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  He slides his cock down my throat, which is surprisingly easy. I’ve never had a man who tasted this good—even his pre-cum, which sticks to my tongue. All it does is make me hornier, and for some reason, I don’t find what Devon and Anthony are doing so repulsive anymore.

  The way Anthony grabs Latisha’s neck and squeezes it until she can’t breathe, while his cock his still deep down in her throat, only makes me rub myself harder. That kind of power over a human being … I can almost taste it, feel it in the air, as it electrifies my body.

  But then I see Devon slapping his cock against Stacey’s face, and it makes me want to bite.

  “Lick it faster,” Max says, pulling me back to his domain. “And show me how you please your pussy. I’m keen to learn.”

  I lift my dress for him to see my wet panties.

  Even the girls who aren’t being face-fucked look at me as I finger myself.

  I know they probably think I’m crazy. Maybe I am. But I’m about to come, and there’s no stopping the force that’s these three brothers. I just hope I can handle them all … because I know that sooner or later, they’ll come at me all at the same time. I just know it. They’re that devious.

  Max takes a fistful of my hair and shoves his cock farther inside my throat. “Take it deep, Naomi. I want you to feel how badly I’ve waited for this moment.”

  He thrusts in and out of my mouth until his base reaches my nose, and I can smell his skin.

  “Fuck,” he groans, pulling back again as his dick bobs in my throat. He grabs my face with both hands and forces me to look at him. “When I thrust back into your mouth, you come. Understand?”

  After I nod, he slams back in again with full force. At the sound of his loud moan, I come undone. I shiver as my body convulses, my pussy releasing in bliss. An explosion in my mouth follows, along with a long, drawn-out howl from Max. His cum shoots into the back of my mouth, and I can feel it run down my throat. It tastes like the devil’s cum—so good, so sinful.

  “Swallow. Swallow it all,” he growls, as he pinches my nose. I do what he says and then open my mouth to show him I finished it all.

  He smiles at me, cupping my chin and letting his finger slide all the way up my cheek, almost like he’s caressing me.

  Latisha’s gurgling makes me look away. Anthony’s choking her, and he thrusts into her throat then pinches her nose. “Take it. Take it like a good girl,” he growls.

  She nods and closes her eyes as his balls tense, and he releases himself down her throat. When he’s finished, he wipes his cock all over her face, smearing it with cum, and her tongue dips out to lick him clean.

  Stacey gags, and it draws my attention away from them. Devon growls out loud, and I see him grasping her face and fucking her like she’s some kind of fuck doll. One moment later, he arches his back, howls, and thrusts into her throat a final time. Her face convulses, and she gags a few more times, closing her eyes to take his cum.

  “Fuck, yeah,” Devon shouts.

  When he yanks his cock out, she drops to the ground, coughing up cum and spitting it on the floor.

  Suddenly, he slams his foot on her face and forces her to the floor. “Clean it!”

  Her tongue comes out, shaking, just like her, and she starts to lick the floor.

  “P-please ….” she stutters.

  Devon won’t even take his boot off her face until she’s cleaned the entire floor. “Fucking lick it all. I don’t want to see a drop left.”

  Her eyes are stained with tears, her face is covered in goo, and her makeup is ruined … just like her dignity.

  But I know, looking up at Max, who’s blissfully unaware, that I never lost mine.

  I am in control … I always was.

  He. Wants. Me.

  I could see it in his eyes, the way he looked at me when I fondled myself as I licked him. He’s not even looked at the other girls once, and when he fingered Jordan, all he could do was glare at me.

  I’m the one he wants … so that means I have all the power.

  9.

  Accompanying Song: “The Demon Dance” by Cliff Martinez

  Max

  Evening

  During dinner, I can only think of one thing … Naomi’s sweet tongue licking my hard cock.

  God, I can still feel her soft, wet mouth wrapped around my hard-on as I slide into her throat again and again until I shoot my load into her. And she took it all with a smile.

  A fucking smile.

  Fantastic.

