“There, there, ma wee lassie. Dinna fash yersel’. This time it will be different. You have my word. If it’s uncomfortable, or it hurts, we will stop. You can use yellow, to slow down, or red to stop altogether. Would you like to try with us? Do you trust us?”
He held his breath as he waited for her answer. He watched as she considered what he had said. She looked first at him, then turned her head to look at Alexander. She didn’t answer at once but then slowly she nodded her head. He sighed with relief as she said, “Yes, please. I would like to try. I want both of you together. Now!”
“This is going to feel cold,” Alexander said, and Ruari felt her cunt tense around his cock. She was tight, and it was hard to keep still. He saw Alexander drizzling lube in copious amounts over her, then, through the thin membrane that separated her cunt from her back passage, he felt one of his brother’s thick fingers invade her back hole. Alexander pumped his finger in and out a few times, then a second one joined it to stretch her, and more lube was squirted into her anus as he said, “Try to relax, then if you, can push back into me.”
She must have felt a bite of pain each time his brother stretched her further, because Ruari could feel her tense about his cock each time. But as Alexander pumped, first one then more, fingers into her, Ruari knew the pain would become something else. He felt the pressure slide against his cock as Alexander said, “I’m going to use a dildo to stretch you more, before I take you with my cock. That will make it easier. Are you okay? Do you want to pause a while?”
“No, I’m fine so far, Master Alexander.”
Alexander inserted the dildo then pumped it in and out. He must have felt she was still tense because Ruari heard and felt the gentle smack on her bottom as his brother urged her to relax and push back to ease the dildo in. Then, something made her tense up again. Ruari had no idea what thought had crossed her mind, but he saw her eyes cloud in concern. Her muscles squeezed his cock, and he groaned.
“Hurry up for God’s sake. She is killing me. I can’t keep still much longer. I won’t last much longer without coming at this rate, either!”
Ruari heard his twin tear open the condom packet, and after a few seconds, he felt Fiona’s pussy muscles tense in reaction to the head of his brother’s cock, demanding entrance.
“Try to push back against me and relax!” Alexander demanded.
Ruari felt her try to push back as his brother struggled to get inside her. Then relief flooded him as he heard her say, “Oh. That feels so good. Please, Masters, I need more. Fuck me faster.”
Alexander began sliding in then out then in a bit farther. Eventually, inch by inch, Alexander penetrated her until he was all the way in. And a bloody long time he had taken about it, Ruari thought. Once fully seated inside her, Alexander looked at his brother, and as he pumped in, Ruari pulled out, and they began to give her a ride such as she had never experienced in her life to judge by her reaction and her moans of pleasure.
“Yes! Yes. Please fuck me harder. I feel so full of your cocks. It’s amazing. It isn’t painful!”
They slid their cocks in and out of her, so she was always full and always stimulated. They could do this. They worked well together, and words were often not needed. This wasn’t the first time they’d shared a woman by far, but Ruari felt that this time it was different somehow, more special. Looking at his brother’s face, he knew he did, too.
Chapter Six
The intense feeling of being held immobile between these two powerful men was overwhelming. She ground her pussy against Master Ruari crying out, “Please Master Ruari, fuck my pussy.” Then Master Alexander reached around and took her swollen and needy little clit between his thumb and finger and squeezed it, growling, “Come now!”
And come she did, in a mind-bending wave of pleasure as both men now seemed unable to control their thrusts. Their hips bucked and pumped, and their cocks drove in and out of her and then they came, too, and she felt the heat of their copious releases in the condoms inside her. She collapsed on top of Master Ruari and couldn’t have moved to save her life. He held her close, stroking her hair and caressing her back, arms, and bottom.
“There there, lassie. You’re so wet, so tight, and so beautiful. I can’t wait to fuck your arse and your cunt again and again.”
She couldn’t help herself. She burst into tears again, and Master Alexander, who had withdrawn from her to dispose of his used condom and fetch the cloths to cleanse her, returned, and she heard him say, “What the fuck did you do to her, Brother?”
“It wasn’t h…h…h…him,” she managed to say between sobs, and then it all came pouring out in a flood of words.
