by Renee Rose
“The most beautiful sight I have ever seen,” he praised.
“Fuck me hard! Fuck me with all the animalistic power you possess!” I commanded. The sexual beast inside was breaking through my body, smothering any control that remained. I wanted it hard, I wanted it rough, and I wanted Cross to truly take my body with uncontrolled abandon.
He grabbed my hip with one hand and a hand full of hair with the other. He impaled his cock to the base of his balls with a force that made me scream. He pulled my hair back as he drove in and out with a carnal need. He released the grip of my hip and spanked my ass. Not like the punishment just inflicted by Pike, but a spank of pure erotic pleasure. He continued to spank while driving his hardness deep within.
“Never disobey my brother again. You are to be submissive.” Cross continued the stinging slaps against my reddening behind. I gasped with each reminding blow.
I arched my back further. The electricity from the spanking only enhanced the approaching orgasm returning to my body. “Yes, sir. “
He grabbed both of my hips with his hands as he pushed and pulled his cock within my warm depths. His breathing sped, his moans increased. I screamed as the orgasm rocked through my body with more force than before. Cross thrust as deeply as possible as he called out my name while spilling his seed into my awaiting womb.
Chapter Six
Taking a deep breath, as I ate my breakfast, I allowed a wave of hope to enter my psyche. I wasn’t sure if it was last night’s sex with Cross, or the fact that today was a new day, but I did have a new sense of hope. The despair and shadows that threatened to conquer me and swallow me up had vanished. I felt a renewed sense of strength, at least enough to get through another day. One day at a time. And Cross was right when it came to the salve he had placed on my skin. I didn’t even have the slightest mark on my body, and all the pain and soreness was gone.
I could feel him approaching the galley before a single sound was made. Pike had entered the room. Something about Pike’s presence gave erotic tingles throughout my entire body. I had a strong feeling that sex with Pike was something I would never experience. He wouldn’t show me any kind of attention of a sexual nature, even if he knew Cross did. Pike would punish, discipline, demand full submission, but he would never claim me for himself. And the most fucked up thing was that I wished he would. I wish he had fucked me last night. I wanted him to rape my body. Steal what I did not want to give at the time. I wanted my hands bound above my head as I screamed no while he thrust his cock into me. I wanted him to take me. God how I fucking wanted to be taken. I wanted nothing more than to feel Pike in the most intimate of ways. I wanted to be the woman tied to his bed, sucking his cock and giving over my full submission. I wanted to feel him spread me as he pressed his body to mine. I wanted Pike more than I had wanted anything in my life. I lusted, I obsessed, but more than anything…I craved his hard hand of discipline again. How can you love the devil? It was a sickness, a contagion no doubt, but I could not deny the feeling. The red of his light pulled me into his fire-licked soul.
Pike walked into the room with a dominant presence, causing my heart to skip a beat. He slowly walked over and stood before me. He placed a palm of his hand on each side of my face. Very closely, he examined my eyes.
“Truth, I hope you plan on obeying today.”
I escaped his glare and stared at the ground. “Yes, Pike.”
He lifted my chin so I was forced to look into his eyes again. “I hope you have learned your lesson, no?”
I simply nodded.
“Did my brother offer you comfort last night? Did he use his lifeblood to heal you?”
I nodded again.
“That upsets me,” Pike said, as he stroked the back of my head.
“But, I will not forget the lesson ever,” I admitted, hoping that would be enough to prevent another punishment.
“Regardless, I want you to feel the sting of my lash into the next day,” Pike said. “I wanted every time you swallowed to remind you that I could steal your breath away forever.”
“I will remember,” I whispered.
“Stand up and bend over the table. Lower your pants.”
I paused for a moment, not wanting to do what he asked, but at the same time, I did. The confusion in my body and mind almost paralyzed me.
“Now,” was his only command.
As if his deep voice were a spell, enchanting me to do his bidding, I did just as he asked, staring into his deep, dark eyes while I did so. Everything I did, everything I thought, was traitorous to the crux of my core. Trained to fight. Trained to kill. Trained to dominate rather than be dominated. I was a soldier! And yet…now I was a slave. Pike’s slave.
