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S he pushes against me as if asking me to fuck her harder with the intoxicating language of her body alone. I am surprised she hasn’t tried to stop our ruthless, animalistic assault. We’re all just a bunch of fucking animals after all.

Whatever drug Fintan gave her down in the basement must be what’s making her so compliant. She hasn’t reached for either of our masks since her wrists have been freed.

Her muscles start to tense in anticipation of another fast-approaching orgasm. “Fuuuck. She’s so tight, I can feel your piercings move inside her,” I groan while ramming my cock deep inside her ass, my gaze fixed on Fintan.

A knowing smirk crosses his lips as he winks at me over Alex’s pale shoulder. “She’s a good little slut. Look at how many orgasms she’s had already. The sheets are soaked.”

“You’re going to come for us again, aren’t you, Dove?” I ask as I pull out of her completely and thrust back into her ass. Hard. I want to break her. I want her to feel all of me as I cause her the most delicious and euphoric pain.

I feel Fintan’s cock move inside her, his piercings rubbing against my dick, and I forget about Alex completely.

No. No! Stop it! I… I wonder how it would have felt if Alex wasn’t between us… Nope. Don’t go there.

“I’m not gay,” I repeat the words to myself over and over as I focus on the body rocking against my hard length.

It’s impossible to ignore Fintan when I feel him every time we thrust inside her but blocking out everything except the beautiful, little body skewered on my dick helps quiet the intruding thoughts of fucking Fintan.

“Yes! Hmm, fuck. Fuck!” she moans loudly, bringing me back to reality. The reality where we are both fucking her at the same time. So close and yet so far apart.

“Aww, do you want to come?” Fintan asks in a devilish, mocking tone and I can’t tell if it is directed at her or me.

Fuck. Yes. Fuck her harder. Just like that. God, the friction is otherworldly when combined with her muscles strangling my dick.

“Yes!” she screams, moaning loudly as we coax another orgasm from her little body. “Beg,” Fintan growls as he clasps his hand over Alex’s jaw, tilting her head down and forcing her to look at him.

“Yes! I want to come! Please, please, please,” she whimpers, squirming as our thrusts slow in unison.

Is he matching my pace or is this just a coincidence ?

“Don’t stop! Don’t stop! Don’t stop! Fuck…” she cries out, as her body starts to quake with another orgasm. “Hmm, I don’t think she means it. Beg your new masters to let you come,” Fintan teases. His cock is still inside her pussy, but he doesn’t move.

I thrust deep into her ass before following Fintan’s lead and ceasing all movement as I watch him, wondering what he is planning. He has that look; The look he wears before doing something unexpected or dangerous.

“Please, let me come! Please!” she cries louder. Poor girl, she must be devastated. To be so close to blissful release and to have it fade just as fast as it came rushing. He gets off on the cruelty.

“Oh, baby, you’ve never been edged before, have you?” Fintan taunts. Whimpering, she tries to move, desperate for the friction and the release that will follow.

I feel for her, I do, but I fucking love this. I want to see her break. This will make fucking incredible content for the clients, and I can’t wait to watch it back when this is over.

“Please,” she begs, her voice just above a breathy whisper. “Please what, Dove? Be a good little slut and use your words,” I say, deciding to play along with Fintan’s sadistic game, whatever it may be. He flashes me a familiar look and I instantly know what he wants from me.

I pull my achingly hard cock from her tight little ass and watch as Fintan lifts her, leaving his cock right at her entrance, poised and ready to thrust back inside if she gives him what he wants.

“Please, masters . Please let me come!” she stutters. Good, she remembers. Alex is something else. We’ve never had such an obedient target before. There’s something else about her that keeps me grounded in all this depravity, but I can’t put my finger on it.

“Good girl. Come for us, Dove.” Fintan finally gives her permission to come as he pulls her back onto him. I take that as my permission as well and push back alongside him. We fuck her harder and faster than before, and moments later she screams as her body shakes with another orgasm.

I thrust into her hard, burying my cock to the hilt as I pump her full of my cum.

She convulses around my cock as we come together, and I drop my head backward as I growl in ecstasy behind her.

She collapses onto Fintan’s chest as I come down off the high of my release and pull out when I feel Fintan’s muscles go rigid.

I don’t want to feel his cock pulse against mine as he shoots his load inside her cunt; That’s definitely too intimate for me.

I lean over her back and whisper, “That’s our good, dirty little doll. You’ve satisfied us—for now.” Fintan and I make eye contact as he still pulses inside her and I did not intend to lean so close to his face as he finds his release.

