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  I close my eyes tightly as Mark’s hands move down to the bottom of my nightie and he flips it up over my bare ass.

  She’s going to be so fucking pissed when she wakes up.

  Chapter Nine

  Sissy

  The room spins in a rhythmic wave that lulls me deeper into the space I have descended into. I can feel my pulse and breaths pick up with every beat that pounds through my veins and heart. It’s a steady beat that makes me feel like I can get up and take over the world … if only I could move.

  My body suddenly shifts; every movement pushing me deeper into the mattress until I move further up the bed. At first I wonder if I’m dancing to the beat until I remember that it’s my heart thumping that quickly and that I’m not moving.

  I strain to pay attention, to know what is going on around me. That’s when I hear it. The heavy breathing. The grunts. The wetness on my inner thighs as I try to close my legs. The hot breaths huffing on my face.

  I’m not making those sounds. I’m not panting heavily. And I’m sure as hell not gushing fluids from between my legs.

  As the room slows down, my eyes focus on a sweaty Lydia half laying, half hovering over me. Her eyes roll up into her head as a high pitch keening escapes between her open lips that drip saliva on my collar bone. The long trail of slobber glistens as it sways every time she’s pushed against me, making a thick, swirly wet design on the top of my breast. I can feel the drops rolling down between them.

  With every grunt and thrust, I gain more control over myself. Once I can control my vision, I turn my eyes to Mark. Sweat beads his brow, soaking into his hairline and dripping down onto Lydia’s back. My heart continues to move along with his breakneck pace. Each thump matches his hips that pounds against her ass.

  The entire scene disgusts me and turns me on at the same damn time. I don’t even know what to think about anything anymore. I know one thing for certain: I will do whatever it takes to never do whatever Mark forced me to snort early. As soon as the powder hit the back of my nose and slid down my throat like acid, my entire world came to a hyper-focused stop. My vision, my hearing, my heartrate, my damn thoughts all became what felt like one cohesive collective, then spiraled into the brightest darkness I have ever known.

  I saw movement. I called out into the blinding light for someone to help me. Maybe, just maybe, I had died. It sure felt like a place that could be considered the other side. Maybe an angel would come collect me. Maybe God.

  Or maybe a devil will greet me. A handsomely sadistic fucker with a horse cock who knows that I hurt him and he wants his comeuppance.

  “I’m kind of glad you tried to kill me earlier.” He slid his tongue down my neck and along the low-cut opening of my shirt to my cleavage. “Now I get what I want in exchange for my silence. And I’ll get it whenever I want.”

  I could barely register much after that, but I could feel him spread my legs. I could feel him poking and prodding. I could hear him spit and feel the coolness of it as he spread it between my holes. I screamed as he attempted to stick his massive cock into my ass.

  Then everything went black. Until now. Until I came to with Lydia being fucked like a two-cent whore on top of me. As thankful as I was that it wasn’t me, I wanted it to be me just as bad.

  Always the bridesmaid, never the bride.

  Lydia’s knee digs into my upper thigh and a cramp begins to twist the muscle in my leg. I whimper and try to pull away, but my leg doesn’t respond. Lydia does though.

  Her eyes widen as my lips try to move. She shakes her head slightly, the remaining spittle dangling from her lips sways above my face and makes me cringe. Lydia leans down and wipes her mouth on my pillow. Her shoulder puts pressure on my throat as Mark continues to plow her from behind, his balls smacking my pubic bone with every thrust. The dampness left behind cools and sends a shiver through my already sensitive body.

  Lydia’s face rubs against mine as her hot lips touch my ear. She smells strongly of coffee, as if I could turn my face to hers and sip it from her lips. But before she can say anything, I shush her. She stiffens, and I fear Mark will realize that I’m awake.

  “Relax,” I whisper next to her ear. She instantly loosens back up and lets out a fake moan when Mark groans. “I got us into this, I’ll get us out.”

  A sarcastic look crosses her face as she sways above me. She has some smartass remark to make, but luckily she’s keeping it to herself. Instead, her eyes cross as Mark hits the right spot, and she throws her head back and mewls.

