“Time to fuck,” Anthony muses, and he immediately grabs my neck and slides his dick into my mouth.
I don’t even have the time to say anything. All I can feel is a dick in my throat, making me lose my breath, and a dick in my hand, stiffening with each rub. I picture fucking Max and Max alone. With my eyes closed, it’s much easier to forget that the other two are even here. In my head, the girls don’t even exist, and this contract is solely based on my relationship with Max. No matter how rocky it has been, it’s the only constant in this house.
Devon enters my pussy like he already owns it, fucking me raw within seconds. He’s like a beast smashing against me, his fingers digging into my leg as he goes about his way.
I try to concentrate on the sound of Max’s moans as I touch the base of his length, hoping the timer will go off soon.
“Look at me,” Anthony commands.
When I don’t open my eyes, he slaps my cheek. “Obey me.”
I do what he asks, but only because I know what happens when he gets mad.
The look in his eyes is full of lust, and it makes me want to bite down.
After gazing at me, he smears my saliva all over my face and then forces my head down, only to dive in with his cock. His hands lock tightly around my neck, making it even harder to accept him.
Every damn time, I can barely breathe. It’s nerve-wracking, but at the same time, knowing that I’m close to Max calms me down a bit. At least he’s here to watch over me, and I know he’ll stop this whole scene if he only thinks for one moment that his brother is hurting me.
The tip of his cock bounces in my throat, and I swallow to keep my composure. I’m not going to have a meltdown here on this table. Not now when I’ve already gotten this far.
“Fuck me; your throat is so wide. How am I supposed to resist?” Anthony growls.
“You know what you’re supposed to do,” Max replies.
“Shut up.” Anthony keeps fucking me, and somehow, at the same time, Max’s dick grows harder in my hand. Maybe it’s because I’m squeezing.
“Fuck …” Anthony moans, and his dick tenses in my throat.
His balls slap against my face, the smell bringing back memories of that time with Britt in his room. I close my eyes as I feel him thrust into my throat, trying to ignore the pounding going on in my pussy, but it’s impossible. My senses are being attacked from all sides, and it’s useless to fight the arousal.
Suddenly, a thick stream of cum spurts into the back of my throat, and I cough and swallow to get it to go down.
“Fuck … swallow it all,” Anthony groans, pushing in until his base rests against my lips.
I gag on his cum which still seeps down.
The timer goes off in the middle of it all.
Max immediately slides away from my hand as Anthony slowly pulls his flaccid length from my throat, and I gasp for air.
Max pushes aside Devon, who wasn’t even done impaling me, but is forcefully removed.
“My turn,” Max chews.
“Geez, you don’t have to be a dick about it,” Devon says.
Max ignores him and looks me directly in the eye as he positions himself between my legs and grabs my thighs, almost as if he’s telling me that he’s coming for me.
Anthony moves to my hand, and I breathe a sigh of relief, only to come face to face with Devon … the monster who killed Lauren.
“Don’t worry, babe. I’m going to give you everything my brothers couldn’t give you,” Devon says with a smirk on his face as his cock lingers near my mouth.
“Stick out your tongue,” he says.
I do what he asks, and then I taste myself on his dick.
“Sweet, huh? Just like your pussy,” he says with a grin.
If I wasn’t tied to this bench, I’d smack his head against it.
“Let’s continue,” Max says, cocking his head at Devon.
“Yeah, yeah …” Devon pushes the timer, and the men begin again.
Max slowly circles around my pussy, his dick pulsing against my skin. I focus on him and him alone, even though Anthony settles near my hand and forces me to jerk off his half-hard dick.
The moment I feel Max enter me, I am lost. Lost to desire. Lost to his control.
I can feel it inside me, from the way he fucks me to the way he grasps my legs and holds me down. He owns my body … and we both know it.
With him inside me, I can completely ignore Anthony. And even Devon, who forcefully enters my throat so fast I can’t even breathe. But it doesn’t matter. Everything ceases to exist as long as I can feel Max pumping inside me. His rhythm is soothing. Always the same pace. Predictable. It pulls me through the ordeal and even makes my blood rush down.
His thumb circles my clit as he growls, “I want you to come when I do. Can you do that for me?”
“Yes,” I murmur as Devon allows me to breathe but only for a second.
“My brother’s so nice to you, isn’t he?” Devon muses, which I ignore.
“Focus on me,” Max says.
I listen to him and his moans, his thrusts, his grip on my body. I zone out to the point of not even giving a shit that Devon is fucking my throat like a madman while he groans like a beast. Not even when he sinks into me until the base and makes me gag … and comes.
His seed jets onto the back of my tongue, and I’m forced to swallow as he’s still inside me. Then he takes his cock out, still spurting away, and he covers my face and breasts with cum. All while Max is thrusting so fast, I feel like I’m about to explode. The sensations are too much for me to handle.
“Come, now!” Max growls.
It only takes his voice for me to fall apart.
