by Chloe Walsh
Don’t be sad, Ashton.
This is what you wanted, remember?
You begged him to contest.
You won.
You fucking won.
Now make the bastard prince pay for his betrayal!
"Well," I heard Fabio muse and the sound of flesh stroking flesh filled my ears. "The boy has some of me inside him after all."
"Free her, brother," Trig commanded, never breaking his punishing thrusts. "Untie her hands, Jethro, and watch me break your whore in half."
He had lost his mind.
His voice didn’t sound like it belonged to him anymore.
Possessed by the devil of power, and consumed by all seven of the deadly sins, Trig roughly took my body for his own.
Jet paled. "Trigger –"
"Do you want her holes?" he snarled, thrusting harder. "What are you going to do for her with that wilted stump." A harsh laugh tore from his chest. "You bet on the wrong brother, puta."
Fisting my hair, he dragged me back to him so hard that pain shot through my bound wrists.
"Look at my brother," he ordered. "He can't even harden for you. He cannot get aroused for the pussy of a whore!" Releasing my hair, he cupped the back of my neck and slammed my face down on the mattress, holding me captive. "Aplastaré tu coño, corderito!"
I felt like everything south of my navel was on fire and I needed to scream. Biting down so hard on my lip that I tasted my own blood, I smothered my sobs, knowing full well that such weakness would only encourage the others to take a turn.
Trigger continued to fuck me like he was a dog and I was his bitch in heat.
It was degrading.
It was sickeningly thrilling because even though he was taking my innocence, I, in turn, was taking something of much greater importance.
His freedom.
Fuck you, Trigger Laperro, I mentally hissed over and over as he continued to impale and stretch my tight opening.
I was too small for him.
The pain I was suffering assured me of that.
Te romperé de nuevo, bastardo.
Manic notions of revenge floated around in my mind, twisted visions of blood and fire, that ignited further with every cruel word that spilled from his snarling lips.
"Keep crying and he'll bleed you dry," Jet whispered in my ear, sounding panicked, as he leaned close and wiped the traitorous tears that were sliding down my cheeks. "It'll be over soon." Taking my chin in between his soft fingers, he pressed a kiss to my lips. It was a kiss that only seemed to infuriate his brother further.
"Take your mouth off of her!" Trig roared, fingers digging roughly into my body. "Or you will die at my hands, príncipe bebé."
Nervous, Jethro quickly stepped away from me, once again abandoning me for his brother to take.
And this was the man supposed to claim you, Ashton.
I shuddered and recoiled when one of Fabio's heavies, Solo, stepped forward next and pulled his cock free from his pants.
Another man to contest.
Terrified, I watched as he stroked himself off right in front of my face, pressing the glistening crown to my lips.
Panicked, I quickly turned my face back to Jethro, unable to suppress the whimper that tore from my throat.
Of course, Jet was growing thick again, the sight of the man's cock arousing him to no end.
He had Solo's cock before.
Many times.
While I had watched.
While I had covered for him.
Traitor.
"Do not even think about it," Trigger warned when both Jet and Solo reached for me. "I want to hear her screams when she comes on my cock." Trig slammed into me harder just to make a point. "When I fill her with my seed."
Solo narrowed his eyes. "She's fair game. You know the code –"
"I will skin your sons alive and feed their bones to their mothers if you put a finger on my woman," Trig threatened menacingly. "I will take your daughters and bathe in their blood and innocence. As for your whores? I will carve them to the bone and make blankets of their flesh. And I will keep you alive long enough to watch."
There he is, Ashton.
There's your Trig.
There's your dark prince.
Tú eres mi rey y yo soy tu reina...
"And you," Trig continued, still fucking me raw, directing his words at his brother now. "Put your cock near her mouth again, little brother, and I will cut it off you and ram it up your asshole."
"Such passion," Fabio chuckled from a distance. "Such promises."
"Trigger," Jet strangled out, looking frightened. "You're a madman."
"We are all madmen, hermano," Trig countered with a snarl. "It's a prerequisite of the code."
