One More Thing

Ben: ** *WARNING***

Her raging blues stared at us as her lips curved up from the gag, smashing her head back into his face as his finger rammed viciously into his mouth. The roaring scream and spurting blood coating her chest had us howling in a strange euphoric high, watching as Bain tumbled back to the dirt floor, clenching his hand to his chest as his finger flew from his mouth with a roaring snarl.

“YOU FUCKING BITCH!” Bain roared to his feet, grabbing the braided flogger from his laughing father as it sliced through the stagnant air, snapping violently against her screaming body as her glistening flesh sliced open with sticky crimson rolling freely along her tanned flesh.

“She’s definitely a little firecracker like her mother.” Titan roared in amusement as her screaming snarls stopped abruptly, flinching slightly with the striking cracks of the flogger as her raging blues turned murderous.

OH SHIT! We didn’t have the chance to explain to her about her father.

FUCK-FUCK-FUCK-FUCK! Not Fucking good.

Snapping my eyes to my brothers worried expressions as Bain grabbed her chin forcefully, hearing the jaw bone cracking under the pressure as the metal gag pressed down between her teeth.

“Incest never bothered me little sis. I plan on making you beg for me to stop.” His hissing words made my skin crawl, tossing her head forward with a heavy snap of the chains as he stormed out of the cell, snatching his finger up from the dirt as he disappeared down the dark corridor.

“Damn! Our family is so twisted. My sons’ are fucking your daughter, making them cousins. Could you imagine the fucked-up offspring if she were ever to get pregnant? We would have to kill them off because they would be little Frankenstein’s.” Titan roared into the dimly lit ceiling as her tears dripped from her shaking face, trailing down the wooden sides as blood dripped down between her thighs.

Butterfly don’t listen to them. Please! Please look at us.

Thrashing against my restraints as my brothers stared wildly at the two men taunting our mate, filling her head with lies.

“Aww.. What’s the matter little girl? Did I hurt your feelings because you love them, or the fact you’re fucking family?” Myles kneeled down to her sobbing face, tilting her soggy chin up to his humorous smile.

“Your mother was an excellent fuck and could suck a cock like her life depended on it. It’s a shame she disappeared after I had her poison Thyra, because that bitch wife of mine was nothing but a cub factory. She made the mistake of trying to escape me with our unborn cub, no one takes what’s mine.” The murderous glare he got in return spooked us even more as Titan side glanced our emotionless expressions.

“I won’t kill her because of your refusal, but this is the only time I will let it slide. Think about that while you simmer on what was said today, maybe tomorrow our playtime will be more eventful.” Both men exited the cell, slamming the barred door with a thunderous clank as their bare feet thudded slowly down the corridor.

Staring at our mate as her blazing blue eyes filled with ugly tears, shaking her head in refusal as her sobbing screams echoed over the gag bar, snarling loudly as the cell submerged into darkness with the echoing sobs of her tears and our snarling growls. Roger examined Elias’ gag strap in the shadowy darkness, flicking the tiny iron-silver lock with a snarl as Elias gripped tightly to the whip, causing the leather to squeak inside his twisting palms.

The heavy clank of the door drew our attention to the corridor, smelling for familiarity against the heavy blanket of moldy piss, coppery metallic of blood, and our poor mates sweet essence as her plipping tears echoed hollowly against the wooden obstruction under her. Freezing in horror as the barred door clanked open but the darkness laid thickly over the cell as soft footfalls approached our thrashing mate.

“One more thing.” Bain chuckled lowly from the darkness, choking back the sickening bile that crept up my throat as Elicia’s screaming snarls sounded out over the thrashing clinking of chains.

Visual torture is shocking in the first place but when all you can see is darkness and the dancing shadows of silhouettes, hopelessness and terror take over as your senses heighten with the sounds and smells swirling around in a haunting torment.

Elias cracked the whip blindly with a snarling growl as the shadowy silhouette moved behind Elicia’s thrashing shadow. The clinking of chains as the sickening sound of her gasping screams filled the dirt floored cell, yanking against our chains in growling snarls as the wet slapping of skin sank every last fiber holding my heart in place.

