Beautiful Torture

by C. P. Mandara

  Anyway, I digress; back to orgasms. I'm going to let Brandt do the honours, if he so desires. It will be a good way to discover just how much he hates her, or if he hates her at all. The kiss I witnessed earlier would seem to indicate otherwise.

  Standing up, I move over towards my ex, approaching him slowly. If he's going to lash out at me I want to be able to anticipate his next move. Strangely enough he doesn't thump me, even though I move in close.

  "If you play nicely I might let her suck your cock," I whisper. That should get a reaction. Sure enough, Brandt is quick to fire back a response.

  "If you let me go, I might let you keep your testicles when this is all over." His hand whips out to grab me, but as I've been expecting them, I simply hop backwards.

  "Aww, Brandt. Take a look at the poor girl. She's desperate. If she sucks your cock I might let you lick her. She still tastes like chocolate. There's nothing sweeter on this earth than a chocolate coated pussy. Trust me on this. Spread those legs wider, Harper. Show him what he's missing," I say. That really sends the poor boy nuts, but that's what I've been waiting for. When his hand reaches out to grab me but falls about five centimetres short of its target I reach out to snatch his instead, snaking the other cuff around his wrist. I then slam my fist into his solar plexus, winding him for a second, while I use the opportunity to make sure his other wrist is also securely fastened to a steel pole. Now we're getting somewhere.

  "You bastard!" Brandt roars, kicking out with his legs. Thankfully I've already taken a few steps back, so there's no chance he'll hit anything important. Standing there quietly for a few moments, I let him get some anger off his chest. I know it's mostly directed at me, and I want to explain, but he won't listen just yet. Hopefully he'll hear me out later. When the room goes quiet once more I decide to air my next ultimatum. He's not going to like it, but I don't much care.

  "Harper is going to suck you off, Brandt. I think that's the least she can do, considering, right? But if you object I'm going to fuck you instead, and I'll get you off. This is definitely going down one of two ways, and you get ten seconds to choose which. After that'll I'll pick." There's no question Brandt will choose option one because the thought of me anywhere near him will drive him nuts.

  "You don't get to do this, Gabriel. Fuck off and get out of my house."

  I don't bother gracing that with a reply. "Ten, nine, eight."

  "We're past these games, Gabe. We're over. You can't do this." His voice is rough and scratchy. He's going to lose it in a minute.

  "Seven, six, five." Is it wrong of me to hope he goes mute for the next four seconds? Probably, but I do anyway.

  "I am seriously going to kill you. Don't think I'm playing games, Gabe." There's a little hysteria in his voice now. He knows this is going down.

  "Four, three, two."

  "Fine. Harper. I choose Harper, you asshole," he yells, just as I knew he would. Brandt is nothing if not predictable.

  "There, there," I say patronisingly. "Was that so hard?" I can hear his breath hissing between his teeth, so I know damn well it was. He doesn't want to go near either of us. How interesting. Have I put him off sex for life?

  Walking back to Harper, I unbuckle the gag and throw it on the bed. Sinking a hand into her hair, I then tip her head back and croon, "Are you going to be a good girl for me? Do you think you can shuffle over there and show my boy a good time?" Her chest is rising and falling rapidly. She's still not recovered from her 'almost' orgasm, and that's a good thing. She might even put a bit more effort in, seeing as how she's almost ready to pop.

  Bending down, I whisper in her ear, "Do a good job and I might let you get off later. Would you like Brandt to suckle at that sweet little cunt of yours?"

  "You're an animal," she spits, but she's not going to defy me. The time for that has passed. Pointing to the floor I watch as she shuffles forward. Brandt, to be an awkward sonofabitch, positions himself flat against the bars, making it impossible for her to obey me. Well, two can play at that game.

  Positioning myself to the side of him, I reach for his leather belt and yank him sideways. There's little he can do to stop me. As he brings a leg up to kick me I say, "Hurt me, and I'll hurt her much worse." He doesn't have to look at me to know I'm not joking. I'll make mincemeat of the girl if he gives me trouble, and I'll enjoy it. Pulling the penknife back out of my pocket, I grab Harper who hasn't the sense to get out of the way fast enough and press it up against her jugular, to make sure Brandt knows I'm serious.

