Chapter 3 Strangers Of Sin (3)

Sloane

The transition from my apartment to the "Sanctuary" was a blur of black cloth and the smell of old leather. They didn't let me look back at the room where Leo's blood was still cooling on my pillows. Kade had simply thrown me over his shoulder like a sack of grain, my wrists bound tight with zip-ties that bit into my skin, and carried me to a waiting SUV. The drive felt like hours, a descent into total isolation.

When the blindfold was finally ripped away, I was in a room that looked like a high-end prison cell. The walls were reinforced concrete, the floor was covered in dark, plush rugs, and the only furniture was a massive, king-sized bed and a wall-mounted seventy-inch television.

"Welcome to your new life, Sloane," Rexton said, his voice echoing in the cold space. He was holding a remote control, his eyes fixed on the screen. "You wanted to play at being a rebel. Now you get to see exactly what that rebellion looks like from the outside."

He pressed a button, and the screen flickered to life. My stomach turned. It was the footage Jett had recorded in my bedroom. I saw myself, wild-eyed and terrified, pinned to the floor between their legs while my dead ex lay just feet away. The quality was agonizingly clear; I could see the sweat on my skin and the way my mouth was stretched wide as I took Jett's cock.

"Look at that face," Jett murmured, stepping up behind me. He reached out, his hand wrapping around my throat, forcing me to watch the screen. "You look like a filthy little animal, Sloane. A whore who loves the scent of blood and cum."

"Please, turn it off," I sobbed, my legs shaking.

"No," Kade growled, stepping into my field of vision. He began to unbuckle his heavy tactical belt. "You're going to watch every second of it. And while you watch yourself being ruined on that screen, we're going to do it all over again in the flesh. Every hole, Sloane. Until you forget there was ever a version of you that wasn't ours."

Kade shoved me down onto the bed, my face pressed into the duvet so I was forced to look directly at the television. Rexton and Jett moved in like sharks sensing blood. Rexton grabbed my hair, pulling my head back so I could see the video of him hammering into me from behind.

"Open that mouth for me, yesss, just like that," Jett hissed, stepping in front of me. He was already hard, a thick, pulsing vein running down the length of his cock. He didn't wait for my consent. He shoved himself past my lips, his hips slamming against my chin. I gagged, my eyes watering as the tip of him reached deep into my throat. I could see the digital version of myself doing the exact same thing on the screen.

While Jett occupied my mouth, Rexton was at my other end. He used his fingers to spread my pussy lips, which were still tender and swollen. "You're still so wet," Rexton whispered, his voice dark with a cruel praise. "Beg for my cum like a filthy whore, Sloane. Tell me you want me to fill you up while you watch Jett use your mouth."

"I want it," I muffled against Jett's shaft, the words barely audible. "Please... fill me."

Rexton didn't need to be told twice. He positioned the head of his cock at my entrance and drove home in one violent, heavy slide. I felt the air leave my lungs as he seated himself deep against my cervix. He began to fuck me with a raw, animalistic energy, his thrusts perfectly synchronized with the rhythm of the man on the screen.

"Sloane... Sloane..." Rexton groaned my name, his hands gripping my waist so hard he left permanent-looking bruises. "You're so tight. So perfect for breaking."

The overstimulation was a physical weight. The sight of my own degradation playing out in high-definition while the real-life sensations tore through me was too much. I felt my spirit sagging, my resistance melting into a pool of pure, unadulterated lust.

Kade didn't just watch. He moved to the side of the bed, his large hand coming down in a sharp, stinging crack against my ass.

"Keep your eyes on the screen!" Kade ordered. Crack! He spanked me until my cheeks were a bright, burning red, the pain a sharp contrast to the wet heat of the sex. He then leaned down, his tongue lashing across my clit while Rexton hammered into my pussy.

The three of them were a well-oiled machine of debauchery. They took turns fucking every hole I had. Jett pulled out of my mouth and swapped with Rexton, taking my ass with a brutal, dry entry that made me scream. Rexton moved to my mouth, his cock tasting of my own pussy and Jett's pre-cum.

"I'm going to fucking cum," Jett announced, his voice a deep, vibrating roar as he hammered into my ass. "I'm going to fill this hole so full you'll be leaking for a week."

He gave one final, lunging thrust, his body stiffening as he flooded my bowels with hot, thick seed. I felt the pressure of it, a heavy, internal heat that made my toes curl. He stayed there, pinning me to the mattress while Rexton continued to fuck my mouth.

Rexton pulled out of my mouth just as Kade stepped onto the bed. Kade hauled me up, forcing me to straddle him. "Ride it, Sloane. Show me how much you want to be our breeder."

I lowered myself onto him, my pussy still leaking Jett's and Rexton's combined release as Kade's massive cock replaced it. I began to bounce, my tits swinging wildly, my eyes fixed on the screen where the video was reaching its climax. I saw the digital version of myself taking Jett's cum on my face just as the real-life Kade gripped my hips.

"I'm going to fucking cum," Kade growled, his voice a guttural rasp. "Tell me you want it. Tell me you want my cum inside you."

"Yes! Please, Kade! Breed me! Fill me up!" I sobbed, my head thrashing.

He let out a guttural grunt, his body jumping under me as he emptied himself into my pussy. The heat of his release was searing, a deep, pulsing sensation that triggered my own climax. I screamed, my internal muscles clenching around him in a violent, frantic rhythm as I watched my own face on the screen covered in white.

Finally, they laid me out on the bed, my legs finally going limp. Rexton and Jett stood over me, their cocks still out and leaking. Rexton grabbed his shaft, stroking himself with a frantic energy.

"Look at me, Sloane," Rexton commanded. "Look at the mess we've made of you."

The first jet of his cum hit my cheek, followed by another across my eyes and nose. Jett followed, his seed splashing across my chin and neck. I lay there, shivering, a map of their combined lust, while the video on the screen looped back to the beginning.

Kade reached out, his finger tracing a line through the cum on my forehead before looking at the others.

"She's finally learning her place," Kade said, his voice cold and satisfied. "Rexton, save the footage from the room's cameras. We'll play them both next time so she can see how much she's improved."