Dropping to my knees, gasping for breath as her crying whimpers overpowered the grunting moans of slapping flesh. Slamming my fists into the dirt flooring as Bain’s growling release had me seeing red, dry-heaving against the metallic taste of blood as my fangs pierced through my quivering lip.

Growling against the blinding lights as they came back to life, leaving us in a frozen nightmare as Bain strutted away with a sweaty sheen coating his naked body. Flipping us off with his bandaged hand as the heavy door slammed closed with a clank.

“ILYCYA!” We shouted out in horror as her body laid semi-draped over the sawhorse with her shackled hands still secured to the ceiling rings. Her legs were now secured in a standing position with the salty essence of cum swirling heavily in the air as it ran down the inside of her thighs.

Her body hung limply against the wooden bench as the blood coated her flesh in a blanket of crimson, dripping from her naked flesh in hollowed plips as it puddled against the dirt flooring. Closing my eyes as the image scarred every recess of my body, sucking in a burning breath as my lungs screamed out in agony with the roaring growls that shook the cell.

Curling into a tight ball as my body trembled in sobs, sucking in ragged breaths against the metal obstruction strapped tightly to my head as my brothers crumbled to the ground in defeated snarling cries.

Why? Why us? Why her? She doesn’t deserve this, any of this. Crying heavier against the raging questions that swirled through my blank thoughts as her smiling face lured me further into the darkness.

We couldn’t save her. We couldn’t do anything.

Snarling out against the iron-silver shackles as they scorched my flesh wiping away the tears that flowed heavily from my blurry eyes. Staring at my brothers emotionless ambered orbs, their snarling sobs dancing hauntedly across the dirt floor with wispy swirls of dust clouds as their sobs escaped over their gagged mouths.

It’s like our childhood all over again. The first four years of our lives we were raised inside the house, no outside interactions then we were brought to the facility. Placed in the care of a teenage boy with crazy bi-colored eyes for the next six years. The last two years in the facility were the roughest with being used and trained as child masters, breaking the new girls in for the ‘auction’ overseas.

The day Raven received his ‘package’ was a turning point for us. We vowed to ourselves to care only about ourselves and nothing else because we had nothing but our brotherly bond. Self-punishment became our normal to manage our thirst for wanting to hurt innocents, which worked out in our favor because the master and mistress were brutal in their own way. We were placed in charge of the new arrivals, making sure they were fed, watered, and cleaned daily for their training but never involved in their training like our father subjected us to do at the facility.

The Mediterranean facility was a whole other ‘ball game’.

Turning over to my back as the soft whimpering cries sliced my body in a haunting shiver, looking over to my Butterfly as she struggled against her shackles, staring at those frightened teary blue orbs as they looked over her shaking shoulder. The humiliation and defeated expression fueled my own tears as her head dropped in shame, sobbing heavily against her gag.

“Irm s-so surry.” Her teeth clenched tightly to the metal gag as her tears plipped heavier against the wooden bench. Shifting around to sit on my knees, tugging on the chains with a snarling hiss as her red puffy eyes gazed at us sadly.

We shook our heads at her with saddened expressions.

“Knot your fwault. Owres.” Chris hung his head as his chest vibrated erratically against his sobbing exhales.

“I wuv ou.” Snapping our shocked eyes up to her as she struggled to hold her footing on the gritty dirt floor.

We knew she cared deeply for us, but she never verbalized it until now, which my heart ache in joy and a deep hatred.

“Wuv ou twu.” We rasped out against the saliva pooling in our mouths as the vents began to hiss out a smokey fog, coughing frantically as the room swirled and danced in a blurry canvas.

“SWEEPIN GWAS!” Roger coughed violently into his shoulder as Elicia slumped forward against the wooden bench, fighting to remain conscious as the room faded away slowly into a foggy blanket of shadows.

Fucking Bastards! Your time will come.