Page 58 of Entombed In Sin

“What are you doing?” Sagan snaps, stepping closer to Knox’s head as he glares at me.

I couldn’t stop even if I wanted to. “What does it look like? I’m playing with my toy.”

Sagan glares at me a moment longer, then tilts his head to the side to look behind me. “Thatcher, are you going to let her play with this exquisite doll in such a sloppy manner?”

“Of course not,” Thatcher assures him. “Our little sister decided to go rogue, and I couldn’t help but pause to admire how much of her juices are dripping down around Knox’s balls. Pretty Boy, you’ve had a staunch admirer this whole time. Think of how much fun you could’ve had with our sister if you hadn’t had your head so far up your ass.”

“Well, by all means, continue staring, brother,” Sagan says, crossing his arms over his chest. “I didn’t realize this wasyourmoment. I was under the impression we were here to help show my Little Viper how to play.”

Thatcher’s hands, still resting on my hips, force me to stop grinding.

“Thatcher!” I know I sound like a petulant child and it doesn’t help my cause as I wiggle my hips, trying to break free of his grasp. Knox’s dick massages my insides as I move, and we both groan again.

“Hush,” Thatcher orders with a growl into my ear.

He reaches up and cuffs the back of my neck. With a little pressure, he forces me to bend forward to lay on top of Knox, who watches me with rapt attention. I brace my hands on the table on either side of Knox’s head. His eyes are a little less glossy now and the blue is nearly gone now that his pupils areblown wide. Without thinking about it, I lean forward and kiss Knox’s chin.

His face twitches.

Before I can analyze if it’s to pull away, there’s pressure at the entrance of my pussy. It takes less than a nanosecond to realize what’s happening. We’ve done this before—I don’t know if I can do it again.

“Thatcher!” I shriek, trying to sit up, but his hand applies more pressure to keep me down. “Thatcher, no! I can’t!”

“How else am I supposed to show you how to play with your toy, Little Sister, if I don’t use your body like a puppet? Besides, you're such a good girl, Beatrix. I know you’ll handle this and I know how much you want to please me,” Thatcher murmurs.

He surges forward harder, not relenting as I scream into Knox’s neck. My body fights Thatcher on this. As fiercely turned on as I am, I can’t do this again. There’s just so muchstretching. I try to jerk my hips away from him, to stop the burning as the pressure mounts, but Thatcher drags me back by the hips.

“Come on, Little Sister, you’re doing so well. Don’t run from me now, we haven’t gotten to the good part yet,” he coos. I stop trying to fight this, knowing that it's only making this worse. “Good girl, Beatrix. Now relax and let your brother fuck your pussy while you cum all over my boyfriend’s dick.”

I don’t understand the mechanics of how it’s possible to have two men inside me. It’s happened before and here it is, happening again, yet I still don’t have an answer. But as I breathe and allow Thatcher to sink inside me, I start to enjoy it. The burn and sting shifts to an intense, bone-deep pleasure that touches my soul and causes tension to coil in my gut. My choked groan is hidden in the crook of Knox’s neck. He mimics the noise.

“There you go; that’s right, Little Sister. You’re doing so well,” Thatcher coos as he continues to sink deeper into mybody. His praise earns him a few more inches as my body warms and gushes around him and Knox. Thatcher lets out a strained laugh. “Your pussy loves my cock, doesn’t it? It's always so welcoming. You’re always just so fucking wet—” He chokes off, stopping half inside me. “Fuck, Knox, your cock is taking up all the space. You damn cunt-hog. You’re lucky I love your cock as much as I love this cunt.”

Knox’s body trembles beneath me, and his mouth pulls into a loose smile. Even with a little drool dripping from the corner of his mouth, he’s pretty. Its unfair beauty comes so easily to him. His smile disappears as Thatcher grips the back of my neck forcefully and gives one hard, long thrust to bottom out. Knox cries out, the loudest of the noises he’s made yet. My scream overpowers it though. The sound starts off as pained as I’m ripped into two, but morphs into one of extreme euphoria as I feel so gloriously full. I can’t breathe. As my pussy flutters and gushes around the two dicks inside me, I realize maybe breathing isn’t important.

