“Now, my lady, what would you like to do first?” Charles stepped back to put an arm around Nicole’s waist.
Closing her eyes, Sophia steeled herself with a soothing breath. A nasty pinch to her nipple sent them wide again. Charles had bitten it and leaned back, pulling it farther from her chest. She screamed at the pain of it, but he didn’t release. Instead he traced the inside of her thigh with his fingers.
A searing slap to her bottom made her rock, and the tugging on her nipple intensified. Nicole rounded her and ran her fingers through Charles’ shiny black hair. She smacked Sophia again while grinning.
Sophia gasped when Charles released her nipple, the rush of blood making it tingle. “Dio!”
“I’ll have you crying to more than just God.” He caught the curly hair between her legs in his fingers and pulled. Tears sprang to her eyes, but she fought back a scream.
He bit her ear lobe before whispering, “Go on, scream.”
She huffed but didn’t comply.
Holding a brush, Nicole returned to her suitor and captive. “How about this?” Winding her arm back, she cracked it on the back of Sophia leg.
Screaming, she pulled against the bonds holding her and remembered just in time to release them, that she could tear the silk. Heat seared her skin where the brush had landed, stinging and raw. Gritting her teeth, she stared down the woman holding the brush. Despite her pain and nakedness, she donned her most imperious attitude. It wasn’t something that she’d ever called on before, but it came easily. Her will was strong, stronger than this pair of bullies.
“We’ll have more of that soon,” Charles promised, gaining Sophia’s attention. His grin was hungry, predatory, but as a higher predator, she wasn’t intimidated by it. She looked on him with the same disdain as Nicole.
It was clear she had shaken the woman, who let the brush fall to her side, but the man ignored her. Lifting her leg high enough to brace on his shoulder, he pulled the hair to one side, opening her lips. “What can we do here?” he pondered aloud. “Mademoiselle, do you have something suitable? A bottle or jar perhaps?”
If fear had halted Nicole before, it was absent now. “I will find something.” She gave Sophia a wicked grin before moving out of the vampire’s field of vision.
While she searched, Charles stuffed one of her stockings in her mouth. “Those screams were lovely, but I’ll like them even better muffled.” He used his fingers. Inserting them, he stretched her. He spat on his fingers when she didn’t moisten from his touch and adding more and more fingers.
“We’ll get you good and open here and then do the same behind.”
Sophia, gazing at him askance, looked away in disgust. Her anus wasn’t untouched, so this would be less painful than for most women, but she didn’t relish his rough treatment, nothing like being shared by two men and taking both.
“Will this work?” Nicole brought one of Sophia’s slippers, worn and thin.
Charles pulled his hand free to roll up the soft sole. “Yeah, that’ll do. Meanwhile, hit her again with that brush, would you? She’s entirely too calm.”
He was out of luck if he thought to break her calm. When that happened, she would snap the silk tie securing her and drain him of blood. That thought brought a smile around the stocking in her mouth. Rationally, she couldn’t kill him, not without being killed herself before she escaped, but that didn’t mean he wouldn’t taste sweet before she burned.
Nicole landed an equally strong blow on her opposite leg and the smile twisted but didn’t disappear entirely. That unnerved Charles slightly. He huffed and shook any concern off, wedging the rolled up slipper into her channel. It caught and rasped as he pushed it in. She twisted and writhed, instinctively, but neither escaped nor tore free of her bonds.
“Tight cunt. Maybe I should have put myself there instead. Give me the brush, please.” He accepted the makeshift paddle from Nicole and clapped it on her mound.
Eyes wide, Sophia tried to comprehend what he’d just done. “Ah!”
“You can fight pain, but pleasure isn’t as easy, is it?” He pulled her skin up, exposing more of her clit and gave a series of quick taps. None of them were hard, they didn’t sting, but each sent a wave up her sex and belly, a flush that broke over her.
He wound up and landed a blow on the outside of her thigh and she screamed at the pain around her stocking. It was washed out as he stimulated her sex again.
He looked at the brush, turning it in his hand. “Yeah, let’s start with this.”
