“What?” she gasps, swiping away a tear and looking up at me with trembling confusion.
I chuckle cruelly. “You’re just like every other desperate cunt who comes crawling in here throwing herself on the floor and begging like a brainwashed slut to get sucked and fucked by the infamous, insatiable Angel.”
“I’m not,” she says, a tear spilling down her cheek. “That’s not what happened, Saint.”
“Except it is,” I say, nodding to the old-fashioned light fixture. “I saw the video. So did Heath. And probably half the other Hellhounds. They’ll be lining up to run a train on you, just like all the sacrifices before you. I bet you’d like that, wouldn’t you? Getting that pretty little pussy drilled by twelve dicks in a row, until you’re swimming in cum instead of just getting a little on your tits.”
She gulps and looks down, a steady trickle of tears leaking from her eyes now.
I rock back on my heels and tap my chin with one finger. “Or maybe you’d rather take two or three at a time, let them fill all your holes at once. What do you think, Angel?”
Mercy shrinks back, clutching the blanket around her like it will stop my words, or maybe the event I described. “Please,” she whispers, her breath hitching, tears dripping onto the blanket.
“And to think I was coming to bring you home for Christmas,” I say, shaking my head. “I figured if I could forgive you, so could our parents. But I guess that’s out now. No one wants a whore for a daughter.”
I turn and head for the door, but Mercy’s voice stops me. “How did you know?”
I pause, consider leaving her to rot in her shame. But I can’t resist dealing another blow. Watching her cry turns me on more than I like to admit. I’m so hard I’m sure she’ll see it if she looks. My cock is straining against the black slacks I wore to the Midnight Mass, aching to ram home inside her, to watch the tears spurt from her eyes even faster, her face scarlet with humiliation, her pussy soaking me against her will. I don’t get off on causing pain—at least not the physical kind. What gets me off is watching her tremble and beg, blush with the shame I drive into her with each word. The darker the humiliation that rises to her cheeks, the harder my cock gets.
What kind of fucked up guy gets off on a girl’s tears, her groveling shame and degradation?
I already know the answer to that.
But now is not the time to get into my own shit. This is about Mercy.
“How did I know what?” I ask, turning back at last. “That you’re a dirty, used cumrag?”
She hiccups, the color in her cheeks darkening. I fight the urge to groan with need, to push her back on the bed and open her thighs and see if the humiliation makes her as wet as I hope it does.
“You said you saw,” she whispers, gripping the blanket with white knuckles.
“Yeah,” I say. “I saw everything. My little sister who wants everyone to think she’s as sweet and innocent as a lamb, rubbing her cunt on the biggest cock on campus, panting like a dog in heat.”
“How?” she asks, darting her gaze up to mine.
I lazily wave a hand at the camera mounted in the light. “Angel’s as sick as the rest of us,” I say. “He may play the eager golden retriever, but he has a camera over his bed so we can watch all his conquests get wrecked in real time. You’re just another number, baby sis.”
“That’s not true,” she cries, whipping around to see Angel. “Is it?”
The desperation in her voice almost softens me, but I’m not the sucker I was before.
“Notjusta number,” Angel says, grinning at her. “But will I add you to my tally like the rest of the girls I’ve defiled on this campus? Hell yeah, baby girl. I’m proud of this one. You were practically a virgin, and those chicks can never take a cock this big. You’re a fuckin’ trooper.”
His fist drags up his length, over the studs that climb the underside of his dick, drawing his foreskin up over his tip.
“The best part is, Heath screen recorded it,” I say. “So we can watch it whenever we want. He might even pass it around to a few more guys on campus, make a few bucks. Or maybe we’ll share it with your favorite priest, see how he feels about his innocent little lamb after he’s seen her humping a monster cock like a dog and taking cum shots to the tits.”
“Angel?” she asks, tears rolling faster down her cheeks, her face stricken at the betrayal.
“Did you really think he cared about you?” I ask with a scoff. “Pathetic. Come on, Angel. Let’s go. Heath needs us. Mercy already got what she needed, and more than she deserves.”
“Sorry, babe,” Angel says, rolling off the bed. “Hellhounds don’t do the whole drama thing with chicks. I figured you knew.”
She drops her head, her bare shoulders shaking with sobs, while Angel grabs his jeans and pulls them up, stuffing his cock down one leg of them and then hopping to get them zipped and everything in place. When he’s found his shirt, turned it right-side-out and pulled it on, and stuffed his feet into his shoes, we turn back to Mercy. She hasn’t moved from her position on the bed, hunched over and defeated, clinging to the blanket like it’s the last scrap of her dignity.
“Get yourself together and see yourself out,” I say. “You act like you’re the first girl who ever got used and thrown away like the trash she is. It’s pathetic.”
She nods, wiping at her nose, unable to look at us.