  I glance over her shoulder and find Mark staring at me. He smiles as Lydia comes back to reality from where ever his cock had taken her to. He sucks his lip between his teeth and smirks at me.

  My heart stills as his eyes lock with mine and tells me everything he wants to say with that one look. I swear my vagina blisters under his scorching gaze.

  “Yeah! She’s finally awake,” Mark says, getting excited. “Time to have some fun.” A growl escapes his throat as he pulls out of Lydia, his dick glistening with her cum, and pulls on my ankles until I’m out from beneath her. “Who wants to be Daddy’s dirty girl?”

  Dirty girl?

  I glance behind me at Lydia, on her hands and knees above me, her battered vagina pulsing with her last orgasm.

  “Awe, so sweet. No wonder I scare you,” he says, stroking his massive, wet cock. “You bat for the other team. Doesn’t matter. I’m still fucking both of you.”

  He flips me over and I grab Lydia’s hips to keep from going ass-to-mouth with her. She falls beneath me and I topple on top of her.

  “Go along with it,” I whisper to her so quietly I wonder if I even said it aloud at all.

  Lydia’s brows pull together. I’m not sure if she heard what I said or if I confused her by it. Regardless, I prepare to move into action. Mark steps up between my legs. His now dry, cum soaked cock bumps against my thigh. I quiver when it jerks, bobbing up down and slapping my skin. His booming laugh fills the room.

  “Handle bars. Love it.” He grabs hold of my pigtails. “You better get used to this, little Sissy, Daddy’s gonna be doing it a lot.”

  He wastes no time attempting to ram his man meat into my pussy. Over and over again, he spits and rams, making me cry out in pain that I’ve felt before.

  Lydia watches from beneath me with forced sympathy in her eyes. I can tell she feels sorry for me, but I can also tell that she blames me for the entire situation. I should have left her alone. I should have stayed in my hidey hole.

  As Mark grunts and swears and sings praises to God about my tight hole, I lay against Lydia and begin stroking her skin, nuzzling her neck, and whispering sweet nothings into her ear.

  At least Mark thinks they are sweet nothings. With every sentence I whisper into her ear, he grows harder and pounds faster, directing us to fuck each other in front of him as he fucks me.

  Little does he know that he’s not getting off on the kisses and caresses we share. He’s getting off on us plotting his murder. Who knew it could be such a beautiful thing.

  Chapter Ten

  Artemis

  Just cum already!

  I didn’t understand how it was possible that Mark still had so much goddamn stamina for a man his age. Susie Q, as expected, had given out some time ago, but he was still fucking along like she was participating in the one-man marathon.

  I could always try to join in, that would probably get him off faster, but I just didn’t have the energy right now. Not to mention that Susie probably wasn’t into the girl thing; though, I didn’t mind it from time to time. However, this really wasn’t one of those times. It wouldn’t be an enjoyable thing, it would be a survival thing, and I hated the thought.

  Besides, Mark hadn’t earned that yet. The only thing he had earned so far would be what’s coming to him, but for now, I just needed him to blow his fucking load on her or in her and pull out. I don’t know if he’s trying to impress me or her, but I’m not in the mood to have some poor girl getting annihilated on
top of me.

  Maybe if I say it. What the hell did he call her?

  “How’s that cock feel, dirty girl?” I cooed, running my fingertips up and down her arms. I almost laugh out loud at the look she gives me. Confusion, curiosity, the “this isn’t part of the plan” look, but I bite my tongue and swallow back my laughter.

  Mark lets out a loud moan, and I think I’ve finished him off easy with what I ask Susie. As it turns out, I couldn’t be more wrong.

  “Get on your knees, both of you,” he pants, pulling his glistening cock out of her. “Come on, Daddy’s waiting.”

  I sigh and push myself up as best as I can and get down on all fours on the bed. My hands are shaking, my arms hurt from how hard he fucked me, and it looks like Susie isn’t doing much better. She manages to gather her bearings as best as she can and saddles up next to me as we wait for the next command.

