“The more you fight, the harder we fuck you,” Lance growls.
“Pinky promise, Daddy?” I ask, dramatically biting my lip and whimpering a bit. Lance cracks a smile, and I giggle again.
“You’re a silly little brat, ya know that?” Mason asks.
“I do,” I smile. I grab one of the guy’s shirts off the dresser and pull it on. I am changing my plans, hoping it will work. They are all expecting me to run to the bathroom next, so I trash that idea.
I dart toward the bathroom, but at the last second, I pivot and slip past everyone. I then sprint through the house, only to run into all of our friends in the living room.
“Ah shit,” I laugh.
“Sadie,” Lance booms through the house.
“Uh oh. Sadie is in trouble,” Todd snickers.
“Fuck you, Todd,” I joke as I slip through them to get to the front door.
“She called herself fat,” Todd says.
“Then proceeded to only have a side salad for dinner,” Stacy adds.
Right as I get to the front door, an arm snakes around my waist. I squeal when I am lifted and moved back towards where my men are standing.
Jake sets me in front of Dean, and I try to promptly turn and run, but I don’t get far. Dean snatches me by the hair, then slings me to the couch.
“Dean!” I screech when he pulls my arms behind my back and pulls the shirt up to slap my bare ass. “Not in front of everyone.”
“If they have a problem, they know where the door is. If you have a problem… well, too fucking bad,” Dean growls. He smacks my ass again and again, making me yell out with each hit. My legs are jerked apart, and three fingers are roughly shoved into my already dripping pussy. They start to fuck me with their hand, hard and deep, while Dean has me pinned to the couch.
Mason grabs me by the hair and pulls my head back. He says nothing before grabbing the sides of my face and forcing his cock down my throat. He fucks my mouth, putting every bit of his anger behind the thrusts. Tears are streaming down my face from the brutality of his movements.
I scream again when a belt slaps across my ass. They do it again, and my pussy clenches from the burn. “The fucking grip this pussy has when you hit her with the belt,” Lance says as he wiggles his fingers inside of me. The feeling makes me moan and whimper.
Something is tied around my wrists to keep me restrained as Mason pulls out of my mouth. I gasp for air as I am pulled up and placed in Dean’s lap on the ottoman. He lies back and takes me with him, but I scream out again when he slams his cock into me.
“Fuck,” I yell. Mason pulls my head up again and starts to brutalize my throat while Lance joins in by pushing into my ass.
I forget about our audience and enjoy my punishment, even though it feels like they are trying to break me in half. My muscles shake as I come, but the guys are still moving at an unrelenting speed. When they all start to come, my body tenses as I fall with them. We all moan together as they fill me.
Things are a blur as I am taken to the room, cleaned up, and dressed. When I open my eyes, I am curled up in Mason’s lap. I am facing toward him, so I stay where I am and relax.
“How often is she skipping meals?” Stacy asks.
“Sometimes daily,” Lance says. “It got worse when she got the letter.”
“Has she not opened it?” Del asks.
“No,” Dean says. “There is no return address, so she doesn’t know who it’s from.”
“Tomorrow is the first anniversary,” Todd says. “Is it related? It can’t be a coincidence that she gets a letter on the first anniversary of the video.”
“Yeah, probably don’t bring that up around her, though,” Mason says.
“Why?” Jake asks.
“She hasn’t talked about that day since Paul died,” he answers. “If it’s brought up, she will flat out ignore you. If you push it, she gets mad and disappears for hours.”
“That’s… not healthy,” Ben says.