Fuck, so much for not making this unnecessarily weird and intimate. Why do I feel a nearly overwhelming need to crash my lips against his?

Fintan clears his throat and pulls his pulsing cock out of her as he rolls her onto the mattress beside him.

“Stand up,” I order as I get off the bed and lean against the wall after grabbing the pack of smokes from my jeans that are crumbled on the floor.

I wait for her to do as she’s told while I pull out a cigarette and flick the metal wheel of my lighter until the flame dances in front of me.

As soon as she turns over and sits up to look at me, I move to light the end and take a drag before she sees too much of my face in the warm glow of the flame.

I smile in approval when she stands beside the bed, obeying my words as I blow out a cloud of smoke and look at her with a sick sense of satisfaction. “Do you know how fucking perfect you look with our cum dripping down your thighs?” I ask as I scan every inch of her trembling frame.

I want to make her bleed. Perhaps to make Fintan proud but I am starting to understand his fascination with the crimson life force that flows through all of us. The sight of our cum mixed with Fintan’s blood on the inside of her thighs. It is intoxicating. I want more. I fucking need more.

I step closer to her, trailing my fingers from her cheek, down her body, and then reaching into the nightstand drawer beside the bed.

I pull out another knife and slice her arm before she can process my swift movements.

“You belong to us now, baby. We marked you, and you’ll never be rid of us,” I lean close and whisper in her ear as I grip tightly over her beautiful bleeding skin.

As if enjoying the feeling, she closes her eyes, and a soft sound escapes her lips as I squeeze her flesh harder. The feeling of her warm blood coating my palm causes my heart to beat faster.

Looks like she really is as sick and twisted as we are. She loves this. I’m loving this. Fuck, this girl is incredible. I hate that we have to stop this.

As if reading my thoughts from his position on the large bed, Fintan starts, “Sorry, little Dove. It’s time you try to fly back to your normal life, but not before we clip your wings,” he growls in a menacing tone as he steps up behind her.

I watch her as her eyes widen before she spins around, clearly confused by his words. I look at him and he gives me a quick nod, signaling that this game of ours has reached its inevitable end. It’s time to do what we came here to do.

Without warning, I grab her from behind, holding her tightly against my chest as Fintan moves closer with the rag clasped in his hand.

“Fuck! No, no, no! Please! Don’t do this!” she cries and thrashes in my hold as he shoves the rag in her face, holding it firmly over her nose and mouth, waiting for the chloroform to do its thing.

Within seconds, her fighting and muffled screams fade into silence, and she slumps in my hold.

Saturday, 4:15 AM

Kieran picks her up and carries her over to the metal table opposite the bed. Placing her limp body down, I notice an almost wistful look in his eyes.

“You okay there, brother?” I ask while adjusting the cameras to focus only on the table and turn on the overhead light to ensure the clients have a grand view.

“Yeah,” he exhales a heavy breath and prepares the scene before continuing, “why don’t we just use the footage from earlier? Wasn’t that your plan? Why go through all this trouble if we are just going to make new content? Am I missing something?”

His questions cause me to stop dead in my tracks and I drop my head on a deep sigh.

Does he feel the way I do? Does he feel bad for her?

“We didn’t exactly do what the clients asked for, so I’d like to make the content we’re paid to make… I-I thought we could keep the footage from the last few hours just for us.”

His brows knit together as he turns to face me. “Don’t you think she’s been through enough?” My heart races at the intensity of his gaze and a sudden pang of pain spreads through the muscle as I look at her unconscious frame before me.

Fuck. Why do I care about this girl? She’s just a means for us to get the cash we need to keep a roof over our heads. This was never about feeling and all that useless empathy crap.

“Uh- Hello! Fin, what’s going on?” Kieran snaps me from my thoughts, and I can almost taste the tension in the air. Bitter, yet laced with promise.

“I think she can handle it,” I say, stepping closer and gently wiping the hair from her face and tucking the icy blonde strands behind her ear. “Fine. Let’s just get this over with,” he breathes as he pulls the mask back over his face.

He seems annoyed. I can’t worry about his feelings when we are so close to securing a massive pay day that’ll keep us afloat for the next twelve months, if we work wisely.

“Want something to take the edge off?” I ask before pulling my mask into place. He eyes me for long seconds before his shoulders sag; almost as if feeling defeated by the situation at hand. “Sure. I want to get this done so things can go back to normal.”