"But father promised her to me," Jet began to argue, once again betraying me in my time of need like I knew he would. Weak boy. "She's mine –"
"You had your turn," Trig snarled, cutting him off. "I contested." He slammed harder into me. "You were weak and underwhelming." A gasp tore from my throat. "I win this round, brother."
"She has three holes," Soto muttered sullenly. "The code says –"
"Three holes that I will fill with Laperro seed," Trig shot back, not missing a beat – or a thrust. "Now step back, camarado, or I will follow through with my gift to you."
"Such honesty," Fabio interjected with a heavy sigh. "Step back, Solo. Jethro, you lost. It's his show now."
"But father –"
"You both had a chance to break her in," his father countered hotly. "It was a fair match and you failed. Consider yourself lucky that I didn’t allow him to truly contest you, because you would be dead, son. That is as far as my mercy extends. Now your brother will finish her as he wishes." He looked to Trigger. "Alone?"
"Alone," Trig confirmed hungrily, tightening his hold on me.
Jet's face reddened. "But, she's mine –"
"Enough!" Fabio commanded with a roar. "She was yours to claim and you came like a teenage boy down her throat when her pussy was yours for the taking." Fabio sneered in disgust. "Your brother did not make such a boyish blunder. You disappoint me, Jethro." Narrowing his eyes, he growled, "Your brother, for once, does not."
"Don't worry, baby prince," Trig taunted, still moving inside of me. "I will gladly give her back to you once I am done." He hissed out a sharp breath, grunting when he speared me harder. "But I may be a while."
Disgusted with the jolt of pleasure that ricocheted through my body, I smothered a moan, refusing to allow my body to coax my mind into sexual submission.
I knew what was coming next.
The pain was arousing me and I loathed myself when my eyes rolled back in my head as a confusing fire of pain and lust spread inside of me.
The harder he fucked me, the brighter the fire burned until I was consumed in the feel of him.
In his anger.
In his heat.
In his pain.
In his dominance.
In the guttural snarls that tore from his chest and the sound of his balls slapping against my pussy.
Drowning in depravity and trembling from head to toe, I moaned loudly, too lost in sensation to care. "Oh god, Trig…"
"Oh, yes, my corderito," Trig half purred-half snarled in that thick Spanish drawl of his, pounding me harder. "You cannot help yourself, can you?" Wrapping my ponytail around his large fist, he yanked hard, snapping my head back. "You are soaking my cock with your need," he snarled in my ear. "My brother's whore is so wet for her rey."
No, Trig, that's my virginity you can feel.
The hand he was using to play with my ass moved to my throat. "Do you want my cock, corderito?" Never breaking his rhythm of fucking my pussy, he shifted onto the bed and knelt behind me, his chest to my back. "Hmm?" Reaching in front of me, he swiftly freed my hands from their binds. "How do you like to be taken?"
Kneeling behind me with my thighs spread over his, Trig wrapped a heavily inked arm around my stomach and dragged me down on his lap, thrus
ting deep inside me.
"Does he fuck you like this?" His fingers pressed into my throat. "Does he touch your womb with his cock like I do?" His lips moved to my shoulder. "My womb."
Rocking me on top of him, his thrusts switched from violent to sensual and I arched my back, seeking more from this monster.
"More?" he purred in my ear.
Delirious from sensation, I sagged against his big body and nodded, breathless.
"My little lamb," he coaxed, tongue trailing up my neck. "My dirty, little lamb all sullied and impure." Tutting softly, he bit down on my shoulder. "Bad girl."
"Trig," I moaned, reaching up to clutch his forearm. Trembling violently, I glanced around the room at the men masturbating to us. "Oh, god, Trig, please, oh god –"
"God does not answer the prayers of whores," he growled, shifting his hips and pushing in deeper. "Your fate is with the devil now."
The hand he had on my belly moved to cup my breast, his fingers tweaking my nipple teasingly, his earlier force long forgotten.
"Take me into your body, mi puta reina." Tugging on my earlobe with his teeth, he slowly trailed his hand from my throat down my stomach, not stopping until he reached my pussy. "Greedy little coño." He growled his approval, suckling and nipping my throat. "So wet and ripe."
