“Let your thumb hover over your clit for now, while you push inside yourself, Lois. Make sure you’re nice and wet for us.” I hoped to hell she did as I asked earlier. Alain wouldn’t be gentle with her, but if she lubed herself up, it would at least take the sting out of his rough use.
Watching her carefully, seeing if she’d remember my advice, I watched her fingers slide in and out of her cunt, slippery with her juices. Come on, Lois, I urged silently. I swear the woman must have read my mind, for her fingers then dipped towards her ass and she began spreading herself wide as a finger slowly circled her entrance.
“That’s it. Good work,” I encouraged, so she’d know I meant for her to continue. “Try a finger.” She didn’t look up at me again, which was good. Either she was trying her best to behave, or she was scared of me, and right now I didn’t care which one it was, as long as she was doing what I told her to.
“Try a finger, Lois,” I repeated, when I saw that she was still circling her tight little hole. This time, she obeyed. There was a whimper, as a fingernail bit inside her, but then a soft little sigh as she moved her digit deeper. I knew from experience that Lois liked anal, and although she might not like Alain’s attention there, I could at least ensure she enjoyed herself.
“That’s it, Lois. Make sure you’re nice and wet. We want a nice smooth ride.” A little more confident now, two fingers gently worked their way into her ass, smoothing liquid heat in their wake.
“I want to watch her fuck your face, James.” Alain was getting impatient, as I knew he would. Thankfully, we were just about where we needed to be.
“Head up, Lois, eyes down, and keep those fingers moving.” As she became more and more aroused, the fear would leave her. She would block everything out and hear nothing but the sound of my voice. That was where I needed her to be right now.
“So pretty,” I crooned, stroking her face gently, trying to make sure I didn’t take her out of the moment. “Such a good girl.” I tugged on a nipple and gently flicked the tip, smiling as she gasped out loud. “Do you remember how to offer me your mouth, Lois? Can you show me?” Another swallow, but her fingers continued pulsing as her thumb twitched over her clit. Her tongue then came out as she opened her mouth into a wide ‘O’ shape, and then wider, as if she automatically knew I wouldn’t be satisfied with her first effort. I had to hide a smile.
“Perfect. You have no idea how fucking gorgeous you look,” I moaned. My fingers were already on my fly, unbuttoning my jeans. “Do you want me to fuck your mouth?” Releasing my cock from my boxers, I took the hard length in my hand and began stroking it. Her eyes moved from the floor to watch what I was doing, and I wholeheartedly approved. She nodded her head twice and whimpered.
Standing up, I placed the tip of my cock on her tongue, letting her taste me as my hand continued to stroke up and down. A tiny dribble of pre-cum leaked from the tip, and she groaned as I wrapped my free hand around her neck.
“I’m going to take you hard, Lois. You will gag, and you will cry. Just remember to breathe, flatten your tongue, and keep that mouth wide open for me. Think you can do that?” She nodded helplessly and grunted, impatient to continue. Her fingers were moving faster and faster, but her thumb was still resting over her clit as I’d instructed. She wouldn’t come like that. Good.
Without warning, I then thrust forward into her face, my hands coming around either side of her head to impale her on my cock. Three quick, hard strokes, and I pulled back as she gasped for breath.
“Just like that, Lois. Remember to breathe.” I then surged forward again, a longer series of strokes, pushing back right into her throat, feeling her gag and choke around me, before I pulled back. “Breathe,” I whispered again, giving her another five seconds before I repeated my actions. I wanted her to get used to the feel of me taking her throat, before I went in for the kill.
“Stop fucking about James. I want to see tears, come, and snot dribbling down her face.” Alain knew what I was doing. Stalling for time, to let her arousal simmer was a kindness she didn’t deserve, but the alternative was an experience that would break her. She wouldn’t shatter all at once, but each time her body took this kind of pounding it would add up, until she couldn’t take any more. We needed to delay that moment.
“Ready, Lois?” I bent to her ear. “When I come, put your thumb on your clit and work it furiously. Nod if you understand.” She nodded.
