Part 4 (1/2)

”You can make this as easy or as rough as you want it, baby, but it's gonna be hard either way,” I say, pus.h.i.+ng my c.o.c.k against her so she can feel what she does to me. She struggles in my arms and pulls away from me as much as she can. ”There's no escape from us. We've been watching you and waiting for our chance to put our d.i.c.ks in you. You've been begging for this moment, you're just too scared to admit it. The way you dress screams you need a good f.u.c.king, and we are going to give it to you.”

”Please don't do this. Please. I can get you drugs, supplies, anything. Just please don't hurt me,” she begs.

Ridge grabs her other arm and we hold her between us. He leans in and licks her neck. ”Oh, sweet Charlotte, we don't want to hurt you. We just want to f.u.c.k you until you can't walk. Every move you make for the next week, you'll still feel us. You'll remember who took you.”

I feel her body s.h.i.+ver, and she screams for help again.

”G.o.d, I hope there's audio on those cameras. I'm gonna want to hear this on a loop for the rest of my life,” I say, making Ridge laugh again. Lifting Charlotte up, we hold her down on the exam bed.

”I'm going to hold her wrists for now, but if she struggles too much I'm going to tie her down.”

”f.u.c.k, I need to see her t.i.ts,” Ridge says, and reaches down, ripping open her b.u.t.ton-down s.h.i.+rt. The b.u.t.tons fly, hitting the floor, their sound like music to my ears. Her b.r.e.a.s.t.s spring free and her hard, tight nipples point up, making my mouth water.

”Oh, you f.u.c.king s.l.u.t, walking around without a bra on,” I say. ”You're just begging to get your c.u.n.t raped, working in a prison and letting your h.o.r.n.y nipples poke through like that. It's a good thing we're here. We'll take care of that sweet little kitten, and you won't have to dress like this to get d.i.c.k anymore.”

”Please don't, oh G.o.d, please no. Stop. I'll do anything.”

”Oh, you'll do everything anyway, baby, and it won't be because we stop,” I say, and look over at Ridge. He licks his lips, staring at her nipples. He's a breast man and she's got a pair of fat t.i.ts just waiting to be f.u.c.ked.

”All right, who's going first?”

CHAPTER TWO.

RIDGE.

My breathing is ragged, need pulsing through me. f.u.c.k, it took six months of planning to get to this moment, and I'm going to enjoy every second of it.

A barbaric part of me wants her to get off on this. I want to make her c.u.m. I want to bury my face between her thighs until she c.u.ms all over me. Her scent filling my lungs. I want to force the o.r.g.a.s.m from her body, whether she wants to give it to me or not. I need to take it from her, and there's nothing more I want in this moment than that. Well, maybe for there not to be a f.u.c.king camera in here.

I know Hudson gets off on the idea, but it eats me up, thinking about other people watching. Pus.h.i.+ng the thoughts of the camera out of my mind, I stare down at the flawless woman in front of me. Need courses through me. I can actually feel my hands shaking with it, like a junkie needing their next fix. I've wanted her for so long, and now here she is for the taking. No one's coming to stop us, so we can do anything we want to her.

Slowly I reach down and claim her t.i.t. Squeezing it firmly, running my thumb over her nipple, and watching it get harder for me. Gripping it tighter, I pinch her nipple between my thumb and finger, rolling it a little harder this time, wanting her to squirm for me. I'm rewarded with a little whine as she tries to get away from the touch. I need to get the rest of her clothes off and expose every inch of her to us.

”f.u.c.k, look at those nipples, they're so hard for us. I think she likes it,” Hudson says. Pulling my gaze away from her, I look at him. He's got his eyes transfixed on her breast and his c.o.c.k's already in his hand as he slowly strokes himself with his free hand. My morning j.e.r.k.-.o.f.f. session doesn't seem to be helping any, because my b.a.l.l.s are drawn up tight, ready for release. I'm not sure I'll be able to get the tip of my c.o.c.k inside of her without exploding everywhere. Just the touch of her warm c.u.n.t to my d.i.c.k and I bet I'll nut all over her.

”Please don't do this. Just let me go and I won't tell anyone I swear,” she begs again, fighting against the grip Hudson has on her hands. I see him lean close to her face, and she stops begging for a second.

”The next time you open your mouth, I'm going to put my d.i.c.k in it. Well, I'm going to do that anyway, but I want to watch him f.u.c.k you for a bit while I hold you down, so how about you be still and let us have our fun.” Suddenly his lips touch hers, and he's kissing her.

Doc bucks her body up, trying to push him off, making her t.i.ts jiggle. I grab both of her legs and get between them. The exam table is short, and her long legs hang off, so there's plenty of room for me. She continues to fight as I go for the hem of her pants, ripping them off her, along with her silky red panties. She kicks out and fights against me as much as she can while being held down. I have to be quick so she doesn't land a foot on my face, but I'm so much stronger than she is.

After I've fully exposed her lower half, I go back between her legs, and press my body into her so she can't thrash around. There's no point fighting us now. We have her pinned to the bed and her legs spread wide for us with no protection for her c.u.n.t. All I have to do is free my c.o.c.k and slide into her.

”f.u.c.k,” Hudson says, breaking away from the kiss. He has a little blood on his lip, no doubt from Doc biting him.

The two of us have always shared women, something that seemed odd to outsiders but natural to us. We grew up on the streets and have always done everything together. We are brothers, not by blood but by something stronger.

Hudson wipes the blood from his mouth, ”She f.u.c.king bit me,” he growls out but I don't think it got the responses the Doc wanted, because it seems to have only turned him on more.

”Told you she'd bite,” I tell him, reminding him of our earlier conversation.

