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On and on it goes until I’m limp on Manson’s chest, crying and begging them to let me come.

Asher slaps down on my ass hard, the sensation only pushing me closer to the edge I crave, but just like before, he makes it impossible to catch his rhythm. There’s a moment where I wonder how common it is to die while being speared by two giant cocks, because death might be preferable to the torture they’re causing.

“I’m close,” Ash admits, his breathing going ragged more and more with each thrust. “Fuck, it’s so tight. Come with me, Manson. Let’s breed our little slut together.”

It hits me that they’re not gonna let me join them. I can be as good as I want and they’ll never relent, never put my pleasure above their bullshit need for control.

It makes it easier to handle the savage way they fuck me, the brutal way they chase each other to the finish line.

I feel Manson break first, cock throbbing and pulsing with his release. Asher mutters something broken about being able to feel him as he finally stills too, and I’m in such a state of shock that I don’t do anything but lay there and twitch.

I did this to myself.

“So strong,” Manson praises, his hand sliding along my cheek and jaw gently. “Now our girl is truly stuffed full.”

“She really is. How’s it feel, pet?”

Asher’s hands slide along my stomach softer than he’s ever touched me before, but it still feels like needles on my skin. Though a part of me wants to say something snarky like ‘I’m sure you tried your best,’ a bigger part of me understands that the quickest way to get them off of me is to just play along.

“It’s not just there,” I remind them. “You came in my mouth too.”

“I know,” he whispers into my ear, his teeth nipping the tip before he continues. “And we’re far from done with you today.”

Of course he’s not. Why would he be? Why wouldn’t he continue to add insult to injury, to keep taking even when I have nothing else to give?

I don’t respond. I can’t, not without saying something that will make things worse for me. All I can do for myself right now is hold on.

19

Asher

She’s fast asleep, and my brain won’t let me think about anything else but the fact that Manson has bred her pussy twice since I have.

It’s an obsession I can’t fucking shake, and I hate myself for it. I bred her throat, I was the first to breed her ass, and yet my cock is rock hard thinking of her addictive pussy like a fiend.

She’s fast asleep, and I can’t find it in me to care.

It wouldn’t be the first time I fucked her while she’s unconscious, and I know without a doubt it won’t be the last, so I strip off my clothes in her doorway and close the distance to her bed.

She’s on her back, pink hair splayed over her parted lips, and her perfect tits calling to my hands so loudly I don’t know how everyone doesn’t hear it.

I grip her breasts, happy she doesn’t even stir, and by the time I’m climbing onto her bed I hear Manson in the doorway. “Come to watch or join?”

The choice is his, all I know is I’m the one who will come in this pussy tonight.

“Watch, I guess. I thought maybe she was having an episode.” He inches forward, watching her chest rise and fall softly. “But then I found these in the bathroom.”

I hear the sound of pills rattling before I see the bottle in the dark. Sleeping pills, the same ones Manson gave her the night I broke the promise I made my dad.

“So she was trying to avoid us.” I smile to myself even though I’m annoyed by it because it really doesn’t matter if she wants toavoid us, we’re here. And we will take what is ours. “Should we record it?”

“Maybe,” he shrugs. “It’ll remind her that she can’t hide. But we also proved today there’s no reward for not hiding, so I don’t know if it matters.”

“I had planned on making her come all night once she came to us, but then she took those pills.” I scratch my head in thought. “Should we have let her come?” I ask, needing to know his thoughts here.

Sighing, he steps up next to the bed and reaches down, brushing her hair out of her face. “Letting her come during an episode she won’t enjoy or remember won’t count inside this pretty pink head. It all comes down to which behaviors you want to reinforce. You want her to beg, to be willing, to seek us out on her own? Show her there’s a reward at the end of it. You want her scared, heartbroken and crying, completely under your control? We’re nailing it.” His hand dips lower, over the crevice of her collarbone, across her peaked nipple, circling around her belly button. “So what do you want, Asher? Which version of our pet do you like best?”

Both. But we can’t have both, and I hate admitting I’ve been wrong every step of the way here. With just Manson listening though, I allow myself to be honest even though each word that leaves my mouth feels forced. I can’t hide from him... I don’t want to.

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