Taking two handfuls of hair on either side of her face, I then hammered into her, over and over, not giving her a chance to do anything but choke and splutter furiously as I rammed into her mouth. Her eyes went wide as she wondered if she’d ever get the chance to breathe again, but twenty strokes later and it was all over, and I roared as my come splashed and gurgled down the back of her throat. Tears leaked down her face, streaks of saliva and come leaked out of the corners of her mouth, and she gasped for air furiously as I then pulled back, only to push forward again, making sure she swallowed everything I had to give her. Alain would expect nothing less.
“Swallow it all up, Lois. There’s a good girl.” Looking down, I watched her thumb, which had now begun to move just as I’d ordered.
By this time, Alain had positioned himself behind her and he already had his cock in his hands. Without preamble, he ripped the thin panties apart and spread her ass cheeks. Ramming into her hard, Alain slammed himself against her and spanked her with several vicious swats, one side and then the other. Lois shrieked, but the thumb over her clit worked furiously.
“That’s it whore, take it you bitch,” spat Alain, as his hips bucked forward and back like a man possessed. Lois screamed and wailed, her fingernails scraping the floor as her body went wild. Ten seconds later, she went rigid with shock, before she started trembling all over - propelling herself headfirst into a climax of her own making. The pain of what Alain was doing behind her would lengthen her orgasm, and I could tell by the look on her face that her body was convulsing wildly. When he finally pulled out of her, she tumbled straight into my arms, and I lowered her gently to the floor, where she lay still, eyes wide and unblinking.
Alain, meanwhile, was refastening his belt with an audible snap and looking mightily pleased with himself. “You’re too fucking soft with them, James. You need to show her who’s boss or you won’t last ten seconds in Il Piacere. Two days is all you’ve got left to sort her out. I wish you luck. You’ll need it.” He then pressed a foot into Lois’s ass, shoving her forward so she gasped, before stepping over her and walking straight out of the door. He was a piece of work, I’d give him that.
Helping Lois up, so she was sitting on her backside once again, I let an awkward silence form between us. We were neither friends nor enemies, and that left us somewhere in between - I just wasn’t sure exactly where. Putting my hands in my pockets, I sighed. “You okay?” I asked.
Keeping her eyes firmly on the floor, she said, “Do you care?” She wasn’t in a good place. That was to be expected.
“I care. I shouldn’t, but I do.” Another nod as she stared into some other worldly dimension just beneath the floorboards. She looked lost.
“What’s the tank?” That explained the look.
I shook my head. “You don’t want to know.” Now wasn’t the time to get into this.
“But I’m going to, aren’t I?” Her voice was reed thin and soft as a whisper.
“That depends on whether I can be a decent guy and lose on purpose.” I was still toying with the idea, but it had drawbacks.
“What will he do to you?” Lois raised her head, looked straight at me, and dared me to object to her lack of protocol with eyes the colour of cold hard steel. I didn’t. We needed an hour out of scene. The fun and games could start later.
“A lot worse than he’ll do to you, and if we want to get out of Il Piacere alive, it will leave us severely handicapped.” He would hurt me like he’d hurt Adie, and Lois had seen first-hand what he was capable of. She nodded and a single fat tear dribbled down her cheek. Brushin
g it away brusquely, she stood.
Her lip wobbled, as she said, “I’m not going to roll over and just let you win. If you want it, you’ll have to earn it the hard way.” It was fighting talk and more than I had expected, considering what had just happened.
“Ask me to let you win,” I murmured. If she asked me, I would. I was a sucker like that. I still wasn’t sure who’s side she was on, but if she asked me to save her ass, I would.
“Fuck you,” she spat, getting to her feet. “The day I want a thing from you, is the day I have three bullets in my back and a hole in my brain.” Striding to the door in her ripped underwear, wobbling on heels that weren’t made for walking, she kept her head held high and her face forward. At this moment in time, she was a cross between a lioness and a goddess, and I’ve never wanted to fuck someone more - which is saying something, when you consider I’d come less than ten minutes ago.
