Page 5 of Dirty Little Convict
“Then we all get to take whatever the fuck we want from you.” She gasps and snaps her head to the side at the sound of his voice, his red mask seems so ominous in the darkness.
“Do you agree?” I hedge as I release her wrist and force my hand behind her and Hux’s bodies. I know that fucker isn’t budging an inch because he wants me to feel how hard he is. I groan the instant my knuckles brush against his rock-hard cock, making him chuckle. Lennon trembles as I skirt my fingers along her thigh, then work my way back up to her pussy. She tries to push Hux away to get free, but he stands firm.
When I slide a finger through her folds, I groan. “You dirty little slut, you’re drenched.”
A sob tears out of her and she shakes her head as I start circling her clit. “Please…”
“Please what?” I push.
“Don’t do this,” she pleads.
“Revenge is a dish best served hot, little convict, and you stole years from us. I haven’t felt the warmth of a tight cunt in nearly three years.” He growls, her whole body turning to stone as she stares over at him.
“Kincaid…” she breathes out a moment before I push a finger inside her tight little pussy, pulling a scream from her and distracting her from that train of thought.
“Lift her, I want to taste that cunt.” I withdraw my finger, bend down and grab her under her thighs, then lift her up so she is exposed and bare to my dad and Huxley. My boy drops to his knees and lifts his mask enough to expose his mouth. The sight of my boyfriend on his knees and eating my ex’s cunt out is a sight I have dreamed of. Lennon cries out and arches her back as Hux laps at her pussy like a starving dog.
Dad stands there watching, he’s stiff and I know how much strength he is using right now to remain where he is. We loved her. We wanted to protect her but she stabbed us in the back and stole my dad from me.
My dick is rock fucking hard and twitching in my jeans, begging for me to sink inside her tight little hole. Memories of her taking my virginity surface and I fight those fuckers not wanting to remember how good it once was between us. She begins to tremble in my hold, telling me without words that she is close and about to come all over Hux’s face but, before she can tip over the edge, Dad speaks.
“Enough!” Hux does as he’s told and pulls back. Len deflates against me but her body is coiled with need and she is pissed Dad just robbed her of her orgasm. “Strap her ass down. It’s time she started paying us back for her sins.”
She tenses in my arms as I push forward, move around Hux and past Dad to the dining room. She begins to thrash in my hold, forcing me to put her down, but I keep an arm around herwaist so she doesn’t run off when she sees the wooden table that is equipped with restraints.
“No! Please don’t?—”
I cut her off before she can finish. “This is happening, whether you like it or not. You had a chance to be free but that dirty little cunt of yours told us how much you wanted it, so you have no one to blame but yourself.”
She makes a strangled sound in the back of her throat when I lift her feet off the ground and carry her over to the table. When I lay her down on the table I expect her to fight and scream but she does none of that. She just lays there glaring up at me with murder in her eyes, her upper lip peeled back in a snarl.
“Go. Fuck. Yourself.” She announces each word. They are layered in disdain and malice, which brings a smile to my face.
“The only one who is getting fucked… is you,” Dad snarls as he comes to stand at the foot of table and begins to shackle her ankles. Hux and I secure her wrists. She tries to fight but it’s fucking pointless. She is no match for us. She will be at our mercy whether she likes it or not.
“Goddamn you!” she screams as she thrashes in her restraints. The three of us stand shoulder to shoulder and stare at her. She looks like a chained animal.
“God won’t save you. He knows you're a sinner andso do we…” I growl. Hux laughs but there’s a dark edge to it, he’s been craving this moment for as long as we have. She’s laid before us like a fucking feast ready to be devoured. Her pussy is showcased like a masterpiece painting that should be hung in a gallery. My mouth waters with the need to taste her cunt and feel her cum trickling down my chin as she screams.
FIVE
LENNON
They stand there, unmoving.
Fear like I have never felt before thrums through me like a live wire, my emotions are all over the place, and I can’t stop my pussy from throbbing with need. I want to cry, but I won’t give these sons of a bitches the satisfaction of seeing how much they affect me or how truly terrified I am. I had every intention of plunging that knife into that purple-masked freak, but he was stronger.
I hate that I am weak and left at the mercy of these unhinged fucks. When they begin to move toward me, I start to panic and try to think of something to say to stop them from raping me.
The orange-masked guy snorts. “It’s not rape if you’re willing, little convict.” I jerk back, shocked he was able to read my mind. “You still think out loud, little Lennon.”
“Who the fuck are you freaks?” I yell as the red-masked bastard places his hands on my legs, sending heat surging through me. I try to fight my body’s reaction but it’s fucking useless, I’m a wanton whore and it’s all because of how terrified I am.
Orange comes to stand on my left and purple is on my right. My breaths turn ragged as they slowly skate their fingers along my arms, sending gooseflesh dotting my skin.
“Your karma,” the guy with the red mask answers. Even with the voice distorter I can hear the weight of those words and know there is a hidden meaning, but I have no idea what it is and why the fuck I am here. His hands glide up my legs and I fight not to shiver, but the moment he reaches the tops of my thighs and his thumbs graze my pussy, I tremble with need. He glides a thumb through my folds, and I’m powerless to stop the cry from tearing out of me.
The two men on either side of me laugh and it grates on my nerves, but I can’t formulate words to snap at them when the guy pushes a single finger inside my wet cunt, forcing me to arch my back off the table.