My body convulses, sweet bliss rushing over me, and Max’s length thrusting into me a final time, pulsing as he ejaculates. His groan makes it that much raunchier, and the way he pushes in and out again to push his seed in only makes me want to come again.
I’m out of breath, and my red-hot, sweaty body is covered in man juices.
Jesus fucking Christ.
I don’t think I’ve ever been fucked this hard.
Anthony grins as he looks at my wet, naked body, and says, “Next.”
21.
Accompanying Song: “Dark Star” by Jaymes Young
Max
At night
Once I claimed Naomi’s pussy, there was nothing left to fight for.
She was unshackled, helped off the table, and told to put her clothes on again.
Then the wheel was spun again. Another girl was chosen. And so began the entire process anew.
This time, however, it was different. After Naomi had left the room with her clothes in her hand, with all the women watching her stature as she walked off with her pride still intact, there was a clear change.
The mood … the temperature … the air.
It shifted toward something more sinister. Something dark.
It’s like they collectively decided they could overcome this game.
Just because of her.
The first girl to go after Naomi was Latisha, who was all too keen on getting up on the bench. She seemed a little too excited, and it bothered me, especially when she so vehemently insisted that Anthony would come in her pussy. I guess she really was head-over-heels with him. Or at least, with the idea of being married to him and having his baby.
Some girls do whatever it takes to get the one they want. She seemed like one of them, and I didn’t want anything to do with it, so I was happy when her turn finally ended, even though Anthony won the round.
The next girl picked was Britt, and she went up the bench so quietly you could hear a pin drop. It was magnificent. And even though she cried, she didn’t utter a word.
The only thing that struck me as odd was the fact that once she was shackled, one girl had her hand in the air. Stacey.
She asked if she could join us. If it would be allowed. Maybe she could be of use. After all … we wanted to fuck all the girls this day. Why wait and do
them one by one?
So Anthony invited her up because he liked the idea of fucking two beautiful women at the same time.
But he far more enjoyed the idea of them playing with each other.
I admit, I’m a sucker for the kinky side of life at times, and when I saw her take off her clothes and join us, I did regain my appetite. However, it was because my brother invited her that she was allowed to come up. I would never have agreed on my own.
Still, Stacey positioned herself above Britt, sixty-nine.
And Anthony and Devon made them lick each other.
While they fucked her ass.
At times, Britt was commanded to lick Anthony’s balls while he fucked Stacey in the pussy.
And other times, Devon would stick his thumb and index finger in Stacey’s ass and pussy while he fucked Britt’s mouth. Stacey even licked the cum off Britt’s pussy when Devon was done with her. It was a fucking orgy beyond my imagination.
But still, I missed Naomi.
I didn’t care to fuck the others as much as I did her. I was spent already.
I admit I practically gave the girls to my brothers. They could go on for hours and still have a hard-on. I could only do that if Naomi was there, but she had already completed her task.
I grab my whiskey and stare at the fire ahead, the crackling flames reminding me of how some girls tried to do their best to seduce us into picking them. Dancing naked. Stripping seductively. Offering themselves as the next willing victim.
But their efforts are all in vain.
I have my eyes on one thing alone, and nothing will stop me from reaching my goal, no matter how much pussy is thrown at my face.
***
Accompanying Song: “Are We Having A Party” by Cliff Martinez
Naomi
Day 19
Everyone’s losing their mind.
It’s not me, it’s them.
The girls … I’ve never seen so many of them come unhinged at the same time.
Latisha’s been offering herself to the men every single hour of the day, practically begging them to fuck her as she follows them around like a weak lamb. Camilla has resorted to helping the cooks in the kitchen, preparing her favorite meals, which she keeps serving to the men and herself on top of that.
Jordan’s buried herself in a mountain of books, and she doesn’t speak. Literally, she hasn’t opened her mouth since the last game. Honestly, I can’t even remember what her voice sounds like.
And then there’s Stacey and Britt, who’ve been using oils and ointments and perfume to spray and massage each other until everyone can smell them from miles away. They’re even taking baths together, pouring in so much sparkly salt their bodies glimmer when they come out.
And me? I spend half the time staring out into nothingness on the balcony and watching the news on the television, wondering if anyone’s missing me yet.
But now, I’ve settled for reading a book in the bath. The girls are all out with Anthony, checking out his garden as he apparently also grows many flowers in the backyard. It’s not for me, and I couldn’t care less about wooing him. I’ve already found my match.
When the water is up to the right point, I close the faucet and take off my bathrobe, stepping in to soak in the warm water. I close my eyes for a few minutes before grabbing my book and turning around to read. I think I sit there for a good half hour before the water cools to lukewarm.
Suddenly, I hear a noise from behind the door.
Two girls are chatting as they enter the room.
I thought I wasn’t going to have any company until after a good two hours had passed. That’s what Anthony said anyway, but maybe some girls were tired of him. I can imagine.
However, I don’t like not being alone in here, so I quickly get out and pull the plug on the water.