  There aren’t any more verbal commands from him though. He holds us in place with his eyes, that giant half grin on his ruggedly handsome face, and the sound of his wet cock as he quickly strokes it in front of our faces.

  I can’t help but think about how hot this could have been in a different setting. Maybe one of those underground sex clubs with a group of people watching us, but not in the bedroom of Susie’s apartment with both of us half fucked to death, and Mark standing in front of us like he’s the world’s greatest lay.

  Suddenly, he closes his eyes and leans his head back as he quickens his pace. In a normal world, I’d be sucking his cock dry and he’d be forcing the back of my head closer to him, choking me and making me gag, but this wasn’t a normal world. Not anymore.

  “Oh fuck! Get ready, little girls. Daddy’s cumming,” he groans loudly.

  I roll my eyes at Susie, and once again have to bite back the laughter. The look of realization on her face as to what’s about to happen is fucking great. So great, that my face is still turned when he shoots his load at us and catches me off guard.

  “Goddammit!” I yell irritably.

  “Ah-ah-ah!” he says chidingly, a shadow of a chuckle in his tone. “Leave it where it is, and come suck me clean.”

  I wait as patiently as I can because I’m assuming he’s talking to Susie, but when he reaches down and jerks me forward, I look up at him with angry eyes.

  “Shouldn’t she have to suck herself off of you? Why do I have to do it?”

  “Because you’re my dirty girl, too, now get to it or I’ll show you just how bad this can get,” he replies in a low tone, dripping in menace and a touch of insanity.

  Thank fuck she bathed, I think to myself as I prop myself up on my knees and take his cock into my mouth.

  I get why he’s doing this; the blowjob I gave him earlier was a bit of a scorcher, and I did promise him a little something for fixing my pipes. Of course, this isn’t exactly what I had in mind, but I close my eyes and begin moving my head up and down, twisting my tongue around the shaft of his cock while he gently moans. His hand grabs a fistful of my hair, and I’m almost tempted to smack his hand away, but God knows what he’ll do if I resist it.

  “Come here, Sissy. It’s your turn,” he says, pulling me off just enough to give her room to swallow his dick.

  The wet sound of her sucking his cock is kind of hot, and I’m feeling myself getting wet again. Maybe there’s something to this force play after all; I would definitely have to look into it.

  “Now be my good little girls and share,” he says, his breath ragged as he pushes my head back toward his dick.

  I look at Susie for a minute, who at this point looks like she’s either on the verge of tears or castrating him, and shake my head imperceptibly. She closes her eyes tightly for a moment and we both move toward his hard cock. Our lips touch as we move our mouths up and down either side, hoping to get him off for the last time before his demands turn into something neither of us are willing to do.

  I don’t know what takes over me, but I push her away and take his cock as far down into my throat as I can. Gagging is an issue with something this huge, but the spit that’s falling out of my mouth seems to be something he’s enjoying, so I keep going until Susie pushes me away and repeats my actions.

  We continue back and forth, taking turns swallowing his cock down our throats until he can’t take it anymore. Until his body goes rigid. He balls up our hair in his fists and cums again before collapsing onto the bed between us.

  “Holy shit,” he breathes, putting a hand to his forehead. “That was fucking amazing.”

  “Is Daddy happy?” I ask coyly, leaning on the bed. I run a hand over his chest as he cups my ass and brings me closer to him.

  Susie is still on her knees staring at us and giving me a confused look when she sees the intention in my eyes and leans back as well. He scoops her closer to him and looks at each of us in turn with that grin on his face and nods at me.

  “Very happy.”

  “Good,” I coo, leaning my head down against his shoulder. Susie again mimics my movements and our eyes meet over his heaving chest.

  I nod and she smiles.

  It’s time to give Daddy his due.

  Chapter Eleven

  Sissy

  Curled up around Mark, I stare at his flaccid cock and wonder how something so small can grow to be so damn big. The spasms in my vagina haven’t stopped, and just thinking about him thrusting inside of me causes them to pulsate rapidly again. I don’t know whether to like it or be angered by it. He did shove that monster inside of me without any foreplay. Can’t really say I would’ve liked that more had I been wet. I hate it when men touch me. Ever since that one time …. I’d rather touch myself.

