I started to clamber to my feet, but I was still not fast enough. Ryan hurried me by pulling my elbow. He pinned my arms to my back and presented my naked body to his brother. I grunted. They were being a little too rough.

  Riley made his way forward and pinched my nipples. He wasn't gentle about it. They stung under his touch, forcing me to wince. Then, he wrapped the red ropes around my body. He must have tried this on other girls many times because the cords came around me fluidly, curving and twisting at all the right places. He callously handled my frame, turning me around as and when he liked, his fingers pinching at areas they might've bruised.

  When he was done, I glanced down and saw an intricate pattern looped around my stomach. The ropes tied my arms behind my back and hugged around my waist.

  "Now, walk to the other side of the room," he commanded.

  "What?" I turned my head up, puzzled why he'd ask me to walk after all that.

  "Don't make me ask twice. When I ask you to walk, you walk without question."

  I nodded my head. "Yes, sir." I stifled a moan after my first step. He had wrapped the ropes between my legs and against my core. The first step caused the rope to rub my wet folds. It pressed into them, and soon my juices soaked the bottom length of the device.

  "Don't stop."

  I gritted my teeth together and took a few more steps forward. By the time I had made my way to the other side of the room, my knees had gone weak. My nails dug into the palm of my hand.

  "I can't," I pleaded. Couldn't they simply take me on their bed without tormenting me so much?

  "I didn't ask you to stop," Ryan said.

  I bit my lower lip and knelt down onto the floor. "I can't. I need to come."

  "You're not allowed to. Stand up."

  "Please." I arched my back and wriggled side to side, trying to hold in the tension that had built up within me. I needed to do as the twins said. I needed to make them happy. I couldn't come just yet. "Let me. I beg of you."

  Riley picked me up from the floor. "You can come after I start fucking you with my cock."

  I couldn't wait till then. The tight ball in my belly threatened to burst open. It was impossible to hold back.

  Skillfully, Riley untangled the rope that had been gripping my pussy. It brought temporary relief, loosening the coil for a while. The twins weren't so kind to ease my agony so quickly, though.

  Ryan's thumb found the nub of my clit and massaged it. "You like that?" he breathed.

  I groaned. "Fuck me, please."

  Riley's palm came down on my breast, sending an aching tremor through me. I was starting to get confused by the mixture of pleasure and pain. "You address us by 'sir.'"

  "Fuck me, sir!"

  His cock slammed into my sheath as soon as I uttered the last word.

  I came a few seconds after he entered. I cried out his name and clawed at his back as my orgasm drummed through me. He pounded into me as my release came, his hips slapping against mine. Ryan rubbed my clit harder and faster, replacing his thumb with his middle and index finger.

  I had been completely exhausted after my orgasm ended, but they weren't ready to stop.

  Ryan took out a pink gadget from one of their toy drawers. A butt plug—the same thing I belligerently took out of my ass when ordered not to two days ago. But it was made larger than the last.

  Much larger.

  "No," I mouthed, horror sweeping over my face. "That won't fit."

  "Yes, it will. You're going to take every last inch of it, with Riley's cock in your pussy and mine in your mouth."

  My cowardly side nagged at me to run, but my adventurous side wanted to play. Even if I intended to flee, I couldn't. Riley had me in his vice-like grip, and the ropes had my arms completely secured behind my back.

  Ryan gave the plug to his brother.

  "I'll have fun doing this, princess," Riley said, his member still stroking my inner walls. He pushed me onto the couch, my back facing him. With my hands tied, I couldn't support myself and my cheek landed onto the velvet cushion.

  Ryan presented his wood to my face. "Kiss it," he ordered.

  "Yes, sir." I gave his cock a light kiss at its tip. In a wanton attempt to please him, I rolled my tongue over the length of his shaft before wrapping my lips over his cock. It was awkwardly difficult to please him in this position, but I managed. After getting restless, Ryan seized the back of my head and pushed his member as far down my throat as he could.

  I breathed in through my nose and tried not to gag, but a throaty sound escaped.

  As Ryan deep-throated me, Riley started prodding my back entrance with the plug. It was too big—bigger than the twins. I told myself it wouldn't fit. He gradually spread my cheeks with the toy, searing my flesh.

  "Don't disobey us ever again, understood?" he said, spanking my ass.

  I couldn't reply, not with Ryan occupying my mouth.

  He spanked me again.

  I must have been a masochist; no self-respecting woman would let herself be treated this way. Yet, I enjoyed every moment of it. Each slap on my ass sent a jolt to my pussy. They filled every entrance I had. It hurt like hell, but every action of theirs brought me closer to my climax.

  What the fuck was wrong with me?