"Take her ass," Solo grunted, not bothering to hide his arousal as he pulled on his shaft mere feet from the bed. "Finish this and rip the bitch open."
A choked gasp tore from my chest at his request and I let my head fall against Trig's shoulder, too consumed in sensation to feel the fear I needed to. "Please..."
"Would you like that, corderito?" Trig asked, his voice taking on a soft, drugging lilt, as he thumbed my clit and rocked into me. "Would you like me to finish you?"
Moaning, I writhed on his lap, both shaking and nodding my head.
"So indecisive," he chuckled and then groaned when he pushed deeper inside me. "I can make it good for you." Reaching up, he cupped my jaw in his hand and tilted my face sideways to face him. "Or painful." Leaning in, he pressed his full lips to mine and desire erupted inside of me. "Or you can have my brother in your asshole." Trailing his tongue over my bottom lip, he dragged it into his mouth and sank his teeth. "Your choice, corderito."
"You," I strangled out without an ounce of hesitation, chest heaving. "I want you."
"Me?" His tone was derisive and mocking now as he clutched my jaw, dark eyes feral, wild, and locked on mine. "How quick you are to jump ships, my little puta traidora." He kissed my lips again, softer this time, entangling his tongue with mine in a kiss so heady I felt it down to my bones. "Was he a disappointment the last time you let him have you?" he asked softly, menacingly, as he tore his lips away, denying me once more. "Hmm?" Trailing his thumb over my chin, he dropped his hand to my breast. "Did he not satisfy your hungry little coño?"
I shook my head in honesty. "No, Trig," I breathed, panting and rocking my back against his chest. "Only you."
"Only me," he mimicked, lip curling up in disgust. "Pity you did not remember me when you let them fuck you."
A guttural male groan came from close by and I turned my head to see another one of Fabio's men ejaculating.
"You make all these men come, puta," Trig purred as he reached a hand between us and cupped the back of my neck. Pushing me onto my hands and knees before him, Trigger pulled out of me, hands moving to part my cheeks. "Now, make your –"
His words broke off and his hands left my body.
"What is this?" he hissed then, voice strained, hand moving to my pussy. "You bleed?" he demanded when I didn’t respond. Grabbing my hair, he dragged me back to his chest and thrust his blood covered fingers in front of my face. "Your period?"
"No," I breathed, panting.
"You lie," he snarled and I could feel his body shaking against mine. "More of your games." He yanked on my hair. "More of your mind fucking."
"No games," I whispered, panicked and aroused. "I promise."
"The promise of a whore!" he strangled out, body rigid. "No more lies, corderito. I cannot take it. I will explode!"
"She's not a whore," Jethro interjected with a grimace as he tucked himself away. "At least, she wasn’t until you violated her."
"Hijo de puta!" Trig roared, jerking away from my body like I had scalded him. "No puedo creer esto!" Resorting entirely to his mother tongue, he charged his brother, pinning Jethro to the wall. "Me dejaste follarla como una puta!"
His words were coming so fast as he repeatedly slammed Jethro to the wall that I couldn't make sense of what he was saying.
Shivering, I remained exactly where I was, watching his meltdown.
"La lastimé," Trig choked out, sounding pained. "Me dejaste lastimarla!"
"Enough, Trigger," their father announced with a throaty laugh. Instantly, his heavies were on sight to pull Trig away from his brother. "Finish the initiation and claim your whore or I'll offer her up to my men."
Furious, Trigger swung his frantic gaze on his father. "You cannot be serious!"
"Oh, I am," his father replied, holding out a knife for his son to take. "If you want the bitch, she's yours. However, I doubt she'll be as devoted to you and your noble cause as she once was." Smirking cruelly, he added, "Since you behaved so unfavorably towards your precious, little reina."
I saw the moment awareness dawned on Trigger.
I saw the betrayal in his eyes as he finally put the pieces of the jigsaw together in his mind.
His gaze swung to me, guilt and uncertainty shining out of him. "Corderito?"
I offered him no comfort in return.
It wasn’t okay.
What he did to me that night and this night would never be okay.