“The last time I did that, it was so painful. Gordon didn’t use much lube and he hurt me, it took days to heal. I expected this time to be the same but it wasn’t. I was waiting for that excruciating pain, and it never came. It was wonderful, and you both made me feel as I’ve never felt before.”
“Why didn’t you leave him, then and there?” Master Alexander sounded as if he were controlling himself with difficulty. She just knew they despised her for having stayed, but where could she have gone? Who did she have to turn to? Nobody at all. Gordon had made sure of that. He’d threatened her sister, so Fiona hardly ever saw her.
“I’d said he could take me there, and he had his friend to say I’d said yes. What I didn’t want was the pain they inflicted on me. I asked them to stop, but they didn’t. Gordon liked to hurt me. He enjoyed the power he had over me. I had no one to turn to, and he wouldn’t let me see my friends, so I lost contact with them all. He told me no one would want me. I was ugly and scarred and I believed him. He told me I was his and he’d never let me go. If I tried to run away he’d find me, and kill me so what could I do?”
“Who is this man?” Master Alexander sounded pissed off.
“Gordon Pattinson, my ex.”
“Where is he now?”
“I don’t know, but he must never know where I am. I should never have called to see Emma. If he finds out I’m here, he’ll come for me, and maybe hurt Emma as well. I’d better leave now.”
She had to get away before they started to tell her they’d made a mistake and she had to leave. After the beautiful experience they’d just given her, she didn’t want to read in their eyes that they thought less of her. She couldn’t bear it. Gordon had been right. He had spoiled her, and no other man would want her. In a panic she got up and ran.
Chapter Seven
Alexander watched as Fiona ran into the bathroom in her panic. He looked at Ruari. The sex had been amazing, but her story and her bravery at allowing them to take her like that, when she expected pain and discomfort, had moved him tremendously. They weren’t going to let her go. They would protect her, and if that man turned up, he wouldn’t like the reception he got. She was what they had been looking for.
“Brother, I don’t want to let her go. I have never felt for another woman the way I felt when we both took her. And when she told us about that ex of hers, I could have cheerfully ripped his head off,” Alexander said.
“Yes, I know you do, and I feel the same. What a brave little pet she is, too, to let us do that to her when her last experience was so bloody awful. That leads me to believe that she has feelings for us, and no way is she leaving us now, until we find out if she does and if we have a future together.”
Ruari looked delighted. Alexander knew his brother was as taken with Fiona as he was, and he was not going to let anything or anyone get in the way of their relationship with this lovely young woman. He heard Ruari following as he walked across the room and tapped on the bathroom door, then went in.
“Fiona! Here’s what’s going to happen.” Alexander was going to have no nonsense. This was going to be sorted out.
“You are going to stay here with us, so Emma will not be involved. Our uncle has lots of contacts, and we will find and sort out this arsehole once and for all. You will be safe here, and you won’t go anywhere without one of us. That man i
s a bully, and a coward, and he won’t want to take on another man. He is only fit for beating women. We will only let you out to take you to the club until we get it sorted. We can and we will protect you. When our uncle’s wedding is over we intend to return to the Highlands, but I’m sure it will have been sorted out before then. You can’t keep on running forever. You have to stop sometime, and this is as good a time as any.”
Chapter Eight
Fiona protested shrilly and argued that Gordon would find her and kill them, then beat her, but she was no match for them and their logic, and really what they said made sense. She was so tired of running, tired of being afraid and always looking over her shoulder. She could never see friends or family, and now she wasn’t alone anymore, at least for a while. If they could keep Emma safe, she could at least try and see how it went. They were right, Gordon was a bully, but he was violent, and she didn’t want them to get hurt. What was she to do? The decision was taken out of her hands. Master Alexander was like a force of nature. He decided something and it happened.
They took her home with them, and she slept between them in the big comfortable bed in their uncle’s guest room and felt safe again, just for the present. The twins were staying in Master Angus’s house until after his wedding to Jane. After that, they would return to the Highlands to their deer farm. Master Alexander had drawn her to him and settled her head on his shoulder. His arm around her felt so good. His brother had cuddled into her back, settling his arm over her and cupping one breast in his large warm palm. He didn’t caress her, just lay with his hand there, as if it belonged there. She felt protected between the two of them and almost thought she was going to be okay. She fell asleep thinking how lucky she was and how different they were from Gordon.
