Run, Little Red.

[Matt's part got terrible towards the end ]

Hattie fought against Matt's grip when he gripped her chin, knowing exactly what he wanted her to do. But seeing the look on Sidney's face as Zacky started to fuck her made Hattie feel like she might vomit and so she closed her eyes. Her eyes shot open again when Matt pressed into her, a mewl of pain parting her lips. He was rough with her, rougher than anyone ever had been, and each thrust of his hips forced out a grunt of pain. She squirmed as he kissed her face and neck, his mocking affection making her feel worse than she already did. She felt low and disgusting.

Hattie was glad when Matt finally pulled away from her, but she couldn't help the shudder that passed through her body when he finished on her stomach. It made her feel like a useless little whore, dirty and disgusting. She almost found herself turning to rub his cum from her stomach using the bedsheets, but she stopped herself. It likely would only serve to piss Matt off and she didn't want to be the subject of his wrath. And she certainly didn't want it turned on Sidney because of her. Hattie would accept the pain of taking Matt or Zacky over and over to keep Sidney from being harmed any further.

"I...Can I clean myself off, please?" Hattie pleaded, looking up at Zacky. She just wanted to wash Matt's cum off of her stomach. She would also love to be able to get dressed, but she wasn't going to push her luck. Wincing when she was pulled to her feet by Zacky, she cast one last fearful look back at Sidney before she followed dutifully after him. At this point, Hattie was afraid to step even a toe out of line. If Zacky would let Matt rape her once, who's to say he wouldn't do it again? And Hattie had heard the other thing Matt had suggested and it made her even more sick to her stomach than having Matt fuck her. There was no way she could take both of them at the same time, but if it came down to her or Sidney, Hattie would do what she had to do.

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Once he'd tucked himself back into this boxers, Matt looked over at Zacky with a smirk. "Well, that was fun, we'll have to do it again sometime," he said. He sat down on the edge of the bed, watching as Zacky dragged Hattie out of the room before he turned to Sidney. Reaching out, he rubbed his fingers down her cheek. "Did you have fun with Zacky?" he asked. "I definitely had fun with your little friend. She's a good little fuck, nice and tight. But not as tight as you." Matt crawled over Sidney, settling between her legs. Even after finishing with Hattie not too long ago, Matt could have fucked Sidney again, but he only wanted to see the panic flare in her eyes.

"Relax sweetheart, I'm not going to fuck you again," Matt said. He smirked. "Not yet, anyway. I'm feeling generous, so I'm actually going to let you rest. Maybe I'll go make myself something to eat. Oh, I'm sorry, are you hungry?" Matt added, taunting her. It had likely been almost twenty-four solid hours before either of the girls had had anything to eat, but the longer Matt forced Sidney to go without food, the weaker she would be and therefore the more compliant she would be. And he loved to hear a girl beg, whether it was for her life or for a scrap of food. Just knowing that he could hold that sort of power over someone made his dick throb.

"Maybe when I get back, you can have something to eat, too," Matt said, smirking as he grabbed at his crotch. He chuckled at the look that appeared on Sidney's face before he turned to walk to the door. "Now, you stay right there," Matt said, laughing again. She was still handcuffed to the bed, it wasn't like she could go anywhere. Making his way down to the kitchen, Matt quickly made himself a sandwich before he went back to his room. Eating in front of Sidney might be a little cruel, but Matt didn't really care. And besides, it wasn't any more cruel than anything else he'd done to her. Toying with a girl in every way possible was half the fun of keeping them alive for so long.

{it felt so weird writing as matt for this thread no bueno }

Zacky was satisfied having spent himself with Sidney for the moment. As much as Hattie probably thought that was perhaps a good thing for her, it was the exact opposite of good. Smirking as he pushed Hattie out of the room, Zacky didn't bother to look back at the couple still inside. When Hattie asked if she could clean herself up, a twisted little grin formed on his features after a moment of consideration. "Of course you can. Don't want a dirty little whore messing up my sheets, do I?" Zacky asked, leading her toward the ensuite bathroom connected to his room. Matt and Zacky had spent a fair bit of money fixing up the cabin in the past few years to make it more... friendly for them.

He dropped his grip on her arm, leaning over long enough to turn the water on for her. Zacky held out his hand after motioning for her to climb into the shower, offering his help for her to climb into the tub. He watched her with a predatory gaze as she began to clean herself. Without a word being spoken, Zacky reached forward and cranked the handle to the left to turn up the hot water. It would go from a somewhat comfortable temperature to a scorching one in seconds. It wouldn't do any real damage to Hattie but it would certainly sting a little. He straightened when Hattie jumped out of the spray of the water, stepping around so that he was now standing in front of where Hattie stood.

"Oh, I'm sorry... I just prefer it to be warmer. Guess you could say I'm a little hotblooded," Zacky joked, laughing at his own joke. He couldn't help but smirk as he tilted his head to the side. "You can always turn it down to a more comfortable temperature for you," he offered with a shrug of his shoulders. Of course that meant Hattie would have to cross back through the stream of water but Zacky didn't mind, he enjoyed putting his girl into a predicament that was doable but it wasn't exactly... fun for them either.

