‘Hope we can get 2gether soon’ with three heart emoji for good measure.
Eli grinned. “What the Hell?” he thought to himself.
‘How about tomorrow night?’ he replied.
The response was a selfie of Traci blowing a kiss and two words: Hell yes!
Part 3
Brandy was huddled in a corner of the living room. Her knees were drawn to her chest and her head was down. She was trembling and whimpering like a frightened animal. She didn’t know where Sveta was, at some point during the most recent round of abuse someone had taken the Russian girl away. Her mind kept replaying the last few hours, oh God, her body hurt so badly. It was more than just being raped this time, Andre and Trey had beat her with their fists. She had been slapped, pulled by her hair, choked, hit with belts, but never actually beaten. Brandy had been afraid they were going to beat her to death, her belly was still sore and her upper arms were beginning to bruise. So were her thighs and calves. Her lower lip was split and her nose had bled some. She didn’t notice someone standing over her until the rough voice spoke in Russian, or at least she supposed it was Russian. It sounded slightly different than the language Vlad spoke.
“Get up, girl.” A second man said. He was obviously foreign, but spoke English well.
Brandy stood slowly, on trembling legs. The English speaker held out an arm to steady her. She looked at them puzzled. The first man said something in whatever language he was speaking and the second man replied in the same. They both laughed slightly. The foreign speaking man’s laughter sent chills up Brandy’s spine, it was the sound a poisonous snake would make if it laughed.
She took a moment to really look at the men. The foreign speaking man was medium height, probably in his mid-forties and thin. Not just thin but gaunt. His face was almost skeletal and his cheeks were sunken slightly. His black hair was thinning, receding and oily looking. He wore it swept back like Vlad’s. His eyes were the worst. Sunken but enlarged, they were watery and brown. When he smiled his teeth were black. He was dressed in a light grey suit with black tie.
The man who spoke English was younger by a decade and much better looking. His hair was cut short like a soldier, and his face was full. He looked healthy and strong. His blue suit seemed a bit tight, and underneath Brandy could sense that it was muscle not fat that filled out his clothes.
“Get dressed.” He instructed her.
For a moment Brandy couldn’t recall where her clothes were. So much had happened since she had been brought from the run down house where her and Sveta had been kept to this house. She assumed it was Vlad’s but wasn’t sure. The English speaking man thrust her clothes at her. They had been neatly folded by someone. She dressed, still shaking. First her skimpy black panties, then the tight shorts they had given her, and a thin tank top with a broken heart and a banner across it with HEARTBREAKER written in cursive. She was barefoot but didn’t care. She supposed they kept her barefoot so she couldn’t run easily.
After she dressed, the English speaking man grasped her upper arm. His grip was firm but gentler than she was used to.
“Come with us.” He said, and tugged her, once again gently, toward the door. Brandy obeyed meekly. Since her ordeal began, Brandy’s philosophy of meekness and obedience had kept her from the worst of the abuse she had saw other girls suffer. Until today, when Vlad had brought her here. From the outside the place looked like a mansion to Brandy, who had lived in the same single wide trailer her entire life. But inside it was like something from a nightmare. Brady shuddered as the men guided her down the walk to the waiting SUV. The English speaking man sat with her in the backseat while the gaunt man drove. Brandy pushed herself back into the seat and awaited her fate.
***
A few hours had passed. The men had taken Brandy back to the house she had been held at with Sveta. They had taken her to the bathroom and instructed her so clean every inch of herself, to shower, shampoo, shave her entire body and douche. She had obeyed. What choice did she have? After she had finished, they had taken her to the basement and locked the door. The basement was drab and dark. Just like the room above, the only light was from a bare bulb in the ceiling fixture. There was a large bed and a bedside table. She had went through the drawers but only found things that made her tremble: lube, handcuffs, a blindfold, a few vibrators and dildos of different sizes and porno. A few magazines, Hustler, Barely Legal, Penthouse and a stack of pictures that were obviously not professionally made. The girls weren’t actresses, Brandy knew deep down they were girls like her. Taken and used by these strong men.
Finally the door was unlocked and the two men returned. Brandy stood before the bed, still trembling. Without speaking the men began undressing, folding their suits, shirts and ties carefully as they did. The gaunt man approached her first. His body was as skeletal as his face and his grin was like a leering corpse from a zombie movie. He put a hand on Brandy’s shoulder. It was damp and clammy. He pushed her to her knees.
