Still on her knees, Skye was frozen with both horror and terror.
“On your hands and knees, bitch!”
Claire scrambled to obey, and was quickly and cruelly sodomized by her brother. Skye felt the bitter taste of bile rise in her constricted throat as Claire panted, “Hurt me, Dom! Yes! Hurt me!”
Still Dom did not spend. Now he lay his sister on her back and, straddling her, put himself into her open, eager mouth. Skye closed her eyes to blot out the sight, but she could not close her ears to the throaty, gobbling noises made by Claire, or the groans of pleasure made by Dom. Unable to contain herself, Skye sobbed aloud.
Claire shrieked, “Oh, my God! There’s someone here! Someone has seen us!”
Dom leapt from the bed and, yanking the door fully open, caught sight of his half-fainting wife. “Well, well,” he murmured nastily, “what have we here? It’s my sweet wife.”
Claire’s eyes narrowed. “Bitch! How dare you spy on me!” she shrieked.
“I wasn’t s-spying.” Skye’s voice was shaking. “I came to t-talk to you about getting m-married.”
Dom began to laugh uproariously, but a look from his sister quieted him. “Married?! Why on earth would I want to marry, you ninny?” rasped Claire. “The only man I’ve ever loved is Dom, and I don’t ever intend leaving him.He’s mine!The only reason he married you was for the money, and to get heirs. He’s got both now, and we don’t need you at all, except to run the estate for us. So get out of here, and don’t ever come back again snooping and spying!”
Skye turned to flee but Dom’s big hand grasped her shoulder. His other hand slid around to squeeze her breast and as the nipple hardened he laughed softly. “It’s been a long time, Skye.”
She tried to pull away. Claire snarled from the bed, “Leave her be, brother! You don’t need her as long as you have me!”
“Be quiet, bitch! She has pleasured me too, and now I think I would have you both at the same time.”
“No!” wailed Skye, struggling to reach the door, but his arms closed about her and Claire, a sudden vicious look in her pale-blue eyes, reached out and ripped Skye’s gown from her. As her sister-in-law’s body became more visible, Claire’s gaze softened, becoming almost dreamy, and she reached out again, this time to caress Skye’s body. Skye shrank from her touch, sick with revulsion. Claire laughed nastily. “Let me have her first, brother. Let me prepare her for you, please! You can watch while I love her. Remember how you loved watching me and the little maid I once had?”
“No, Dom! Oh, God, no!”
Dom smiled sweetly at his sister, his eyes bright with memory. Then he nodded. “I’ll watch, but when I’m ready, Claire, you must give over. Promise me now? No teasing like you did with little Sorcha.”
“Yes, darling,” Claire purred, and then with Dom’s aid they tied the struggling Skye’s arms to the bedposts.
Claire straddled her victim and, holding Skye’s head between her hands, she kissed her slowly, and wetly. Skye seemed faint and, laughing, Claire began leisurely to explore the shrinking flesh. The degradation she was inflicting added to her enjoyment. Taking Skye’s nipples between her thumb and forefinger, she rolled them gently before bending and sucking on them. Bound though she was, Skye fought to escape, but her helplessness only stimulated her antagonist.
Slowly Claire slid her lush body down Skye’s until their breasts and bellies met. Then she rotated her pelvis and mons veneris against Skye’s, murmuring vilely, “Don’t tell me that, with all the sisters you have, you’ve not done a bit of girl-fucking in your time. And remember—while we pleasure each other, Dom is watching us and readying himself for both of us, big bull that he is. Don’t fight me, sister, for now that you know about Dom and me there’s no reason we cannot share him and enjoy each other all the time.”
Skye turned her head away, ashamed of what was happening to her and confused by the stirrings of desire she was beginning to feel. Claire thrust and moaned against Skye’s helpless body with increasing fervor until suddenly Dom pulled her away and, mounting his wife, thrust into her.
Skye screamed, which only seemed to madden him. Claire was now kneeling within Skye’s view, slack-mouthed with lust as she watched her brother use his wife. When Dom had sated himself with Skye he rolled off her and loosened her bonds. He pushed her away, pulled his sister over, and mounted her next. Skye curled into a tight, protective ball, and sobbed. She had never felt so fouled in her entire life. She knew that if anyone so much as touched her again, she would kill.
Strengthened by this realization, she marshaled her courage and crawled off the bed. Stumbling across the room, she reached the door. Dom and his sister had finished by this time and Claire saw her. She cried out, “She’s escaping, Dom! Get her back! I want her again!”
Dom lurched off the bed and lunged for his wife. Skye had now wrenched the door open. As he reached out for her, Skye sidestepped him. Dom stumbled through the door, lost his balance, and fell screaming headlong down the flight of stone steps leading to his sister’s day chamber.
There was a stunned silence. He lay still, twisted grotesquely.Claire leaped from the bed and stood gazing down into the room below. Then she turned on Skye and howled, “You’ve killed him! You’ve killed Dom!”
Holy Mother forgive me, thought Skye, but I hope so! Then as relief brought strength sweeping over her, she turned on Claire and furiously slapped her, leaving the imprint of her hand on the girl’s face. “Shut up, you vicious little bitch! Shut up!”
“We must get help,” whimpered Claire.
“Not yet.”
“Youdowant him dead,” came the horrified accusation.
“I’ll not deny it,” said Skye flatly, and Claire shrank away from her. “But before we can get help we must all dress. How will it look to the servants to find the three of us mother naked? I’ll not put that scandal on my sons. Get dressed! Then go and fetch me some clothes from my room. Quickly!”
The procedure seemed to take forever, but at last both women were dressed. Struggling together, they forced Dom into his clothes. To Skye’s sorrow, he was still breathing.
“Now,” said Skye, “rouse the house.”
