Rusty’s eyes widened, and her emotions by-passed her usual anger and shot straight to fear when she saw the way he glared at her. He unzipped his jeans, and the huge cock that had given her pussy so much pleasure bounced off her cheek. “Eeee… eeese,” she screamed, and tears splashed onto Kyle’s thigh. No. Please don’t make me do that. She smelled his sex and thought about him pushing himself between her stretched lips.
“Now, this is the deal, Rusty.” Kyle triggered the remote, and she felt the vibrator buzz on her clit and the two rods begin to undulate inside of her. He listened to her gasping and groans for a moment, and then he said, “You’re going to suck me until I cum, and then we switch the toy off until I’m ready again.” He centered the ring around his cock and pushed down on her head until he hit the back of her throat. She made a few retching heaves that felt damn good against his shaft, and then nothing except sobbing.
Edna thought about Las Vegas and the few friends who knew she was leaving. She had been careful, because if she had said too much the casino would have fired her. Everyone thought she was dating a bartender from another club. She had called him Michael, and said that he was from New York. She had done a proficient job of leaving no trace of herself when she left.
Her muscles were already raw and aching from the circulating rods and the penis pushing insistently in her mouth… “Aaah… oh, eese…,” the first climax hit with surprising intensity, and she immediately felt the sensation building again.
It took fifteen minutes before Kyle felt the first hesitant swipe of her tongue, a retch, and a minor effort of sucking. Meanwhile, the dildos kept torturing her insides and she was approaching another climax from the vibrator. By evening at the rest stop, Rusty had cum saturating her cheeks from where it managed to leak out around the gag. Most of it was swallowed in retching response, and she had lost count after the fifth time they had gone through the experience.
His softened cock was still in her mouth, and her eyes were closed in exhaustion while the dildos remained quiet. She was scared to swallow or inhale too deeply and elicit the hardening thickening of the rod in her mouth. The bastard was on the phone, and she muffled a shriek for help around the gag and his shaft. She felt the stirring in her cheeks and began to wail when the remote was turned on again.
Cynthia told Kyle about Liam’s little angel, and she warned him about making fun of his twin. “Kyle, it will happen to you some day. Now, you will greet your new sister-in-law with politeness. Frances is not a flower; she is your brother’s angel.”
“Yes, mother. Damn, Liam in love? What a bitch. I feel sorry for the poor bastard.”
“Kyle,” Cynthia reprimanded. “You talk to your father if you think Liam has something to feel bad about.”
“God, mother, that’s not what I meant. I mean, you and father are different. You… I don’t know… compliment each other, I guess. You make each other better.”
“And that is just what Frances is going to do for your brother, Kyle. We should wish them both the happiness that Alexander and I share,” Cynthia said. She knew that Kyle would feel a slight loss at having to share his twin with the girl. The twins would have to work it out with Frances, somehow.
Kyle hung up and wrapped his hands in Rusty’s hair, jerking and angrily thrusting deeper down her throat. “You feel that?” he gritted out. “That’s tomorrow, Rusty. Tomorrow you take me all the way down.”
He leaned the seats back slightly, and pulled her onto her back and further onto his lap so that her legs could rest on the seat. The shifter stuck into the small of her back just above where her wrists were secured to her ankles, and the entire position was painful. Due to the extreme bindings, her thighs were spread, and Kyle tossed off the blanket and stared at her sopping wet pussy. He gripped her opened jaw, stared into her terrified eyes, and he flipped the switch to the remote again. He glanced once at her belly and saw the monsters rolling around inside her while the vibrator buzzed.
“You fucking cunt, open your eyes,” he demanded. Rusty forced herself to stare into the sadistic green glare, while she sobbed her climax through the metal ring holding her jaws open.
They left after Kyle had a few hours’ sleep, and just as he had promised, he was forcing himself fully down her throat by the time they pulled into the estate driveway in the late afternoon. Predictably, Sloan was waiting, but Daryl joined him soon after.
Daryl lifted the blanket off the kneeling girl and studied her predicament. “How long have you been keeping her like that?”
“Almost since Vegas,” Kyle replied proudly.
