“She cries really pretty when you fuck her ass,” he says, tossing a bottle of lube onto the bed.
The sight of it makes something die inside me. Brad and Luke rarely bother with lube, they tell me they enjoy hurting me, which means this is going to be particularly painful.
“Is that true?” the guy playing with my hair asks. “Are we fucking with names, or does it matter?”
He pushes down the straps of my thin shirt, licking his thick lips as he reveals my pebbled nipples. My room is the coldest in the house for some reason, and no matter how much I try, I can’t ever get warm enough. My body isn’t responding to this alpha’s touch, but to my anxiety and the fact that I’m freezing.
All the men in this room but one are alphas. They’re all seniors at my school, and I’ve seen them around here and there.I wish this meant that I’d be free of my foster brothers soon, but that would be too good to be true.
“I don’t think it matters,” Luke shrugs, his fingers pinching my nipple so hard that he forces me to cry out. “She knows some of you from school anyway. Mmm. I’ve been missing your screams. Makes me hard every time. Besides, she’s ours to do whatever we want with.”
“Anything?” Royce Charles asks. He’s the captain of the football team and has a girlfriend. There’s absolutely no reason for him to be in my room. “Payton hasn’t been putting out. She’s gotten really fucking boring.”
“Anything,” Brad says, chuckling darkly. His hands move quickly to push down my shorts and underwear, until I’m standing completely exposed. “You want to take out your frustration at last week’s loss on her skin with your belt while Troy makes her gag on his cock? She can’t fucking say boo about it. Sweet Silva promised herself to us. Didn’t you, baby?”
I’m not completely inside my body as I nod, and Luke roughly binds my wrists behind my back with the rope he keeps in his back pocket. My breaths are coming faster, while my mind attempts to protect me as the beta named Troy pushes down his sweatpants to release his cock.
“Are you going to swallow me down as a part of your promise?” he adds.
“Words, Silva,” Luke commands. He can’t bark me into doing what he wants, but then again, he doesn’t have to.
“Yes,” I say, my voice rough from misuse. It’s hard to keep track of your lies if you’re constantly doing it. I’m a lot quieter now than I used to be.
Royce stretches his neck from side to side as he pulls his belt from his jeans. I flinch as he bends the leather in two and snaps it, which simply makes him grin.
“Fuck, this is exactly what I need,” he says, watching as Luke pulls me roughly around and bends me at the waist. “Lower, Luke. I want to catch the cunt too when I hit her.”
“Kinky,” Luke says, waiting for Troy to sit on my bed so he can squeeze my jaw to force my mouth to open wide.
Troy takes over by fisting my hair, invading me with his dick as he pulls me down his shaft. He smells like peanut butter and bread that’s been left too long out in the sun, and that’s what makes me gag more than his tiny dick.
“Have fun, Royce,” Luke says, stepping back. “Remember, you all owe us for this. Give us what we want, and we’ll trade Silva for sexual favors.”
“She sucks dick real good,” Troy notes with a grunt.
“Ha. She should. We taught her everything she knows,” Brad says, scoffing. “Silva was a virgin when we first fucked her. That’s grade A pussy right here.”
The first crack of leather across my backside makes me scream, and Brad’s words sink into my heart like a brand. They turned me into their own little whore. Now, they want to farm me out to their friends for favors.
My nightmare is just beginning, isn’t it?
Fingers I can’t identify trail down my body, squeezing my breasts, pushing their way into my ass and cunt, violating me as a group. Slowly, people begin to lose their pants and boxers, slapping their cocks on my skin as they begin to masturbate. Nothing says brotherly bonding apparently like fucking your fist over your buddy’s foster sister, huh?
“Her birthday is tomorrow. I think we should make sure it’s one that she never forgets, don’t you?” Luke asks.
The heavy sound of condoms hit the bedspread near my head, and Brad adds, “We’ll fuck her through midnight. Condoms are just a suggestion. She’s on birth control, and I make damn sure she takes it.”
Brad was the one who picked me up from school one day to take me to the clinic. My life is one that’s carefully choreographed for their pleasure, and the only thing I have that’s mine is Lexi.
My ass and thighs feel like they’re on fire as my legs are kicked apart. Royce is a big fucker, and he puts his full weight behind his swings. The crack of the belt along my ass and thighs is loud and unpredictable. He constantly changes where he hits so I won’t go numb, and I can feel the heat spreading along my skin without anything to soothe it. Royce is dangerous enough to know how to hurt someone, and my body is getting the brunt of his anger.
“Urgh!” I cry out, the feeling of cool lube sliding among my ass crack jarring.
“Shh, Silva. Be a good girl for us. You’re gonna make us a lot of money,” Brad coos.
It’s only when my legs collapse that Royce finally grunts and drops the belt. My body is on fire, and Troy groans as he directs my mouth up and down his cock. I don’t think he’s going to last long, though that doesn’t mean much for me.
The guys are clearly just gearing up to keep me busy for a while.
