, beefy six-foot-something men.
As I stepped inside, lights flickered on. I jumped, but realized they must be using some kind of motion sensing technology. Creepy, but effective. Most of the papers were filled with dense scribbles and graphs and figures that I couldn’t decipher so I quickly abandoned them.
But in the middle of the opposite wall was a printout of a photograph in black and white that drew my attention immediately.
