Filthy Secret

The man from earlier comes out of the shadows and crosses his arms. Disappointment emanates off of him in waves. I know he said not to run, but how was I supposed to know the punishment would be pregnancy? Nick shakes his head and comes up to me, his clothed body a stark contrast to the naked flesh surrounding me.

“You better hope you get pregnant, my little cow. That’s the only way you get out of this deal. Once you produce a child for us, you’ll be given the choice to live with that baby, lavished on with more money than you can imagine, or stay down here with us and live out your every depraved fantasy.”

He says that, but will he actually give me a choice? These don’t seem like the men that would just allow me to walk away.

Nick pauses, his fingers sliding over my mound. “God, you’re soaking. You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?” He stops at my clit and rubs the sensitive flesh. Groaning, I rock into his touch, silently demanding more. “I hope you decide to stay with us, Penny. I can make every dark wish you have come true.”

Pulling back, he makes room for the other man, and I shudder at the thick erection bobbing towards me. There’s no way they’re going to stall any longer. Soon, that huge cock is going to be inside of me, tearing away the last vestige of my innocence. I should be devastated, but as I stare at the rippling muscles of my owner, I can’t help the thread of excitement running through me.

“By the way, the name is Peter, not Oh God. Please remember that when you start to scream.”

Peter takes his spot on the chair behind me and pulls me in between his splayed legs. Gripping my hips, he runs his lips over the crest of my ass. Nick walks forward, a dark scarf hanging from his hands. For a moment, I feel like a prisoner about to be executed, except it won’t be a bullet piercing my body. With soft, gentle movements, Nick wraps the scarf around my eyes, blocking out the harsh light.

Even though part of me wants to watch my dad, to see if he really feels any remorse over what he did, a bigger part is grateful they’re insisting on taking that ability away from me. With the blindfold, I’m able to concentrate on what Peter is doing and not on my dad. Besides, do I really want to associate him with this moment?

Peter’s powerful hands grip my thighs and spread them over his, just like a kid about to ride a pony. His thick cock rides up the crack of my ass, and I can’t help but wiggle a bit, teasing him as much as he’s tormented me.

“Minx,” he growls, slapping my clit with his fingertips. It should hurt. By all rights, him striking me should bring pain and not the explosion of pleasure that it does. Groaning, I arch into his touch, rubbing along his shaft again.

He pulls away, and I ache for his touch. Soon, Peter’s fingers return, cupping my breasts in his large palms. Hot, wet heat engulfs one of my nipples, and I pull back, startled by the new sensation. There’s another man in front of me, but I can’t see who it is.

“Shhh. Settle Penny. You better get used to my mouth on you.” I recognize that voice. It’s Nick. My body goes limp with relief as he continues to suckle me. “I’m going to be the one to induce your milk, and trust me, you’ll prefer my mouth over the machines.”

As his lips work me over, his other hand plucks at the other nipple, pulling it, tugging it, bringing me right to the point of pain, only to let go and start again. Moaning, I grind against Peter, needing relief from the myriad of sensations flooding my body. Who knew this is what I was missing out on by suffering the pathetic touches of the drunken frat boys?

“I need you to be honest with me, Penny,” Peter whispers in my ear. “I need you to tell me everything you let those boys do to you.” “I – I.” Nick’s mouth skims lower, and all thoughts flee.

“Let me help you out,” Nick murmurs, his breath hot against my stomach. “Did they touch you here?” He slides his fingers against my clit. “N-No, Sir.” I whimper, angling my hips up to him. My arms begin to burn as I hang there, waiting for them to defile me, but I push that to the side, concentrating on just his touch.

“Good girl. How about here?” He slides a finger deep inside, and my muscles contract around the thick digit.

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“Did you enjoy it?”

“No, Sir.”

“Why not?”

I pause for a moment, looking deep inside. I don’t know how to answer that because I have nothing to compare it to. “It hurt. They were very rough.

It was just a mechanical pumping of fingers.”

Peter lifts me up a touch, giving my arms a moment of relief. “Yes, sweet Penelope. But we’re also rough.”

“It’s different,” I wail, my body tensing at the pleasure coiling deep within me.

“How are we different, sweet Penelope?” Peter growls in my ear. Nick pulls out his finger and slides back further, and soon, Peter’s fat head is pulled up to my opening. The combination of Nick’s knuckles and Peter’s tip as Nick pulls the cock back and forth between my lips makes my eyes cross.

“I’m waiting, Penelope. I will not fuck you until you answer.”

“Because I want this,” I finally admit. “I want you. Both of you.”

“That’s my good girl,” he murmurs against my back. “Almost there, love. Just a few more questions. Did any of the boys touch your asshole or your mouth?”

“No, Sir. I only let them finger me. And even then, it wasn’t worth it.”

“Good girl.” Before the words are out of his mouth, Peter lifts me high in the air and lowers me onto his cock, never pausing, never checking in, just owning me in the visceral sense of the word.

Pain races through me, bowing my spine as I attempt to get away, but I can’t. Peter holds me in a death grip on his cock as he forces my body to acclimate to the invasion. Crying out, I wrap my fingers around the small bit of rope I can and claw at it, desperate for a fingerhold to help me get up.

It’s nothing like the fingers that were jammed into me without thought or care. He’s a huge, thick, pulsing rod inside me, filling me in a way that their fingers tried but failed to do.

“Shhhh, little Penny. Don’t fight him,” Nick whispers against my lips. “The pain will be over soon. That’s just your innocence leaving your body.

After, you’ll finally be fit to be our fuck-toy.”

My pussy flutters at his lurid words, and Peter groans behind me, his fingers tensing and releasing against my waist. “Keep talking dirty to her, Nick. She seems to like it.”

It’s then that I feel the press of Nick’s body against my front, sandwiching me in between him and Peter. It’s warm, comfortable, safe. I know logically safety is the last thing I should feel, but for some reason, while I’m here, I feel like nothing can touch me. Sure, they’ll probably make me pay for that security with my body, but is that really such a hardship?