  Riley finally managed to squeeze the whole of the plug in. I attempted to force my tears back, but they flooded out of my eyes anyway. If Ryan wasn't fucking my face, I'd be screaming, pleading for them to stop, yet not really certain whether I wanted it to end.

  Ryan cupped my left breast with his hand and teased my nipple. It sent a light tingling through my skin. And then, he pinched it as hard as he could. The pains they inflicted had dulled into a numbing ache. The pain intertwined with my pleasure and formed a bundle of disorientation.

  I came for the second time that night, feeling tighter than I ever did because of how the plug and Riley simultaneously squeezed into me. I choked against Ryan's cock, trying to cry out, but unable to because of how he forced himself down my throat.

  "Fuck, she's tightening around me," Riley said in a raspy voice. "You're doing this on purpose, bitch." He slapped my ass as I came. Ryan pinched my nipple harder.

  After one powerful thrust, he came, too, soaking my pussy with his cum. He continued to pump himself into me as his juices spurted out. He pulled himself out after he was done, and a smaller finger replaced the spot where his cock was. He began to toy with my clit as he licked my pussy, building me up to my third climax of the night as I circled my tongue around his brother's cock.

  Ryan reached his orgasm at the same time my third one came. His cum hit the back of my throat as he grinded his hips forward. He gripped the hair on my back of my head and pushed my lips down. "Fuck. Your fucking mouth is so damn fucking tight."

  I let out a muffled groan around his cock.

  After every last drop of his semen had spilled into the back of my orifice, he pulled out, leaving a sticky string of cum trailing from my mouth. I licked my lips after he left, reveling in the taste of sex.

  It was finally over. We could now cuddle in each other’s arms, and the sweet 'I miss yous' could be said as we exchanged light kisses—or so I thought.

  I shouldn't have been so naive to think it'd end so quickly; the twins couldn't get enough of fucking.

  Riley rammed something into my pussy. "Your punishment isn't done yet." A vibrator? It buzzed inside. I clenched my walls around it, rolling my head back and letting out a moan. He tied the rope between my thighs. "You're not allowed to take it out."

  I looked at him with hooded eyes and whimpered in agreement. At this point, I was sure they could do anything to me, whether I liked it or not. A ringing started in my ears, my whole body paralyzed and weakened by pleasure. The sex had drained so much of my energy; I didn't have it in me to fight.

  "We'll be back in an hour. And don't try anything funny. We'll know." My head shot up. Wait, they were going to leave me alone?

  Ryan had fitted a video camera in front of the bed.

  I was about to protest when Riley slipped a gag into my mouth, shutting me up. The sheer amount of toys used was enough to drive me crazy—literally. It uncomfortably spread my jaw wide open.

  Shit. They couldn't just leave me here like that! Being recorded turned me on like hell, but I wasn't sure whether it'd be the smartest thing to do. What if it got into the hands of the wrong person? All the celebrity sex tapes was already proof of what a stupid idea this was, and with me dating the twins, I had technically become a minor celebrity.

  As they walked to the door to leave, I choked out muffled protests, crying against the ball gag. They could hear me, but they left anyway, leaving me alone and tied up, ignoring my cries.

  ***

  The twins had left me tied up in an incredibly sexual room, with a ball gag and both of my holes filled, right in front of a video camera. I felt utterly humiliated. Embarrassed, my cheeks flushed during the whole ordeal.

  This was fucking messed up.

  After coming for the fourth time that night, my pussy was completely sore. The pleasure had numbed down. Instead, the discomfort and pain became more prominent. I wanted to stop. They went a little too far this time. I struggled against the constraints, trying to free myself. All my struggling did was cause the ropes to burn into my skin, adding to my agony.

  When were they going to get back? The clock ticked too slowly. My body ached so much I had to groan. I began to lose my composure, hating the way they tied me up. I hadn't moved my arms for so long; my shoulders were beginning to throb.

  And then suddenly, I had trouble breathing.

  It became increasingly difficult to let air in. I tried harder to breathe through my nose, but the more I did, the more I got agitated, and soon it seemed nearly impossible.

  Crap. My nose felt blocked. My pulse started to drum in my ears. I attempted to breathe through my mouth, but the gag made sure I couldn't. Panic rose in my chest. Shit. Fucking shit. I couldn't breathe. My heart constricted in my chest. It felt like something was stuck in my throat.

  I am going to die.

  The irrational part of me took over. A firm belief that my time had run out took control of me with a firm grip. My eyes watered as I suffocated. I keeled over to my side, whipping my body around in a failed attempt to get air in.

  Where were the twins when I needed them? I shouldn't have gotten myself caught in their sadistic lifestyle. I let things get a little too overboard, and this was the outcome.