  She’s a tough nut to crack, but that only means she fascinates me more. She and Latisha seem like the only girls in for a kinky night. The others … well, let’s just say they need some time to adjust to their new situation.

  Tonight, a lot more tension exists in the dining room as the girls sit at the table and play with their food without even eating one bite. I guess the white sauce with peppers that’s richly poured over their medium-baked steaks reminds them of our cum. They should worry more about their soup, though.

  Or maybe it’s the fact we forced the two girls who didn’t participate in our little game this morning to put on a completely see-through, crystal-embedded dress and become our servers for tonight.

  Yes, that’s right. Our waitresses are Hyun and Asya, and they are serving us in nothing but a flimsy, see-through sparkling dress.

  “Come in,” Anthony barks at the girls who are still hiding behind the door.

  Devon actually had to drag them out of the room to come down here because they wouldn’t leave their room. Now it’s locked, and they have nowhere to go but here. It’s a pity because I really didn’t want them to go through this. I know those girls have it tough. They had a strict upbringing and came from a household with a strong regiment, and here … everything they know is broken apart.

  We play with these girls to test them, to seek their limits so we can find the right bride.

  The punishment part was my brother’s concoction. Devon’s, to be specific, and Anthony agreed because he heard from our father that the girls can sometimes revolt, and we don’t want that to happen.

  No, this system works because it forces them to accept what’s coming. If not, they get something that’s even worse.

  It’s the way things work, and how they’re supposed to go. That’s all I know, and even though I don’t agree with these heinous rules, we must enforce them so we remain top-dog position in the house.

  I watch with an emotionless face as Hyun enters the room for the first time. Her naked body is so fragile and thin like she could fall over with the slightest push.

  She holds a tray in her hands and tries to cover her small chest with it, but I can still see her nipples peek out from underneath. Her pussy is clean-shaven and ripe for the taking. And even though I don’t want her … I know my brother does.

  Devon.

  He keeps staring at her with these eyes … bloodshed, almost. Like a wolf who’s found its prey, and he’s ready to gorge himself on her.

  “C’mere,” he calls out. His grip on his fork tightens as she moves closer to the table, trembling. She listens to him, even though she looks mortified. Maybe the punishment will work … even though it’s against my personal beliefs.

  Still, I can’t help but sneak a glance every once in a while. I mean a man can only ignore a beautiful, naked woman for a short time. One’s bound to look, and there’s no shame in feeling attraction and finding a pretty girl aesthetically pleasing to look at.

  Too bad she won’t feel that way about herself when she struts around and passes roasted potatoes to all the girls without even daring to look at them.

  Her cheeks are as red as I’ve ever seen, and her legs quake under her as she walks toward us.

  “Your p-potatoes … sir.” She places one on Devon’s plate.

  “Finally, you behave,” he says with a grin, immediately chopping into his roasted potato like it’s some kind of animal he has to slaughter.

  “And well, too,” Anthony adds. “Maybe all the gi
rls should learn to talk like that. They’d get into much less trouble then.”

  Britt drops her fork on her plate and stares at us, the furious look on her face amusing. I wonder if she’ll do something. I prepare by holding my knife and fork steadily in both hands. A few seconds pass, and she gazes down at her plate again. The moment is gone.

  Everyone relaxes again, and I whisper to Devon, “Stop being such an ass to the girl.”

  “No. She deserves this for defying us,” he sneers.

  “Focus your attention on the other girls who still need to get cum instead,” Anthony muses. “That’s what I do anyway. Keeps me smiling.”

  “Can I …” Hyun stammers. She clutches her stomach and sets down the tray, her body swaying a little. I grab her wrist to prevent her from falling, but luckily, she catches herself on the table. I may be an asshole, but I don’t want her to hurt herself.

  “What?” Devon’s mouth is half-stuffed with potato.

  “I …” Hyun begins, but her growling stomach interrupts her. It’s so loud; I’m sure everyone in this room heard it. She flushes even more.

