“There child, you know your place so well. Your tears are beautiful, your suffering is beautiful.” He whispered.
The older man gave one final thrust and with a burst of guttural language shot his thin cum inside Brandy’s aching ass. He slapped her ass cheeks as he pulled away, but it was without enthusiasm. The younger man bent over Brandy and kissed her cheek.
“Good child. You will learn your place. You will welcome it one day soon.” He whispered.
Brandy flinched. ‘Please God no.’ she begged silently. The men dressed without speaking to Brandy or amongst themselves. She lay in a heap on the bed, eyes staring at the wall, her mind blank for a long time. She fell asleep at some point, and when Brandy woke up she hadn’t moved from where the men had left her, belly down on the bed. She rolled onto her side. Her body ached from the sexual abuse as well as from the violence. Her ass and cunt were raw and swollen from the constant rough use and the back of her throat felt funny. Her arms were getting thinner, and her ribs were starting to show slightly. The sharp points of her pelvic bone stood out in detail. Brandy knew she needed food and rest, but even if she escaped she had no money, no one to turn to. She didn’t know if her daddy was alive or dead and if he was alive, how could she live with him knowing what he had let happen to her? He had sold her. He brought Andre and Trey into their home and let them use his own teenage daughter for money. Daddies were supposed to protect their daughters from men like that. Brandy thought. She closed her eyes again, and without really trying went to sleep.
Part 4
“Fuck me Daddy! Oh fuck me harder!” Traci urged as she twisted in Eli’s grip.
She was on all fours on his bed, her lithe, toned body stretched out in front of him. Eli pumped his hips harder as he tried to hold the writhing girl in place. His cock slid almost entirely out of her slippery cunt. Eli dug his fingers into Traci’s’ wide hips and pulled her back. His thick manhood sank home and he felt Traci quiver in pleasure. She was holding onto the sheets and moaning loud enough that Eli was afraid the neighbors in the adjoining apartments would start complaining. He drove his cock into her hot, willing cunt hard. Eli felt his foreskin peel back, leaving nothing between his sensitive cock head and the inner walls of Traci’s smooth pussy. He groaned and knew he would cum soon. Eli grabbed a handful of red curls and tugged Traci’s head back. He noticed Traci’s normally milk-white skin was flushed red and she was sweating hard. Her back and shoulders were soaked, and her red hair was damp at the scalp. The friction inside Traci’s cunt was too much, and with one last deep thrust, Eli emptied his balls in hard spurts. Traci cooed and twisted her neck to look back at the man who had claimed her with wanton, lustful eyes and a wicked smile.
Later that night Eli woke from a dreamless sleep. Traci was curled tightly to him, her head resting on his chest, one arm draped possessively over his body. He gently pried himself away from the girl. He walked to the bedroom window and stood there nude. Eli was reasonably sure no one could see him, the room was dark and his apartment was on the second level. Fucking Tracy had been fulfilling on a certain level, the physical level, the animal level. She left something to be desired as well. There was no emotional connection, neither of them loved the other. Eli was Traci’s Alpha-Male prize, a combination of trophy boyfriend, potential breeding partner, and there was no getting around that Eli was an ex-Marine. He had killed people, he was dangerous, and he was a good protector. He satisfied the primal nature inside women.
Eli watched the late night traffic pass outside the window. The moon was a quarter full and bright. A strong wind rustled the leaves on the sycamore trees planted across the street. Erik took in the beauty of the night time while his mind brooded on other things. He couldn’t see himself growing to love Traci, she was fiery; lustful and fun, but somehow hollow. Even now his seed could have found her womb and the beginnings of a life could be growing inside her. Would that be enough to hold them together? Eli didn’t think so, but in truth he didn’t know.
Part 5
Andre had followed Eli and Traci from the restaurant back to Eli’s apartment. He sat behind the wheel of his Escalade looking at the door to the second level apartment the couple had went into twenty minutes earlier. That dumb-shit white boy was no doubt fucking that sweet piece of meat by now, Andre thought. His huge hands gripped the wheel. Muscles stood out along his forearms as he imagined it was Traci’s slim, pale neck he was gripping. Supposedly Eli was some bad mother-fucker, but Andre wasn’t impressed. He ate bad mother-fuckers for breakfast and shit them out before dinner. He had watched Eli and his buddies practice that fancy bullshit fighting like they thought they were going to be the next Chuck Liddell or something. Eli was the biggest of the three and Andre knew he outweighed him by thirty pounds. A couple of good punches and dumb-shit would be out cold on the asphalt. His phone sounded off. Trey had sent him a text. It was an address thirty minutes away. Andre fired up the Escalade and was there in twenty-five.
