by Alta Hensley
“And can you picture my brother fucking your pussy at the same time?”
I nodded as I closed my eyes and imagined the wicked act.
“Press your ass out more,” Stefano ordered. “I want to shove my fingers deeper. Fast or I will add a third.”
Moaning with a hunger I couldn’t understand, I pushed my ass out as I stood awkwardly in the corner.
Stefano pushed his fingers deeper than I thought possible as he nibbled on my neck and sucked on my earlobe. Chills ran down my spine as heat flooded my pussy. He would pull his fingers out only to press them in with more force and deeper than the time before. Over and over until I cried out his name. What I expected to come from it, I had no idea. But I could no longer hold back my sounds of arousal.
“I bet you want my cock inside you right now,” he said.
I nodded. “Yes, sir. I do.”
I was ready.
So, so ready.
He pulled out his fingers and then swatted me on the ass. “That’s enough anal discipline for tonight. Stand in the corner for a few more minutes and think about what will come next. Then go lie down and go to sleep. Be a good girl. We continue with your training tomorrow.”
I heard him walk out the door and didn’t dare look over my shoulder or say a word in protest. I knew cameras were on me, and I would remain in position in the corner and not move an inch until a few minutes were up. I would stand. I would think...
Chapter Nine
Hailey
Again and again, I awoke with a lashing. I went to bed sore from the strike of one of the brothers’ hands on my sensitive ass. I awoke to an excruciating session with the paddle and went to bed with the kiss of their belt once again. Over and over the routine continued. One comfort item at a time.
One excruciatingly earned comfort at a time.
The days were filled with other acts of submission. Long hours kneeling or standing at attention for whenever, wherever, and for however long they felt needed. They touched me, but never enough. And that was the worst part. Over and over they would slap, pinch, touch parts of my body and bring me right to the edge of ecstasy, only to pull away and leave me with the worst need imaginable. Every hour my hunger for both of them grew. Every second my lust intensified. I dreamed of their touch, and I fantasized of the day they would finally put their cocks inside of me.
Together.
At the same time.
But they never did.
That was my punishment.
That was my penance.
And oh, how I paid, suffered, and slowly earned one comfort item that I no longer cared if I received or not at a time. I cried. I pleaded. I begged for more than just a materialistic reward. I had no shame or pride left. I longed for at least one of them to be near and never leave me, and when they did leave for the night, I sobbed for hours waiting for sunlight to come, for it brought the return of one of my monsters.
If Thomas had thought I was broken before, and that I was their naughty girl... I couldn’t imagine what I had become now. My only strength was when they were near. My body craved them like a drug, and I was weak without them.
So fucking weak.
They were my prison guards, and yet, they truly had mastered my body. When they said I was theirs—that my body belonged to them—I’d had no idea how correct they would be.
Stefano.
Thomas.
The Bennato Brothers.
“Are you a good girl or a naughty girl?” Thomas asked as he had grown accustomed to asking all the mornings he arrived in a new crisp suit with an unbuttoned white shirt at the neck. He and his brother looked so much alike and yet, I could easily see their differences. I could tell in seconds who was who without even having to try.
“What do you want me to be?” I answered like I always did right before they would take their belt and run it along my punished and upturned flesh after they spanked me.
“Today I want you to be naughty. I want you to talk dirty to me so I can punish that mouth of yours,” Thomas said.
I turned my head just enough to see him towering over me as I was bent over the bed and gave a wicked smirk. “Fuck you, sir. Fuck you.”
We had played this game in the past. He would force me to act out just so he could punish me more severely. Often times he would have Gio record these acts for Stefano to view later. Neither one of the brothers wanted to miss a moment of my... penance.
Thomas seemed to like it most when I punched or kicked, and especially when I called him names. He seemed fueled by my mock hatred of him, though we both knew it was all for show. He knew how desperate I was for more. He could see the arousal coat my pussy and dampen my inner thighs. He would wipe at my tears of frustration as my stomach tightened and cramped from a growing need for release never to be granted. He would make promises that if I was a good girl, that maybe someday I would get a taste of his cock.
I wanted a taste so bad.
I don’t know what they were doing to me, and if this was their ultimate goal. They had turned the tables. They didn’t want me but made damn sure I wanted them. Everything inside of me knew this was wrong. It was a sickness rooted deep inside of me. I felt shame for my desire. I loathed that instead of trying to escape, I would plot how I could tempt one of the brothers to claim my body. I hated how I hungered, but I hated not having my needs met even more.
I wasn’t sure how many days or how many nights passed, but the brothers had changed the woman I once was. They broke down my walls and left me wide open for the taking. My battle scars were left without bandages, and the brothers only opened the wounds wider.
“You have a filthy mouth, my naughty girl,” he said as he walked out of the hallway and toward the bathroom.
I held my position bent over the bed I had earned, schooled in what would happen if I acted on my own free will without permission.