Sophia’s eyes bulged as the wooden handle was pressed against her anus.
“Spread her for me.” Charles was already out of view and Nicole moved around her as well, a second pair of hands on her ass.
One of them spat and the two held her hips steady. She wrenched and twisted, but the wood was slowly shoved inside her. The pain wasn’t unbearable, but tears burned in her eyes and she pulled on the tie holding her, a guttural growl rumbling through her. Searching for some pleasure to focus on, she imagined killing them both, drinking them dry, and leaving their bodies to rot on a midden heap. Even so, she accepted what they did, praying this would help her friend in the long run.
“Now that’s done.” Charles took hold of the slipper in one hand and put his other thumb on her nub, rubbing back and forth. “Hold on back there. We’ll saw her in half.” His grin gleamed in the lamplight, but Sophia refused to let it affect her.
“If we die, you die,” Nicole reminded her from behind.
“What’s that? I can’t think this little thing could kill us.” He bit her nipple again and she rocked on her single foot, gyrating against the jolt that ran through her. “We might kill her though. You aren’t attached to her, are you?” His assault on her clit never slowed and despite all her efforts to keep pain at bay, the pleasure of the treatment started to seep into the slipper. It still rasped, but instead of hurting, it fueled the fire he was trying to spark.
“Let’s have a look there.” Charles peered around her hip and stopped rubbing to slap her thigh. “That’s perfect. Look at it fucking you. Back and forth,” he told Nicole, taking better grip on the slipper.
Sophia’s screams doubled as the two objects moved inside her, sawing her just as he’d said. A climax grew and she bore down on both the brush and the slipper, neither actually stopping. She’d resisted begging before now, but her body ached from toe to shoulder. Using her tongue to dislodge the stocking, she cried. “Please, stop!”
“Hmm, no. Press in and out, in and out.” The pair fell into a rhythm, working together to split her rather than saw. She saw stars before the second orgasm tore through her.
“Now that you’re filled down there.” Her arms fell and as her weight came into her feet, she nearly fell. Charles caught her and set her on her knees. “One more place to fuck you.” He pulled her chin down and unbuttoned his fly to reveal his fully erect cock, dripping. It brushed Sophia’s nose before he shoved it in her mouth. “Keep fucking her, Nicole. See if you can make her come again.
Sophia wondered if biting off his member would teach him not to stick it in women’s mouths. She did bite him, she couldn’t stop that, but it was no worse than his bites that evening. It took more concentration not to chomp down when Nicole worked the slipper, making Sophia’s vision blur again.
The torture, she prayed, was over when Charles shot strings of cum down her throat and she gagged and coughed it out of her mouth and nose. She had nothing in her stomach to come up with it, thankfully, and reached for the rude tools used to fuck her. They were yanked free before she got hold of either.
She was about to scramble up when Charles grabbed her and planted her face down on the bed, sitting astride her hips. “I need that brush.”
Kicking and screaming, Sophia eventually bucked him off her back, but not before her entire behind was flaring with heat and pain.
Nicole blocked the vampire’s line-of-sight with the offending man. “You are very strong. I forget that.” She sneered. �
�Unnaturally so.”
Charles huffed and climbed to his feet. “Not unnatural, no. It wouldn’t be any fun if they couldn’t fight. You just have to hurt them hard enough and they find amazing reserves. Now, my lady, I will bid you good night and leave you and your maid to tend one another.”
Nicole hurried to the door, blocking his exit. Sophia fell onto her stomach again, heaving a sigh of relief. She hadn’t exposed herself. All the pains were healing and none would plague her long. Although she couldn’t see the eldest sister, she could hear her.
“You plan to abuse my maid and simply walk away? I believe you owe me some compensation.”
Charles snorted. “I could give you a whore’s pay, if that’s what you want.”
“It is not. I want you to offer me more. Perhaps a permanent place for me and my maid?”
Despite her face being buried in a pillow, she was sure she could feel their eyes on her. Nicole could make any promises she wanted, but Sophia would not live under the same roof as that man.
