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twenty-one

A Twisted Train Ride

Blade

I 've never seen such a bad case of schizophrenia before. Scarlett is by far the worst. Still, none of us feel bad for using her precious body the way we have been, not when it feels so fucking good. Being off her meds doesn't help, nor does the array of meds we've been feeding her with and without her knowledge, but we do whatever we have to do to make it work, and so far, it has. So why would we stop?

"I'm making a run to the apartment to check on... you know," Riley says, licking his lips evilly.

He looks over his shoulder, his gaze drawn toward the room where Sinner and Nixon are, keeping his tone hushed so she can't hear him. Saint glares at him, still pissed that all the plans he had for this Halloween backfired immensely.

"And what the fuck are you going there for, if you already know she's good?" He snarls, licking the leaf of the blunt wrap.

"Because, I haven't checked on her for a few days, Saint. That's why," he fires back, snatching his keyring off the hook.

"Hurry the fuck up. We're gonna start Scarlett's training soon."

"And what do you have in mind for her?" I ask curiously, handing him a pretty purple nugget with a delicious aroma that wafts right up my nose the second I pull it from the bag.

"We're gonna prowl the park and she's gonna pick her victim. I wanna see her kill a mother fucker, and then we're gonna fuck her," he says nonchalantly, grinding up the weed without casting a single glance my way.

This is why we try not to make plans because every fucking plan we make goes right down the fucking drain. Being spontaneous is where it's at apparently.

Without saying anything else, Riley leaves the Mausoleum, slamming the old, concrete door behind him, grabbing the attention of Nixon. As he walks out of the room, he gives Saint and I an intriguing look, scratching the stubble on his chin as he walks out in his underwear, his cock already hard and sticking straight up. Saint's eyes follow it, finally looking up from his neatly rolled blunt to lick his lips as he sits down.

"Like what you see, Saint?" Nixon asks, smirking at both of us, grabbing the massive bulge in his lap that's taunting us.

"Always," Saint says, flicking the zippo, igniting the flame that he puts to the end of the blunt. "Matter of fact, why don't you get over here so I can have a little taste?" He licks his lips before sticking the blunt between them, taking a decent rip that makes him cough almost immediately.

Nixon looks at me intriguingly, and all I do is shrug. Ever since I told Saint about Nixon giving me head, he hasn't stopped talking about it. He's acting almost jealous for some fucking reason.

"What, you wanna suck my cock, Saint?" Nixon grumbles, walking over and sitting down beside him, snatching the blunt right out from his mouth.

"Why not? Isn't that what we all do… together?" He grins, flicking his gaze between me and Nixon, jealousy rearing its ugly head once more.

"Well, I have a better idea." Now Nixon looks at me, then at Saint, a devious look taking over his features as he casts a subtle glance toward the room Scarlet's in.

"Oh, I'd love to fucking hear it," Saint says, rubbing his hands together anxiously.

"Yeah, so would I," I agree, my cock already growing hard in anticipation.

"Well…" Nixon begins, puffing generously hard on the blunt before passing it to me. "How about we run a train. We haven't done that in a while." He wiggles his brows, eagerly awaiting our replies.

Saint and I share a look, not even having to think about it before blurring out our answers.

"Let's fucking go." Saint stands first, taking quick strides towards the room.

"Hold up, who's gonna be where?" Standing, I ask, already shedding my shirt, working on my pants next.

"I figured since Saint wants me so fucking bad, I'll take him, while you take Scarlett, and Saint takes you." I grin, knowing I'll get to have my sinner again, which is exactly what I fucking want anyway.

"Works for me," Saint agrees, rushing toward the room before Nixon or I can beat him to it.

Scarlett

Finally allowing my eyes to close, just as I begin drifting off to sleep from the meds Nixon gave me, I'm startled awake from the sound of numerous loud voices entering the room. As my tired eyes fling open, I'm met by three sets of hungry, dark eyes staring down at me as they sweep over my partially clothed body, my hands cuffed to the metal headboard... again.

It's like they don't trust me or something… but where the hell am I going to run to especially with this tomb heavily guarded by them and the security cameras everywhere around this place?

"Rise and shine, brat," Nixon says, taking it upon himself to remove my bra and underwear they were nice enough to let me wear to sleep last night. He uncuffs me from the headboard and kisses my bloody, bruised wrists with sweet, sensual kisses, a side I don't see much from him.

"What's going on now?" I ask, even though half the time my questions don't get answered.