When I placed my palm against the metal of the table, Pike put his hand atop mine, lacing his fingers and taking hold. Red against white. Blood against cream. The contrast was that of true beauty. I could feel his breath on my neck as he pressed his body against my spine. The rough fabric of his pants rubbed against the bare flesh of my bottom and thighs.
“Did my brother fuck you last night?” he purred into my ear as his free hand ran along the edge of my hip.
“Yes.”
A sharp spank to my ass revealed he did not like my answer.
“Yes, sir. Cross fucked me,” I corrected. The saliva in my mouth dissipated as the nerves took over. Would he be angry? Would he be jealous? Did he want to be the man who had fucked me instead?
“And did you like it?”
I nodded, which earned me two very hard swats to my ass again. My pussy throbbed with each swat. I hungered for more.
“Yes, sir. I did.”
He ran his fingertips along the surface of my upturned butt and dipped between the crease, running them from my anus, to my taint, to my weeping hole, to my clit. “Look how wet you are.” He pushed a finger past my folds and into my pussy and began pumping it in and out. “What gets you so wet, slave?”
“You,” I barely said between my gasps.
“Elaborate,” he demanded, adding a second finger to the one already finger-fucking me.
“Your dominance. Your control. You.”
He took his palm off of mine and used his hand to start spanking me while he fingered me at the same time. The combination of pleasure and pain had me moaning and writhing against the coldness of the table. The spanking was not gentle, and his fingers thrust firmly inside of me. Rising up on my tiptoes with every thrust, I finally cried out.
“Please!”
“Please what?” he asked as he pumped and spanked, never easing up in the slightest.
“Please, I can’t take anymore.” I didn’t truly want him to stop, but I needed more. I needed so much more.
Whether it was my cries, or the sounds of the spanking echoing through the ship, Cross walked into the galley to see what was going on. His eyebrow rose when I made eye contact with him but he said nothing. He simply stood and watched Pike spank and finger me as I lay helplessly over the table.
“Do you want to fuck me?” he asked as if he didn’t notice Cross who only stood a few feet away.
“Yes.”
“Why do you want to fuck me, if you can fuck my brother?”
I didn’t answer.
“Do you need another belting? Answer me, or I will, and it will be far worse than the one I gave you last night.”
“I want to fuck you both,” I admitted between a deep moan.
“Both?” he said as he paused in the spanking, but kept his two digits still firmly planted inside my cunt.
“Yes, sir. I want both of you to fuck me.”
Pike pulled out his fingers and stood me up, turning him to face me. “Go to your room, and wait there.”
His words were firm, and I knew that regardless of the fact that I wanted him so desperately, I would do whatever he commanded. Reaching down for my pants, I pulled them up and scurried to my room, glancing over my shoulder one last time to see that Cross and Pike were both staring at each other.
I entered my room, removed my clothing even though I was not instructed to do so, and I lay on my bed and waited.
Someone walked into the room, and I could smell my own arousal. I could almost taste the sexual need as I splayed naked across the bed. My milky-white curls concealed parts of my breasts, allowing my hard nipples to peek between my cascading hair. My pale body glistened in the light of the room as I writhed in want.
“Pike?” I questioned.
“No. I’m here to prepare you for him,” Cross answered softly.
“I want Pike too.”
“He will join us soon.” Cross moved to the bed. “Place your arms above your head,” he commanded.
I hesitated for a moment. Any doubt I may have had was overpowered by the seductive drug that had been cast on me by the spanking from Pike. I noticed Cross’s dilated eyes twinkle with arousal as I gradually brought my hands over my head. My lips parted in desire, beckoning him for the simplest of touch. I arched my back just enough to thrust out my hardened nipples, pleading for him to take them under his control. He reached for each of my wrists, wrapped them with a metal chain, and hooked them to the headboard of the bed. He then grabbed each ankle and repeated the step of securing me to the bed.
“Kiss me,” I gasped, as the memories of last night came rushing in.
