Page 59 of Entombed In Sin

The pain and pleasure mix yet again. It only stirs up another unholy, impossibly intense orgasm. The pleasure reaches every part of my body. My nails continue to dig into Knox while the rest of me convulses and quivers uncontrollably.

I can’t stop cumming. Just when I think my orgasm is going to subside, another crests and takes me over. I lift my head, wailing as it all becomes too much. My eyes find Sagan’s and I cum all over again. He grins. The gesture is terrifying and breathtaking.

As I come down from this almost painful high, I go limp, collapsing onto Knox’s chest with my full weight.

Thatcher stills behind me as he cums loudly, his snarl so intense that I flinch despite how completely drained I feel. To my surprise, I can feel hisandKnox’s cocks twitch inside me. Both men fill me but there’s no room for their cum. It all spills out of my body, onto the table and Knox.

Sagan is the last to find his release, but he’s not far behind us. Holding my gaze, he jerks his hips forward, sending his dick as far as he can down Knox’s throat and stilling as he finds his release. Knox’s body flinches and he sputters as he chokes down Sagan’s cum.

Thatcher’s hand strokes my sweaty back.

“See? That wasn’t so hard, was it, Little Sister? You know what to do next time?”

I nod, my cheek still on Knox’s chest. Sagan pulls his cock out of Knox’s mouth as I let out a contented sigh.

“I was never into dolls growing up,” Sagan says. “But I think I might’ve just hit the age where they’re now appropriate. I want to play with your doll, Little Viper, a lot.”

“You had that G.I Joe action figure,” Thatcher objects.

“How long did it last?”

Thatcher hums thoughtfully before he replies, “Two weeks?”

“Try two days.”

“Well, let’s make sure this doll lasts longer than that, ok?” Thatcher sighs. “I like our sister’s doll.”

Sagan flashes a cold smile to this brother. “You and me both.”

With a sigh, I close my eyes and listen to Knox’s heartbeat rapidly in his chest. “You hear that, Knox? You’re everyone’s favorite doll. Our Pretty Doll.”

Thatcher pulls out of me. My weak cry of pain is muffled as I bury my face into Knox’s chest. With a deep breath, I lift my hips and allow Knox’s softening cock to slide out of me. Without the presence of another, this doesn’t hurt nearly as badly.

“Aren’t you going to ask how the funeral went? The pastor missed you today,” Thatcher asks casually as he climbs down off the table.

The contentment weakening my limbs vanishes. A cold chill slithers its way down my spine, causing it to stiffen. It’s followed by shame. A grimace crumples my facial features before I can catch it, and I know Thatcher notices as his gaze swings to my face as he waits for a response.

What did he and Sagan hear? I’m sure the people who showed up to pay their respects weren’t kind or quiet when it came to the rumors that were inevitably floating around about me and Trevor. What did Pastor Michaels say to his parishioners? Maybe I should’ve warned them that people would be talking. Then again, it doesn’t have anything to do with them. Why would they care? They know the truth. Trevor practically admitted it before they killed him. What more is there to say? This is what life is like in a small town.

At least it is for me.

“I’m sure it was a lovely service,” I mutter, turning my face away. “Pastor Michaels is my friend; I probably should’ve been there for him, but I appreciate you going in my place.”

Please don’t tell me about what you heard, I pray silently. I’m sure Thatcher and Sagan have heard their fair share. I have a strong feeling, given how much I’ve come to enjoy the twins’ presence, that hearing what the people of Chasm say about me from them, would hurt more than usual.

There’s the shortest pause as the twins move toward the door.

“Of course, Little Sister. Whatever you need, we’ll provide,” Thatcher says his voice lacking any infliction. “Have fun with your doll.”

Neither one of them says anything else as they leave the room, and when they’re gone, I let out a relieved sigh.

20

THATCHER

“So I’m asking, no, imploring you, to reassure anyone who asks to tell people that Trevor did right by you. That you two were on good terms. I can’t let his reputation get sullied.”

Leaning forward, I click off the recording on my phone before I hear anymore. Since I left Beatrix in the preparation room and came into the office over an hour ago, I’ve already listened to this recording all the way through seven times. Each time I hear the pastor admit to his crimes, I find tension growing taut in my chest. There’s a throbbing behind my eyes I’ve never experienced before. It’s not quite the same as a headache. With each pulse, I can feel my thoughts twisting, rationality weakening, and the melting of the fine threads that keep my sanity intact.

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