  “You’re hungry?” Devon’s suddenly smiling like an idiot. “You could’ve eaten … if you’d behaved and stayed like a good girl this morning.”

  “Devon, do you have to be such an ass?” I say.

  “Yes!” He slams his fork into the table so hard that it’s embedded into the wood. “Those are the rules. You don’t play according to our rules; you don’t get fed. You do it again; you don’t get a bed. That’s how it goes.”

  “According to Dad,” Anthony adds.

  I shush him, hoping no one heard.

  “Hyun,” I say, making her look at me and not Devon because I know she’s terrified of him. “After you’re done serving, you can eat.”

  She nods in silence, biting her lip, and then scurries off to grab another plate.

  I wish I could give her something sooner, but my brothers would probably kill me on the spot for daring to defy our father’s rules.

  “Asya, come in,” Anthony says as he sees the Indian girl appear in the doorway.

  She slowly struts in, her see-through dress not covered by a plate, as she’s carrying a pitcher filled with wine. Her curves are magnificent to behold. I wish Naomi would’ve defied our rules so I’d have an excuse to see her naked sooner.

  Oh well, that moment will come quick, no doubt.

  As she passes with the pitcher, filling glasses on her way, Anthony smacks her on the ass, making her tip on her toes. When I glare at him, he shrugs and says, “What? She has a nice ass.”

  “Let’s just continue with our plan, shall we?” I reply.

  He nods and picks up his wine glass. “A toast … to all the ladies in the room. May you win the right to become our brides.”

  Most of the girls toast, but none do it with a smile.

  We all drink in silence and watch Asya and Hyun scurry away to get more food and drinks. Normally, we’d have waiters to do this job, but tonight, it’s their duty.

  “I do hope you’re enjoying the soup,” Devon muses, his tongue dipping out to lick off a single drop of wine left on his lips.

  Naomi lifts her head right as she was about to take a sip off her spoon. “Yes. It has a lot of great flavors.”

  “Hmm … of course, it does,” Devon muses.

  Shit.

  I can already tell where this is going.

  I lean over to put my hand in front of his mouth, but I’m too late.

  “It has our cum in it!” he shouts with a laugh at the end.

  All the girls sit up, wide-eyed, and drop their cutlery.

  I shake my head. I wished he hadn’t told them yet. I wanted to keep it a secret until after dinner, but of course, he’s too excited to keep his mouth shut. He enjoys seeing the terror in their eyes a little too much, and by telling them now rather than later, it only makes their response more extreme. More … dangerous.

  Which is probably not something he thought of.

  Britt coughs and gags, her spoon still filled with a bit of soup, even though half of it splashed onto the table when she dropped it. Lauren shoves her plate off the table.

  “Fuck you!” she yells. “I’m not eating that dredge.”

  “You eat what we serve you … end of story,” Anthony says.

  “There are plenty of other things you can eat,” Devon says with a wicked grin on his face. “But you won’t escape our taste.”

  Jordan scoots her chair away from the table and looks away, her body almost ready to spring up and run.

  Meanwhile, Naomi continues to eat her soup.

  “Doesn’t it bother you?” Britt asks Naomi.

  She just shrugs, which makes me smile like a motherfucker.

  Stacey suspiciously stares at her, as if she could change her mind at any moment, even though I know she won’t. Naomi’s opinion on something isn’t swayed that easily. I know firsthand.

  “Except …” Devon suddenly continues. “Our food doesn’t have anything in it, of course. And the girls who already got their fill today have normal food. That’s our way of being kind.”

  “Gee … thanks,” Stacey sneers, making a face at him. I can swear I hear her then mumble asshole.

  “So you’re saying we have to eat this, but she doesn’t?” Lauren says, pointing at Stacey.

  “Excuse me, do you have a problem?” Stacey lifts her brows.

  “Yeah, I do.” Lauren picks up a bowl of tomato soup and throws it all over the table, making the other girls jump up from their seat. “Fuck this. I’m not fucking eating this.”

