Page 32 of Terror Tuesday

“Ugh. I think we gotta take turns,” the guy in her back hole says. “Fuck! It’s, like…wetalready.” He makes a gagging sound and backs up, realizing what must already have been in there. Some other brother’s cum.

The third man takes his place while hanging his head in shame. “Shit… It’s… I can’t…”

Thetadoesn’t hesitate and cracks his crop against theBeta’sbare ass. This is enough to get his hips pumping hard. Nolan works himself into a frenzy, gripping her hair and shoving inside with rapidity. The one in her ass joins, trying to finish.

“If you’re just going to stand there, finish on her back,”Thetainstructs the guy with his pants around his ankles. He nods, as if relieved, then stands at her side to get off.

He looks at Cuntlyn’s body, her skin pale and slick with sweat. She’s still breathing—barely. Sides of her lips are cracked, her eyes glassy, but she’s aware. And the only noises she makes are minor grunts as theBetapillages her gaping asshole.

“All of you pull out and finish on her back. We don’t want you to damage our property.”

Nolan is first to strike, then the others join, shooting reams of cum into the divot of her spine. Some lands in her ass crack. The three look relieved, as if they made it through the trials, butThetaseems to have other plans.

He straightens to his full height, crop smacking his palm, and nods toward the two by the wall. “Stand here, then kneel.”

One of the brothers—blond, too tall, and trembling—steps forward. His legs almost give out beneath him, but he forces himself to kneel. Hehasto.

“Lick her,” theThetasays smoothly, but there’s no mistaking the command in his tone.

At first, theBetadoesn’t move. He’s frozen. His mind is somewhere far away. But then a secondThetaslithers out from the shadows, dressed like a butcher, and grabs the blond’s hair, shoving his face onto the woman’s back.

TheBetagasps and resists, but theThetas’sgrip tightens, dragging him toward Cuntlyn and the cream covering her. It’s smeared all over his face, his cheeks, his nose... He has to do it to clean the remains of whatever the others left on her. To prove his submission.

“All of you down now. Join your brother for the feast.”

The sharp snap of a cane against Cuntlyn’s ass acts as a warning if they don’t comply. And five brothers kneel around her, licking up who knows whose cum from however long ago it was deposited.

“Yeah, son. Get in her asshole there and scoop it out. You wanted it clean, didn’t you?” TheThetashoves one of their heads between her ass cheeks, and he gags, then shoves back.

“Fuck you! I ain’t doing that!”

“Well…we’ll just have to find something else, then.”Thetastrolls over toward a cabinet and pulls something shiny from it. When he returns, the butcher forces the rebel to his knees. “Aren’t youBeta’schapter advisor?”

The guy’s lips form a solid line, but it’s clear the answer is affirmative.

“You should have led your team to victory, then, senior. Too bad. Open wide.”

Beta’sadvisor shakes his head rapidly, holding his mouth closed. But the Butcher weasels a gloved finger inside, then holds his jaw until he’s waiting like a vessel to hold the wine of defeat.

Ruddy turns up the slick skin in his hands and pours a filled condom directly into his open mouth until the guy gags, then vomits onto the stones in front of him. He heaves a guttural sob, his shoulders shaking violently as his brothers watch him with worried expressions.

My eyes dry out as I study the scene, unblinking. I’m not shocked. I’ve seen this same show for the last couple of years. Never had to go down there… Except once with Apollo, but that was for an exclusive mission.

It’s not until a thirdThetaenters and checks out the scene that I snap to attention, watching the entire mess unfoldingbefore me. I’ve seen him around before. Some senior named Carl, or something like that.

When the butcher spots him, he gives a nod, but Ruddy’s face twists into a grimace, his voice tight. “Thought you said this group would have Remington and Holloway in it. Maybe the vice president.”

Carl shakes his head, unfazed. “No. That’s the thing... I’m pretty sure both were fucking murdered, man.”

My heart stops for a full beat.

The twoThetasfreeze. TheBetas, however, are staring at each other with their jaws unhinged, exchanging glances thick with confusion.

“For real? When?” Ruddy asks, a mixture of incredulity and apprehension in his voice.

Carl acts nonchalant, as though what he just said is no big deal. But everything inside me goes still.

A tense shift in the atmosphere makes the hair on my arms stand erect. Something’swrongtonight, and it’s unexpected. Ihatethat I’m not prepared for it.