Therefore, I remained like a statue on the bed, waiting for this to be over.
"Finish this," Fabio repeated sternly.
"I will not," Trig declared hoarsely, swinging his gaze back to his father. "No more."
"Finish it, my bastard boy, or I will," Fabio seethed. "Take her third hole, share your blood with her, and she's all yours. Deny her again, and I will personally fuck her until all that's left of her is your memories."
Releasing a strangled snarl, Trig ran his hands through his hair. "Bastardo!"
Glancing down at his naked form, he groaned loudly, seeing the blood now.
Seeing the truth.
"You fucked me over," he accused, voice thick with emotion. "You tricked me."
"You were getting notions," his father mused. "You and your little whore queen. Thinking you could take on my world. Thinking she was worth more than a hole. Women are not equal to us, son, and yet, you treated that whore like she was above your own family. Above your father! What kind of message does that send out? Fabio Crellid's boy, pussy-whipped and in love. A fucking woman pulling his strings –" He paused to spit in disgust. "Shameful. And you flew high with the heiress whore by your side. You were strong. Challenging. Two powerful family names combined. A threat I eliminated. Now, she hates you, Trigger. You defiled her body like she was a piece of meat to take. You savaged her. You butchered her. You insulted her integrity. You pissed on your so-called eternal love. She will never look at you as she once did. You saw to that tonight." He laughed cruelly. "And now you are finally aware of where you rank in my world, bastard. Now, you understand that I can and will take her from you if you think of falling out of line again." He laughed cruelly. "She was your little doll, Trigger. She worshipped the ground you walked on. She would never betray her bastard prince. She was faithful to a fault. And you abandoned her so easily. You never looked back. Never checked. Never cared. You left your little lamb to fend for herself."
"Because you lied!" Trigger roared back, chest heaving. "You all lied!" He turned to Jethro. "You betrayed me, brother."
"No," Jethro countered shakily. "I never betrayed you, brother, but you betrayed her. I saved her when you refused to!"
"Ashton," Trig choked out, moving for me now. "Corderito, I didn’t know."
"Just finish it, Trig," was all I replied, broken, as I moved into position for him. "I'm tired."
"Stop!" Another pained growl tore from his chest and he backed away. "Get up, Ashton. Do not –"
"Do it," I bit out, blinking back my tears. "Don’t fail me again."
He visibly flinched from my words and I was glad.
The truth hurts, doesn’t it, mi rey?
"I won't hurt you," he promised, moving for the bed. "Never again, corderito."
"I don’t care," I whispered wearily. "Just get it over with."
"I will break her, son," Fabio warned, smirking. "You have one minute to finish this or I will crush your queen."
"Fuck you!" Trig snarled back.
"No, son," his father laughed. "Fuck her. And be quick about it. My patience is wearing thin."
Trembling, Trig moved into position behind me, hands trailing almost reverently down my back as he gently positioned our bodies together, his gentle touch a stark contrast to his earlier brutality.
Sliding a hand between our bodies, he smeared my hole and then groaned in what sounded like genuine agony when he guided his thick crown inside my ass.
Wincing, I cried out and gripped the mattress, feeling more than just my body break. "Corderito," he whispered brokenly when he was fully inside me. Exhaling a ragged breath, he dropped his head to rest on my back. "Perdóname."
Forgive me.
Not moving an inch, he traced my spine with his finger, big body bowed over mine, as he whispered, "Perdóname," over and over again, pressing soft kisses to my flesh before slowly pulling out of me.
"Now, finish the initiation," his father instructed. "Bleed together. Her first and then you."
"Te haré sufrir por esto," Trig hissed, glaring at his father before shifting on the mattress to face me. "I will fix this."
Not bothering to respond, I took the knife his father held out to me and opened my mouth. Knowing what had to be done next and knowing I didn’t have a choice in this, I forced my mind to go blank.
In one swift movement, I guided the blade down my tongue, ignoring the metallic taste of copper, before holding the knife out for Trig to take.
Keeping his dark eyes on mine, he slowly raised the knife and drew a matching line down his tongue before tossing the knife away.