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His big arm brushed against me, and I felt a thick width pressing on my back, making a prickly anxious heat break out on my neck.

My core felt on fire as his finger brushed by my clit, curling around my pussy lips and then there was one inside me.

I wanted to scream with fury.

Rhyder drew his finger back out, the wet sound of my cunt embarrassingly loud in the silence. I knew the men only a few feet away could hear it and my cheeks flamed with the embarrassment and shame.

Everyone knew he was my brother. Everyone knew I was powerless to resist him.

He wasn’t unaffected, and I felt him suck a breath in as he pushed two fingers inside now, deep inside my cunt, then dragging them out again.

I tried hard not to gasp. My brother’s fingers seemed to press at each inch of my sensitive pussy walls. The other hand on the front of my sweatshirt tightened further, his knuckle brushing my tightened nipples.

I was so close I heard the pounding of his heart, saw the rush of blood in his veins, felt where that pulse throbbed at his throat.

Then again, this time with all four of his fingers, and I wanted to die of shame as he had to grunt a bit to fit all four inside me.

“Good girl to stand so still,” he hissed in a low tone, his lips brushing my cheek, and I strained away from him, turning my head so he couldn’t see my face.

Rhyder pulled his fingers out, and they dripped with heat as he raised them to his mouth, letting the drops from my cunt fall on his tongue one after the other. My nipples tightened painfully as he sucked each finger.

My own cunt was pounding now, and he whirled me around and pressed me firmly into his belly.

My eyes met those of the other women as they cowered in a corner of the truck bed.

I heard the other’s men’s heavy breathing as Rhyder pulled my jeans lower, down to my ankles this time.

The leather of his jacket creaked as he reached over my back and stretched my cheeks open with both big hands.

I felt my asshole pucker in shame and fear, knowing I was spread for all the Congregants to see.

“My sister is perfect,” Rhyder said sternly and I trembled as I was smashed into the familiar scent of his leather jacket, his finger sliding between my ass cheeks.

I had never had a man in there, and my hands tightened in fear as Rhyder began to push a finger inside my asshole. His fingers were big, making my ass sting.

I swallowed the whimper down my throat as my brother’s stomach tightened under me. He added another finger until I was practically upside-down, my ass spread by his big hands, two big fingers pressing into my sensitive back channel until I felt with one more inch he’d tear my asshole in half.

I wanted to moan in pain as he kept going, my ass stinging like hell.

Surely it was over soon.

But he went until his fingers bottomed out.

“She is—tight,” he grunted. “Perfect.”

“Mph,” Abel grunted. “That tight asshole looks good. I’m next.”

“Her body ismine,” Rhyder growled, his fingers holding me open, spread before my former Congregation. “Stay away.”

Something jabbed my face and I gritted my teeth to see that it was his cock, a thick length straining against his work pants. Holy fuck, it felt uncomfortably big as it dug into my face. I only had a moment to stifle a shriek when he pulled his fingers out, leaving my asshole feeling raw and used, and then he yanked up my pants.

“You are perfect,” he murmured in my ear. “Your body made by the Allfather for me.”

“We’ll see what the Prophet says,” Eli retorted as I shivered.

My stomach sunk as Rhyder lifted me inside the back of the truck and closed the gate.

I gripped the bars tightly, my fingers clutched tight on the chains, as the truck started and we rumbled away. My brother and the other Congregants hopped on their motorcycles and followed.