  "Stop." His voice is seething with emotion, the bad kind, but he knows I'm not going to back down. "Don't." It takes a lot for him to get that second word out, so I know he cares about her.

  "Then step back, Brandt." I tug on his belt again, and this time his feet follow me. I continue moving him backwards until his arms are stretched as far as they'll go out in front of him. I decide I like him like this, all tied up and helpless. Too bad we didn't have restraints in prison. They look good on him.

  Moving close, I stand up against him and let my arms reach around to undo his belt.

  "Gabriel," he threatens.

  "I know," I purr, "you're going to kill me later. I'll deal with that then. Right now, you're wearing too many clothes and we need to do something about it." My fingers reach for his belt buckle and begin threading the leather tab through it.

  "There is no chance of us ever being a couple again. You know that, Gabriel. I made myself clear." This is Brandt's way of retaliating, and sure enough, it hits where it hurts, but I'm not about to show weakness.

  "I'm getting Harper to blow you, Brandt. Relax. As if I'd come near you." His body visibly relaxes. I wonder if he's still tormented by thoughts of us? I know I am. Maybe he protests too much. Pulling his belt from the loops, I roll the leather around my fist in a tight circle and then throw it on the bed. I might need it later if these two don't play nice. Then I begin unzipping his fly. I take my time on purpose. If I'm making the bastard nervous, that's just too bad. Brandt keeps quiet, though. I know if I could see him now, those eyes of his would be burning a path through my skull, so it's probably for the best. All the same, I make the most of this opportunity. Tormenting him with my fingertips, I run my hands over the delicious abs that I helped create. Without me he wouldn't be here. Without my help he'd be buried six foot under, and all his dreams of revenge would be dead. Maybe I'll remind him of that later.

  "Don't," he growls again. Brandt doesn't want my hands on his body, but that's too bad. The man is far too delicious to resist, and I've been dreaming of this for a while. He'll come around to my way of thinking, eventually.

  "Harper," I bark, "get in position." I think it's about time we distract Brandt, and what better way than with a naked woman in front of him with her mouth wide open. Oh, if he could see the look on my face right now I know he'd lump me - if he had the use of his arms, of course.

  Grabbing his jeans I push them down to his ankles in one swift movement. I then trace a leisurely finger around the line of his boxer shorts, letting him know what I'm about to do next. Anticipation is a wonderful thing.

  "Gabriel," comes his warning, but at the same time Harper is shuffling over on her knees, her head aligned perfectly with his crotch. I can hear his breath catch in his throat. I don't think he's going to be saying anything else for a while. Taking advantage of his momentary lapse, my hand dives into the front of his shorts and closes on his thickening cock. It swells further. Ah, how I've missed this.

  "Beg him to let you suck, Harper. There's a good girl." Squeezing the tip gently in my fingers, Brandt makes a strangled sound. Poor baby. I bet he hasn't got laid since he got out of jail. The man is still punishing himself for something or other, no doubt.

  Harper isn't backward in coming forward, though. She dives straight in.

  "Please let me suck, Brandt. Please use my mouth for your pleasure. I want to feel the silky-smooth skin of your cock taking..."

  The reason she's pausing there is because I've taken Brand
t's cock out of his shorts and am now spreading the bead of pre-cum that resided on the tip all around her lips. Brandt is making these adorable little tormented noises in his throat, which is enough to create a fairly impressive party in my pants. We need to move this along.

  "Oh God," Harper whimpers in a throaty little voice, and that's the best kind of dirty talk there is.

  "Open wide, Harper." She does. I'm desperate to see Brandt's face, but equally afraid to. If he feels for her what he once felt for me, I am going to lose my shit.

  "Fuck that throat, Brandt," I purr in his ear. "Take what you've been dreaming about these past five years." Harper gives head like a pro, so he's not going to be disappointed. I need her to make him a little more pliable. Then we can all get what we want.

  Guiding Brandt's cock, I gently slide the tip of him inside her mouth. Keeping a tight grip of the base, I inch forward slowly, so she gets nothing more than a taste.