“Perhaps. You would consent to doing this again?” For a moment, Sophia thought he was asking her and she started to formulate a suitable reply, but it seemed he meant for Nicole to assent.
“It would be a pleasure to me as well.”
“And what if I wanted to do the same to you.”
Sophia chuckled into the pillow. How much would she pay to see that?
“A tad less roughly, I hope, but I think we can work something out. A marital arrangement?”
“Let me pass, mademoiselle, before I take you here and now.”
“Do it. I’ll be quick to go to your father with mine and my maid’s marks to show for it.”
“I won’t leave any marks.”
Sophia rolled onto her side when the next noises were less clear. Charles had Nicole pinned, facing the door and lifted her skirt. She couldn’t see the woman’s expression, but the cries she gave were not all painful.
“You’ve had a man. If you hadn’t you’d be screaming to heaven right now. You think I want a used woman?”
“I think, if I go to your father with blood on my thighs, he’ll believe you did the deflowering.”
Charles grunted. “Perhaps. Perhaps it will be good to sink myself in here again. Or here?”
Nicole did scream as his cock pierced her ass. “No! Get off me!”
“Yes, little wife, squirm for me. That’s divine.”
“It hurts, you cur, let me go!”
“Ah, yes, just like that, tight and twitching.” He groaned and Nicole stilled, her screams turning to sobs.
“My father will contact yours. I look forward to a wife as deplorable as myself.”
Sophia could see him fiddling with the waist of his pants, most likely fastening his fly. He kicked Nicole out of the way so he could open the door. It wasn’t a hard kick, more of a rolling nudge. She continued to weep, but Sophia had no sympathy.
Half an hour later, Sophia heard footsteps outside. Washed and dressed, she still crouched, coiling, prepared for Charles to come through the door.
“Nicole? Are you in here?” Claudette nearly tripped over her sister in the doorway. “Nicole? What happened? Oh, dear, are you hurt? What happened?”
Sophia relaxed but kept her distance from the pair. “She brought a man to use me and got used herself. She’ll be fine. Suck up those tears, my lady. You’ve gotten what you wanted.”
“It burns,” she whined, rubbing her bottom.
“Yours burns? Let’s see how you do with a brush.” She jumped up to retrieve the hated implement.
“How do you plan to use that?” Claudette grabbed Sophia’s wrist, halting her.
“Exactly as she used it on me!” Pulling her arm free, she crossed it under her breasts.
“No! Please! Stop her, Claudette.” A new wave of tears coursed down the vile woman’s face. “I’m sorry. I apologize, Sophia. I know I coerced you, and you could have killed us both, and I’m sorry for putting you in such a position.
She scoffed. “You put me in exactly the position you intended. I hope he fucks your ass every night.” She threw the brush to the floor beside Nicole’s head and stalked away. Claudette followed her.
“Are you hurt?” she asked, looking Sophia over from head to toe. “You don’t look hurt.”
“Oh, I’m hurt for certain. I heal quickly, but I won’t be sitting any time soon.” She turned and lifted her skirt to show her bruises to the middle sister.
Claudette gasped. “Nicole did this?”
Sophia sniffed. “No. Her fiancé did. She merely assisted.”
Claudette shook her head. “How did you resist killing them? I think I would have tried, and I wouldn’t have a chance of succeeding like you.”
Sophia felt some of her rage melting away. “I don’t relish killing people. In all honesty, the only reason Nicole breathes is that I knew killing her would bring fire down on me. I don’t trust her. I never have.”
Claudette nodded, looking back on her sister with disdain. “I think I understand. She was using you at home as well, wasn’t she? Well, if she’s getting married you won’t have to live with her much longer.”
Sophia sighed in relief. “That’s true. I suppose she did achieve our purpose here. Once she has a husband, she can look after you and Louise.”
“Louise! I forgot to tell you. She’s got a suitor. Or, she thinks she does. He has been dancing with her all night.
Sophia dropped her crossed arms and felt the last of her anger flow away. “She has? I’m so glad to hear it. I’m sure one or both will find a place for you.”