Sloan folded his arms across his chest. “You’re lucky mother’s been keeping busy with Orchid, or she’d be pissed off at how tired this redhead’s going to be.”
“She’s a bitch,” Kyle explained.
“All redheads are bitches, Kyle,” Daryl assured him. “Did you hear about Liam?”
The men began unwinding the girl from her bound position, leaving the ring gag but removing the dildos. Her exhausted, pleading eyes moved from Sloan to Daryl, but she was too tired to do more than moan a little.
“Yes, mother told me. You think it’s the real deal for him?”
“I know he’s fucked up about it,” Daryl answered.
Sloan said, “Kyle, don’t give him any shit about it, okay?”
Kyle was going to spout a smartass retort, but the look in his oldest brother’s eyes stopped him. One thing about living with a family of sadists, everyone held secret torments that were best left unspoken. “I got it, Sloan. I take it you’re patrolling me on this.”
“I told you, mother is busy with Orchid.”
Kyle’s head snapped up. “The Orchid?”
Daryl smiled. “Yep, and she and father have left us to practically train Belladonna by ourselves. I bet they throw your redhead to us, too.”
“Well, that should keep my mind off of Liam, huh Sloan?” Kyle smacked the girl on her bare ass. “What do you think, Rusty? Won’t it be nice to spend some more time together?” Rusty hitched a miserable sob.
The door opened and Cynthia stood on the landing. She had a wide smile on her lips and her green eyes sparkled.
“God, Sloan, she looks great,” Kyle whispered.
“I can’t take the credit, Kyle. Daryl found her flower,” Sloan replied.
Kyle looked over at Daryl and smiled. “Shit, Daryl, congrats.”
Daryl helped Kyle lead the wasted girl up the steps to their mother. Cynthia leaned forward, kissed Kyle’s cheek, and whispered, “This has been such an exciting collection.”
Kyle smiled. “When do I get to see your Orchid?”
Cynthia almost blushed. “After you rest up… but, she’s nowhere near ready to be displayed publicly,” she said in a rush.
“It took ten years for your perfection in the outside garden, Mother. No one expects your new bloom to be hurried,” Kyle said warmly. She really did look great. So passionately excited… and Kyle realized he was a little jealous he had not found the girl that put the look on her face.
Rusty was being ignored, other than Daryl adjusting his grip on her arm to keep her from falling. Her senses were dulled and she watched the woman talk to her sons in numb silence.
Kyle asked, “Did Liam send you a picture of this angel of his?”
Cynthia shook her head. “No. I don’t need to see her, Kyle. I hear her beauty in his voice.” Now that the boys were together, she dropped the bombshell. “Liam’s angel is albino.”
The brothers stood in silence, until Daryl whispered, “I guess he wins the bet, then. You don’t get much blonder than that.”
Kyle asked, “Does she have red eyes?”
Cynthia scowled. “I didn’t ask, but I doubt it. Now, they’ll be here in a few days. I’m going to want the garden contained until we get the girl settled, and anyone who embarrasses our family in front of this girl stays home for the next collecting period. Do I make myself clear?”
Sloan put his hand on her shoulder and looked in
to her eyes. “Mother, there is no possible way that any of us could not fall in love with someone who fits in with our family. I think you should trust your sons a little more.”
“You’re right… of course you are, Sloan.” Her eyes looked as though they would fill. “It’s just that, well, he’s my baby.”
Kyle finally stammered, “Right. And Daryl brings back your Orchid, Sloan gets to keep me in line and train Belladonna, you ignore my real redhead with practically no freckles… and Liam is not the baby. I am, by nine minutes,” Kyle reminded her proudly.
Cynthia cupped his chin and smiled affectionately. “So you remind me constantly, Kyle.”
Kyle realized belatedly that he had set himself up for the slight insult. He decided it was better not to try to match wits with her. “I’m sorry, Mother. I guess I’m a little overtired.”
“Well, let’s get a look at your flower. Sloan, I want you in charge of her training with Daryl and Kyle as backup. You’re doing a good job with Belladonna, but she hasn’t been exposed to Kyle’s methods yet,” Cynthia said.