Noticing that Riley is missing, I breathe a small sigh of relief that I keep to myself, knowing whatever they have planned for me, hopefully won't be as bad. Blade, Saint, and Nixon, all hastily undress, and my heart sinks immediately, knowing they're about to annihilate me once again. Still sore from the countless other times they've fucked me ruthlessly, my body begins to tremble as I imagine what sinister game they have in store for me now.

"What's going on is we're about to have a little fun… all of us," Nixon says, apparently talking for all three of them since neither Blade or Saint have yet to speak.

But they have no problem staring at me like I'm a piece of fucking meat they're about to devour. All three of them start stroking their cocks to the sight of my naked body, and I'd be lying if I said I wasn't turned on watching them. Trying to squeeze my thighs together to ease the ache and stop the wetness from dripping down the inside of them, but the look on their faces has me freezing in fear.

"What the fuck are you doing, trouble?" Saint asks, taking another step toward the bed. "Open your fucking legs so we can see that pretty pussy, will ya?"

On command, I open my legs, letting them see me as I avoid their intense gaze. Hearing their grunts and the unmistakable sound of skin on skin as they manically stroke their massive cocks, I stare at the ceiling, wondering what they've got in mind this time.

"Touch yourself for us, sinner. Push those little fingers inside that tight, little pussy and play with it so we can watch," Blade says, grinning from ear to ear, his gorgeous blue eyes lighting up like the sky on the fourth of July.

A bit hesitant, I reach between my legs and sink my shaky fingers inside myself, feeling the warmth from my pussy as I push them deeper, my back lifting off the bed as I relish in the pleasure from my own touch. My cheeks heat as I tug my bottom lip between my teeth, hating myself that I'm enjoying this.

"Good girl. See, it's not so bad," he says, stroking his cock faster as he kneels on the bed between my legs, his eyes obsessively focused on what my fingers are doing to my pussy.

Following his lead, Saint gets on the bed behind him, and Nixon gets on behind Saint, making confusion fill my mind as to what's going on… but I don't ask. Just as I begin to get into the pleasure of fingering myself, Blade rips my hand away from between my legs and brings my fingers to his mouth, sucking them inside roughly. Feeling his tongue swirling around them, I let out an involuntary moan that has all three staring at me intensely with devious grins curled across their sexy lips. You're just as fucked up as them for enjoying this Scarlett.

"You taste so fucking good, sinner. So sweet yet full of sin… a perfect fucking mix." He drops my hand and reaches over, grabbing the cuffs that usually secure my wrists to the headboard. I cringe and start shaking, fearing I'm about to be bound again.

"Get on your fucking knees and turn around for me," Blade commands.

I do as I'm told, fearing the worst. He grabs my arms and fastens the cuffs around my wrists, pushing my stomach onto the bed, and pulling my hips back so my ass is raised in the air.

"Now, let me tell you what's going to happen," he whispers into my ear as he smooths his hand down my back, running it over the curve of my ass and making me shiver as wetness drips from my pussy down the inside of my trembling thighs.

"First, I'm going to be putting my cock in here…" He pushes his finger into my ass without warning, causing my body to jerk violently against the bed. "And while I'm fucking this virgin ass of yours, Saint will be fucking me…" Chuckling, he adds another finger and pumps them slowly, making pain radiate throughout my entire body. "And then, Nixon is going to be fucking Saint… got it?"

And then he adds a third, causing blood to trickle from the hole, and when it does, he dips his head to between my parted legs and darts his tongue out, licking around his thrusting fingers, lubing the area while he pounds them in and out of my ass, making me writhe in agony beneath him as I bite the inside of my cheeks to keep from screaming.

"Fucking answer him, brat. That's the only fucking thing we're waiting on before we start," Nixon yells, clearly impatient and over stroking himself.

"Ye… yes. I unde… understand," I pant out, my voice dripping with pain, as Blade continues to lick and finger my ass brutally.

"Good, let's get this train on the tracks… shall we, boys?"

Nixon

Saint and I watch with euphoric, hooded eyes as Blade rips Scarlet's legs open even more, rubbing the wet head of his cock against her slightly bloody asshole, teasing her as he pushes it against her ripped skin. With her hands cuffed behind her back and her face pressed into the pillow, the sight is more arousing than a fucking porno.

I guide my cock to Saint's ass, teasingly running the tip along the seam, his body jolting from the sensation as we continue to watch, waiting for Blade to slam into her. Her sobs fill the room, but they go ignored, only turning us on more.

"Come on, what the fuck are you waiting for?"