The address led to a nice two story house in a nice part of town. The house was painted bright white and the picket fence matched. As Andre turned off the engine he saw Trey standing on the porch in nothing but boxer shorts, socks and a green bandana. The type of shit that got you shot in the wrong neighborhood. Trey was sipping a drink from a plastic cup.
“Damn, cuz. This place is tore the fuck up.” Trey said with a laugh as he led Andre through the front door.
He was right, there had obviously been a party earlier that night. Plastic cups were strewn everywhere, as were pizza boxes, odd bits of clothing and the smell of weed still hung heavy in the air. Trey led Andre up a flight of stairs and down the hall. They entered a bedroom that was obviously decorated by a girl in her late teens or early twenties. It was a small room, and the lights were off. Trey turned them on. On the little bed was a girl, probably about twenty. She didn’t stir when light flooded the room. She was in something deeper than sleep, Andre recognized the effects of Vlad’s white powder. Just a bit in a girl’s drink and she was out for a few hours.
“Vlad will like this little bitch.” Trey said. He walked to the bed and uncovered the unconscious girl. She was curvy, with a nice classical figure. Her tits were large and heavy, her waist narrow with nice rounded hips. She had an innocent face and long straight brown hair. Andre looked between her legs, she didn’t shave her cunt. It didn’t look like she even trimmed. Then he noticed a smear of blood on her thighs.
“Little white bitch was a virgin.” He said with envy.
Trey smiled and nodded.
***
It was an hour before Andre and Trey had fully searched the house and loaded up anything worth taking. There was some jewelry and electronics, a couple grand in cash taped beneath a dresser drawer and a nice Glock 40 cal. It was another half hour before they got back to Andre’s place. The girl, Trey said her name was Sharon, was still out when they put her on the bed. It was time to wake her up. Andre shook her shoulder.
“Get up bitch.” He growled.
Sharon didn’t stir. Andre shook her harder, she tried to twist away weakly.
“Lemme ‘lone.” She mumbled.
Andre took her nipple between two huge fingers and pinched hard.
“Owwwww!” The girl shrieked and sat up with a start. She looked at them with hazy eyes and Andre knew her vision was a bit blurry. She raised one arm to cover her heavy tits and tried to focus her eyes.
“Where am I?” she asked, fear creeping into her voice.
“It don’t matter.” Andre rumbled. “You do what we say, when we say, or we hurt you.”
“I, I don’t,,, understand.” Sharon said, her eyes starting to focus now. She looked around at them and realized she was in a strange room, naked with a strange man looming over her. Then she noticed Andre was already undressing, his massive 11 inch cock out and hanging to his knees. Sharon let out a startled whimper at the sight.
“Please, no.” she began. Trey slapped her.
Sharon began to cry as Andre forced her to lay on her back. She pressed her thighs together tightly but Andre’s massive strength forced her legs open easily. He coated his dark cock in lube and held the crying, pleading girl down as he forced the bulbous head into her tender, innocent hole. She was almost virginal and Andre felt it in the way her pussy was reluctant to accept his length. Sharon’s tits mashed into his chest as he raped her, she barely struggled but cried and moaned more than he was used to. He pushed more of his throbbing Alpha-Male cock into the girl’s tight cunt. Andre felt her stretching and knew the pain was intense. He grinned as he began to thrust cruelly, with no regard for the poor, helpless girl under him. He could only get half his length inside Sharon, but he still pounded away at her brutally as he felt his orgasm building. He was sweating and breathing hard when the first spurt fired into the girl’s unwilling cunt. Andre grunted like a beast and spurted again. Sharon cried out in fear and pain, tears stained her cheeks. With a final thrust Andre finished with her, and collapsed on top of her trembling body. After a moment he rolled off of her, and stared at the ceiling. He barely paid attention as Trey rolled the girl over and lubed her asshole. She was crying still, but Trey was forcing her face into the mattress and her screams were muffled.
***
It was past midnight when the door was unlocked. Sveta’s bed was empty, Brandy still had no inkling of the Russian girl’s fate. Three days had passed since Andre and Trey had beaten her, and when she was brought back to the room another girl had been here, and pretty redhead with thick dark hair who was twenty-two. She missed Sveta, and tried not to think about what may be happening to her, but at least Kelly spoke English and they could have conversations.
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