“May the best man win,” I said, as she slammed the door behind herself. I knew she heard me, though, because the next sound out of her mouth was a really naughty word, which she thoughtfully screamed at the top of her lungs.
Chapter Twenty-One - Adie
Submission is a sweet dance of power played between two parties, usually in the pursuit of pleasure. It’s delicate, and while it requires a firm hand to bring it into full bloom, it also requires a soft touch and plenty of kind words - or at least, it does if you want to get anything lasting from the end result.
What I was doing today had nothing to do with submission. It was a total annihilation of body, mind, and soul. Alain had just had a new shipment of girls delivered, and they needed to be trained as fast as possible. After that, they were sold to the highest bidder, and the circle continued. Early in our relationship, it became clear that Alain couldn’t become involved in this part of the business. When he got hold of the girls, he had such a heavy hand that most were irreparably damaged before we could pass them on. We could still sell them like that - but we didn’t get a lot for them. Once they began to go mute, or started rocking and chanting, they were virtually worthless in our world. That’s when the job of training the girls was passed down to James and myself.
James had a natural talent for it. He has one of those voices that people obey without thinking. He doesn’t mind hurting them, if the objective requires it, but he can get his rocks off in other ways. I, on the other hand, adore reducing the female form to tears and I pretty much need that in order to have a decent climax. It’s a failing of mine, but I’m so fucked up these days that no therapist in the land will ever untangle my brain matter.
Alain had me working over three girls at once this morning. Three timid women who didn’t know what the hell had hit them. I did. It was a fucking articulated lorry, and it was travelling at ninety miles per hour. They all buckled in less than an hour and if skin was metal, I had bent them in ways they would never recover from. The trouble was, it had all been over too quickly. My thirst to dominate, crush, and break had not been satisfied. The girls had been too easy, and they had not quenched my thirst in the slightest. The beast was back in residence and he needed to be sated. Fuck, fuck, fuck.
I’d swore I’d never do this shit again. Promised myself, in fact - yet here I was. You’re an animal. Yeah, tell me something I didn’t already know. Now I had to look around for some other poor fucker I could bring to their knees, and preferably one with some damn stamina.
Marching through the halls, about to go looking through the vault of women Alain had penned up downstairs until I found something suitable, it came as a surprise to see one dressed in little wisps of lace and fuck-me heels, staggering around unsupervised. That didn’t happen. Ever. Either my brother was getting sloppy or…
Her back then stumbled into the wall and her knees sagged, revealing her tear-ravaged face and torn undergarments. I’d recognise that face anywhere.
“Lois,” I whispered. My cock immediately went rock-hard in my pants, as my brain roared at me to finish the job someone else had started. This was what I wanted, needed, craved, and it was right in front of me, ripe for the picking.
Her head flopped backward at the sound of my voice, but it was clear she didn’t have the energy to run.
Walking steadily closer to my prey, it didn’t take me long to find out she’d been fucked only moments ago. Her lips were covered in thick, white goo, her mouth was swollen, and she could hardly breathe. Someone had fucked her face, and I couldn’t help but wonder what they’d done to the rest of her. Oddly, I found myself jealous. It wasn’t an emotion I was familiar with, but I recognised it for what it was.
“James?” I asked. My eyebrows nearly took off into outer space.
Her legs sank further, and she dropped to the floor in a small, uncoordinated heap of limbs. Her eyes were all over the place and I wondered if she could hear me. The woman was falling apart. She was everything I wanted right now and more.
When she didn’t respond, I knew something bad had happened. Getting right in front of her face, and bending down, so I was at eye level, I repeated, “James?”
She blinked at me, and then a single finger touched her lips. She winced when she brought it away from her face and looked at it.
“Who’s done a number on you, Lois? James?” Flicking her hand out of the way, my finger traced a path around her lips, scooping up the remnants of somebody else’s fun before I thrust it back into her mouth. Her lips closed around it automatically, and she sucked hard. I pulled it back with a pop.