"Easy, Nix," Blade says, grinning as he looks at us over his shoulder.

Licking his lips, he tugs on the cuffs around her wrists, pushing his cock head against her ass, watching her body jerk again. She gasps, feeling his massive cock where no one's ever been… but that's about to change right now. In a single, vicious move, Blade slams his entire cock into her in one thrust, making a piercing scream erupt from her throat as she cranes her neck back, giving him the perfect opportunity to grab her hair and tug it back. Holding onto it while his other hand holds onto her cuffs, he begins thrusting in and out of her tight, virgin ass mercilessly, grunting every time his cock disappears inside of her.

Saint pushes on Blade's lower back, getting into position between his legs as he guides his cock to his ass, pushing in like a pro. And like a pro, Blade takes every fucking inch, grunting as desire floods through all of us listening to Scarlett's screams of pain that eventually, will turn to pleasure once she's accustomed to the size of Blade's massive cock in her tight little ass.

"Fuck, Blade… its been a while since I've been in here… but damn, does it feel fucking good," Saint hisses, grabbing his hips and leaning against his back.

As he does that, I grab Saint's hips, tugging him against me a little, careful not to pull him too much so his cock slips out of Blade's ass. I push the tip of my cock against his puckered asshole a few times, teasing him and getting his body to spasm as he fucks Blade, and Blade pounds into Scar, everyone seeming to enjoy themselves, even Scar, who's now moaning in pleasure instead of sobbing in pain .

"Saint, spread those legs, fucker." He listens, focusing on thrusting deeply into Blade's ass and not coming too quickly.

In a single thrust, I enter his tight ass, throwing my head back as desire rips through me, flooding my veins as my fingers dig violently into his hips. As we all begin to pound into each other's asses, finally we find a matching rhythm, slamming each other back on our cocks, making sure they go as deep as we can get them, and ripping loud, pleasurable moans from their throats.

Everyone shakes, grunts, and curses as sweat covers our bodies and fluids mix, with lust and desire clouding our minds from thinking anything rational. But this is what we fucking want. Nothing else fucking matters right now. We're all together, with the exception of Riley, but there will be other chances. We're far from fucking finished.

As our climax builds deeply in our cores, we pull out of each other, with the exception of Blade, that is. Saint and I stand beside the bed, stroking our cocks beside Scarlett's head, grinning at Blade as he knows what we're about to do. Flipping her over, he pulls out of her ass, giving her a much needed break while keeping her hands cuffed behind her back. Looking at us with fear in her eyes—something we're used to seeing by now—Blade joins us in stroking his cock in front of her face.

"Wh…what?" She croaks out, almost losing her voice from screaming.

"Open that fucking mouth," I order her, and I'm surprised when she does it without a fight.

"Wider," Saint says impatiently, on the verge of coming.

When she does, the three of us get even closer, pushing the tips of our cocks into her mouth and squeezing her lips shut around them as she thrashes on the bed, glaring at us with murder in her eyes..

"Remember when you sucked both me and Saint at once?" Blade grins sadistically, getting a slight nod out of her. "Well, this time, you don't have to suck, sinner, you're just gonna swallow our cum… all three of us."

Her eyes widen just as the three of us let go inside her mouth, choking her with the amount that spills out as she tries to swallow so she can breathe. Some drips from the corners of her lips, but she swallows most of it, trying to gasp for air as Saint pinches her nose, cutting off her oxygen like a savage.

God, this is the fucking life…

Riley

Back at the Mausoleum, the guys have Scarlett outside for a change, and she won't even look at any of them. Knowing something happened while I was gone enrages me, but I don't even bother bringing it up. Snatching her arm, I pull her to her feet and drag her toward the car, ignoring her pleas to let her walk on her own.

"Let go of me! I can walk!"

"Not a fucking chance. Are you assholes coming?" I growl, pissed that they didn't wait for me before their next game.

"What's the attitude for, Ri?" Blade asks, puffing on a cigarette with a shit-eating grin on his face as the three of them slowly follow behind me.

"Fuck you. Let's just get this show on the road."

"Where are we going?" Scarlett asks as I shove her into the backseat.

"We're going to the park, now stop fucking asking questions."

"But why are we going to the park?"

"What the fuck did I just say? "

"Yo, lose the snippy attitude," Nixon says, giving me a curious look as he gets into the front seat.

"We're going to pick up a toy for you, Scarlett…" Nixon says, smiling with evil in his eyes. "It's time you learn to do what we do…"