She had the best night’s sleep she had had in ages. For the first time for ages she didn’t have to remain on the alert and ready to run. When she finally awoke, it was to a small tray of tea and chocolate digestive biscuits being offered to her.
“Mind no crumbs in the bed and no chocolate on the sheets.”
Master Ruari laughed. She liked his laugh.
“Then get up, sleepyhead. We have called a conference, and Master Eric is bringing Emma over in an hour with your stuff.”
She ate her biscuits and licked the chocolate off her fingers, glorying in the luxury and enjoying the sight of two pairs of tight white boxers beginning to stretch as the huge cocks they contained reacted to her tongue cleaning all the chocolate off. She couldn’t resist teasing them and taking her time over the whole operation. She flicked her tongue back and forth over her lips, looking at the twins from under her lashes. It had been so long since she had felt relaxed and happy and in a mood to tease. She imagined sucking on other things and moaned her pleasure. The boxers grew tighter as she watched. She wondered why they were wearing the boxers, as she knew they wore nothing under their kilts. Maybe they only wore kilts on special occasions. She’d love to see them in tight jeans. Oh my that would be a sight for sore eyes!
After a quick shower, she dressed in a Scotland Rugby shirt belonging to one of the brothers and made her way to the kitchen to help with the breakfast and found they were in jeans and not their kilts today. She had got her wish, and they were every bit as delicious as she’d thought they would be. Their backsides were tight and muscular, and she watched in fascination as the muscles shifted as they bent to their tasks. She would love to get her hands on those fine globes.
Emma arrived promptly and hugged her friend, getting all the details from her that the brothers hadn’t been told. She was as annoyed as Fiona had expected, and she wanted to find Gordon and kick his arse into touch. The Doms sat and discussed strategy. There had been a break-in at Emma’s house, but the only thing that had been stolen was Fiona’s laptop. Fiona said, “Oh my god. What am I going to do? How did he find me? Gordon must have some help. It must be his nasty little friend, Jackson who took it. He’s a thief, and he knows his way around computers. I don’t keep any information on it that he doesn’t already know. I have been so careful, how did he find me? ” Fiona was afraid. If Jackson was there, then so was Gordon, and he’d find her and…Two large hands took hers and held them. They said nothing, but their warmth and their fingers, as they played with hers and drew soothing circles on her palms, soon had her calming down and able to listen to what was being said.
“If you’ve been using your phone and your laptop, they could trace you. Did you phone anyone to tell them you were going to stay here?” Master Eric asked.
Fiona paled. She hadn’t realised that her short phone call to her sister, to tell her she was safe for a few days with Emma, could have brought Gordon down on her.
Master Eric told her his former flatmate, Jack, was in Special Branch. He had contacts and could get things moving faster. Jack had contacted the police and Master Eric phoned Jack now to tell him who Fiona thought was to blame. Master Eric told them that he was going to do extensive searches from the club, as he had help as well as powerful software installed there, but it wouldn’t hurt to let Jack do some digging, too. Jack had access to people and databases that Eric didn’t have. What Eric didn’t say was that Jack was a Dom, and a good friend of Master Prometheus, the club owner. When Jack retired in a few months, he would be joining the club, Eric had no doubt.
Fiona was using her real name with them, and she gave him as many details about herself, Gordon, and Jackson as she could. She was feeling tense and worried as she recounted all she’d suffered at his hands, and panic began to overtake her. She knew he must be here, and she knew he’d come for her. He had promised to kill her if she left him. She’d lose these lovely men and be back in his power and suffering his wrath, he’d make her suffer. She was feeling sick and couldn’t catch her breath. Gordon was nothing if not inventive when it came to inflicting pain. They must have felt her tense up again, so they said they’d like to relax for a while. As the weather was so pleasant, and the research wasn’t going to start at the club until that evening. They suggested a game in the garden.