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Sidney sat rigid as Zacky and Hattie left the room. Her breathe hitched as Matt crawled over her, panic shooting through her as her eyes locked on his. She was so sore and tired that all she wanted to do was sleep. She let out a breathe of relief that she hadn't even realized she had been holding in when Matt said he wasn't actually going to touch her. Her shoulders sagged slightly but she was still tense, not so sure that she could actually trust Matt or not. She hadn't been able to before. Sidney had been so preoccupied that she hadn't even realized that she hadn't eaten in nearly a day, not until Matt had mentioned food.

Starting to nod her head, Sidney's face fell when Matt grabbed at his crotch. She bit back a sob, turning away from him as her face started to crumble. Sidney pulled her legs up, curling into a ball the moment that Matt had left the room. She started to shake and not too long after, tears started to fall as she started to rock herself back and forth. It was the only source of comfort Sidney could grasp at, the only thing she hoped would calm herself down.

Jolting when Matt slammed the door back open, Sidney's eyes widened as she whirled around to face him. She wiped away her tears, stupidly hopeful that Matt may have brought her a bite to eat. When she only saw one sandwich that Matt had already taken a bite out of, Sidney's heart sank. She wasn't about to beg him to give her food because she knew that was what he wanted and she was beyond frustrated that she couldn't do a single thing to improve her situation. Sidney hiccuped, burying her face into her knees as she refused to look back up at Matt.

Hattie was glad when Zacky agreed to let her clean herself off, but his words cut through her relief like a knife. She felt even more worthless and downtrodden than she had before as she followed Zacky into his ensuite bathroom, using her arms to try and cover herself as Zacky stared the shower. Once the water was running, Hattie eagerly accepted Zacky's help in climbing into the tub, stepping under the stream of water. The way Zacky was looking at her mde her skin crawl and so she tried hard to ignore it. Hattie was so intent on ignoring Zacky that she barely registered what he was doing until it had already been done and she jumped away from the stream of water, yelping in pain when the scalding water touched her skin.

Hattie knew Zacky had done it on purpose, just another way to stomp her down and make sure she knew that he was in charge. And it definitely worked and it made her feel even dirtier than before, despite the fact that she'd just washed herself. Gritting her teeth as she leaned into the scalding water again, Hattie adjusted the knob until the water was at a comfortable temperature once again. She wasn't sure how much time she had left in the shower or how soon she would have another opportunity to clean herself, so Hattie decided to quickly wash her hair, hoping that at least being physically clean would help her situation, even if it was only minutely.

Once she was finished, Hattie reached over to shut off the water, only then realizing that she didn't have a towel. "Um, can I have a towel?" Hattie asked softly. "Please. I-I don't want to get your sheets wet." Hattie mumbled a thank you when Zacky shoved a towel in her direction, drying herself quickly before wrapping the towel around her torso. After being naked and exposed for so long, Hattie relished in the comfort of having even a little something to cover herself. She followed Zacky dutifully back into his bedroom, bending to pick up her clothes before she stopped herself. Hattie hated that she felt like she needed to ask Zacky's permission for every little thing, but she didn't want to risk pissing him off. She hadn't really seen him angry but she didn't want to even risk it. "Can I...Can I put my clothes on?" Hattie asked. "Please?"

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The first thing Matt saw when he entered his room again was the look of hope on Sidney's face. She obviously seemed to think he'd brought her food as well, but he knew she was a smart girl and soon after, she seemed to realize there was only the one sandwich. He chuckled as she buried her face in her knees, taking another bite of his sandwich before waving it in front of her face. "Did you want some?" he asked her. "Maybe I'll go make you one, if you ask really nicely." He knew Sidney likely wouldn't want to beg him for food, but he wasn't going to give her shit if she didn't. It was degrading to her to beg for something as simple and necessary as food, but he loved it.

Finishing off his sandwich, Matt reached over to set his plate on the nightstand, grabbing his switchblade after a seconds' hesitation. He was growing a little bored, which wasn't a good thing for Sidney. "I'm bored," Matt announced. He opened his switchblade before reaching over to grab Sidney's ankle. He pulled hard, forcing her to stop hiding her face from him. "I need you to entertain me. You know, prove why I shouldn't just slit your throat right now." As much as he would like to, he couldn't fuck Sidney again quite yet. If he did it too often, it wouldn't scare her as much. "But you know, if you don't want to, I could always find ways to entertain myself," Matt continued, a twisted smirk finding its way onto his face. "Your ass looks nice and tight, maybe I'll find out."

Matt knew Sidney wouldn't want him to do that before she even started to shake her head. Too bad she didn't really have a choice in the matter. He would fuck her in the ass when he decided he wanted to, but right now wasn't that time. He wanted to hold that threat over her head for just a little while longer. "So get to it," Matt said. His gaze turned hard as he grabbed Sidney's hand, placing it between her legs. "Entertain me." As Sidney started to touch herself, Matt reached down and pulled himself out of his boxers, stroking himself slowly. Of course it was incredibly sexy to watch a girl touch herself, but the fact that she likely hated every second of it made it even better for Matt. "There you go, touch yourself like a good little whore," he said, his eyes darkening as he watched her. "I bet you like it, don't you, slut? Tell me how much you like it."