”You want it rough, Doc? Because I'm more than happy to oblige,” Hudson says, looking down at her. If one thing's for sure, Hudson would make true on that promise. He likes his s.e.x rough and dirty. I like it dirty, but I favor a sweeter touch. I want to make her beg.

She screams out, and he grabs her by the throat. I place my thumb on her c.l.i.t and start to roll it.

”Doc,” Hudson growls, his hand still around her throat. ”You scream again, it better be mine or Ridge's name coming from those lips.”

She stops fighting, but I feel her hips jerk as I play with her c.l.i.t. I'm sure her brain is going haywire, between Hudson's firm hand around her throat and my soft touch giving her pleasure. She closes her eyes tightly, hiding her big brown eyes from me. After a few seconds, a moan escapes her lips, so sweet and breathy, I feel my chest tighten at the sound. Nothing has ever sounded so f.u.c.king good. Six months in this h.e.l.lhole, and that one little moan makes it worth every minute.

”f.u.c.k, Ridge, do that again. I want to hear her beg for us.”

”Please,” she whispers, and I'm not sure if she wants more, or is begging us to stop. It doesn't matter, because there's no stopping us. We want her and she'll be ours, whether she likes it or not. Hudson and I always get what we want and she's no exception.

”Make her c.u.m, Ridge,” Hudson grits out, his words filled with need and desire. ”Make that p.u.s.s.y pop for us. I want her to know she came while two men held her down and used her body like a wh.o.r.e.”

”Please, no, just do whatever you're going to do to me, but don't make me c.u.m. Don't make me like this. I'm begging you. I won't fight. You can f.u.c.k me, just don't make me c.u.m.”

I press down on her c.l.i.t, circling harder as her body jerks and her eyes fly open. ”It's too late, Doc. Your p.u.s.s.y is already begging for it.” There's no way Im leaving this room without making her c.u.m for us. She needs to know that we own her body, whether she wants us to our not. We'll make her crave us like we've been craving her. It's only fair.

Leaning back a little, I move my thumb faster and I watch her p.u.s.s.y clench in response. ”You're begging us to stop, but your p.u.s.s.y is begging to be filled,” I say, taking some of the pressure off her c.l.i.t. Her hips rise, looking for the firm touch to return, and I smile. I haven't felt like this since I entered this h.e.l.lhole. The only thing that has kept me going lately was planning for today. Getting the Doc underneath me and filling her with both our c.o.c.ks has kept me focused.

”G.o.d, she wants it bad, man,” Hudson says, his hand still around her throat. His other hand holds her wrists over her head, but she's not fighting against them anymore. ”Since we're biting, it's my turn.” He releases her neck and starts stroking his c.o.c.k, then swoops down and locks his mouth around one of her nipples.

I take that moment to grab her thighs with both of my hands, spreading her wide. I lean down, getting my face level with her p.u.s.s.y. Right in front of me is her wet c.u.n.t and her little a.s.shole. The sight of her has me out of control, and I bury my face between her thighs, her juices splas.h.i.+ng onto me. Her legs lock around my face like she is trying to close them, but nothing could move me from her. Her thighs rub against the stubble of my beard that I haven't shaved in almost a week, the beard that I grew just for this moment.

There's nothing more I love than eating p.u.s.s.y, and I knew I'd be getting my fill of sweet Doc Charlotte. f.u.c.k, if my c.o.c.k and Hudson would let me, I'd do just this the whole G.o.dd.a.m.n hour. I want to leave my beard marks all over the insides of her thighs so that every time she looks between her legs, she'll remember me eating her p.u.s.s.y. I want her to remember me pulling the o.r.g.a.s.m from her.

I lick all the way from her a.s.shole back up to her c.l.i.t. Both Hudson's and Doc's moans fill my head, and between moans she begs for us to stop. But it only turns me on.

My licks and nibbles become more frantic, and I can't seem to get enough of her taste in my mouth. I need more. I want everything.

Hudson pops off her t.i.t and looks down at her. ”That's it, Charlotte, c.u.m for Ridge. Make that p.u.s.s.y nice and soft for us. Make it so easy to slide our c.o.c.ks into you. I bet your little p.u.s.s.y will beg for us to fill you with our c.u.m until it's overflowing. She's so f.u.c.king greedy, isn't she? That s.l.u.tty c.u.n.t of yours is going to get you stuffed full of c.o.c.k. I hope you're happy, Doc. You'll be leaking c.u.m for a month after we bury our seed so deep inside you.” Hudson gives her a wicked smile and looks at her mouth. ”That sa.s.sy mouth of yours needs to be taught a lesson too. I think we need to dump some c.u.m in there so you know what it's good for.”

She whimpers at his words, and I can tell by the jerk of her body that she shaking her head. I can't see her face with Hudson in the way, but I smile against her p.u.s.s.y. Her body and mind are fighting, torn between what's right and what feels good.

Freeing her thighs, I slide my hands under her a.s.s, spreading her wider for me.

”Play with her a.s.s, Ridge, get it ready for us. We won't take it today, but trust me, we'll get it next time and I want it to be ready for us.”

It's like he reads my mind as one of my fingers is already on its way to her sweet little a.s.shole. First I push my tongue in, making sure it's nice and wet, then I replace my tongue with my finger, slowly pus.h.i.+ng in.

”Oh G.o.d,” she pleads, and my c.o.c.k drips more c.u.m at her words. I've been leaking so much into my pants, it feels like I've dropped a load of c.u.m in them already. I try to push back the l.u.s.t, because I want my first o.r.g.a.s.m to be inside of her, marking her.

Latching onto her c.l.i.t, I suck hard. I need her to c.u.m now before I do. I feel her p.u.s.s.y spasm and start to shake. Suddenly she shrieks again, and this time she chants ”No” over and over again, her body thras.h.i.+ng back and forth.