Kyle was somewhat pacified that his mother recognized he did have a unique brand of training. He stood a little straighter, until his mother looked Rusty up and down. “For goodness sakes, Kyle. The girl has cum dripping out of both ends of her. And her pussy…” Cynthia walked to the girl’s back and spread her cheeks, “and bottom are raw. What the devil did you do to her?”
Rusty looked at the woman with almost gratitude that she recognized the abuse she had been subjected to. When the stupid ring was out of her mouth, she would really be able to tell the woman what a brute the man had been to her.
Kyle smiled and replied, “She didn’t like to give head… and now she does.”
“Oh, well as long as it was for a good reason. I’m sorry I questioned you, Kyle,” Cynthia replied.
“Are you going to name her… or do you want her washed first?” Sloan asked. He was proud that he was given the reins to work this one from the very beginning.
“Did you say that she had a rather feisty nature, Kyle?”
“Oh yeah. If you weren’t busy with Orchid, you would have enjoyed her.” Kyle tried to keep the disappointment out of his voice. After Marigold, he had hoped to redeem himself.
Cynthia sensed her baby’s dejection, and that would simply not be tolerated. She took his arm. “Sloan, hold the girl up a moment, please.”
“Yes, mother.” Sloan took the girl’s arm.
Cynthia led Kyle to her garden and she pointed a few feet in front of them. “What do you think? I only perfected the color this year.”
Kyle’s eyes widened, and he turned to look back at Rusty, and then at the flower. “Oh mother, it’s perfect.”
“You do realize that she’ll need your special blend of training, Kyle. With a name like that, she’s going to end up purchased by a more severe buyer,” Cynthia said. She was pleased when his dejected shoulders straightened.
“Sloan and Daryl will help make sure we get it right, mother.”
Cynthia guided him back to the girl, pleased that the family was calmed. “Sloan, let Kyle collar her please.”
“Yes, mother,” Sloan agreed. “Kyle, can you do it before hitting the sack?”
“You and Daryl wash?” Kyle confirmed.
“No problem. Daryl will show you Belladonna, too,” Sloan replied.
Even Daryl recognized that they were soothing the twin’s hurt feelings. “What’s her name?” he asked.
Kyle grinned proudly. “She’s naming her Snapdragon, after her new copper hybrid.”
Daryl whistled and said, “Oh boy, this one’s going to be fun.”
After she was collared and washed, Snapdragon was locked inside a cage. Kyle had exhausted the girl so much that she barely reacted to her cleaning, and Sloan felt a little cheated. He would make sure the new flower made it up to him later.
The household was busy getting the flowers into containers before Liam arrived with his angel. As they would be staying in the guest house, it would not be long before the servants were freed to do their chores again. Cynthia asked the cook to make something simple, because they would need her to also serve the meal.
Everyone was becoming slightly on edge. It was obvious Kyle had not been successful in hiding his depression over his twin. The boys had been practically inseparable since birth, and Cynthia finally had to put her foot down four years ago to get them to collect in different areas. Sloan had been the one who had actually devised the ‘game’ that sent the four brothers in different directions.
Cynthia smiled up at her oldest son. He was so very like his father. He had Alexander’s looks, as well as his patience and calm wisdom. When the time came, he would inherit the estate. Cynthia and Alexander were already working on purchasing the neighboring properties for their other sons, though they had not told them their plans.
Chapter VII
“Are you sure I look okay?” Frances worried.
“You’re beautiful, Frances. Stop fussing with your hair,” Liam chuckled. He held her hand and gently rubbed her knuckles.
“I usually don’t wear it down like this. I mean, I think it makes me look even more white and washed out.”
“You’re gorgeous, and your hair down looks like a halo or wings. Mother wears her hair down most of the time, though she puts it up when we have guests,” Liam chatted.
“Maybe I should put mine up, then.” Frances reached for her brush.
“Leave it alone, Frances. I like it down like that, and I don’t give a damn what the rest of them think.”
They passed the tree line and the lit castle came into view. Frances became impossibly paler. “Oh god, Liam. I can’t do this.”