Mibba is just not cooperating with me today

{I'm sorry }

Zacky very nearly told Hattie to stop washing her hair, not wanting to sit here and watch her shower for any longer than he needed to. Opening his mouth to stop her, Zacky huffed as he closed his mouth. He'd decided that it was a good idea to let her, as much as he wanted to degrade her and wouldn't mind if she got a bit dirty, he didn't exactly want to fuck a girl with a greasy head. Zacky started to tap his head, getting more and more frustrated that he was even waiting for her. Who did Hattie think she was? He was paranoid that even letting her do such a simple thing was going to go to her head and now he was itching to make sure she understood who was really in charge here.

His eyes narrowed as Hattie leaned down to grab her clothes, only slightly more relieved when she realized that she should at least ask him. Zacky laughed dryly, giving a shake of his head. "First, you decide that you're going to wash your hair without asking me for my permission but then you decide that you're going to get dressed without asking me? Well, I guess you get some points because you realized you should ask but not nearly as many as you just lost by fucking up," Zacky said, grinning as he watched the panic grow on her features.

"No. What's going to happen is we're going to go downstairs and I'm going to eat a sandwich or two. Maybe if you manage to apologize well enough between now and then, I'll let you eat," Zacky said, knowing full well that there wasn't a single thing that Hattie could do to peak his interest enough that he would let her eat. That didn't mean he wasn't going to cook himself something delicious and make Hattie watch as he enjoyed every last morsel of food. Gripping her wrist, Zacky started to drag her downstairs. "Hattie, I don't have to worry about you running, now do I?" Zacky asked as they entered the kitchen, turning to face her with a skeptical gaze.

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As distracted as she was trying to make herself, Sidney knew the instant that Matt had grabbed his switchblade. Her heart leapt into her throat as she tensed, gulping as she started to slowly lift her head. She flinched when Matt yanked her leg down, swallowing yet again as her eyes landed on the knife in his hand. She didn't want to die, she would do just about anything to stay alive because well, she just didn't want to die. Besides, she didn't exactly want to leave Hattie alone with these psychos. She didn't even want to think about what they would do to her if she wasn't here to at least entertain Matt.

Sidney's eyes widened as Matt suggested fucking her ass, shaking her head wildly as panic flowed through her. If that had been the only way for her to entertain Matt, Sidney knew she would but God, she wanted something else. Anything else. She had never done anal before just because it seemed like something so taboo and it didn't seem like it could possibly be enjoyable for her, so why would she? Sidney shuddered as Matt moved her hand, dread filling her as she started to realize what Matt was hinting at. She was more than a bit relieved that Matt seemingly wasn't going to fuck her ass but she didn't exactly want to do this either.

Drawing in a deep breathe, Sidney squeaked out a quiet 'okay' before she closed her eyes. Leaning her head back against the headboard, Sidney held her breathe as she started to touch her clit. Tiny circles around it was all she could bring herself to do. She closed her eyes tightly, feeling disgusted as she heard Matt start to touch himself. Her stomach churned as she focused on the task at hand, glad that she at least had a shirt on. "I-I like it. A lot," Sidney forced out the words. She knew she wasn't as colorful as maybe Matt wanted but she hoped it was enough to satisfy him, just wanting this to be over with. Out of nowhere, a sob bubbled out of her chest and Sidney paused, looking away as she rubbed her eyes with the back of her hand. Sidney shuddered as she reached back down between her legs, cupping herself. "Please. Matt," she whimpered, her shoulders sagging as she closed her legs. "Look. I'm sorry if I was teasing you last night. I didn't mean to," she tried to explain. Sidney wasn't really trying to get out of here but she hoped that apologizing would somehow help her situation.

As soon as the laugh left Zacky's mouth, Hattie knew that she had fucked up. She thought she'd been doing things right by asking Zacky's permission, but it seemed that it hadn't been enough. "I'm sorry, I-" Hattie opened her mouth to apologize, but she fell silent when Zacky began to speak again. She knew there wasn't a single thing she could do to possibly get on Zacky's good side, if he even had one. Hattie was pretty positive at this point that he and Matt were both psychopaths. Hattie even been aware of her hunger until Zacky mentioned food and then she suddenly realized that it had been a good twenty-four hours since she'd eaten anything. She knew there was no chance that Zacky would let her have so much as a scrap of food and as she was dragged downstairs to the kitchen, Hattie found herself starting to cry again.

Shaking her head at Zacky's question, Hattie looked down to the floor. "N-No," she stammered. What chance did she have of getting anywhere, anyway? They were in the middle of the woods and she had nothing; no clothes, no phone, no shoes, no anything. And Zacky had Matt and a gun. If she tried to run, she knew it would cost her her life. Hattie wasn't sure what to do at this point, so she stood by as she watched Zacky move about the kitchen, fixing himself a meal. Just the sight of the food made her stomach grumble, but she knew Zacky wouldn't give her any. If she was weak, she would listen to him and she couldn't run. She just wished she would've eaten something last night while they were still safe at the campsite. But instead, she'd been too busy trying to flirt with Zacky, which she supposed was part of what landed her in this situation in the first place. If she hadn't teased him, Hattie and Sidney might be safe in their apartment right now.

