Total pages in book: 36
Estimated words: 33526 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 168(@200wpm)___ 134(@250wpm)___ 112(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 33526 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 168(@200wpm)___ 134(@250wpm)___ 112(@300wpm)
Someone seriously messed the bitch up, or maybe she was born the daughter of everything sick and demented. She’s such a bloodthirsty bitch. There’s no reason to torture Ella. The Nevin’s want to purchase her, and they don’t care how much she can take. Those sexual predators get their pleasure by inflicting violence on their victims. They get off on the excruciating torture.
Celeste is a psycho, which is why she wants to commit these acts on Ella beforehand. The bitch can’t handle not being part of the depravity. Celeste gets a sick high from crushing victims. This is where she’s different from the three of us. We also like to cause mayhem and have no issues spilling blood, but we don’t relish harming the innocent.
I push the candle further into Ella’s ass until the flame is as close as possible without burning her. Her sweet cunt grips my cock, and I know it won’t be too long before I come. Ella’s pussy is the definition of a nutcracker. Never have I experienced something so fuckin’ perfect.
My eyes connect with the warmth of the candle flame, which adds to Ella’s heat. Fire is a fascinating element. It purifies, sustains, and demolishes. A fierce force that ignites for comfort or burns for destruction.
“Don’t even think about using that wax on her,” Asher warns in a whisper. “I recognize the crazy in your eyes.”
I laugh so I don’t make Celeste suspicious. “Relax.” I grit through my teeth. “I’m giving the cunt a show.” Ella screams as I slap her rounded ass. “Be a good whore, Sis, or I’ll burn your clit with hot wax. Take your brother’s cock like a good girl.”
“Take the candle out so the pup can get on the table,” Asher orders. He yanks at her leash as I reluctantly remove my cock and the candlestick from Ella. “On the table, Pup.”
Asher places his foot on Ella’s torso as she rises, pushing her down. “Like a dog, Ella. Crawl.”
Ella moves her hands and knees until she’s in front of a chair and climbs it like a dog. One hand, then a knee, followed by another hand, and the other knee until she’s on all fours on top of the oak table.
Asher pats her head. “Good girl.”
He looks at the food on the table. I don’t recall the staff bringing it in because I was so busy fucking Ella. I should lodge my foot into my ass for that one. It’s imperative that we’re aware of our surroundings. We need to know where the threats are.
Asher grabs the corn on the cob and places it by Ella’s mouth. “Suck.”
Ella’s mouth falls open, and Asher shoves the corn in. He’s not gentle. He’s going to town. Ella gags and convulses at the uncomfortable intrusion now lodged in her throat.
Asher smiles and pats her head again. “That’s a good girl. Show your brothers how well you take the corn. Let us know how much of a whore you are for us. Get it nice and ready for your dirty little cunt.”
While Ella splutters on the cob, Asher moves behind her and rams his cock in her pussy. It’s so volatile that I can’t help wincing. “That’s it, Pup. Gnaw on your chew toy while I fuck your dirty hole. This is all you’ll ever be good for, Ella, a pathetic fuck hole. You understand what we’re going to do, don’t you? Take you out and about on a leash and let random men fuck you. Wonder if we can get a Guinness Record for the number of cocks you can take in one night. I’ll let every man who sees you dump a load in your worthless pussy. Then, when all is said and done, you’ll push it out into your doggy bowl and have a tasty little snack.”
Fuck. Asher has a mouth on him. Usually, he barely talks when we bang girls. Occasionally, he takes his knife out and cuts them, something he hasn’t done to Ella. Which is pretty fucking out of the norm for him. But he’s never been vocal. I wonder if he does it for Ella because the girl gets wet as fuck when you say anything remotely taboo. Guess what they say about good girls is right; they’re always down to get their freak on.
Asher grabs another corn on the cob and pours more olive oil over Ella’s lower back. He works it into her ass, which is now primed to take whatever we throw at her. Between the butt plug and the copious amounts of olive oil, the corn disappears quickly with only the stem sticking out.
“You don’t need to show off, Asher.” I smirk. “We all know you’re a tree hugger. How fucking cute. An environmentally friendly butt plug!”
Asher breaks character for a second, cracking a brief smile that he quickly covers. “Shut up and come fuck this whore with me!”