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Silently, we both went down to the kitchen and filled zip lock bags with ice. I pulled out a frozen hand towel we kept in a bag in the freezer and unfurled it. It was hard and crispy, not malleable, but I was able to pull it part. I draped it over my shoulder and grabbed a bag of ice, before I headed back up to our bedroom.

Maya was still crying, quieter now, and Dagger was still whispering softly to her.

I slid on the mattress behind her, pulling the frozen towel from my shoulder. I pushed it against her red skin, making her yelp. Marcos laid the Ziplock bags of ice over the frozen towel before I laid down beside her, rubbing her back. We stayed that way for several minutes, icing her bottom and murmuring our praise to her.

When Maya eventually began to shift, she rolled over so she could face us. “So good for us,” I muttered.

“Ready for more?” Marcos asked.

Maya nodded slowly.

Jason

Ishiftedonintherecliner in the corner of the room, watching as Maya choked on Marcos’s cock. He hadn’t punished her yet tonight, for her transgressions, even though Nico and I had already.

Marcos would, but he liked to handle things differently with Maya.

Where I was more strict and harder on her and Nico was more loving and gentler, Marcos ventured somewhere else on the scale. His creative punishments often ventured into a psychological torture that even unnerved me.

His methods often worked, though. I thought it was Marcos’s methods that lasted the longest with Maya. It was rare if sherepeated the same mistake after a punishment, but if Marcos really trapped Maya into a punishment, it was guaranteed she wouldn’t repeat it.

It was why we didn’t need many rules for her. It was also why, we rarely needed to punish her at all. Instead, we preferred to play primal games with her, making her run through forests naked while we chased her.

We had a wild sex life and we loved every minute of it.

The sounds of Maya choking on Marcos’s dick was making my own cock hard again. She always made me so hard.

She wouldn’t come tonight; we would make sure of it—despite her moans as she choked on Marcos’s dick.

“Time to say ‘night-night’,” Marcos crooned darkly, his voice melodic as he pulled a syringe from the back pocket of his jeans that were still bunched around his thighs.

Even from across the room, I saw the moment Maya realized what Marcos meant. Her whole body froze, tensing up. With her mouth still around Marcos’s cock, he took advantage of her startled state and gripped her by the hair, shoving his cock further down her throat.

She immediately sputtered and gagged, slapping at his thighs, trying to push him away. He held her tighter and brought the cap covered syringe up to his mouth. He bit off the cap, before he brought the syringe down to her neck.

Maya struggled against him, now using both hands to try to push him away. It was no use though; Marcos had already stuck the needle into her neck and pressed the plunger. Her struggles grew weak as the sedative kicked in.

Only when her hands slid off his body, did Marcos pull his cock out of her mouth.

“Please,” she murmured, as Marcos slowly and gently pulled her body backwards, so she fell languidly against the mattress with her head on the pillows.

There was a moment of silence as the three of us watched as her eyelids flutter closed and breathing evened out. When Marcos started pulling up his jeans and tucking his dick away, Nic spoke up from where he sat in the window seat. “What’s your plan?”

Marcos looked up from Maya, a slight smirk on his face. “We’re gonna tie her up in the woods out back.”

I grinned wickedly. My brother was as psychotic as they came, even if he kept it under wraps.

“It’s sixty degrees outside,” Nic said, rubbing his knuckles over his trim blond beard.

“She’ll be fine.” Marcos shrugged a shoulder and picked up his shirt from the floor.

I got up from the recliner and headed into the walk-in closet. We would need ropes and blankets. Maybe even the whip. Marcos still hadn’t spanked her for her lack of judgement. She would learn, though, the hard way.

Twenty minutes later, we had Maya wrapped in thick blankets as we trudged through the deep forest that surrounded our rental house. One day, I hoped we had the money to buy the house from the owner. The unincorporated lot had everything we had wanted and the forest surrounding it kept prying eyes away.

Nico carried a sedated Maya, almost reverently, as we followed Marcos to the spot he had picked out. He must have had this idea for a while, because when we got to a small clearing, there was already a fire ring made from small boulders and a heavy tarp laid over a mound of fire wood.

“Boy scout much?” I taunted my brother.