"Zacky, I...I'm sorry," Hattie spit out. She wished she wasn't willing to beg him for anything, but she couldn't help herself. She was almost at her breaking point and she was hungry and she wanted some food. Anything to feel like she still had a scrap of her dignity left. "I...I won't do anything unless you say so again, I promise. Can I...Can I please have something to eat? Please." Hattie had no idea if her words would have an effect on Zacky or whether or not that effect would be the one she was wanting. Would he be happy to see her panic and beg him for something as simple as food? Or would it make him angry that she was even speaking in the first place? It was so hard for Hattie to read Zacky and that was one of the most terrifying parts of this. She hated the suspense, especially when her life hung in the balance.

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Matt could tell by the look that passed over Sidney's face that this whole experience made her feel disgusting and not surprisingly, he loved it. He started to stroke himself a bit faster as he watched her, a frown forming on his face when she opened her mouth to speak. At the very least, he would've hoped that she was smart enough to fake it for his satisfaction. But it seemed like she was more stupid than he thought. But honestly, he was willing to forgive this as long as she continued to touch herself, but it seemed like Sidney couldn't even manage that. Rolling his eyes as she spoke again, Matt tucked himself back into his boxers before looking down at Sidney with a frown. "Sidney, Sidney, Sidney," Matt tsked, shaking his head. "I was really starting to think you understood what was going on here, but it seems like I was wrong."

Reaching down, Matt forced Sidney's legs open once again. "You didn't mean to tease me?" he repeated. "Sweetheart, if you didn't mean to, you wouldn't have done it at all. But I guess the little whore just has to throw herself at every dick she sees, right? And since you can't seem to do something as simple as entertaining me, it looks like I'm going to have to find a way to entertain myself. And I'm sure you know what that means, don't you, Sidney?" Matt asked, patting her cheek patronizingly. "You brought this on yourself." Once again, Matt tugged Sidney pants and underwear off, discarding them onto the floor. After thinking for a second, he reached up to undo the handcuff around her wrist, deciding a different position would make things worse for Sidney and thus, better for him.

Pulling himself out of his boxers once again, Matt smirked as he pressed his dick back against Sidney's lips. "Open your fucking mouth, slut," he growled. When she did, he forced his dick into her mouth, letting out a groan. "Better use a lot of spit, this is all the help you're going to get," Matt told her. He fucked Sidney's mouth for a few seconds before he pulled away, grabbing her by the hips and pulling her close. Smoothing his hands over her backside, he smirked as he took himself into his hand. "This is going to be a lot of fun," he said to Sidney, forcing himself roughly into her backside. He gave her no chance to adjust to him before he started to fuck her, using the position to pull her against him with each thrust of his hips. "Make sure you make plenty of noise this time, whore, let Zacky and Hattie know how much fun you're having."

Zacky busied himself with starting to make a turkey blt. It was a simple enough sandwich to make, with the only thing that he had to put effort into was cooking a few pieces of bacon. He knew how most people responded to simply the smell of bacon and he just wanted one more reason to toy with Hattie's mind. Looking up when she started to speak, Zacky smirked as he shook his head slowly. "Now, Hattie. I know that you can do a lot better than that, can't you?" He asked as he started to assemble his sandwich. He put mayonnaise on the top piece of bread before lifting it and taking a large bite. Smirking as he turned to face Hattie, he leaned against the counter. Watching as the desperation grew on Hattie's features, Zacky couldn't contain his grin as it started to grow.

"I think I have something in mind though, Hattie. Maybe if you take it well enough..." Zacky trailed off before he finished off his sandwich. He straightened up, stepping over to one of the drawers in the kitchen. Listening lowly, Zacky produced a wooden spoon. He spun around, approaching her slowly, in a predatory sort of manner. "I'm going to spank you twenty times, Hattie. And I expect to hear you count clearly..." He trailed off, running his fingers down the arm of the spoon. "If you miss a number or you just... can't count, then you'll lose a piece of your sandwich. No promises on what I take away either. Maybe it'll be the lettuce, maybe it'll be the tomato, maybe it'll be the top piece of bread."

Zacky stepped up to Hattie, gripping the back of her neck. He forced her down over the edge of the counter, yanking the towel away from her body. He ran the spoon down her back slowly, smirking as she shivered. His head snapped up as he heard a scream from upstairs, Zacky's smirk only grew as one of his hands slid to pin Hattie in place by her lower back. "Sounds like she's having fun, sweetheart. Do you think she's having more fun than you are right now? Don't worry, I'll make sure you have just as much fun."

"Oh, I hope you can count well, Hattie," he said, running the spoon over her ass. Suddenly, without warning, Zacky pulled his arm back and spanked her with the spoon. He lingered for a moment before continuing, until he reached ten. Humming as he started to run the spoon a bit further south, running it over her pussy lips, Zacky smirked. "I think your pussy should be punished, too. Don't you? After all, you wouldn't be in this position if you hadn't let it think for you. Flirting with me like a little whore last night."

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Sidney seemed to realize her apology was the worst possible thing that she could have done. When she realized that Matt was more annoyed than sated by her apology. She started to shake her head, fear flowing through her veins as her heart skipped a beat. His words sent fear right to her heart and all she could do was shake her head. "No, no, no. Matt! Stop, please. I'll touch myself for you, Matt. Please," Sidney started to beg, fumbling over her words. She didn't even think as she reached down to start circling her clit again, desperate to please Sidney. Anything to stop Matt from fucking her ass. If she thought that he was huge and taking him would hurt her pussy, she didn't want to think about how bad taking him elsewhere would feel.

