At the same time, James mutters, “Nix, turn to the side a little. I want to see you going in and out. Faster, faster. Make her ass jiggle.” Colt is still in my mouth, and I’m whimpering, gagging, tears flowing down my cheeks and soaking into his shorts, thanks to Nix’s merciless pounding. I’ll be lucky if I’m able to walk by the time he’s finished, which is exactly the point, I’m sure. They’re both panting, both eager to come, and I pray it happens soon.

“You ready to finish?” he asks Nix, who grunts his wordless response. “Do it inside her. Fill her up.”

No! I want to fight. I want to stop him, but there’s no stopping this. It’s not going to end until James gets what he wants. Nix’s thrusts turn into mindless rutting, his grunts and moans landing on my ears as painfully as every thrust from his dick. He drives himself home one last time before a rush of warmth tells me he’s emptied his balls inside me. He falls against me a little, breathing hard, moaning.

“Pull out, pull out,” James says breathlessly. “I want to see. Let me see that cum… dripping out… running down…” He’s losing himself. He’s almost there. All it takes is Nix’s softening dick falling out of me and the sight of the warm cum I feel dripping from my hole. He gasps, the sound of skin on skin quickening until he groans, loud and deep. “Fuck, yes. Oh, yeah… fuck!”

Though he doesn’t make me watch as he comes, the sound of it is enough. His satisfaction. I hate knowing I’m the cause of it. I hate knowing he gets his way.

“Very nice,” he finally announces once he’s caught his breath. I’m still on my hands and knees, with Colt zipping up in front of me, and Nix doing the same behind me. Nobody has bothered to help me up or even acknowledge me at all. I’m just a series of holes to fill now. I stay on my hands and knees, awaiting instruction. Jesus, they’ve already broken me that much. I’m afraid to make a move without being told to.

“This was fun.” From the corner of my eye, I see James standing. “Take her back to her room.” He won’t even acknowledge me directly. I might as well not be human.

I gather my things quickly, not bothering to put them back on. What’s the point of modesty now? Colt waits until I pick up the last piece of clothing, then I follow him up the stairs. I keep my head down, my eyes on the floor. I just want to be alone. Soon, I’ll be in my room, and I’ll be alone. It’s the only thing keeping me from falling apart.