“Your son fucks better than you,” I say, and he picks up my body to pull the restraints off me. When he sets me on my feet, I nearly collapse. Instead, he lays me on the table and pulls my head off the end.
“Open your mouth and thank me, Alania,” he grunts, cradling the back of my neck. I open my mouth, and he pushes all the way down my throat. I gag softly when he starts rocking his hips, but I start sucking his cock, and I relax. He keeps his hand on the back of my neck as he squeezes my breasts and pinches mynipples. I grab the backs of his thighs, and he whimpers when I suck harder.
“Fuck, this mouth. Yes! Fuck yes!” He moans, desperately sliding his cock in and out of my throat. When he explodes in my mouth, I swallow him, and he whimpers again.
“Jesus, girl,” he pants and backs off from me.
“You can thank me by warning me who is next,” I say, and he laughs.
“Next is a man named Ralph. He will treat you well. Raul is after him. Seventh, I don’t know. They didn’t give a name, and they’ve kept their face covered. Fredrico hasn’t even been here, so there isn’t an issue there. Just someone who is probably married and afraid of his wife.”
“Okay,” I laugh.
“Take care of yourself, Alania. Adrian is a good man, but even he has enemies.”
“What’s life without some drama?” I say as he moves me down on the table so I can relax.
The next man takes my ass, but leaves right after, allowing me to relax for a while before Raul comes in. He moves us to a chair and has me sit on his cock and ride him while he holds a wand on my clit. I come so hard that he ends up laying me back on the table, where I unintentionally fall asleep.
I wake to a warm hand on my face. When I open my eyes. The man has a scream mask on. “Hot,” I mutter.
He pulls me up from the table and points to the floor. I sink to my knees, and he towers over me. He starts by pulling his massive cock free. I look up at him as I stroke him and see something familiar looking back at me. When I take him into my mouth, he watches as I take his cock down my throat and suck hard. He is huge, and I can’t get all of him into my mouth. As I bob on his cock, he strokes my hair. After a second, he pulls me up and sits me on the table so he can push my legs apart. As he slides his cock into me, I gasp and grab his wrists.
“Jesus Christ!” I cry out when he starts rocking his hips. I feel like I am going to explode as he goes harder and harder. He lets go of my legs and grabs my hips, forcing memories into my mind. I lie back and squeeze my eyes shut, but he goes harder, reaching deeper. No matter how hard I fight the memory, it’s there. I can’t picture anything else, and it’s destroying me.
This man has me coming so hard I can’t see straight, and I arch off the table mumbling incoherent words. He fucks as hard and long as Adrian does. I’d sell my soul to the fucking devil to have both of them fuck me at the same time. Mask or not, I don’t care. The timer goes off for the two-minute warning, and he is still pumping away. It sounds again, and I hear Adrian come into themakeshift cell. The man inside me falters his rhythm, but Adrian speaks up.
“You’re okay. Keep going,” Adrian says as he walks around the table.
“I can’t come anymore,” I whine. “Fuck!”
“You can come again, Little Dove. How does it feel?”
“So good. So fucking good,” I moan. “He’s so big… Fuck, I’m so full.”
“Tell him, Little Dove. Tell him it’s not a dream,” he says. The man inside me grunts, and it all clicks.
“Oh, dear God. It’s Brent,” I whine. He goes to pull away from me, but I grab his wrists and sit up. He pulls out of me, but doesn’t move. He still has a full face mask on. I reach for him, and he flinches away. “Let me…”
Brent steps closer, and I pull the mask off him. He drops his head in shame, but I take his face between my hands and pull him closer. “If you walk out of here without coming after killing several of my brain cells, I will stab you,” I say sweetly, making him smile as tears roll down his cheeks.
“I’m sorry, Nia. I shouldn’t have…”
“Tell him,” Adrian says.
“Tell me what?” Brent asks me. I smile, and he seems to panic a bit. “Alania. What is…”
“We aren’t siblings, Brent,” I say.
“Alania, saying that doesn’t change…”
“Adrian said I am a ghost. There is no record of my birth, and Mom has no records of ever being pregnant,” I say. “Raul apparently stole my DNA and sent it off to a friend who works at a lab. Adrian did the same from the cup you drank out of last week… We aren’t even a little related.”
“Then who…”
“Do you remember when I was little, probably about five, I couldn’t talk very well?” I ask.
“Yeah…”