When Sidney realized that she was getting nowhere with Matt and that no matter what she did, this was going to happen, she couldn't help but begin to cry. Sidney didn't have an ounce of fight left in her so she simply laid there when Matt pulled her close. Her shoulders shook as she cried, opening her mouth even before Matt actually presented himself to her. She started to gag around his cock, forcing herself down on his length. Sidney gasped as Matt pulled away, her entire body going rigid as Matt moved her body around.

"P-Please," Sidney gave one last plea, a scream tearing from her throat as Matt shoved into her. She arched forward, tears slipping out of the corner of her eyes. She choked on a scream, her eyes as wide but seeing nothing because she was far too focused on the pain that Matt was inflicting on her. Sidney dragged in a ragged breathe as Matt pulled away, only to cry out again as he started to fuck her. Sidney set her hands on Matt's shoulders, her nails digging into his shoulders as she tried to brace herself against him. Sidney tried to catch her breathe between Matt's thrusts but it was damn near impossible. Dropping her hands from Matt's shoulders, she tried to brace herself against the mattress to push herself out of Matt's grip.

Hattie harbored a slight bit of hope that her begging might actually have the effect she wanted with Zacky. But of course it hadn't, and as he started to speak, she felt her heart drop. All she wanted was food and she wanted it so badly that she was almost willing to suck his dick again if he would just let her have something to eat. Stiffening when Zacky pulled a spoon from the drawer, Hattie knew what he was going to say before he even opened.his mouth. She would be lying if she said that being spanned wasn't something that turned her on, but that was during consensual sex, not the degrading things Zacky continued to subject her to. And part of her disgust with herself stemmed from the fact that she was actually willing to go through with this just to eat.

Hattie yelped when Zacky gripped the back of her neck, unintentionally fighting back just slightly when he forced her over the counter. She shivered as he ran the spoon down her back, bracing herself for the first hit when she heard a scream from upstairs. She knew instantly that it was Sidney and she hated to think of what Matt was doing to her to make her scream like that. Hattie shook her head rapidly when Zacky asked if she thought Sidney was having fun. She knew she wasn't, just as much as she knew Matt likely was. Hattie's attention was brought back to her current situation when she felt the spoon on her ass and then suddenly Zacky was spanking her. "One," Hattie forced out, remembering Zacky's instructions. She spit out each subsequent number as loudly as she could as Zacky continued to spank her, surprised when he stopped suddenly at ten.

Feeling Zacky run the spoon over her pussy, Hattie shook her head again. She wasn't sure if he meant to punish her by spanking her pussy with the spoon or by fucking her, but either way, she wanted no part of it. "N-No, please," Hattie stammered out. "You can spank my ass as many times as you want. Please," she added, feeling herself start to cry. "I...I'm sorry I was flirting with you last night, if...if I was teasing you." Hattie felt so stupid because last night, she really had been thinking with her pussy. Last night she'd thought Zacky was the most gorgeous man she'd ever seen and she'd even fantasized taking him into her tent and letting him fuck her. But now she regretting even speaking to him last night. Look where it had gotten her.

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Matt smirked as Sidney started to scream. It was just the reaction he'd been hoping for and it made things even better for him. He felt her trying ti brace herself and force herself away from him, but he wasn't going to let her get away. "Just stop fucking fighting and take it like a good little whore," Matt told her. "Some girls like this, you know." Slipping his hand up her torso, he wrapped his hand around her throat, a silent reminder for her to quit struggling against him. With his other hand, Matt continued to force her onto him with each thrust of his hips, getting a bit relentless with the force he was using to fuck her. It only took Matt a few minutes to reach his climax and he held Sidney close as he finished inside of her ass. Letting go of her, he let her fall into the bed, looking down at her with a smirk as he tucked himself back into his jeans.

"Well sweetheart, I've got to say, your little ass is just as tight as it looks," Matt said. "I might have to share you with Zacky again, let him know how tight your perky little ass feels. And of course, I'll fuck your pretty little mouth again." Zipping up his jeans, Matt looked down at Sidney, frowning. "Alright, get the fuck up before you let that cum get on my bedsheets," he told her. When she didn't get up fast enough, Math reached down and.grabbed her arm, roughly yanking her to her feet. "If there's any cum on my sheets I swear to God I'm going to make you lick it up." Matt dragged Sidney into his ensuite bathroom, closing the door and leaning against the counter. "You've got five minutes, so if you want to wash up, you'd better hurry the fuck up."

Matt knew that Sidney probably didn't want to fully undress in front of him, but he was sure the allure of a shower was more than enough to get her moving. He made no effort to hide the fact that he was watching her as she undressed and showered, although he occasionally glanced away to check the time on his phone. When five minutes had passed, Matt reached down and shut off the water. "Time's up," he said shortly. He held out a towel for Sidney. "Better make it fucking fast if you want to put your clothes back on." Matt sighed loudly as he waited for Sidney to dry off and put her clothes on, dragging her back into the bedroom. Cuffing one of her hands to the bed, he looked at her with a smirk. "Get some rest, sweetheart, you're going to need it. In the meantime, I think I'm going to go see what Zacky and your little friend are doing. Who knows, maybe we'll have a little fun."

