Goldilocks by VioletRayLesbian

David answers the question for you. “Swallow that,” he says, caressing your cheek. “Swallow it all down, hungry little Marianne, and you can have some stew.”

You force yourself to gulp down his jizz without gagging. David smiles at you as he pulls out of your mouth.

“Good job, sweetheart.” He takes a handful of your hair and uses it to clean off his dick. “You’re such a good girl. Now come sit on my lap and have some supper. You can thank the chef later.”

David plays with your hair and rubs your back all during dinner. It kind of makes you uncomfortable, but it also kind of reminds you of your mom, and you’re not really in any position to tell him to stop.

After dinner, he makes you get on your knees again and “thank” James. James finishes way faster, but he shoots his cum into your mouth so hard that you cough and accidentally snort some out of your nose. Both of the men find that hilarious. You quietly wipe your face and take a swig of water to get the taste out of your mouth.

“It’s getting dark,” James says. “Should we try to make it back?”

“No,” David says. “We’ll sleep here. Go check the doors and windows. I’ll take first watch.”

You kick off your shoes and crawl back into the bed they found you in. David joins you around the middle of the night, once James takes over the watch for him.

“Come here,” he says, his cold hand grabbing your arm. “Get close. It’s too cold to sleep so far away from each other.”

He presses your head to his flannel-covered chest. You’re so sleepy that you just shrug and go back to that dream you were having. You forget he’s even in the bed until the next morning, when he climbs on top of you and starts kissing you and squeezing your breasts.

Your mom always told you not to fight if this happened, but you’re not even awake yet. You thrash around and try to push him off. “What the fuck?” you yell. “Stop! Get off me!”

“James!” David calls.

James rushes in and pins you to the bed while David strips you naked. They tie your wrists together and force them over your head, looping the rope around the metal bars of the headboard. Next, they tie your ankles to the same bars, forcing you to expose every inch of you most private area to the cool draft blowing through the room. You try to get loose, but the ropes are as solid as the knots they tied.

“You don’t need to be scared,” David says, rubbing his hand up and down the back of your leg. “This won’t hurt much.”

He sticks two fingers into your virgin pussy. You scream as loud as you can. James slaps you and then clamps a hand over your mouth.

“Stupid girl,” he hisses. “You want to attract every clicker in the state? Keep quiet, and we’ll be done before you know it.”

As bad as this predicament is, clickers would be a lot worse, especially while you’re tied up. You settle for crying quietly instead of shrieking.

“Good girl, Marianne,” David says, positioning himself on top of you. “I can make it feel good for you, if you behave.”

“Ow, it hurts!” you weep as he forces his way inside you. “Ow! I want my mom…”

“Shhh.” David puts his hand around your throat. “It’ll be over soon. No crying, Marianne. No crying, shh.”

You have no choice but to lie there and take his hot, firm dick over and over again. You can’t even look away from his face, thanks to the way they trapped your head between your knees. David’s face is there every time you open your eyes, twisted in sick pleasure as he rapes you.

“Why are you doing this?” you whisper. “I would’ve said yes if you’d asked me.”

“This is so much more fun, though.” David kisses the back of your knee. “When little girls are scared, their pussies are so much tighter and wetter. Besides, you’re pretty when you’re crying.”

He rubs his thumb over your clit, and a little bit of humiliating excitement accompanies the awful, painful anguish. You close your eyes. David pounds away at you for a few more minutes and then fills you up with his hot, slippery cum.

“Go forth and multiply,” he says with a chuckle, zipping his pants up.

You have no idea what that means. You’re just glad he’s done. He collapses on the bed next to you, leaving you trussed up with your ass and pussy on display for James (and anyone else who might wander in). You worry that James is going to take his turn next, but instead, David starts teasing your clit again. James holds his rifle and stares out the windows, periodically moving to the next one in the room.

“Please untie me,” you say. “I won’t hurt you. I won’t even run away. I just need to use the toilet. Please untie me.”

“Sorry, Marianne,” he says, lightly tracing circles over your sensitive little button. “I need to leave you like this for a while. You know why I tied you up like this?”

You shake your head.

“It keeps every drop of my seed trapped inside you.” He massages your lower belly with his other hand.

“Why?”

He smirks. “Why do you think?”

“I don’t know,” you say.

“So your fertile little womb has a chance to use it,” he says. “You’ll stay here, and we’ll do this every day until it takes.”

You start to cry again, harder this time. “I don’t want to stay in this house forever!”

“Aww, don’t cry,” David says. “It’s not forever. As soon as your tight little belly is so swollen with my baby that you can’t run away, I’ll take you to my home.” He kisses you on the mouth, still rubbing your clit. “The sooner you cum for me, the sooner James and I can bring you to our group. I know your little pussy is about ready to cum, Marianne. You can either give in and obey me, or I can make you real sorry.”

“I can’t,” you cry. “I’m not ready yet. Please don’t hurt me. I’m too scared to cum.”

“Tell me what you need,” David says. “And don’t you even think about faking. I’ll know. Tell me what you want me to do to you.”

You want to die of embarrassment already. And now you’re being forced to tell your crazy rapist your deepest, darkest fantasies? You swallow hard.

“I need…” You’re not sure you can make yourself say it. “I need… I need something in my butt.”

“Oh, you do, do you?” He massages your bottom. “What do you like to put up your ass?”

“I don’t know.” Your whole body feels as hot as the sun, especially your face. “You can put your dick in it, I guess. Just please don’t hurt me!”

He picks up your backpack and starts digging through it. “What’s this?” He holds up your mom’s hairbrush.

“No, not that! Anything but that!”

He spits on his hand and rubs it into the smooth plastic handle. “Relax,” he says. “It’ll hurt if you don’t.”

You try to relax, but it still hurts when he sticks the handle in. You whimper and tighten your muscles, trying to push it out.

“Shh.” David goes back to rubbing your clit, gently thrusting the hairbrush in and out of your asshole. “I know you like it. You like getting your ass fucked. You already told me. So tell me again.”

The pain doesn’t feel so bad now. You moan and squirm a little. “No, please…”

“Admit it, Marianne.”

“I like being fucked in the ass,” you say, heating the whole room with just your face. “I like being fucked in all my holes.”

“You think Mom and Dad are enjoying the show?” He keeps up the assault on your nerves, making your resistance futile.

“No, no, no!” You try to wiggle away, horrified at the thought of your mom watching you cum with her hairbrush up your ass.

In the end, it doesn’t matter what you want. David eventually forces you to have a gasping, jerking, crying orgasm, and your spasming womb sucks all of his warm cum inside it. As you lie there, panting and seeing stars, David pats you lightly on one ass cheek.

“Good girl, Marianne,” he says, standing up. “Say, ‘Thank you, David.'”

“Thank you David,” you say through your tears.

“For what?”

“Thank you for fucking all my holes and making me cum.”

“And?”

You bite your lip. “Thank you for putting your baby in my stomach.”

“Good girl.”

With that, he smirks again and leaves you tied up, your mom’s hairbrush still sticking out of your ass, while he fixes breakfast.