“I don’t understand. Nothing I do works.” It sounds like Britt.
“Oh, honey … it’s okay.” Stacey’s comforting her.
I put on my robe and listen to their conversation, leaning close against the door.
“He just doesn’t seem interested in me.”
I wonder if she means Anthony because last I recall, he fucked her up pretty good.
“Max already has his eyes set on Naomi. You know that.”
My heart skips a beat.
“I know … I just don’t think I could settle for any of the other guys. They scare me.”
“Me too.” I hear them huddle up on the bed, but I don’t know where they are or what they’re doing. I just hear the muffled sounds.
“You know you don’t have to like one of them. I mean we only have to get pregnant.”
“That only scares me more,” Britt says, whimpering a little.
“Oh, girl … c’mere. I know what you’re feeling.”
“Really?”
“Yeah … I have the same problem. I don’t like any of them. I don’t want to be here, but I have no choice. I have to pay off my loans, and I need this money more than anything.”
Huh. If she only knew these brothers were the cause of all her misery.
“It’s going to be okay,” Stacey says. “We’ll make it. You’ll see.”
“At least, I have you …” Britt mumbles.
“Yes … you always have me. I will be here, no matter what. I don’t care what happens. You and me pull through, got it?” Stacey’s voice is soft.
So soft, I can’t even hear what they’re saying next.
So I quietly turn the handle on the door and open it.
Only to find them kissing.
In shock, my jaw drops, and so does my hand as it slips from the door, which swooshes open. The girls notice me, their lips still partially locked as they gaze my way.
Terror floods their eyes.
“Na-Naomi …” Britt murmurs.
“Oh, god,” Stacey says as she pulls away from Britt, her eyes solely focused on me. “Naomi. I didn’t know you were here.”
“Yeah,” I say, narrowing my eyes. “This is the women’s bedroom. Where else would I be?”
“I thought everyone was out in the yard.”
I fold my arms. “I thought you were too.”
“We were … for a little while … but Anthony went inside, and he told us everyone could do what they wanted. I guess the other girls stayed outside,” Britt mumbles as she gazes down at the bed.
“Please don’t say anything,” Stacey suddenly says. “Please.”
I cock my head at the sound of her begging.
I like it.
“Please. I know what it looked like,” she says.
It looked like I finally uncovered the truth. Those girls never liked the men. They only liked each other.
“We just needed each other for a moment. That’s all,” she utters, swallowing, visibly shaken.
I lick my lips and watch them quiver in place, wondering what happens next. I’m not the one to decide.
“Yeah, please don’t tell the guys,” Britt pleads. “They’ll hurt us.”
I smash my lips together and turn around because I just remembered I left my earrings in the bathroom. As I walk through the door, Stacey says, “Say something.”
“What’s there to say?” I reply, without looking back.
“You won’t tell a soul, right?”
I don’t answer. I just grab my earrings and put them back in my ears. The girls are still staring at me, their hands still locked together like they’ll stand together against me if they have to. Like they’d be prepared to kill.
I smile, but that smile turns into laughter instead.
“What’s so funny?”
Like either of them would ever be remotely capable of such an act.
No.
Only two women in this house would kill for this game, and it’s neither of them.
I cock my head and squint as the girls shake their heads, like deer in headlights. They don’t know what’s coming, but I do.
I slowly lift my finger at the top left corner of th
is room and point at the camera aimed straight at them.
Their jaws come undone.
And I can’t help but feel invigorated.
Now, their chances of winning are as good as over, which means more chances for me. It’s an eat or get eaten world, and I’m at the top of the food chain.
Is it wrong? Hell, yes. Do I care? Not in my fucking lifetime.
***
Max
Accompanying Song: “Medieval Warfare” by Grimes
“Oh, my fucking god,” Devon yells, as he scoots back his chair, his hands ruffling through his hair like he’s seen a bad car crash on YouTube.
Anthony stands next to him, bent over with his palms flat on the desk, his muscles tense.
“What?” I ask, frowning as they never normally sit behind the laptop.
“They fucking kissed,” Anthony growls.
My eyes widen as I step closer. “Who did?”
“Stacey and Britt.”
I approach them from behind and glance at the screen over their shoulders. The guys are re-watching the scene over and over again, but all I can look at is Naomi who casually points at the camera like she’s always known they were there. And the wicked smile on her face that follows.
“Fuck, we can’t let them fucking get away with that,” Devon growls as he pushes himself up. “I’m gonna get ‘em.”
“Why?” I turn as he goes to the door. “What do you want to do about it?”
“They fucking love each other? Not on my watch.”
“Wait for me,” Anthony says as he rushes after him.
I follow the two out the door and up the stairs. The closer they get, the bigger their steps, and I can almost feel the rage dripping off them. Devon is consumed by it. I just know it. Seeing those two girls kiss set him off.
“Devon, don’t,” I say, as he jerks the door open and slams it against the wall.
“If you’re not on my side, stay out of it!” he screams in my face.
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