Page 41 of Broken Pieces

“Sit down,” I order her and she shakes her head. “Sit down,” I repeat again, stepping closer so our bodies mold together. Obediently, she does what I say without any more resistance.

Her eyes remain fixed on me as she slowly lowers herself to the ground.

She was made for this. Destined to be our obedient little whore.

“Good girl. Now, hands up.”

Slowly, she raises them above her head, the movement makes her blouse stretch over her tits and my mouth salivates at the sight of them. I've always loved them, so fucking big and perfect. More than enough for Max and I to enjoy together.

Max grabs hold of her shaking wrists and loops a length of rope around one.

“Wait, what are you doing? Stop!” Her fighting instincts kick back in and she struggles against him, but he easily threads the rope around a metal pole on the bookcase behind her before securing her other wrist in place. “Please, don’t hurt me,” she begs again.

“Baby, everytime you beg it only makes us harder.” I make a show of rubbing the bulge in my pants and her eyes lock on to the motion and widen.

“Mouth or pussy? Your choice,” I say to my brother. He doesn’t stop staring at her, his hand wrapped tight around the bat. I’m not worried he’ll hurt her with it, that’s not like him, but I can feel him battling his emotions.

This is a lot for both of us. To finally be near her again, to be touching her again. Violet is all we've fantasized about for years and now we finally get to have her.

“Mouth,” he finally says and she whimpers as her chin trembles.

I grab Violet's jaw and squeeze it tight until her mouth is forced open and her tongue rolls out.

“You going to be a good, little whore and suck his cock?”

Her brow creases as she looks at me, I expect her to resist, to fight and scream, but she simply nods.

Fuck. Does she really know it’s us? Or has she actually turned into a slut while she’s been away?

“I want to see her tits whilst I fuck her face,” Max says surprising me with his intensity.

He bends down and tears open her blouse then yanks her pink, lacy bra down under her tits, pushing them up nicely. “I wish I could tastethese now.” He grabs a handful of the soft flesh and squeezes hard. My cock twitches at the magnificent sight.

As she whimpers more and more, a line of drool leaks from her mouth where I’m still holding it open. I watch as it drips down onto her tits and Max rubs it into her hardening nipples.

“Oh, she likes that, listen to those moans. We’ve got ourselves a filthy, little slut here. Bet she’d do anything if you asked her nicely enough."

"Or maybe not so nicely?" Max chips in as he rolls one of her nipples between two of his fingers.

"Which is it, baby? Do you like being told what to do, told how much of a dirty girl you are?” I hold my face close to hers as I talk, the glow from the mask making her look away.

She lets out a long moan as Max tips his mask up just enough to take her nipple into his mouth.

He sucks and tugs until it pops free from between his teeth then does the same to the other, leaving them both glistening with saliva.

The image of them covered in come flashes in my mind and that settles exactly what I’m going to do to her tonight.

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Violet

Itry so hard to stop myself from moaning and to ignore the wetness now coating my thighs under my skirt, but Max’s mouth on my breasts feels way too good.

This is all I’ve wanted for so long and it’s finally happening.

At least I think it is.

I could be wrong and these two masked men aren’t actually my stepbrothers.

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