“James and Alain,” she whimpered, her head banging back into the wall behind her as if she couldn’t quite believe what had just happened. I winced for her.
“I bet you wish you hadn’t sold out to the enemy now, Lois.” I couldn’t resist the ‘I-told-you-so.’
She smiled, her head lolling on her neck. “Ah, that’s where you’re wrong, Adie, and I’d do it all again if I had to.”
My eyes narrowed. Something here wasn’t right, just as I’d suspected.
“What’s going on?” Giving her a pointed stare, my hand reached for her throat. She didn’t even bother to try and avoid it. Her head was miles away.
“James is going to put me in the tank this evening,” she whispered. “Even though I have no idea what that means, I don’t think I’m going to like it.” She let out a soft hiccupping sob that was almost my undoing. Putting a hand over my mouth so she couldn’t see my reaction, I inhaled deeply. My brother was up to his usual tricks then.
When I’d schooled my expression, I reiterated, “James is going to put you in the tank?” My hand moved from her throat, tracing the long vein in her neck upwards, until I reached for her chin.
“If I lose while sparring with him this evening,” she said, then squeaked as two of my fingers entered her mouth. I used them to depress her tongue firmly down to the bottom of her mouth. I needed a moment to process that without interruption.
James was putting her in the tank? If that was the case, he must have been really pissed. I thought about that for a second and then came up with another idea.
“James let Alain watch him fuck you, so he could do the honours?” I couldn’t think of many other scenarios where James would let Alain stand in while he was fucking a girl.
She nodded.
“That’s a good thing, Lois. James won’t kill you.” I wouldn’t trust my brother with the same courtesy. I then released my hold on her tongue.
Lois laughed. “He can’t stand me. You should have seen him a moment ago. He was trying to choke me.”
I didn’t want to tell Lois that there was a reason for that. He was giving Alain what he wanted in order to ensure he had control of this evening.
Lois then grabbed at my collar and brought my face up to hers. “Hurt me, Adie,” she whispered. “Make all this shit go away, even if it’s only for a few minutes. I want you to hurt me so bad.” Her eyes implored me to do my worst, and my cock responded by punching a hole in my pants. This was what I had been looking for, but now that it had been
offered on a plate, I was no longer sure it was a good idea.
“If I do that, you’ll almost certainly lose this evening.” If she wanted to have any chance at besting James, she couldn’t mess with me.
“We both know I’m going to lose, Adie. A couple of bruises won’t make any difference, but if you’re not interested, that’s fine.” Pushing herself back up to her feet, she kicked her heels off and pushed past me. That made me want to fuck her all the more.
She was right. There was no way she’d win in a fight against James. Anything I did to her wasn’t going to make a hell of a lot of difference in the grand scheme of things.
“Now that you’re not killing people, you’re craving an adrenaline high, aren’t you? This is just another way to get that, isn’t it?” My brain was clicking into gear, doing its best to add up the dots.
“Since when do you think you know me? Stop trying to psychoanalyse me, Adie. I get enough of that from James and I’ve had enough fucking adrenaline today, thank you very much.” She sounded angry.
“What happens if James loses?” I was curious enough to ask, but pretty certain I already knew the answer.
Lois didn’t stop walking. “Alain gets to have his fun with him instead.”
I bit my lip. “That can’t happen.” I knew they were off on assignment in two days’ time, and I knew where they were going. If James was crippled before he began, the vultures would rip him apart. They could smell weakness from ten miles away.
“I know.” She stopped then, but she didn’t turn around. “Hurt me, Adie. I need this, and so do you.” Lois paused for a moment, giving me time to eye up the torn pair of panties that were hanging down her backside. The woman had a magnificent ass, and the thought of tearing into it made my blood sing.
“Make it hurt, please.” Her fingertips grazed her thighs and began walking slowly up her body. If she wanted my attention, she certainly had it now. Exhaling slowly, I wondered what I should do because it took every ounce of willpower I had not to wrestle her to the floor there and then.
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