"As many times as I want?" Zacky echoed, smirking to himself. Watching the way that Hattie trembled was enough of a turn on for him and it was hard not to simply fuck her but he was going to drag it out just a bit longer. Palming himself through his jeans, he tsk'd as he listened to Hattie apologize. He already knew she was sorry, that she hadn't meant to but it didn't change his opinion on her whatsoever. With a roll of his eyes, Zacky reached forward with his free hand and couldn't help but smirk as he brushed his finger between her lips. He hadn't really been expecting to find that she was wet but she was and that just added fuel to the fire because now he knew that he could toy with her and see just how much pain was too much to turn her on.

Running his tongue over his bottom lip, Zacky smirked as he bent over Hattie. He gave a few sharp thrusts of his hips before pulling away, kicking her feet open a bit more so that he could have better access to her pussy. "Remember to count, Hattie," he reminded her, not bothering to give her any more time as he brought the spoon against her pussy with a snap of his wrist. He continued, unzipping his pants with his free hand.

Zacky dropped the spoon onto the counter once he had finished, smirking as he stepped up behind her. Running the tip of his cock between Hattie's pussy lips, Zacky couldn't help but let out a groan. Not caring to hear her beg, Zacky slammed into her. He set a harsh rhythm, reaching forward to cover Hattie's mouth with his hand. It served a duel purpose; keeping her in place and silencing any plea that she might have thought would get her any sort of mercy.

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Sidney sagged against the mattress when Matt's hand wrapped around her throat. She choked on a sob, her hands wrapping around his wrist. It was the only way that she could brace herself without thinking she may end up pissing off Matt. Her voice was hoarse by the time that Matt was finished and all Sidney could do was lay there when he pulled away. Not even acknowledging Matt's comment about her ass or Zacky, Sidney let out a small noise of pain as she realized she had to get up. She dragged in a deep breathe, reaching to brace her hands against the bed before she pushed off, moving a bit slower than she normally would. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry," was all Sidney could bring herself to say as she stumbled after Matt, flinching as the bathroom door was shut.

She shuddered as she started to undress, each time that she had to stretch causing a spasm of pain through her lower half. Sidney sniffled as she climbed into the shower, trying to ignore the sense of disgust that grew as she felt Matt's cum drip out of her. Grimacing, Sidney washed the cuts on her arm before moving onto the small one on her neck and cheek. She had finished washing her hair but just as she was reaching for the conditioner, Matt turned the water off and Sidney was left to wrap her arms around herself. She stepped out, quickly pulling her clothes on when Matt shoved them at her. Sidney wasn't about to complain about having to dress quickly because it was still some sort of physical barrier between her and Matt.

Sidney was almost relieved when Matt told her to get rest, only for fear to shoot through her at the mention of Hattie. She was completely exhausted and wanted nothing more than to fall asleep but she wouldn't, not if it meant helping Hattie. She started to shake her head, sitting bolt right up as she tried to reach out for Matt. "Nonono, please. Please don't hurt her," she begged, moving to her knees. She tugged on her wrist, a bit of desperation leaking through her voice. "I'll touch myself. I'll ride you. I don't care. Just please. Please don't hurt her." With a shaky hand, Sidney reached down to unbutton her pants, trying to show Matt she was willing to do just about anything to keep him occupied.

Hattie whimpered when she felt Zacky's hand between her legs. She knew he could feel that she was turned on, but she couldn't help it. She couldn't help the way her body reacted to something she usually liked very much. She just wanted to fall through the floor last night, she wanted to go back in time and not invite Matt and Zacky to stay at their campsite so that she and Sidney wouldn't have to go through any of this. Feeling Zacky thrusting against her, Hattie started to cry, because she knew what was coming and she knew there was nothing she could do to stop it. She was a bit distracted when Zacky kicked her feet apart and she nearly forgot to count when Zacky hit her pussy with the spoon. She clawed at the counter, trying and failing to find something to hold onto.

Hattie was glad when she heard the spoon hit the counter, but her relief was heartbreaking shortlived when he stepped up behind her. She didn't even realize he'd pulled himself out of his boxers until she felt his dick teasing along her slit and she opened her mouth to plead with him, but before she could get a single syllable out, Zacky had slammed into her, jolting her forward. Something between a mix of a whimper and a scream slipped out of Hattie's mouth, only to be silenced by Zacky's hand. She didn't want this, she didn't want this at all. Out of instinct, Hattie started to fight against Zacky, trying to force him away. She wasn't thinking about the consequences, she was just thinking about getting him to stop. No matter that she'd already taken Matt, who was larger and rougher than Zacky. She didn't want anyone to fuck her anymore. She just wanted to go home.

The thing that Hattie hated the most about this was the way her body reacted. If it were up to conscious choice, there would be no sort of reaction at all, other than the one of disgust that she felt. But she couldn't control her body and she couldn't control the climax she knew she would surely reach. She didn't want Zacky to think she enjoyed this, because she didn't. She hated every second of it. Hattie felt like nothing but a little whore because her body liked this and she knew that's what Zacky would think. Slumping against the counter, Hattie tried to shrink away from Zacky, squeezing her eyes shut as she caught her breath. She held a small hope that Zacky might actually let her rest now, but she wasn't going to get her hopes up.

