MasukThey didn’t give her time to recover. Nathan was still buried inside her, cock twitching with the last pulses of his orgasm, when he slowly pulled out. Ava’s freshly broken pussy stayed open and ruined, a thick mixture of his cum, her juices, and a faint smear of blood slowly leaking onto the soaked sheets. Her thighs trembled. Her full breasts rose and fell with every shaky breath, still shiny with spit and the ropes of cum Richard had painted across them. Nathan and Richard dropped their heads between her legs at the same time. They licked her greedily. Nathan dragged his tongue from the sensitive rim of her asshole straight up through the messy, cum-filled slit, sucking hard, cleaning every drop of his own release out of her. Richard sealed his mouth over her clit and the puffy outer lips, tongue pushing deep into the loose, freshly fucked hole, drinking the mix of cum and her slick like he was starving. The wet, filthy sounds of them eating her filled the room. Ava’s back a
The house was silent when they opened her door just after two in the morning. Ava lay on her back in the middle of the bed, completely naked as promised. The soft glow of the hallway light cut across her body before Nathan flipped the switch. Harsh white light flooded the room. She didn’t stir. Her full breasts rose and fell with slow, deep breaths, soft and heavy, nipples relaxed and slightly puffy in sleep. One arm was bent above her head. Her legs had fallen open just enough to show the smooth, flushed lips of her pussy still visibly wet, a thin shiny trail of arousal already smeared along her inner thigh. Even unconscious, her body had been replaying the night before. Nathan stepped to the side of the bed first. He reached down and dragged two fingers through her slit, slow and deliberate. The wet sound was immediate and filthy. Her cunt was soaked, the soft inner folds slick and swollen. He parted them with his thumbs, exposing the tight, virgin entrance and the small, har
The next evening they called her down again. Ava’s wrists were already bound behind her back with the same soft rope before she even reached the living room. Nathan had tied her in the hallway, tight enough that her shoulders ached, loose enough that her full breasts still shifted with every step. Her thin white shirt did nothing to hide the way her nipples had tightened the moment she saw them waiting. Another woman stood between Richard and Nathan. This one was softer, rounder, more openly sexual. Her breasts were heavier than the last woman’s, with wide dark pink nipples that were already stiff. When she breathed they swayed. Her hips were wide, her thighs thick and smooth. She wore nothing but a tiny pair of black panties that were already damp at the crotch. Richard’s voice was calm. “Kneel, Ava. Same place as last night.” She dropped to her knees, chin still tilted in that stubborn bratty angle, but her eyes kept flicking to the new woman’s body. Nathan pushed the wom
Nathan finished tightening the last knot at Ava’s elbows. The rope bit just enough to keep her arms locked behind her back. She couldn’t cover her eyes. She couldn’t leave. She could only sit on her knees and watch. The other woman was still on all fours between Richard and Nathan, spit and cum already shining on her chin and the upper slopes of her full, heavy breasts. Those breasts hung low and soft, nipples dark and tight from being roughly handled. When she shifted, they swayed. Richard spoke quietly to her. “Turn around. Face Ava. Legs spread.” The woman obeyed. She turned, still on her knees, and opened her thighs wide so Ava had no choice but to stare straight at her cunt. It was already flushed and swollen, the outer lips puffy and slick, the inner ones a deeper pink and glistening. Her clit peeked out, shiny. A thin string of cum and spit still connected her lower lip to the top of her mound. Nathan moved behind her first. He gripped her hips, lined up his thick, veine
The lawyer’s voice never rose above a polite monotone. “To my daughter, Ava. you shall receive your full share of the estate only upon completion of one continuous year residing in the family home under the authority of your stepfather, Richard, and your stepbrother, Nathan. You will obey every household rule they jointly establish. Should you leave or refuse, the entirety reverts to them.” Ava signed. She needed the money. That was the only reason she told herself as the black car carried her back to the house she had left years ago. That night they called her downstairs at nine. Richard sat in the leather armchair, sleeves rolled. Nathan leaned against the mantel, still fully dressed. Between them stood a third persona woman Ava had never seen before. Early thirties, dark hair, already stripped down to a thin black bra and matching panties. She kept her eyes on the floor. Richard held out a single sheet of thick cream paper. “Read the rules aloud.” Ava took it, voice co
The first time she came, Father Anselm barely looked up. She was late, the last of the evening. The confessional was dim, the screen between them old and dark. Her voice was soft, almost polite. “Bless me, Father, for I have sinned. It has been two weeks since my last confession.” She listed ordinary things. Impatience. A lie to her mother. Then, almost as an afterthought: “And I touched myself while thinking about a man I shouldn’t want.” He gave her the usual penance. Three Hail Marys. She left without another word. He told himself it was nothing. The second time, her voice was lower. “I keep imagining him bending me over. Holding me down by my hips. I’m a big girl, Father. Soft. Heavy tits. Wide ass. I think about how his hands would sink into me while he fucked me like he hated how much he wanted it.” Father Anselm’s throat tightened. He kept his eyes on the crucifix carved into the wood in front of him. “God forgives the willing heart,” he said. “For your penan
Leo didn't force his way in. After a few more frantic rattles of the doorknob and some colorful cursing, his footsteps retreated down the hallway.Julian wasted no time. "Get dressed," he ordered, his voice tight, pulling Maya from behind the tall bookshelves where he’d shoved her. "And for God's s
The smell of his cologne musky, expensive, and intoxicating filled her senses. Maya looked up into his eyes, seeing the raw desire burning there, and something in her snapped. Chloe was thousands of miles away, and Maya was tired of being good.She reached up, her fingers tangling in his dark hair,
The Sterling dining room was massive, featuring a table that could easily seat twelve. Maya was seated at the far end, with Julian at the head and Leo and Finn on either side of her. The lighting was low, cast by a crystal chandelier that seemed to focus on the tension rather than the food. "I tr
The door clicked shut behind them with a softness that didn’t match the storm inside each of their chests.Elena stood in the dim room, breathing unevenly, her heartbeat loud enough that she wondered if they could hear it too.Victor remained near the door, as if crossing the room meant crossing a







