Page 65 of Absentia Mori

“Raithe,” she whines.

I nuzzle her neck while she gets fucked. “If only your brother could see you now…” I taunt.

Mordecai snickers. “That can be arranged. Maybe we should send him a picture.”

Her nostrils flare as she glares at him. But every time she tries to get up, Raithe drives into her, pressing against a spot so deep inside that her eyes roll back.

I lick her face. “Yeah, give in to the rage, little freak. It will make you cum harder.”

Mordecai leaps off the bed and rummages through her brother’s drawers until he finds what he wants. “Here we go. I knew there’d be one in here.”

She gasps when he points the video camera at her. “You wouldn’t fucking—” Her words are cut off by Raithe riding her. He grinds hard against her. “Shut your mouth while I fuck you,” he growls.

Mordecai moves the camera over the length of her body. “Show your brother what a good fucking whore you are for us.”

Fuck. “Let’s show him what she looks like covered in cum.” I slide my hand up and down my cock, relishing the feel of every taut ridge. It’s all for her. I squeeze when I get to the tip, milking my pre cum out.

I shift to my knees as I jerk myself off over her belly. “You have no idea how many nights I’ve gotten myself off to thoughts of you.”

Mordecai stalks around us as he keeps filming. “You will never be clean again, Lib. You’re our dirty little pet.”

She looks into the camera. “You’re fucking sick.”

“Yeah, and it makes you so fucking wet, you’re about to cum the hardest you ever have,” he bites back.

She moans as Raithe bursts inside her. They cum at the same time, a symbiotic eruption of sin and filth and repulsion. And it triggers me.

“Oh, fuck. Here I come.” The blood in my cock rushes, shooting down my shaft as I swell and pulse. My cum bursts out in hot sticky ropes. And I paint her with it. I jerk my cock over her like I’m shaking up a champagne bottle.

She lets out a gurgled cry that sounds like a wild animal in heat. “Fuck,” she screams.

I dip my fingers into my own cum and smear it across her lips. “Feast.”

Mordecai keeps the camera angled on us.

Her eyelids flutter. I can see the exhaustion setting in. But I won’t let her fucking go to sleep until she swallows every drop.

“Don’t make me ask you twice,” I warn.

She licks her lips, sucking them clean.

“Good.” I dip my fingers again and feed it to her off my finger. Over and over again until all of it’s been cleaned.

“I’m so sore,” she whines.

“We’re going to take care of you now, little pet,” Raithe coaxes.

For the rest of the night, we worship her. After cleaning her pussy, we take her to her own bedroom and lay her down. Mordecai holds ice cubes to her nipples after I remove the chains. We take turns massaging her limbs. She slips in and out of consciousness, and it’s tempting to fuck her while she’s asleep. But Mordecai insists that she rests. Though, all of us are fighting with our own cravings and urges to take our little freak on another ride.

There will be retaliation. She will get her sweet violent revenge on us. And I can’t fucking wait.

I stand in my walk-in closet and stare at my clothes, dumbfounded.Who the hell am I?

My limbs ache, and my nipples are so sore I can barely touch them. I can’t even wear a bra. The deviancy they’ve pulled me into is like a drug. I want more even though I know it might destroy me. My pussy tingles at the slightest thought of them. I’m obsessed. Raithe, Mordecai, and Fabien are all I want. All I’ve ever wanted.

I push through my designer clothes, soured by the look of them. They don’t fit me anymore. The actual fit is fine; it’s the vibe. I’m not trying to present spoiled princess. They’re just reminders of the life I was trapped in. They were bought with poison money. My father’s money. Funds he received from countless business deals that I helped broker with my teenage body.

I feel sick.

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