CHAPTER 23
Louisa
I parted my lips and stuck out my tongue in wordless invitation, my mind swimming with conflicting emotions. Viktor established a brutal rhythm behind me, each thrust rocking me forward against the bench. The pain from my paddled bottom mingled with the pleasure of his thick cock stretching me open, creating an utter confusion of sensation that left me gasping.
Oscar freed his cock—smaller than Viktor’s, but perfectly shaped—and guided it to my waiting mouth. I opened wider, taking him in as he began to thrust shallowly between my lips.
“What a bad, bad girl,” he praised, his fingers tangling in my pigtails. “You learned to suck cock, didn’t you?”
Then I was being used hard from both ends, my body rocking between these two powerful men as they claimed me for their pleasure. The sounds from the hall behind us seemed to increase in volume to a higher level—men grunting, girls crying out, the wet slap of flesh on flesh seeming to saturate the air.
Through tear-blurred eyes, I caught glimpses of Jax watching from the side, his face an unreadable mask. Was he disgusted by how eagerly I took these criminals inside me? Or was he proud of how convincingly I played my role?
Viktor’s pace increased, his massive hands gripping my hips hard enough to bruise as he pounded into me. “So tight,” he growled. “Like fucking a virgin.”
Oscar’s thrusts grew more insistent too, his cock pushing deeper into my throat with each forward motion. I struggled to breathe around his invasion, my eyes watering as I fought my gag reflex.
“Look at her,” Oscar said to Jax. “She loves it. You’ve trained her perfectly.”
The worst—and best—part was that my body responded as if I did love it. Each brutal thrust from Viktor sent jolts of forbidden pleasure coursing through me. My pussy clenched around him, growing wetter by the second as Oscar used my mouth with increasing force.
I moaned around Oscar’s cock, the vibrations making him groan with appreciation. “That’s it, bad girl,” he encouraged. “Show Uncle Oscar how much you love his cock.”
Viktor slapped my bottom hard, the sting against my already tender flesh making me yelp around Oscar’s invasion. “Your little girl gets tighter when you slap her ass,” he informed Jax with a chuckle. “You should try it.”
Another slap landed, then another. Each impact made my inner muscles clench involuntarily around Viktor’s thick shaft, drawing grunts of pleasure from the Russian.
“You know what would make it even better?” Jax suggested, stepping closer to observe. “Viktor, have Little Lulu clean her pussy juices off your cock. And Oscar, I think her tight little ass needs attention.”
Viktor grunted his approval, withdrawing from my soaked pussy with a wet sound that made me whimper with shame. Oscar pulled out of my mouth, leaving me gasping for air as strands of saliva connected my lips to his glistening shaft.
“Let’s turn her over,” Jax said.
Oscar was already getting a small bottle in his pocket, and I whimpered just at the sight of it, the lube that would let him use my smallest hole in comfort.
Jax untied me from the bench. I swallowed hard as I understood that it must represent part of his plan, that I would be free to get up when the time came. Viktor flipped me onto my back as if I weighed nothing, the leather bench cool against my punished bottom.
As the men repositioned themselves, Jax leaned down close to my ear, his breath hot against my skin. “The next time your mouth is free, yell, ‘Now, girls,’” he whispered urgently, his voice barely audible.
My heart leapt into my throat. This was it. The moment everything would change. I nodded imperceptibly before opening my mouth to take Viktor’s cock between my lips, tasting my own naughty, tangy essence on his stiff flesh.
Oscar squirted clear lubricant onto his fingers, working it around my exposed anus with methodical precision. The cold gel made me flinch, but I forced myself to relax as he pressed one finger inside, then another, stretching me open.
“Such a tight little hole,” he murmured appreciatively. “Your daddy has taken good care of your bottom.”
I moaned around Viktor’s cock as Oscar positioned himself between my spread thighs, the blunt head of his cock pressing insistently against my reluctant opening as he pressed my knees back almost to my chest. The pressure built, a burning stretch that made tears spring to my eyes. Then suddenly he pushed past the tight ring of muscle, impaling me in one smooth thrust that pulled a muffled scream from my throat.
Viktor’s hands were beneath the back of my head, tangling in my hair to control the depth and rhythm as he fucked my face. “Good girl,” he praised, his accent thickening with arousal. “Suck Uncle Viktor’s big cock.”
This new double invasion was overwhelming—Viktor pressing deep into my throat while Oscar established his rhythm in my bottom. To my horror and confusion, I felt myself racing toward climax. The angle of Oscar’s cock in my most forbidden hole sent waves of shameful pleasure through me with each thrust. I squirmed desperately under his hips, trying to grind my clit against him, seeking that final push toward release.
My mind spun with conflicting emotions. Pride swelled in my chest at how well I was playing my role, embracing the bad girl persona that seemed to come so naturally now. Jax would be pleased with me—I was following his instructions perfectly, wasn’t I?
At the same time, though, terror filled my chest. If I let myself come, would I lose track of the situation and fail to do as Jax had told me? The pleasure building inside me threatened to overwhelm my ability to think clearly, to remember my crucial role.
“Does my Little Lulu want to come?” Jax’s voice cut through the haze of sensation, his tone knowing and dangerous.
The question seemed to split me in two. Suddenly I had again the illusion of floating above the scene, of looking down at my own body as these criminals used it. From this strange, detached perspective, I could see everything—my flushed face, my body writhing between Oscar and Viktor, my legs spread obscenely wide. Around the hall, the other girls were being used just as thoroughly, their bodies bent over benches as men took their turns. The tableau was horrifying and mesmerizing all at once.