Claudette’s smile wasn’t as broad. “Perhaps. I’m not giving up finding my own husband. Nicole’s wedding should be the perfect time.”
Louise opened the door and swirled in, skirts swaying as she danced to music only she could hear. Nicole had quieted enough that the youngest sister didn’t pause in passing her and taking Sophia by the arms. Together they spun around the room.
Sophia laughed and hugged her. “I’m happy for you! What is his name?”
“Daniel. He is sweet and awkward and funny. I know those don’t sound good, but it really is.” Her eyes were dreamy as she backed up the bed and flopped back on it. “I hope to see him again tomorrow.”
“Tomorrow.” Nicole stood and moved toward the others. Sophia backed away. “We leave in the morning. Earlier is better.”
“Why?” Louise asked sitting up. “I know we have to go and leave early enough to make the journey, but we don’t have to rush out at dawn.”
“I do.” She looked at Sophia. “And she will want to travel in the early light as well.”
Exhaling heavily, Sophia sided with Louise. “Actually, that will guarantee I’m in the carriage at the brightest hours. I’d rather leave later.”
“We are leaving as soon as all our belongings are gathered, which Sophia will do tonight.” She grabbed for Claudette’s and Louise’s hands. “I fear I’ve made a deal with the devil and would like as much time as possible to reconcile myself with it.”
Sophia huffed and began packing cosmetics and setting out the plainer dresses the sisters would wear in the carriage.
“You don’t have to do it,” Claudette argued. “We will have other chances.”
“No, we won’t. Even if Louise has caught herself a husband, she is the youngest of us. What family is going to take in two spinsters? My marriage will ease yours, even if hers comes before it. To get there, I need to leave here before anyone suspects how destitute we are.”
Louise didn’t smile but rose to help Nicole remove her gown. Sophia waved for Claudette to come to her for assistance. While she had the middle sister alone, she asked, “Don’t tell Louise what happened to me. I don’t want to ruin any happiness she has found tonight.”
“You are a stronger woman than I, Sophia. Will you help me land a husband?”
Sophia folded the skirt carefully and put it at the bottom of the trunk. “I will, just don’t use me as she did.”
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br /> “Never!” Claudette grabbed Sophia’s hands as soon as they’d finished their task. “I would never put you in that position. I still can’t believe she did. What was she thinking?”
“She was thinking of her future, and yours, and Louise’s. Me, however, she didn’t think of at all.”
“I do. I seek your help not your ire.”
“And when I can help you, you can be sure I’ll be there. Now, if we’re to be off early, you’d best get some sleep.”
Louise took Claudette’s place. “What happened?”
“What do you mean?” Sophia asked.
“To Nicole. She’s been crying.”
Sophia’s jaw tensed and she had to ease it before she could speak. “Her new husband is less than gentle.”
“Did he rape her?” Louise asked, spinning to face her with wide eyes.
“Yes.”
“And she still plans to marry him?” Louise’s brow furrowed in confusion and concern.
“Leave Nicole to tend to her own affairs. She’s old enough to understand what she’s doing.” Sophia turned Louise around so she could finish removing her gown. “Tell me, are your feet sore?”
Louise giggled. “Yes, quite. Even chasing after Nicole and Claudette, I don’t think I’ve ever been so tired.”
“Go, lie down. I’ll join you once I get this trunk filled.” She set about collecting Nicole’s dress from next to her bed. The woman snuffled, but it wasn’t quite a snore.
“I’m sorry,” she whispered. “I’m sorry.”
Sophia had a pang of sympathy. “You will pay for what has happened tonight. You owe me nothing.”
Nicole took a ragged, sobbing breath. “I will.” She covered her face with her hands.
Sophia turned down the lamps, leaving herself in the dark with their belongings. She prayed the wedding wasn’t delayed.
Chapter Five
Over the following weeks, couriers and letters came and went. Sophia didn’t completely follow the web of lies and falsehoods by which Nicole arranged her marriage, but Nicole informed her that they were spending the week leading up to the event with her husband’s family.
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