"Stay calm, Lily. If you scream, the video goes straight to the media. Your family is finished. David's plan is perfect." Her voice was ice-cold as she delivered the blackmail.
Behind me, Damien began spreading my ass cheeks apart, forcing his fingers inside to stretch me. The pain was so intense that tears immediately sprang to my eyes. He started pushing his thick, hard cock against my virgin entrance.
"No! Please!" I whimpered, but fear made me smile involuntarily—a nervous, terrified grimace, my body's strange reaction to trauma.
The pain was unbearable, like being torn apart from the inside. My ass was so tight, completely unused, unprepared for this violation.
Sophia's threats continued, relentless. "Remember, Lily. No Black Book means your life is ruined. David knows everything—all your father's secrets."
Then Damien reached for a bottle, pouring thick, slippery oil over my ass. The scent was oddly fragrant, but it did nothing to ease the agony of what was coming.
With one brutal thrust, he forced his cock deep into my ass.
"AHHH!" My scream ripped through the room, but Sophia clamped her hand over my mouth, muffling the sound.
I felt myself tearing, blood beginning to flow. The pain was so extreme my body went rigid, my eyes bulging as if death itself had arrived. Damien cursed and grunted above me.
"Fuck, what a tight ass! Take it, you little whore, take every inch!"
Sophia was recording everything—every angle, every moment of my humiliation. "Perfect, Damien. David will love this video."
Their laughter echoed in my ears like demons celebrating their victory.
He began thrusting in earnest now—rhythmic, cruel, unrelenting. My whimpers turned to involuntary moans. "Uh... ah..." The pain was still overwhelming, but after several agonizing minutes, something began to shift. My body was adapting, betraying me.
Then he climaxed inside me—hot semen flooding my bowels, thick and sticky. When he finally pulled out, his cock was coated with a mixture of blood and cum. My body convulsed, and I collapsed onto the bed, moaning helplessly.
"Please... stop..." But the pain radiated everywhere, like fire consuming me from within.
Damien gestured to Sophia. "Get me hard again."
Sophia set down her phone and approached him. She took his softening cock in her hand—still thick despite being spent. She lowered her mouth onto it, sucking slowly, tongue swirling expertly around the shaft.
Damien groaned. "Yes, Sophia... that's good..."
Within minutes, his cock was rock-hard again—veins bulging, tip glistening, ready for more.
He pushed Sophia aside. "Now it's her turn again." He looked at me. "This time, I'll make you feel pleasure too. Get up, quickly."
They forced me back onto my knees roughly. This time, Damien thrust into my pussy instead—sliding in easily because I was already wet. But this time, alongside the pain, there was pleasure—a dark, confusing mixture that made me hate myself.
His cock filled my pussy completely, reaching deep inside. "Ah... yes..." I moaned despite myself.
Sophia started to look tired, exhaustion creeping across her face. "I'm going outside. Call me when you're finished," she said, leaving us alone.
Now it was just Damien and me in that room. I was lost in the sensation—my ass still burning with pain from his earlier assault, but my pussy responding with shameful pleasure to each thrust.
Despite everything, the arousal built higher. I began crying out loudly, "Harder, Damien! Faster!"
He increased his speed—pounding like a machine. My pussy was dripping wet, the obscene sounds of our coupling filling the room. My body rocked back and forth, breasts bouncing. Damien's hands gripped my waist, nails digging into my skin.
"Take it, slut! You love this, don't you?" he growled.
Yes, I did—and that terrified me. The first orgasm crashed over me like a tidal wave, from my toes to the crown of my head. But he didn't stop.
Suddenly, the door flew open.
We froze. I turned to see Alex standing there, his face flushed crimson with rage.
"What the hell is going on here?" he roared.
Damien immediately pulled away in fear, his cock slipping out, beginning to soften. He backed away quickly. "Alex... this is... it was treatment..."
But my arousal was at its absolute peak. I couldn't stop myself—I didn't want to stop.
I ran toward Alex frantically, still completely naked, like someone possessed. I grabbed at his pants, yanking down his zipper roughly. His cock sprang free—large, well-shaped, already semi-erect from what he'd just witnessed.
I took him into my mouth immediately, bobbing my head vigorously, tongue working desperately around his shaft.
Alex was trying to stop me, anger still in his voice. "Lily! What are you doing? Stop this!" His hands gripped my hair, trying to pull me away.
But it was too late. Within seconds, he climaxed hard, hot cum flooding my mouth—salty and warm. I swallowed it all eagerly, like someone dying of thirst.
He collapsed onto the bed where Damien had been sitting moments before, panting heavily. Damien fled the room in terror.
Now it was just me and my brother.
I began removing his clothes—shirt, pants, everything. I started stroking his cock gently, my hand moving up and down with soft but firm pressure. He groaned.
"Lily... this is wrong..." But even as he protested, his cock was hardening again in my hand.
The room was growing hotter, the air thick with tension and forbidden desire.
Alex's eyes, which had been blazing with anger moments ago, now showed something different—arousal mixing with confusion and guilt. His face was flushed, sweat beading on his forehead, and his cock—that long, perfectly shaped member—was fully erect again under my touch. Veins stood out prominently along the shaft, the head glistening, like a weapon prepared for battle.
I continued stroking slowly, deliberately—fingers gliding up and down, applying just the right amount of pressure. Alex moaned again.