“I think it’s time I teach you what happens to girls with dirty, filthy mouths,” he said as he disappeared from my sight.
My pussy throbbed at the warning in his voice. I had no idea what he had in store, and though I was sure parts of me would hate every moment of what Thomas had planned for this morning’s session, other more sinful parts of me would love every torturous second of his evil ministrations to my body, mind, and soul.
“Kneel,” he commanded as he reentered the bedroom with something fisted in one hand, and a glass of water in the other.
I quickly did as he asked, licking my lips in anticipation of what was to come. A chance to earn more comfort items. Items that I had long lost count of. I no longer paid my penance for these items. No. I paid my penance for the brothers. For the one day they would deem me worthy of their cocks being buried inside of me.
There was a time in my life, I would have screamed and shouted at any woman who would submit to a man. Especially to a man as strict and severe as Stefano and Thomas. But I no longer cared. Rules of society had ceased existing the minute I walked through the doors of the manor. Life as it once was no longer existed for me. My nightmare had become a fantasy, and my fantasies had become this nightmare.
“It’s time I teach you a lesson,” he said as he stood before me, placed the water by my knees as well as a bar of soap, and unfastened his pants. When his hard cock popped out from its constraints, he said, “It’s time I clean that mouth of yours out.”
I stared at his cock in awe. It was thick, bigger than I expected, and hard—hard for me.
“I want you to wet my cock with your tongue, then rub the bar of soap all over it.”
When I didn’t move fast enough, still processing his words in my foggy brain, he took hold of his dick and slapped it across my face. He then pressed his cock past my lips before I had a chance to do it of my own free will, though willing I was. I moved my head up and down, swirling my tongue as I did so, savoring the taste of my monster.
“Get it nice and wet,” he said huskily.
He took hold of my hair and guided my head at a speed he chose. U
p and down, I sucked and softly moaned against his cock. I licked every inch I could, not wanting one inch of his length missed. I all but devoured him. His salty taste and the essence of his manhood flooding my senses, I coated his throbbing sex entirely.
“Now grab that bar of soap by you and coat my cock. It’s time I wash your mouth out with soap, naughty girl.”
“Yes, sir,” I said as my pussy ached for attention.
I picked up the white bar and started caressing Thomas’s cock with it. Small suds formed as the soap mixed with my saliva. I stroked the soap up and down the length of his shaft just as I knew Thomas wanted me to do.
“Now place my cock in your mouth, naughty girl. This is what you get for having a filthy mouth. Time we cleanse it.”
Not stopping to consider the awful taste or just how much this truly would be a punishment, I placed Thomas’s soap-coated penis inside my mouth and began sucking as I once had. I whimpered as the dreadful taste attacked. I gagged as the tip of his cock pressed against the back of my throat with the soap only intensifying the sensation.
“Bad girls get their mouths washed out with soap,” he said, tugging my hair when I tried to pull back as I sucked in air to help ease the turmoil occurring inside my mouth.
Using his other hand, he reached down and cupped my breast, changing my whimpers to a moan.
Mercifully removing his dick from my mouth, Thomas spread his pre-cum mixed with remnants of soap on my lips as he said, “Let me paint this perfect pink pout of yours. I’m about to make you my cum slut.”
I looked up into his eyes and nodded.
He slapped the head of his cock against my cheek. “You want my cock, naughty? Do you want me to punish you now with my cock?”
Fuck, yes. Fuck, yes! Although my words were lost in my own hunger begging to be satiated.
I wanted him so bad. I wanted him to split me wide open with his cock. My pure white sexual experiences from before about to become pitch black. I wanted raw. I wanted depraved. I wanted dark emotions and desires. And I knew that the brothers were the only ones who would truly give me what I wanted, and what I so desperately needed. And now Thomas was here... Was it finally time?
Everything had been leading up to this. The brothers had opened a Pandora’s Box of horrific fantasies and delights hidden deep within, and now that they were unleashed, the brothers were the only ones who could tame them.
“Take a drink of water, swish it around in your mouth, and then spit it out back in the glass,” he ordered.
I was grateful for this, because though the soap misery had dissipated some, I did wish to rid the residue from the inner lining of my mouth. As I swished and spit the last bit out into the glass, Thomas bent down and placed his hands under my arms, lifting me to standing. He then swooped me into his arms and carried me over to the bed. The tender touch and almost loving gesture had my mind spinning with the wicked and twisted lust from my naughty discipline only moments ago.
The softness was quickly replaced, however, when he placed me on my back and spread my legs wide. Without pause, he swatted my pussy, causing me to jump and cry out in surprise.
“I’m going to make these lips of your cunt swell so every time I thrust into you, you cry out in pain.” He swatted my bare pussy again and again. The sting only heightened my need for more.
“Please...” I begged like so many times before, but this time I felt like my pleas may actually be answered.
