Page 133 of Ruining Vanessa

“Any story,” Slayer says firmly. “We have Vanessa. Stop making this weird.”

All I do is stand there, watching them as they kiss and touch and banter. That strange feeling descends upon me again, like I’m in another place, another time.

If only.

“I think Vanessa was so good today,” Giulio declares, tossing his underwear toward the hamper. He turns so he’s facing me fully, and I can see his naked cock. Not hard yet, but—

It won’t take long.

“And since Vanessa was so good, giving us this wonderful little blob, I thought we could give her a reward. Would you like a reward, Vanessa?”

No. Not from them.

I nod despite my thoughts. Slayer has both hands on my breasts now, squeezing my nipples into hardness, and I wince a little. He’s not touching me any harder than usual, but everything feels so tender. He keeps kissing my jaw, my neck, my earlobes, making me shiver.

“I’ll let you pick who fucks you first,” Giulio says, stroking his cock slowly. “But give me a story to go with it.”

I look at him blankly. “What kind of story?” I ask as Slayer grabs the waistband of my skirt and pulls it off of me. He takes my tights off next, leaving me in just my panties.

“A porny one, duh.” Giulio goes to sit on the bed, legs apart. “Or we can go with my version, where we just got back from torturing some people, blood everywhere—”

“No!” I say quickly, feeling the color drain from my cheeks. “I… I’ll…”

Slayer slides his hand into my panties, finding my clit with his fingers.

I’m not wet. I don’t want to get wet. I don’t want to have anything to do with this.

How had I started to lose myself to them? How had I thought of them as more than monsters?

I glance at Damien, desperate for a reprieve. He manages Giulio all the time. Surely he can help me.

“A cocktail hour,” Damien says slowly. He’s down to his underwear. “Vanessa came alone but left with the three of us.”

“I liked the three of you,” I whisper, trying desperately to turn this in my favor. “You were so sweet, so flattering. You seduced me, urging me to return home with you, and I agreed.”

Slayer stops touching me and steps back, starting to undress. “Yeah? Sweet, huh?” He laughs.

Giulio snickers into his hand. “Sure. Who gets the honor of fucking you first? How did that play out?” He slides the rest of the way onto the bed and props himself against the headboard. He’s still stroking himself, getting himself harder. “Really sell it to me, Mama.”

As soon as Slayer’s done stripping, he’s back up on me, pulling my underwear down and nudging my legs apart so he can get back to my clit. I fight back a whimper.

“I…” I don’t want Giulio near me. Even more so than Damien and Slayer, I don’t want Giulio to touch me. I don’t trust him. I had started to, somehow…

Tears prick at the corners of my eyes.

“You told me you’d put on a show,” I say hoarsely. “So Damien… Damien started to suck your cock.”

Giulio’s eyebrows go up, but Damien circles around to sit at the foot of the bed. He puts a hand on Giulio’s thigh, nodding.

“Because Vanessa gets off on two men being together,” Damien says. “And you don’t mind giving a show.”

For some reason, that makes Giulio laugh. “That’s cute. Okay. Damien can blow me. But get over here, Mama, so I can at least make out with you while he does.”

Slayer lets go of me, but he asks, “Where do I fit in in this fantasy?”

I reluctantly start to walk toward the bed, not wanting to be near Giulio at all, let alone kissing him. But if I can tame him, even just a little…

“You get to fuck me first,” I tell Slayer. I’d rather Damien, but I need Damien to keep Giulio occupied. I wipe at my tears, feeling more determined as I approach Giulio.

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