"Lily... this is so wrong... but... oh God..." His voice trembled, his resistance crumbling with each passing second.
The air in the room had become oppressively heavy—thick with the scent of sex, sweat, and our ragged breathing. The expensive paintings on the walls seemed to watch silently, as if they'd witnessed these family secrets before.
Did David know we'd reach this point? Was this the next stage of his conspiracy—to trap me with my own brother?
Alex was giving in to the pleasure now. He began complimenting me, his voice deep and hungry. "Lily, you're so beautiful... so incredibly sexy... I never imagined..."
His words carried affection, but underneath was pure, raw lust.
I smiled—partly from shame, partly from excitement. I climbed on top of him slowly, placing my hands on his muscular chest. He lay beneath me on the bed, his powerful body mine to control.
I positioned my pussy over his cock—wet, hot, ready. Slowly, I lowered myself down, and his thick shaft penetrated me deeply.
"Ahh!" We both cried out simultaneously.
He was so thick that my pussy stretched painfully around him, but the pain brought pleasure—a complete, overwhelming fullness. I began moving my hips, grinding and bouncing. Alex thrust upward from beneath, his hands gripping my waist, powerful but controlled.
"Yes, Lily... just like that... your pussy is so tight..." His eyes closed, his face a mask of ecstasy.
We began kissing deeply—tongues intertwining, exploring. His lips were soft but hungry, moving to bite and suck at my neck. I ran my fingers through his hair while my breasts pressed against his chest, rubbing with each movement.
The room was spinning—just us, this moment, this forbidden connection.
But in the corner of my mind, David's threat still lurked—the Black Book, the video. Was this being recorded too? Was Sophia watching from somewhere?
My body was moving frantically now—waves of pleasure building with each thrust. Alex's hands found my breasts, pinching and sucking my nipples.
"You love this, don't you, Lily? Our family... everything we are..." he whispered, but I knew this wasn't love—this was a web of lust and manipulation.
I increased my pace—hips grinding, bouncing harder and faster. My moans grew louder. "Alex... oh God... deeper..."
Our skin was slick with sweat, sticking together. Then the door opened again.
I startled, but Alex held me tight. Damien had returned—his face showing fear, but his eyes gleaming with dark intent.
"Alex... I'm sorry... but..." he stammered.
"You're still here? Get out!" Alex snarled.
But Damien didn't leave. He approached from behind, silently. I felt his cock rubbing against my already abused ass.
"Lily, wait..." Alex began, but I didn't want to stop.
Damien poured more oil quickly and thrust his cock back into my ass. The pain returned—sharp, tearing.
"No!" I screamed, but Alex covered my mouth with his hand.
Now there were three of us—Alex beneath me, me in the middle, Damien above. They were both fucking me now—synchronized, like they'd done this before. Alex thrusting into my pussy from below, Damien pounding my ass from behind.
My body was trapped between them—filled from both sides, pain and pleasure mixing into something indescribable.
"Ah... uh... please..." My moans echoed through the room.
Damien was cursing again. "Fuck, both holes are filled! Take it!"
Alex had gone quiet, but his thrusts intensified. "Lily... you're ours..."
I was going insane with pleasure—my mind numb, only sensations remaining. Alex's cock was hitting my deepest spots, Damien's thickness was tearing through my ass. My hips were cramping, my breasts bouncing wildly.
All three of us were drenched in sweat, the bed soaked beneath us. Damien's hands on my waist, Alex's on my back. They moved in sync—one in, one out.
"Yes... like that... destroy me!" I screamed, pain forgotten.
Wave after wave of orgasms. I came for the first time, my body shaking violently. But they didn't stop.
"We're just getting started," Damien laughed darkly.
Alex groaned. "Lily... you're so hot..."
This moment felt infinite—time had stopped. The room contained only our breathing, our moans, the wet slapping sounds of flesh against flesh.
Outside, London's night was silent, but inside, a storm raged.
Was this David's plan all along—to trap me with everyone, forcing me to steal the Black Book? Where had Sophia gone? Was she recording this too?
But there was no time to think—only pleasure existed now.
Damien increased his pace—brutal thrusts into my ass. Alex matched him—filling my pussy completely. I came again—a second time, tears streaming down my face from the intensity.
"More... yes... Alex... Damien..." My voice was breaking.
They were both groaning—sweat dripping from their bodies. Then Damien came—heat flooding my ass. Alex followed—filling my pussy with his seed.
All three of us collapsed together—panting, tangled, exhausted.
But it wasn't over.
They repositioned me on my knees again—roughly, though I no longer resisted. Alex in front, Damien behind. I was on all fours, hands braced on the bed.
Alex pushed his cock into my mouth—hard again already. "Suck it, Lily..."
I took him deep, tongue swirling expertly. Damien entered my pussy from behind—easily now, my body completely opened to them.
They began thrusting—my mouth and pussy filled simultaneously.
I was losing myself completely—reaching the absolute peak of pleasure. Alex's hands tangled in my hair, Damien's gripped my waist.
"Yes... take it... whore..." Damien growled.
"You're perfect..." Alex groaned.
My muffled cries were silenced—my mouth was full. My body rocked back and forth, breasts swaying heavily.
I came again—a third time, the most intense yet.
They were both close now—racing toward their climax. Damien came in my pussy, Alex exploded in my mouth. I swallowed everything eagerly.
Exhaustion finally claimed us. All three of us collapsed onto the bed—spent, destroyed, satisfied.