  "Want to fuck her with me, Brandt? I bet between us we can ferret out the information you want." He doesn't answer me. He's trying to push his hips back, so he can avoid being anywhere near her mouth, but I'm standing right behind him, so he's going nowhere. Brandt needs to get with the programme. I am ninety-nine percent certain that I can get all the answers we need by using sex as a weapon, but if he doesn't cooperate, we get nada.

  "Remember what I said about enthusiasm, Harper," I warn, when things go a little too quiet for comfort. If this doesn't work I'm fucked, which means I won't be fucked - which means I'll be pissed.

  Feeding Harper another inch of his cock she suddenly seems to come to life, and when I lean over Brandt's shoulder, I see her eyes fluttering in appreciation of the beast that's coming her way. To make things a little more convincing, she's suddenly slurping and moaning in earnest. Actually, I'm not even sure the girl's acting. These two definitely have a 'thing' and I don't like it. Still, as soon as she tells all I'm pretty sure he'll hate her guts and I'll be more than happy to lend him my shoulder as he gets the little bitch out of his system.

  Inch by slow and careful inch, I release more and more of Brandt's cock into her throat, until she can barely make a sound.

  "There's a good girl," I say, patting her head as I take my hands away. By this time Brandt is rock hard, and he's so far gone I'm pretty sure he'll do whatever it takes to get what he wants. Just to make sure, I place my hands around his waist and piston him hard inside her mouth, knowing he'll be watching every little nuance on that pretty face as it gags and splutters around him.

  My hands go between his legs, fondling his balls as I stroke his perineum. It normally drives him wild, and if his sudden violent thrust is anything to go by, nothing has changed. We're getting close.

  "That's it," I croon. "Fuck that throat hard, Brandt. Make her feel you. Make her savour every inch of that delicious dick." He doesn't really need my encouragement because he's doing a pretty impressive job all on his own, but I figure it can't hurt.

  Now that he's almost there I have a decision to make. What will get Harper to talk? I have a feeling it won't be a little two-on-one action. If anything, I suspect she'll enjoy that. She's hot for us both, whether she likes it or not. While she might like to think she can't stand the very air I breathe, I expect that might change if I show her a little attention. All girls love me if given enough time and Harper won't be the exception to the rule. So that leaves the other option. The one that's liable to get me into trouble. Still, it's no secret that I'm a deplorable member of the human race, so at least no one will think any less of me when this is all over. This is the right way forward. It will be quick, and I'm pretty sure Harper will cave at the first hurdle. Then she can vomit up her story, and we can get rid of her. Job done.

  When Brandt throws his head back I know I'd better act quickly, or my chance will be lost.

  "Enough." With my hand against her forehead I push her backwards firmly, until her body connects with the bars behind. Her eyes flutter open as she wonders what has just happened. Now I know I have her attention, I say, "Listen up, sweetheart. I'm now going to bend Brandt over and fuck him in the ass, unless you tell us what we've all been so desperately waiting to hear. Personally, I think you're going to let him suffer as you have all along because that's what you live for, isn't it? You've bent this guy over so many times he's lost count of the amount of atrocities you've committed. You were the one that did this to him in the first place, so why shouldn't I show you exactly what he suffered under my hands? I'm sure it'll make great viewing, sweetheart. There's going to be lots of yelling and screaming, take my word for it."

  Harper's eyes fly open as she realises what's about to happen here. I'm pretty sure she expected some nasty shit from me, but I'm also fairly confident she didn't expect this. I've outdone myself. Fancy that. Brandt's reaction, on the other hand, is fairly predictable. He lashes out with everything he's got.

  Chapter 19 - Harper

  When Brandt barrels backwards so hard he nearly tears his wrists off, I make a dive to the side. Gabriel's already moved out of his way, so we both know he's about to go 'pop'. I'm fairly confident Gabriel is just testing me on this one, but I've been wrong before. He can't just... can he? Surely he wouldn't be that cruel? He must know what that would do to Brandt. They had an agreement.