  Comparing today with that horrible day, I realize that this event was far different—I wasn’t completely petrified because Lydia was here. If she hadn’t been here … I don’t know what would’ve happened. She understood who Mark was already, and she despised him as much as she desired him. If I’m really honest with myself, I do too. And that really upsets me.

  I should be sickened with myself. My skin should be crawling, and my twat should be bleeding from my lack of enjoyment. But the truth of the matter is, I enjoyed being his dirty girl. I enjoyed it so much that my body still quakes with my multiple orgasms and my pussy still leaks the evidence of them.

  I enjoyed it.

  I enjoyed him pounding into me.

  I enjoyed the orgasms.

  And I enjoyed it even more because I was fucked on top of Lydia.

  The relaxed way she wraps her arm around mine while we cuddle with Mark tells me she enjoyed it too.

  She winks at me as I glance over at her. Her lip pulls up into a smirk and threatens to break into a full-on smile. Instead, the mirth dances in her eyes trying not to break free and get us caught. Her excitement of what’s to come is exciting me, and I’m shocked to admit to myself that I’m ready for a round two. One more round before the third and final.

  What is it they say, third time’s a charm?

  By the gleam in her eye, and the cum dried to her lashes, I’d say Lydia is up for just about anything at this point. I wonder just how far we can push Daddy.

  I run my fingers through the hair on Mark’s chest as I move my hand down his body. His abs tense beneath the tickling touch of my fingertips and he sucks a breath in holding it. I run my finger down his length, circling the tip of his dick. He lets the breath out he was holding as the drop of precum takes form.

  Lydia rubs on his nipple as she watches my every move with surprised wide eyes, awaiting the sign that it’s time to take action. After I lower myself down Mark’s body, her tongue swipes his nipple the same time I lick that juicy drop off his cock. He hisses and grows incredibly fast in my hands as I flatten my tongue at his base and lick all the way to his tip, sucking it into my mouth and popping off it loudly.

  “Ooooh, little girl, you surprise me. Do it again,” he growls.

  My cheeks burn, and I try to hide myself behind his huge flag pole as I go to give it a big lick ag
ain, but he grabs my pigtail and jerks my head to the side, smiling at me like a school boy who just got the virgin to give him head.

  “Look me in the eye.”

  I get back in line with his cock and right as my tongue touches him, he jerks my head to the side harder and holds me there.

  “Always look me in the eye.” His command is much more menacing and it raises the hairs on the back of my neck.

  My stomach flops in fear, but Lydia rolling her eyes and my determination to see this through to the end helps to steel my resolve and doesn’t let his intimidation tear me down into a compliant, used-up whore.

  I stare him in the eye, just as he requests, and my lip and brow pulls up into a bit of sneer as I flatten my tongue on the side of his dick and press hard as I work my way up quickly.

  Lydia chuckles as she kneels at Mark’s head and shoves down on his shoulders, rubbing her tits all over his face and making him let go of my hair. She teases him, running her nipples across his face as his mouth goes back and forth trying to catch them. While she does that, she pulls his hands away from her chest and above his head where she kneels on his arms to hold them down. Once she gets him where she wants him, she unceremoniously drops her bottom onto his head and rubs her slit up and down his face, leaving a wet snail trail from his chin to his hairline.

  “It’s not gonna lick itself, Daddy.”

  His muffled response makes me choke on a laugh and Lydia joins in with me as she rides his face like she’s riding a bull in one of those country bars that I see in movies. It’s quite comical.

  While she has his head trapped to the bed, I slip the scarves off my wrought iron bedpost and quickly tie them to the footboard. I stop to show Mark’s meat some attention before quickly tying his ankles with the scarves. He tries to move away from me, but he doesn’t get far with Lydia pushing against his chest to keep him down and me sitting on each leg as I tie it.