Looking down, I could see the moisture along the soft folds of my pussy. I gyrated my hips in desperate need to be satisfied. The sexual hex that Cross and Pike cast on me was all-powerful. It left me craving, needing, longing, and begging for more. I could feel the lingering magic of Pike’s simple touch between my legs. Just the short time under Pike’s dominance earlier had left me hungry for more.
Cross slowly and seductively began to remove each item of his own clothing. Each movement he made had me groaning for more. My exposed pussy delicately dripped in anticipation for what I had in store. I tested my restraints and felt a surge of excitement when I realized I couldn’t move at all.
“First rule is never command. You are not the one in charge.” He straddled my body and pressed his cock against my pussy. “Pike is the one to give commands. Only Pike.”
He lowered his mouth to my hardened nipple and began to suck. He sucked and nibbled while softly massaging my mound with his calloused hand. Cross moved his mouth to the other nipple and continued to drive me to the edge of pleasure.
“More!” I begged as I flung my head in wild abandon.
He stopped stroking my clit and briskly slapped the swollen folds. “I see that you don’t understand that you are not the one in control. Pike will not tolerate being told what to do.” He slapped my pussy once again, releasing a moan I could no longer hold back. “You obviously need to be trained before his arrival.”
“Yes, please,” I begged as I thrust my hips to meet his with more force. The idea of being “trained” tantalized every nerve ending in my body.
Cross reached for his pants on the floor beside the bed. He pulled out a pair of gold nipple clamps that were adorned with small rubies. I had never had jewelry placed on the most intimate of places. Still straddling me, Cross grabbed one of my hardened nipples and very gently clasped the biting teeth. I let out a gasp as my back arched. I watched the slight smile of satisfaction on Cross’s face, before it returned back to the sedated look of pleasure. Bending down, he softly placed his lips to mine, giving a kiss as a reward for my ability to accept the jewelry.
“Very good,” he whispered between the kiss.
Cross slowly lowered his lips to the other nipple and lightly licked along the surface. Grabbing the other nipple clamp, he tenderly applied it, to join the first. He sat up and took in the sight of me writhing beneath him. The gold, the jewels, my breasts, and the beginning of my submission were capturing his stare. I could see in his passion-filled eyes that he loved that he had the power to dominate, the power to control, and the power to please. Cross may not have that power outside the bedroom, with Pike looming over, but he certainly did now. When it came to women, he and his brother had learned and mastered how to demand ecstasy. I only wanted to submit.
He closed his eyes and slowly took in the aroma of my sex as he lowered his mouth to my wanting pussy. Pressing his tongue lightly to my ivory-white skin, he began to lick his way up and down the folds of my dripping wet mound. He danced his tongue in a circle around my clit, causing my moans to become more of a scream. He pressed his finger past the entrance of my pussy, feeling the heat of my passion.
“That feels so good...so good,” I moaned as I felt the lifeblood light enter me once again.
Cross hooked his finger into the depths of my pussy and reached for his pants once again. He pulled out a clear glass dildo, lined with red and gold crystals. He took the clear penis and rubbed it along my wet folds, collecting my moisture. Ever so gently, he replaced his thrusting finger with the large dildo. Once the dildo was snugly in my depths, he slowly and tortuously moved it in and out of me. The ridges from the crystals scraped along the inner lining of my pussy causing a captivating pain mixed with pleasure.
I gasped at the intrusion and began to gyrate my hips in desperation. “Fuck me. Make me come. I need to come!”
Without pause, Cross unhooked me from my wrist and ankle restraints, and flipped me onto my stomach. “I warned you about issuing the commands.” He swatted my creamy white behind. “You are to submit, you are to accept, you are to surrender.” He spanked my ass again. “You are to do only as Pike requests...nothing more. Or you will suffer the most severe consequences.”