---

Matt didn't really care that Sidney had washed her hair. He didn't want her sleeping in his bed if she was dirty and she was free to use her five-minute shower to do whatever she pleased. Matt smirked when watched the relief on Sidney's face transform into a look of panic when he mentioned Hattie. He loved to see that look of fear and he knew mentioning her friend was the way to get it, because Sidney was smart enough to know what he meant when he said they might have a little fun. Listening to Sidney's pleas only caused Matt's smirk to grow, a laugh actually slipping out of his mouth when she unbuttoned her pants. She was obviously desperate to keep him away from Hattie and Matt knew he could use that to his advantage.

"Who said I was going to hurt her?" Matt asked, feigning hurt. He placed his hand to his chest, shaking his head at Sidney. "I said we were going to have fun. Don't you believe me? I mean, if you're really that concerned, you can sit by and watch, just to make sure we don't hurt her. Or maybe I'll leave you up here, handcuffed to my bed, where you can't do anything to help your friend." Matt knew that would be just as bad if not worse for Sidney than actually watching what may or may not happen. He knew both Sidney and Hattie would put themselves through hell to stop the other one from being hurt and it would essentially be torture for Sidney to be stuck up here, both knowing and not knowing what was happening downstairs and not being able to do a thing.

"Don't worry, Sidney, we can have some more fun when I come back," Matt said, smiling at her. Reaching over her, he handcuffed her other wrist to the bed, smirking as he stood back up. "And you might really want to get some rest, because this might be your last chance." Giving Sidney a wink, Matt closed the door behind him as he slipped out of the room. He didn't even know if he would do anything but watch Zacky fuck with Hattie, but half of the fun was letting Sidney think he was down here hurting her friend. The more he messed with her mind, the more compliant she would be and the more likely to do every little thing he said. Smirking as he appeared in the kitchen, Matt leaned against the doorframe as he looked to Zacky. "I told Sidney I was coming down here to have a little fun with...her friend," Matt told him, waving his hand dismissively at Hattie. "But hell, I might just let her think we are, just to fuck with her head a little."

Zacky grunted as he leaned forward, pinning Hattie to the counter beneath his weight. He smirked when he felt her body begin to react, knowing full well that she didn't want any of this. The fact that she was unwillingly enjoying this just made it that much better to him. To know that he had this sort of control over her, that he could exercise it whenever he wanted. Now that he knew that Hattie enjoyed spanking, at the very least, he would be able to hold it over her head. He was already planning to do a bit more exploration so that he could truly find her limits but for now, Zacky was only focused on his pleasure as he fucked into her.

Looking up when Matt appeared in the doorway, Zacky smirked as his thrusts slowed momentarily. He listened to Matt's explanation, giving a quick nod of his head. "Little whore got all wet for me when I spanked her," he offered, grunting as he gave a particularly hard thrust into Hattie. He lingered for a moment, a smirk setting on his features as an idea dawned on him.

"Now, Matt. You don't have to touch her to enjoy her," Zacky said, running his tongue over his bottom lip. "Why don't you pull out your cock and cum all over her pretty little face? If she enjoyed a spanking, I'm sure she's hungry for cum for anyone she can get it from," he said, smirking at the whimper it caused from Hattie. Zacky moved his hand away from her mouth, reaching to wrap his fingers into her hair, yanking her head back. "Make sure you keep your eyes on him, whore. He likes eye contact, y'know."

"What's Sidney into, Hattie? Why don't you tell Matt all the horrible things your friend is into, help him get off faster. Then he might leave you alone..."

---

Sidney sobbed as Matt started to cuff her other hand to the bed, the sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach only growing. She wasn't even afraid of what Matt might do to her, purely upset because of what she was afraid was going to be done to Hattie. She would take both Matt and Zacky if it only meant that Hattie would get a respite from the abuse that she was suffering. Her chest heaved with how hard she cried, watching reluctantly as Matt disappeared out of the room.

It wasn't long before Sidney's exhaustion started to set in. She hadn't eaten in nearly twenty four hours so even if she had just been sitting at home, she would have been tired. With everything that Matt had put her through, Sidney had no stores of energy left. Her head started to drop and she would jerk to alertness, her eyes fluttering before she eventually drifted off into an uncomfortable sleep, her dreams plagued with images of what Matt had been doing to her.

Hattie's heart dropped when Matt entered the kitchen. She couldn't take both of them at the same time, she couldn't. The thought just made her skin crawl. She whimpered when Zacky gave a particularly hard thrust of his hips, wanting to just sink right through the floor as he spoke to Matt. It wasn't like she had a choice in the matter; she couldn't help the way her body reacted. As Zacky continued to speak, Hattie whimpered again, shaking her head frantically. She didn't want Matt's dick anywhere near her, even if she didn't have to touch it. She just wanted Zacky to finish fucking her. Hattie let out a noise of surprise and pain when Zacky tangled his fingers in her hair, forcing her to look at Matt. The other man smirked at her as he unzipped his jeans and pulled himself from his boxers.