  "Get away from me!" Brandt screams. His hands are now ringed with red as he stretches his wrists to the limit. Telling Gabriel, at the top of his lungs, exactly what he thinks of him, I feel my ears begin to burn. Cowering in the corner I wait to see what happens next. No one will do anything. This is all a ruse to get me to talk. Stay strong. It's easier said than done. I can't watch that happen to Brandt. If Gabriel goes through with this I'll cave. I know I will. The trouble is, I'll save him from one disaster only to catapult him straight into the next. What do I do?

  "Have you got anything you'd like to say, Harper?" I look up to find both men staring at me. Brandt, mostly because Gabriel has him in a headlock and he can't look anywhere else, and Gabriel because he's an evil fucker who wants to watch me squirm.

  "Don't hurt him," I plead. I know I'm wasting my breath, but I can't help myself. My eyes are glued to Gabriel as he releases Brandt's head and moves lower, his hands slowly circling his waist. This is going to pan out like a horror movie, I just know it. Why oh why does this stuff have to happen to me?

  "It's too late for that, Harper. The only person who can stop this is you. The only question is: will you? Or are you the type that can happily sit back and watch while bad shit happens to others? Actually, I think you've already proved that you are, so this should be a piece of cake, right?"

  I'm only half-listening to what he's saying. My gaze is fascinated with the path Gabriel's fingers are taking. They are grazing Brandt's abs in long, sweeping caresses, but I'm fairly certain Brandt is taking no pleasure in the proceedings. His face looks an unpleasant shade of green, and I have a feeling he's trying hard to not vomit.

  With his eyes on me, Gabriel make's a grab for Brandt's hair, and tugging it, twists his head to the side. The man looks like a vengeful vampire as he bites his neck. I can see Brandt's teeth slam together in pain while his body goes ramrod straight, but he doesn't let out a sound. I think the time for begging has passed. He also knows what he's up against. I'm willing to bet that words don't work on Gabriel. Being a mere mortal is bad enough when you're up against a God.

  Finally, after a few tense seconds of silent pain, Gabriel releases him.

  His eyes sparkle wickedly as he looks down at me and gives me a grin that has sharp, pointed icicles piercing nearly every pore of my body.

  "You have no idea how much I'm going to enjoy this, Harper." Actually, I have a feeling I do, and it's far too much. That sick fuck is going to love every damn second of this showdown.

  You need to stop this, I tell myself. That's all very well and good, but I can't actually get my mouth to work at the moment. My eyes are glued on the scene unfolding before me.

  Gabriel isn't waiting around. His
hand is already reaching for Brandt's cock, and he's all about playing to his audience.

  "So good of you to get him ready for me," he scoffs. "In this state he'll pretty much do anything he's told." Gripping Brandt's cock tightly, he then begins to move it slowly up and down in his fist, so that just the head is revealed. It looks angry and red. When my gaze moves its way up to his face, I'm met with exactly the same colour. Brandt's eyes are blazing with anger and helpless defeat, and my heart goes out to him. I know that look so well. My eyes must reveal all, for Gabriel continues to taunt me.

  "Want to watch him take my cock, Harper? Do you think he's a better cock-sucker than you?" I can see Brandt's Adam's apple bounce as he realises what's coming his way. It's that moment when you know that all your worst nightmares are about to happen, and there's nothing you can do to stop them. I'm used to this crap. Brandt isn't. He managed to get himself out of his mess. I had to wait for someone to die on me, and I'm still not free of it.

  Gabriel isn't bothered by my lack of response. "He is, Harper. He's one of the best damn cocksuckers I've ever had. Brandt's going to show you exactly how it's done. Isn't that right, darling?" With a hand on each of Brandt's shoulders, he pushes the poor bloke to his knees. The evil monster is stronger than he looks. Brandt's built like a brick shithouse but hits the deck hard. Gabriel might be the smaller of the two, but he's certainly no less powerful. I already know they are not evenly matched in a fight, and I'm pretty sure I know who calls the shots in the bedroom.

  When Gabriel steps over Brandt's arms so his crotch is right in front of his face, I wince. Take a deep breath, I caution myself. After all, this isn't anything I haven't had to do myself in the last few minutes. The sound of Gabriel's zipper coming down again rings in my ears. The sound of my heart thudding in my chest accompanies it, as does the first taste of bile crawling rapidly up my throat.