110- Too Long to Count

Isabella

How long has it been? Has it been twenty days? Or maybe even Thirty days? Either way, I’m beginning to lose my fucking mind. Thank heavens we have apps such as Netflix, Hulu and Disney Plus otherwise I’d probably go insane.

Because heaven forbid the only two “Human” interactions that I get are when my two burley men dressed in black suits and two sweet maids come bringing me food and clean up my room even though I keep it mostly tidy myself.

And while you might think I’m gifted with the presence of each asshole, a more fitting term for each of them, because acknowledging them by any other name would mean that I’ve accepted my fate and lets be real, that’s the last thing I want to do, especially when Lucus and the others are out there searching for me.

Plus, these men made it a nightly ritual to get themselves off by causing me pain.

Then we have Sir Groucho and Sir Grumpy pants. Names that I’ve officially dubbed each of them due to there lack of communication skills each and every time they move to enter my room. Like seriously? Let’s be real here.

“Time to wake up” booms a voice, a voice which startles me wide awake. The voice causing me to jump quickly out of bed as they rip away my sheets. My eyes now on the two huge men now standing within my room.

Moving to glare at each of them do I silently wish that they would just let me stay cocooned within my nice warm bed. The same bed that also gave me constant nightmares too.

“UP” growls Sir Grumpy pants. “Against the wall, NOW”

Glaring again, I move to do as I’m told. Slowly trudging towards the closest wall do they move to strip the bed. Maids now moving about the room as they move to put on clean sheets and whatever else they needed to do before leaving.

Not that it mattered to me anyways. I’ll only mess up the bed once more once they finished. But at least I won’t have to smell “them” within my bed so that’ll be nice.

“Hands” barks the other guard, his voice now pulling me back to my newfound reality.

Each guard similar in size and shape along with both of there voices that it was almost impossible for me to tell the two apart. Moving to place my palms out in front of me do I move to place them upon my head.

This being my new routine ever since my little escape act and whacking one of them within the head with the porcelain fruit bowl.

Three weeks since being their prisoner and I finally found out that both Angel and Caleb were miraculously alive and well. A nail to my coffin when I also learned that it was also a big fat lie. Neither one of them truly my best friend, only a bunch of pretenders.

Of course, the day that I do manage to escape is also the day that I’m forced back into my room. Lucia and Vincent both deciding on electrocuting me a grand total of twenty four times that day. Each one more horrible then the last as my body convulsed from each shock.

Both men finding pleasure in my pain as they both decided on jerking themselves off all while watching me. Each of them pumping their huge cocks swiftly until cumming all over me. Their warm hot seed instantly coating me as they do.

Four times for a total of eight climaxes do they continue to empty themselves upon my scorching hot body before adding the final finishing touch. Lucia deciding on smearing it along my body including my face and lips.

Once finished and deciding that I’ve had enough for one night do both move to leave me alone for the rest of the evening. Neither one undoing my bindings until later the next day. Having been forced to stay exactly like that without any kind of food, water or hot shower until they decided if I was allowed to have it.

When finally returning to release my body from its position upon the bed do I move to dash for the bathroom. Thankful neither had followed me as I move to scrub myself completely raw. The need to feel clean as well as remove each of them from upon my body as best I could do I eventually leave the safety of the bathroom.

Returning a few seconds later only to find delicious homemade chicken noodle soup next to my bed. My stomach churning at the thought of it possibly being poisoned do I opt for not eating it and deciding on just going back to bed.

By the following day I managed to wake myself up before anyone else could enter my room. The need to be awake rising as the familiar three clicks to my door move to reach my ears. My two big bodyguards along with two maids now moving to enter opposed to the assholes that I originally thought would appear.

My body now at their mercy as they move to keep a slight hold over their guns while the maid moves to place down a tray of food for me. The other moving to tidy up the room before scurrying away, each moving to leave. The familiar locks resounding yet again as they do.

My eyes now bouncing from where the guards had been standing and to where the tray of food had been placed. A part of me almost refusing to eat it like the night before makes me quickly rethink that. My stomach growling from not eating as I move to see what they brought me.

Slow roasted turkey, mash potatoes, steamed vegetables as well as two dinner rolls along with a small thing of applesauce leaves my mouth watering. The real kicker being that of a juice box. As if they were treating me like a god dam child.

Deciding on enjoying my meal do I begin to realize just how much I missed all the home cooked meals back home. This food compared to what Lucus always had served back at his home had me wishing I was back there.