My butt tries to arch upward but I can’t move without intense stretching. All my body can do is squeeze and pulsate around Thatcher and Knox’s dicks while I breathe in short pants. I move my hands to rest on Knox’s chest as Thatcher pulls out, dragging me back with him. Knox sucks in a sharp breath and his eyes widen, as if I’ve shocked him. They roll as he lets out a deep groan. When Thatcher thrusts back inside of me, my nails dig into Knox’s skin. The heavy shudder that rushes through Knox doesn’t go unnoticed. I whimper desperately as my body squeezes both men. Above us there’s movement. I lift my head, breathing heavily as I do, to find Sagan pulling out his hard dick. He fists it as he looks at me.

“Next time, we’ll work all three of our cocks into you, Little Viper,” Sagan promises. “You look so fucking good stuffed.Maybe we’ll get your stomach to swell with our cum too. Let’s see how much someone needs to live off.”

“I’ll die,” I gasp as Thatcher drags his cock out and then buries it in my pussy once more. My body is shoved forward and Knox’s piercings roll against my inner walls. Knox and I make a similar noise.

“Do you think your death would stop me from fucking you?” Sagan asks, his tone almost incredulous. “I’ll fuck your corpse for as long as it holds its form. Your pussy coiled around my cock is how it will always be, Little Viper.”

The thought is sick. What is wrong with him? And what’s wrong withme? Clearly something because my pussy bears down harder on Thatcher and Knox. I can feel my body leaking freely, and as Thatcher thrusts back and forth, the movement becomes slicker. The latter groans loudly. Knox’s head dips back as he tries to push his hips upward, off the table to drive in deeper. It’s a weak attempt, but I find myself pleased that he’s getting something from this.

“Help Knox move to the edge of the table, brother,” Sagan orders.

I know what that means. Before I can brace myself, Thatcher pulls out and slams into me hard. Both Knox and I are pushed a few inches forward. I scream at the intensity. It’s too much. I can’t take it. But despite my mental protest, my body coils tighter than ever. I can feel the edges of an orgasm tingling around my consciousness. How is this physically possible? I ache in ways I didn’t even know existed. I shouldn’t be feeling pleasure like this. But I am. Oh god…I am. My lips skim over Knox’s chest as I feel both overly stretched and not full enough. Another impossibility.

Thatcher repeats the motion, harder this time, and then does it again. He picks up the speed, laughing as I cry out as the fringes of the impending orgasm creep closer.

“See, Little Sister,thisis how you play with your doll. You use him to stuff your pretty little cunt and force him to make you cum,” Thatcher says from behind me.

Sagan takes advantage as Knox’s head dangles over the edge of the table. He pry’s Knox’s lips open and shoves his cock into his mouth. Knox chokes hard and his body twitches like he wants to fight it.

“Shut up, Knox,” Sagan orders as he starts to drill his dick down Knox’s throat. “Just choke on my dick like the pretty little doll you are and pray I cum before you pass out from lack of air.”

It’s all too much. Their words, Thatcher’s hard thrusting, and the sight of Knox choking combine to send me over the edge. The world dissolves and all I can do is feel. The rolling tidal wave of ecstasy that curls my toes, steals my breath, and causes my heart to seize crashes over me with a force that obliterates all common sense. It steals away every reason to live except to feel this again. My body convulses so hard that Thatcher is forced to stop; my body bearing down on him and Knox like a vise. I can feel my body gushing around the guys. I couldn’t stop it even if I wanted to try. Thatcher snarls behind me, his grip on my neck tightening as he forces his dick to move, despite the way I’m clenching around him.

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