Page 6 of Ruining Vanessa

I instinctively press my lips shut, but Giulio pushes his thumb hard against my cheek.

“Vanessa…” Giulio’s voice has a sharp edge to it.

I flinch, and whether my lips part because of the way Slayer shoves into me or Giulio’s demand, I’m not certain. Either way, Giulio’s cock hits the back of my throat in a matter of seconds, and Slayer groans again as he bottoms out inside of me.

“Shit,” Slayer says with a huff of laughter. “I think all of it makes her wet. Being told she’s just a bitch for breeding, being humiliated, being the center of attention of two hot guys—and don’t read into that, Jules—and just getting all the cock she could ever want.”

I start to suck on Giulio, gagging around him. At least it’s not Damien’s, which is more than I can handle on a good day.

At least while I focus on Giulio’s cock, I can sort of ignore everything they’re saying. The pet names and the taunting, the way Giulio laughs every so often because of something I’m not paying attention to. The bindings keep me from slipping on the bench, and Giulio isn’t thrusting too deep, so I’m not even at risk of choking.

Tears threaten to spill again, especially when Slayer grips my ass, changing the angle of his thrusts just enough that more pleasure shoots up my spine.

And to think… this is a good day.

He picks up the pace, and I’m jarred back into reality by his harsh thrusts. “The angle’s too awkward for me to finger her while I’m fucking her,” he says. “You’ll have to get her off. Too bad you can’t eat her out, but I gotta leave all my cum inside of her.”

He grips me harder, thrusts wilder, faster, until he’s groaning out his climax as he spills into me.

Giulio pulls out too, wiping his spit-drenched cock over my face. “Finger her? She’s gonna get off from my cock. You know she is.” He bends down to kiss my nose, apparently unbothered by the moisture his cock had left behind. “Aren’t you, girl? You always do.”

I wish I could say it wasn’t true. But it usually is enough to have just their cocks, and I hate my body for being like this.

“Yes,” I whisper, blinking hard against the tears.

Giulio chuckles and kisses the corner of my eye. “You are so hot like this, Mama.”

I squeeze my eyes closed.

Mama.

It’ll be true soon enough. It may already be true. My period needs to come soon so I can shake off this trepidation. On one hand, I know I need to get pregnant soon so they won’t put me out on the floor to work. On the other, I don’t want to get pregnant any time soon. But if I do get knocked up… Does that mean they’ll use me less?

Doubtful.

Slayer pulls out, dragging his cock over my ass cheeks. He ambles over to stand in front of me and tells me, “Suck me clean.”

“I told you, not until you reciprocate,” Giulio answers, flicking Slayer’s softening cock.

“Oh, fuck you,” Slayer says. “That’s if I want you to suck me. I’m telling our little bitch here to do it. Go fuck her, Daddy.”

“I think next time, we should have her set up as one of those bangmaid wives. Make her serve us snacks while we watch ‘the game’... I guess that’s football?” Giulio gets up and walks behind me, and if I didn’t have Slayer already shoving his cock at me, I would have craned my neck to keep track of him.

I’m always apprehensive now when I can’t tell what Giulio is up to. When he’s in a good mood, things are… not fine, but usually bearable. He’s the most personable of them. The least scary.

I can’t forget what he looked like when he was in a bad mood.

I can’t forget how he threw Stef to the wolves.

I can’t forget the chilling terror I felt, looking at his cold, indifferent eyes.

“Bangmaid? Where the fuck do you get these terms?” Slayer asks as he pries my mouth open.

“Am I really the only person around here who uses the internet?” Giulio slaps my ass and tugs at the plug again.

I squirm when he toys with the plug, wishing he would just take it out.

I haven’t heard the term either, but I can pretty much figure it out. A maid they can “bang” whenever the hell they want. That’s probably what my life will turn into. Cooking, cleaning, taking care of a baby… If I’m lucky, I’ll only be a stay-at-home mom. If I’m not, I’ll have to juggle all of the other things that come along with being a ‘bangmaid’ with a baby’s needs, too.

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