With the food now gone and the tray back where it belonged do my guards and a maid return to collect it. A part of me curious whether they knew I was done because of that stupid camera within my room.

No longer caring about what went on around me do I move to keep a safe distance between them and me but by day four of what I would soon consider a constant hell would soon turn into a daily routine.

A routine that left me standing against a wall with my palms out and a guard boxing me in.

The sound of running soon greeting my ears as the other guard moves to bark out orders. Small female voices answering him back as they move to rush around the room.

10 minutes later and I’m finally free of their presence. The familiar clicks always signaling that they’ve left me alone do I see what they’ve done. My bed always freshly changed and remade along with all the surfaces cleaned and wiped down including the furniture. A tray of freshly cooked bacon, fruit as well as an order of pancakes soon greet me in turn including another thing of apple juice as well.

A routine that almost seemed daunting when you truly thought about it. But as long as I continued to obey them and did what was expected of me was I allowed to eat within the safety of my room. The only time I was ever forced into moving was during the early hours of the day when the guards would cage me against the wall so that the maids could move about the room freely.

Unless… I attempted to be sneaky. My first and last time at attempting that move as I tried to hide anything that could be used as a weapon to help defend myself when my guards magically appeared out of know where and pressed me to the wall. Their hands searching all over until they found the item in question.

A fork.

Needless to say, they weren’t too happy about that because later that night Antonio and Angelo had decided to show up and electrocute me yet again. Neither satisfied until my body bled. Only then did they stop their torture.

Speaking of which, I knew I was due for another visit and soon but from what set of twins I did not know. For some nights I had Angelo and Antonio while other nights I had Lucia and Vincent and on rare occasions did I get one twin from each group. Neither one alone yet always together.

My assholes always coming to me during the night. During which they would move to take full control of my sleeping arrangements. Forcing their bodies against mine left me both frightened and uneasy. Naturally protesting against having them so close to me only for them to cuff my arms tightly behind my back. Neither happy with my sudden disobedience.

One twin usually gagging me as they always do. Both always telling me that I had to “earn” my freedom of speech back. Similar to how Lucus and them had treated me prior to our earlier days. My eyes now glaring daggers at them when I’m forced to sleep like that all night.

Each morning a little uncomfortable as one if not both of them would have their morning wood pressed tightly against me. Usually, one against my bound wrists while the other poked me in the stomach due to our height difference in bed.

Of course, one night I decided I had enough of them and went to grab one of them by their cock. A part of me hoping to injure at least one of them only for them to turn it around on me and fracturing both of my pinkies. Openly reminding me that if I ever tried something like that again that I would lose much more than just broken pinkies.

Suddenly too scared to attempt that again do I opt for staying completely still until they were finished with me. Not wanting to lose any kind of body part if I could help it. Each one fondling me anyway they could without any kind of remorse. Even as tears fell from my eyes.

Then, Twelve days later, after there so called routine began did things suddenly take a turn for the worse. Vincent and Antonio both entering the room one night while reeking of alcohol and cheap women’s perfume.

Thankfully both had the common sense to shower first before climbing into bed with me but instead of their usual boxers or sweatpants were both completely naked. Neither one dressed in anything but their birthday suits.

Antonio working on chaining me to the bed while Vincent worked on straddling me. His cock bouncing in front of me before shoving it straight down my throat, suppressing my scream as he takes me by force. Antonio watching as Vincent rams his cock further and further down my throat until I choked.

A few short minutes later, do I feel warm hot seed instantly greeting my now raw throat as Vincent moves to empty himself deep within me. His lips meeting mine as he moves to kiss me, tasting himself along my lips until swapping places with Antonio. Antonio quick to take up the mantle as he too moves to ram himself deep within my throat. Both equally pleased by how well I was taking them as they continued to pound themselves into my throat.

Suddenly repulsed by what they had just done do I move to spit at each of them, neither one happy about that as they each move to slap me a few good times across the face for good measure. My face bruised and battered the very next day. My throat sore from them ramming their cocks down my throat.

Since then, neither of them have tried to do anything else to me, which is more than what I can say for Angelo and Lucia. Each of them grinding against me each night or marking my body with large sloppy kisses. Hickies. Feeling used and abused I silently cry for my men, my body wanting them over this ungodly pain that I was subjected to.

Unaware that today would be a day that would change my fate forever. And not for the better either.