“You were hitchhiking across four states to a concert when I found you, Frances. I’m sure you can survive meeting my family,” Liam replied. Luckily, calming her nerves had allowed him no time to think about his own concerns. The hell with them. If they don’t like her… well… well… we’ll just leave, that’s all. I don’t need their approval. The problem was, Liam knew that he did. Their family’s ‘odd’ tastes, had kept them involved with a select group of people that Liam did not really want to give up.
He glanced over at Frances as he pulled to a stop. She was his ethereal beauty, and he was sure they would adore her. Liam had bought her a pale blue sweater and cream colored linen slacks. He stopped her from putting on too much makeup to cover what she thought to be a ghostly face, and he had her put the barest tint of lipstick on. He leaned over to kiss most of it off. “You look beautiful, Frances. Come on.”
Liam opened her car door and led her up the steps. They were met in the dimmed foyer by the whole family, and Liam felt Frances begin to tremble as he held her arm wrapped in his. The welcome Cynthia planned froze on her lips and she stared at the girl. Unfortunately, this gave Kyle time to speak up. “You could use a little sun on your cheeks, girl.”
Liam had forgotten to mention that he was an identical twin, but Frances recovered quickly from the surprise and shot back, “At least I’m original enough to have my own face.”
Daryl leaned across Sloan and looked at Kyle. Except for their mother, no women ever challenged them.
“Okay, Liam, she can stay,” Kyle grinned. He walked forward and held out his hand, and instead of a shake, he pulled her into a hug. He leaned down and whispered, “Don’t hurt him, okay?”
Frances was overwhelmed. Though most people could not tell the boys apart, she instinctively knew that she would always see the difference. “Never, Kyle. I will never do that.” He hugged her again, and stepped beside his brother.
“Oh, my,” Cynthia finally managed. “When Liam told me your were his angel, I didn’t realize he meant it so literally.” She stepped forward and took the girl’s pale hands and turned them over. “You are positively exquisite, Frances. Welcome to our home.”
“Thank you, Mrs. Venetia.” Oh my god… talking about beautiful. Frances was surprised she had not fainted. Lia
m was tall, but she thought it came only from his father. She had to arch her neck to look into his mother’s eyes.
Cynthia took the girl’s arm and led her over to her husband. “Please, call me Cynthia. This is Alexander.”
Alexander was still stunned. It was as if a ghost-like fairy had come into his castle. “It’s so good to meet you, Frances.”
“Thank you, Mr…”
“Alexander, Frances.”
“Thank you, Alexander.”
“This is the oldest, Sloan.”
Sloan could only manage to smile and take her hand. He leaned over and kissed it.
Daryl barely managed that. His mouth was practically hanging open. “Um… welcome. Um… welcome, Frances.”
Kyle was still standing by Liam, and he whispered, “God, Liam, she’s beautiful.”
“She is, isn’t she?” Liam said proudly. He was feeling relieved that his family apparently recognized Frances’ allure.
Cynthia led Frances into the lounge, and the tall woman stood at the entrance of the brightly lit room in horror. “Oh god, Frances. I’m so sorry.”
Frances smiled and pulled her sunglasses out of her pocket. “For emergencies,” she smiled. “Thank you for your consideration, though.”
“No, please,” Cynthia said. “Boys, please turn down some of these lights.”
“Shit,” Daryl said. “Sorry, Liam, I didn’t think about it.”
Frances was amazed when the men ran around either sliding dimmer switches or turning off lamps. The room had a golden glow, and she took off her glasses. “I’m sorry. I know it’s a little awkward, but I always keep sunglasses on me, so please don’t worry about it. I try to protect my eyes, because my vision has always been good… though, I think my dad’s has suffered from trying to read in the shadows,” she laughed softly.
Cynthia led her to a small sofa, and Liam sat across from them in a chair, resolved that his mother was going to procure his little flower for a while. When the women sat, the sleeve on Frances’ sweater slid up, and Cynthia’s eyes immediately narrowed on the light bruising on her wrist. She looked into the girl’s pale eyes and Frances smiled calmly. She had already felt the same heated passion that flowed through the family like a single pulsing. “I assure you, I did not get hurt.”
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