My heart skipped a beat when Thomas quickly shed himself of his clothing. His actions were smooth and graceful, but not nearly fast enough for my need. I thought about sitting up and assisting him in getting undressed but remained frozen. I didn’t want to do a single thing to have Thomas change his mind or decide I needed another punishment instead.
When the weight of the bed shifted as he straddled my body, my heart hitched. This was it. I glanced down at his cock and a tiny twinge of fear set in when I wondered if his size would be too much for me to take. I wasn’t experienced in bed, and the few times before were with men far less impressive.
Thomas lowered his weight upon me and positioned his cock at my pussy. The meaty head stretched my hole wide as he entered, and I moaned with the biting pain. He didn’t give me any time to get used to his girth but rather began thrusting in and out at a steady pace. There were no kisses. No caresses. No loving words of affection. The actions were cold yet the heat between us blazed to an epic proportion of inferno. My body exploded almost instantly, finally free to release the long overdue energy that had been pent up since captivity. Thomas hadn’t given me permission to come, but I didn’t care. I would accept whatever punishment he would deliver later for my actions. It would be worth it.
So fucking worth it.
As I cried out his name and my pussy contracted around his cock, he pulled his face back enough so he could look into my eyes. Maybe it was the sexual energy flowing through me, or maybe it was simply wishful thinking, but I saw something in his eyes.
Softness.
Emotion beyond what normally only belonged to a sadist.
Connection.
Thomas continued to push and pull inside of me as his eyes never left mine. In and out, I saw him. In and out, I felt him. In and out, Thomas seemed to merge with not just my body, but my soul. I was his... I had been his for a long time. But at this very moment, I truly believed he was...
He was mine.
He was my monster, my captor, mine, and I was never going to let him go.
I never wanted this moment to end. Never. But eventually, my body exploded again, and it was all that Thomas needed to groan loudly and give one final thrust as he came inside of me.
Taking a few minutes to gather his senses as he breathed against the pillow beside my head, he eventually pulled his face back and stared at me again. He didn’t say anything, nor did I. But something was different at that moment.
He was not a monster.
He was a man.
Nothing but a man.
I was not the prey.
I was a woman.
Nothing but a woman.
But we were together. We were as one. We were in this nightmare together, and we both knew it.
“My seed’s inside you,” he stated as if a medical procedure had just occurred. Any romantic bubble I thought I had been in popped.
I nodded, hating the thought of merely being a vessel.
“My brother’s seed will be next.”
Chapter Ten
Thomas
“I fucked her,” I announced as I walked into the kitchen and poured myself a scotch.
I didn’t have to tell my brother. He could view it for himself, but something didn’t sit easy with me, and I couldn’t put my finger on it. It wasn’t guilt. He would have his turn. Stefano and I had never shared a woman before so this was definitely unchartered territory.
“I suppose it’s time,” Stefano said as he walked over and took the bottle of scotch from my hand to pour himself his own drink. “The girl has sure atoned for her crimes. That ass of hers has paid the price.”
Taking a sip, I chuckled against the crystal glass. “She fucking likes it. Who would have thought?”
Stefano laughed as well. “Didn’t see that one coming when we planned this out.”
“Rare breed.”
“Rare breed, indeed,” Stefano agreed. “Was the sex good?”
My cock twitched at the memory. “Yeah. There’s something about that woman...”
Stefano took a drink as he inhaled air between his teeth and nodded. “Addictive.”
“Which is dangerous. We can’t think with our cocks instead of our heads. We need to focus on the goal,” I said, ignoring the urge to march back into her room and to bury my cock inside of her again.
“She betrayed us. We have to remember that,” Stefano said. “We have to make sure she never does it again.”
“I think we’ve done that.”
He nodded. “Yeah, we have.” He took another sip. �
�I have to go into the city tonight, but I’ll fuck her tomorrow.”
Jesus Christ, we were assholes. It was like we were speaking about a prized mare in heat and the details of mating her. It was as if this was nothing but a mundane, daily task of running our business.
My cock disagreed, however.
There was nothing mundane about that woman. Nothing.
* * *
Hailey
Taking a deep breath as I ate my breakfast, I allowed a wave of optimism to enter my psyche. I wasn’t sure if it was yesterday’s sex with Thomas, 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 long vanished. I felt a renewed sense of strength as each day passed, at least enough to get through another day. One day at a time.
I could feel him approaching my door before a single sound was made. Stefano had entered the room. Something about Stefano’s presence caused erotic tingles throughout my entire body. I had a strong feeling that sex with Stefano was something I would never experience as he seemed to be far less sexual in his actions than Thomas had been. He hadn’t shown me any kind of attention of a sexual nature since the anal training, even though I had wanted him to. Stefano 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 yesterday at the exact same time Thomas did. I wanted their seed together... Blended. Take 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 Stefano 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 Stefano 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.