Chapter Nine
Master Angus’s house was on the outskirts of Sheffield. The garden had a large flat lawn on one side, so they played badminton and croquet. Of course, being Doms, they couldn’t just play a straight game, and for every point lost, an article of clothing was removed. As the women were playing against the three large men, it was no surprise to anyone who lost most clothing. Fiona, against two Doms, lost all her clothes and her temper very shortly.
“This is so unfair. You are three big men, and we stand no chance. What a lot of overbearing pains in the arse. Why do we have to lose our clothes out here in the open in an unfair contest? Who died and made you God to decide the rules of the fucking game?”
The Doms stopped and stood looking at her. She grew silent and put her hand over her mouth as if to stop herself saying any more.
“On your knees, sub, slave position now.” She did as Master Alexander said without thinking.
Fiona saw that Emma had been watching her and listening to all this in openmouthed astonishment. Meanwhile Master Eric scored another point and said, “Okay, knickers off this time.”
Fiona just knew Emma wouldn’t like that and she was right. She heard her say, “No, that’s not fair, I wasn’t ready. I was watching Fiona. I won’t take them off.” She stamped her foot.
“Okay, you, too, slave position now.” Emma obeyed.
While they waited, Fiona fumed inwardly but said nothing, out of self-preservation. The three large Doms discussed the ways they could correct such bad behaviour and lack of respect. Then Fiona lost it. They had been set up, she just knew it.
“It’s not bloody fair,” she snapped.
“Who gave you permission to speak? Well?” Master Alexander asked in a cold, hard voice.
“Sorry,” she grumped.
This was greeted with silence and raised eyebrows.
“Sorry, Sir,” Fiona corrected herself before she got herself into more hot water, but s
till couldn’t let it go.
“Why the hell are we being punished?” she groused. “You have no right.”
This was greeted with silence and some stern looks so Fiona decided that silence was advisable. She wondered what they could do. They could get up and try to run away, but stood no chance of succeeding nor did they have clothes to wear. That would only make their Doms angrier, and then who would suffer? Fiona shrugged her shoulders, glanced at Emma, and they both looked down. Fiona felt, rather than saw, the Doms smile at the capitulation. They were so smug!
“Right. This is what we are going to do…Firstly, a contest to see who is going to halve their punishment. Whoever makes her Dom come first will win.” So saying, Master Eric unbuttoned his jeans and so did Master Ruari. Both Fiona and Emma got to work enthusiastically.
Licking and sucking on Master Ruari’s erect cock, Fiona began to enjoy herself. After all, she had been daydreaming about this all morning. Swirling her tongue around the head, she used her hands to stimulate cock and balls as Master Ruari’s cock was thick and long. She could never take it all in her mouth. By the sounds he was making, he appreciated her efforts, and in the end, there was very little in it.
But Fiona heard Emma manage to get her Dom to climax first. So she’d lost, and she had no time to wonder what that would mean, as very shortly afterward, Master Ruari stilled, then bucked his hips as he climaxed, shooting jet after jet of hot semen into her mouth. She eagerly swallowed every last drop of milky fluid. He tasted so very good, and she licked him clean. She heard Master Alexander say, “Well, it seems we have a winner and a loser.” She glanced up and saw he was smiling in anticipation. “Now to the punishment. I will go and see what my uncle has in his playroom.” He went to find out.
Oh yes. The Doms were enjoying tormenting them, and it was so bloody unfair. First the contest, and then not letting them have their say. Then abruptly she stilled as she realised that at least here she was able to object. What was she objecting for anyhow? She was enjoying herself. Her Masters had seen she was worried and upset, and they had come up with this as a way of distracting her. And, to give them credit, it was working. She and Emma were going to be tormented, but she was sure it would be with pleasure. She had relished sucking Master Ruari’s cock and she was looking forward to whatever it was Master Alexander had gone to fetch. However had she had the temerity to say such things to two Doms? It would never have occurred to her to object at all with Gordon, and she smiled to herself again. She was beginning to be herself again. She had used to be a feisty sub and make any Dom work to dominate her, until that bastard Gordon got hold of her. She could be that way again, and wondered if the twins would like that. She suspected they would.
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