He grabbed the remaining item from his pants. Pulling out a steel butt plug, he rubbed the ruby that decorated the base with the tip of his finger. Smaller gold gems circled the ruby, making it sparkle in the soft light of the room. Using my wetness from my revealing sex, he lubricated my tight hole with his finger. In and out, slowly, he stretched my anus so I would be able to accept the last of the jewelry. Hopefully Pike would be pleased with the jeweled items chosen, as well as the frenzied state his victim was in.
“I want you to relax,” he ordered as he placed a soft kiss to my reddened ass.
Once Cross could feel my puckered hole loosen, he pressed the steel plug past the tight ring of my ass. I moaned and bucked against the mattress. He rolled me over onto my back and took a moment to admire the jeweled Pallid Slave before him.
He bent down and pressed his lips to my mouth one last time. “Very good. You did very good. Pike will be pleased.”
As if on cue, the door slid open. Pike’s eyes blazed as he walked into the room. “I see my brother has you ready. So jeweled and pretty.” His voice was low, a tremor of anticipation trickled along my spine.
“Yes, sir,” I said, earning a caress of my mound from Cross. Cross’s mouth closed on my neck, teeth grazing my skin as he sucked.
“I’m not taking you to Canary without a fresh load of my come in that sweet, little pussy of yours.” Pike’s gravelly tone and the vulgar words caused a catch in my belly. Cross stroked hard fingers between my thighs as I watched Pike disrobe before me. “I want everyone, including you, to smell who you belong to.”
Once naked, with his erect cock in full display before me, Pike walked over, pulled the jeweled dildo from my pussy, and slipped a finger deep inside, stroking into tender flesh. “So wet for me, so wet for the both of us,” he purred with approval. “Do you want to be fucked by us at the same time?”
I nodded. “Yes. Yes, so much so.”
He pressed a hand onto the flat of my stomach as my hips thrust up in silent need, like my sex was an offering, not just for him but also for the both of them. Red and gold, I needed their color like I needed air to live. My nipples beaded beneath the clamps and I ached to be claimed.
The fat head of his cock entered me without preamble, thrusting into my core, where my flesh was still sore and swollen from Cross only hours ago. I gasped in surprised discomfort, focusing on accepting his girth. His big palms held my hips still until my enflamed muscles accepted his thick
presence. Then he thrust again, as his eyes locked with mine.
“This pussy belongs to both of us now, slave. Cross and I own you until the day we deliver you to Canary.”
The thought of eventually leaving the brothers gave me a pang of sadness, but I quickly shook away the emotion as Pike thrust deeper inside, his balls slapping up against me.
Cross leaned down and pressed his lips to mine as Pike pressed even deeper with each movement, grinding his hips against me, until I felt stretched. Full.
“Do you like my brother’s cock in you?” Cross asked when he broke away from the kiss. His voice in my ear was a gritty caress, a velvet growl, as his hands moved over my breasts, then nipples pinched tight with jewelry I desperately wanted released.
“Yes.” I did. My whole body came alive under the power of his words and body.
Pike ground in deeper as Cross pulled my clamps so my chest rose off the bed. He palmed my breasts. “Do you want us both? Tell me.” Cross’s voice held a devil’s smile, but there was a question there, like he wanted to be sure I liked his aggression, and that I truly was giving myself to him and his twin.
I did. I had never had a need so strong before. Their colors beckoned, as if I could hear the lifeblood pulse beneath their flesh. A drumbeat demanding I march along. I couldn’t think, just arched my back and pressed my hips upwards, seeking more of Pike, wanting to pull him deeper into my core.
Cross released a nipple clamp, making me jerk under his hand. “Do you want me to fuck you too? Do you want me in your ass while Pike fucks you until you scream?” His voice was insistent; his breath ran along the sensitive hairs on my neck as he spoke. Pike never letting up in his assault had my mind spinning and my body humming along to the rhythm of his fucking.
“Yes,” I moaned.
“Tell me,” his teeth closed around the sensitive skin of my earlobe, “tell me you want my cock. You’ll like it when I fuck you in the ass with it. Tell me you want my come inside of you.” I was panting now, my pussy leaking wetness around Pike’s dick. “Tell me. Tell Pike. Tell us both that you want double penetration. You want it bad.”