  My vision blurred. The objects in the room seemed like they were floating around, dancing past my eyes. I turned my body around in a second attempt to get over this situation, but it was unsuccessful.

  Just when I almost gave in to the pain and lied there in defeat, a warm, large hand held me up and tore the gag from my face.

  I sucked in as much air as I could, and the cool air surged into my lungs.

  "Scarlet! Scarlet, are you okay?" one of the twins said. My vision was clearing. The double images merged to form one; Ryan crouched over me while placing his hand on my cheek. He was short of breath, his expression covered with worry.

  Riley worked with the ropes, methodically peeling them away from my skin. "We saw you through the video cam. You were having a panic attack."

  I lay there, speechless, trying to get some sense back.

  Ryan petted my face. "Can you hear me? Scarlet?"

  I parted my lips and stared at him for a while. "Yeah, yeah, I can hear you."

  "Thank God." He hugged me to his chest and stroked the back of my head.

  As I healed from the shock, emotions began to flood through me. Happiness, fear, relief, confusion—anger. What the fuck were they thinking, leaving me alone? Sure, it felt kinky as hell, but it was also very dangerous and insensible.

  Riley finally removed all the ropes. The first thing I did when the ropes slipped off my hands was reach down to pull the filthy toys out of my body; I didn't want them in there anymore.

  "Fluffy fucking bunny," I said, remembering the safe word.

  Ryan shook his head. "We're not going to do anything else, Scarlet."

  "I know, I just thought I needed to say it, because you guys don't give a shit about limits."

  He bowed his head, and for a second there, I felt sorry for him. Then I recalled how mad I was at the twins and said, "Don't touch me." I pushed myself away from his chest and got up, not caring how exposed and naked I was.

  "We know we did wrong," Riley pleaded, reaching for my arm. "We're really sorry. We won't do that again."

  "You better not fucking do it again. I almost died there!"

  "Scarlet, we need to talk. Please. You need to calm down."

  Calm down? I needed to calm down? Fuck! How the hell was I supposed to be calm after a situation like that? "Not now, Riley. I can't." I put my hand on my forehead and avoided looking at them. They pushed me to my threshold, and I wasn't sure if I could take anymore. "I can't. Just... just... go away. I need to think over this for a while."

  I picked my clothes off the floor and hastily slipped them on. The twins watched, wearing a guilty expression as I pulled my skirt up.

  Ryan scowled. "We didn't think you'd panic like that."

  I clenched my jaw. "So it's my fault now?"

  "Not that... we didn't mean to... We just wanted you so badly after coming back, Scarlet. We never meant to hurt you. It was all in good fun. We monitored you through the camera, just in case."

  What the fuck was that supposed to mean? I turned around and stomped out of the room. I ran up the steps and made my way to somewhere. I didn't know where. I just wanted to be alone for a while to think over things, which was ironic, because them leaving me alone was what made me mad in the first place.

  "Scarlet, please talk to us. We need to sort this out," one of the twins called from behind.

  My stubborn side didn't want to listen to anything they had to say. They almost killed me. Anger lies, and I wanted to believe every single lie it had to tell right then. I wasn't in the mood to let the twins talk me out of it.

  They paced behind carefully. I entered the bathroom and locked myself inside for some privacy.

  I glanced up at the mirror. Streaks of tears had rolled down my cheeks, taking my mascara with them. I looked horrific, my eyes smeared with black and red brimming at their sides. The ropes had imprinted themselves on my flesh, leaving behind red indents.

  I ran the tap and dipped down to splash some water over my face; it barely washed any of the black mascara stains off. I couldn't be bothered; not yet, not when I was feeling so down.

  One of the twins knocked on the door. "Scarlet, are you in there?"

  "You're being a pain."

  "Please, come out."

  "No."

  I stepped into the shower and ran the water. Sluggishly, I backed up against the wall and slid down to the floor. The cold water poured over my body, chilling my skin. It was what I needed to shock some sense back into me.

  I tucked my knees to my chest. The course of events that unfurled the last two weeks had started to feel too overwhelming.

  Another knock sounded. "Are you okay?"

  "I'm fine," I shouted back.

  "We'll be right outside. Call us if you need anything."

  Maybe I should've taken their mother's offer and fled. Maybe I should've left them right after they brought me to their house that day. Maybe I shouldn’t have gone clubbing that night. Maybe...

  I buried my face into my hands.

  Maybe this was all a mistake.

  I could've been over-reacting, but at that moment, there was only one thing I knew I had to do.

  It started with a whimper, and then a sob, until finally, I was crying. As the cold shower ran, I hugged my legs to my chest, rocking myself back and forth as my tears mixed with the icy water.

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