  “Why can’t we have hers?” Britt asks while gazing woefully at Naomi’s plate, who’s still trying to eat her soup in peace.

  “Because this is how the game goes. These are the rules.” Devon picks up his fork and pricks a piece of meat with the end. “Now eat or starve.”

  Lauren folds her arms and sits back. “No.”

  “No?” Anthony cocks his head at her. “Excuse me; do you want to end up like those two?” He points at Asya and Hyun, who are just coming back in again.

  “Of course, not …” Lauren sighs.

  “Then fucking eat,” Devon says. “I’m not saying it again.”

  “What if she doesn’t?” Britt asks sweetly, but she’s probably inquiring for herself. Naomi’s still watching us all like a hawk without chiming in.

  “Then she’ll be thrown in the cellar … where bad shit happens. And she doesn’t want that, trust me,” Devon growls, munching on his meat.

  It’s silent for a second, while none of the girls makes a move.

  Suddenly, Lauren lunges forward. She grabs the carving knife for the meat and throws it at Devon with a loud scream.

  I turn my head just in time to see Devon block the knife with his plate, effectively changing its course so it tumbles back onto the table. The meat that was on his plate flops down onto the table, leaving one big mess.

  The look on his face changes too … into something I hoped I wouldn’t ever have to see again.

  He shows his teeth as he visibly grates them and then stands up, both hands on the table. “You…” The way he looks at Lauren makes me believe it’s going to be even worse than I thought.

  “Don’t,” Anthony says, grabbing his arm, but Devon shoves him away and stampedes toward her.

  “I told you what would happen if you didn’t listen to our rules,” he yells, and he snatches her by the arm and drags her away from the table.

  “No!” Britt screams.

  “Let me go!” Lauren growls, trying to fight him off, but it’s no use.

  “You deserve what’s coming for you now,” Devon says, laughing like a maniac.

  “Let. Her. Go,” Jordan says, slamming her fists on the table.

  Anthony lights a cigarette and takes a drag before saying, “It’s no use, girl … When Devon’s made up his mind, there’s no stopping him. He’s going to make her pay.”

  “What are you going to do with her?
” Asya screams as she puts the pitcher down on the table and watches as he drags Lauren away.

  The grin on Devon’s face says it all. “I’m going to hurt her … and it’s not going to be nice.”

  Oh, boy.

  This is gonna be ugly.

  10.

  Accompanying Song: “The Demon Dance” by Cliff Martinez

  Naomi

  Day 5

  At times, I can hear Lauren scream for help.

  My skin itches with anxiety, and I hate to feel this way. I feel on edge. Like I’m supposed to do something to help her, but none of us can because we all know they’d throw us in the dungeon in the basement with her. Instead, we’re stuck waiting in this room until they call us out to play more games … Until they finally decide to release Lauren. I just wish I could somehow rig the game and win it quickly. That way, I wouldn’t have to wait all this time to finally know what happened to Lauren.

  None of the girls know. No one’s been told.

  But all of us hear her cry every now and then …

  She sounded so different from when she first came in. So harsh, so full of life. A rebel. Now, I imagine her crumpled up in a corner, weeping and wishing it would all be over.

  I can’t blame her. Devon seems like the worst of them all. I wouldn’t want him to touch me with a ten-foot pole. I’ve already decided he’s not the man I’m going for. If it has to be one of these three, it’ll be Max. For sure.

  Still, I can’t help but wonder why he didn’t stop his brother. His decision to pull her away from the group and drag her away seemed rash. Irrational, maybe. Although I would have to agree that getting a knife to the head is kind of an insult … but he had it coming.

  I never expected it to be Lauren to pull that trigger, though. Jordan? Maybe, considering what she’s experienced so far. But I always thought Lauren would be into the kinky shit. Guess you can never judge a book by its cover.

  I sigh and flip another page in the book I’m reading, yawning between because of the lack of sleep I’ve had since Devon stuck Lauren somewhere painful. I wonder what he’s doing to her. And I wonder if they’ll ever tell us.