She was at home in this position, and subconsciously Brandy felt this was where she belonged. The thin man’s cock wasn’t large, he was smaller than her dad. He smelled badly though, like he was sick. It reminded her of an elderly person, but oily. He said something that she didn’t understand. Brandy reached up and grabbed the man’s small cock. He wasn’t hard yet and Brandy jerked him, trying to get the humiliation over with as fast as possible. He stiffened slightly in her hand and grinned at her with black teeth. She jerked his cock faster and harder. It was spongy feeling. She took it into her mouth, sucking it as easily as her own thumb. She cupped the man’s dangling balls, twisting them in rhythm to her bobbing head. The second man took her left wrist and guided her hand to his cock. She began jerking him while she sucked his compatriot. The cock in her hand was much bigger than the one in her mouth and was already stiff. She swapped for a moment, long enough to get the bigger cock lubed with her spit, then swapped back.
The younger man groaned in pleasure as she jerked him. The two spoke in that not-quite-Russian language and laughed. The older man still wasn’t fully hard and seemed to be getting frustrated. It wasn’t her fault if he couldn’t get hard with an eighteen year old girl sucking his old cock, Brandy thought. A few seconds later the younger man broke away and moved behind her. His strong hands hooked under her armpits and lifted her up. Instinctively Brandy kept her legs up, letting the man pick her up like a child and put her where they wanted her.
Where they wanted her was the bed apparently. He put Brandy on her hands on knees on the large bed, and moving never entered her mind. The younger man climbed onto the bed and guided Brandy’s mouth to his cock. He was decently hung, but not so large that Brandy had trouble taking him all. She sucked him eagerly, with her eyes closed, the way she might have sucked him if he was her lover. She surprised herself when a small moan came from her lips. Both men laughed at that. She heard the older man rummaging through the drawers of the bedside table, then felt his weight behind her. He touched Brandy’s pussy and felt she was dry. In a few seconds she felt his finger return, probing into her cunt, but well lubed this time. He coated her raw, abused pussy with the lube but it hurt so much. Brandy felt her belly tremble at the internal pain. It was her most sensitive area and for over two weeks men had used and abused her there most of all.
Brandy tried to focus on sucking the younger man’s cock. He seemed to be enjoying himself, he was breathing hard and she could taste his sticky precum already. Now the fingers in her pussy withdrew and left her empty, but only for a moment. Soon a slim vibrator was worked inside her, and she readjusted her hips, bracing herself and spreading her thighs wider. The vibe wasn’t huge, but it was long and very powerful. Brandy whined from the pain inside her and the man shoved the toy deeper into her tiny, abused cunt. She could only imagine how slutty she looked, on all fours, a cock in her mouth, her narrow hips spread wide to lessen the pain of the probing vibrator. She whimpered and whined louder.
Another sensation sent a tingle up Brandy’s spine. Two well lubed fingers were pressing against her asshole. The pressure was light at first, but insistent. She felt the fingers slowly enter her tightest of fuckholes. First just a fraction of an inch, then more. Tears ran down her cheeks as the poor girl silently sobbed. This was going to be her life now. She was going to be nothing more than a living, breathing sex doll for these men. Her feelings, her pain, her dignity was nothing to them. Her body was just there to use. The fingers withdrew and the thin applicator entered her, filling her ass with the lube. Brandy felt the gaunt man’s thin fingers digging into the meat of her hips. It was like being held by skeleton hands. He mounted her, his cock finally fully hard now as he thrust into her in one brutal motion. She couldn’t help it, Brandy lurched her body forward and screamed around the leaking cock in her mouth. The younger man’s firm hand found the back of her head and he began to thrust his hips. Brandy’s tears flowed freely as the men used her mouth and ass as they saw fit.
It wasn’t long before they finished. The younger man’s seed flooded her mouth, he groaned and threw his head back. He ordered Brandy to swallow and helplessly, she did. The older man’s hard thrusts were painful despite the fact his cock was small, and Brandy’s hips hurt where his bony fingers held her in a death grip. He was speaking with each thrust, no doubt calling her horrible names in his native language. The younger man guided Brandy’s head to the mattress and he held her head almost lovingly as he spoke.
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