"I...I don't know," Hattie stammered. That was a lie; she and Sidney had been friends for so long that they knew practically everything about each other, including their various kinks. But she knew telling Matt and Zacky what Sidney liked would only make things worse for her friend and that was the last thing Hattie wanted. As much as the idea made her skin crawl, she would be willing to let Zacky and Matt fuck her at the same time if it meant Sidney would be spared. She was sure Sidney would do the same thing for her. Hattie closed her eyes as Matt started to stroke himself, not wanting to watch. It was degrading enough to know that it was even happening without having to stare at Matt while he jerked off onto her face.

However, a few words from Matt had Zacky yanking hard on her hair, forcing Hattie to open her eyes. She couldn't stomach looking Matt in the eye, so she settled for staring at his chest, aware of his hand pumping his dick just outside of her field of vision. Hattie felt Zacky finally finish and then seconds later, Matt finished as well, releasing his cum onto her face. This had never been something she could see herself enjoying and Hattie couldn't help but shudder at the feeling. She could hear Matt saying something to Zacky, but she wasn't really listening to his words, and then Matt was heading back upstairs. "Can...Can I eat something now?" Hattie asked, her voice cautiously soft. "Or...Or c-clean off my face?"

---

Matt smirked as he listened to Zacky speak. He knew Hattie wasn't really enjoying this, but her body was. "Why Zack, that's a marvelous idea," Matt said, walking over to the two of them. He unzipped the zipper on his jeans, pulling himself from his boxers as he looked down at Hattie. Zacky's question to her peaked Matt's interest, but he wasn't surprised when Hattie didn't answer him. Most of the girls they brought back were willing to subject themselves to borderline torture to keep their friend safe and Hattie and Sidney seemed to be no exception. It was honestly pretty cute that they thought it would help.

Matt started to stroke himself, frowning when he saw that Hattie had her eyes closed. She was going to look at him whether she liked it or not. "Open your eyes, you fucking whore," he growled. A hard yank on her hair by Zacky forced Hattie to open her eyes and Matt smirked. He didn't even care that she wasn't looking at his face. It made him happy to know that she was that uncomfortable. As Matt's climax approached, he started to stroke himself faster, letting out a low groan as he finished onto her face. Tucking himself back into his boxers, Matt looked up at Zacky.

"Well Zack, I think the little whore enjoyed herself, don't you?" he asked, smirking. "Too bad she couldn't tell me what Sidney likes. I guess I'll just have to figure it out for myself. A little trial and error." Matt turned to head back upstairs to his room, frowning when he saw that Sidney was asleep on the bed. It was getting late and Matt would likely be heading to bed soon himself, but that didn't mean Sidney could rest before he was ready to let her. He slammed the door hard behind him, smiling when Sidney jerked awake. "Goodmorning, sweetheart," he said, his voice falsely sweet. "Did you sleep well? Oh, you didn't? Oh well." He shrugged his shoulders as he sat down on the side of the bed. "I should've taken you downstairs with me, Sidney. Then you could've watched me cum all over your whore friend's face. And she enjoyed it too, just like she enjoyed Zacky fucking her tight little pussy. Maybe tomorrow we'll do the same thing to you?"

Tucking himself back into his pants, Zacky fixed them before he looked up as Hattie started to speak. He tsk'd, shaking his head slowly as he studied her. Just looking at her with cum covering her face was a turn on and he was sure it would be easy to take her for a second time as his cock started to harden. "No, darling. It's either I make you a sandwich and you eat it or you clean yourself off. It's not going to be both, you haven't been good enough. Have you?" Zacky asked, raising an eyebrow as he tilted his head to the side. It was a rhetorical question because he didn't care one way or another what she thought of her behavior.

It also didn't really matter which Hattie chose because Zacky planned on making her clean herself off before taking her back into the bedroom. As much as her current state was a turn on, he didn't exactly want to get Matt's cum all over his sheets. Smirking when Hattie opted for a sandwich, Zacky turned and started to fix her a rather boring sandwich. Though he was sure it would be delicious to her because it had been so long since she last had anything to eat. He briefly wondered if Sidney had eaten recently but that wasn't his business nor did he actually care for her well being.

Zacky gripped Hattie's bicep, leading her up the stairs a bit hurriedly once she had finished eating. He shoved her into the bathroom, his eyes narrowing. "Clean yourself off and hurry the fuck up unless you want to get cum on my sheets. See how that turns out for your little ass, huh?"

---

Sidney jolted awake when the door was slammed open. Panic flooded her and it was evident on her features as she tried to sit up. When she wasn't able to because of the cuffs, Sidney was brought right back down to reality. She was reminded of her situation all over again and her stomach soured at the thought alone. A gulp travelled down her throat as Sidney looked up to Matt, his words making her want to cry. She wanted so badly to comfort Hattie but it simply wasn't possible. What could she possibly do to convince both Matt and Zacky to let them have time together? She didn't think there was anything and she certainly wasn't about to ask, knowing what they would probably require from the girls to allow such a thing to happen.

Pulling her legs up sharply when Matt sat down on the edge of the bed, Sidney's stomach growled and she grimaced because she could do nothing to conceal it. Matt seemed to enjoy mental games almost as much as he liked physically torturing her and starving her, it was the best of both words. A shudder ran down her spine as she looked away from Matt, refusing to even comment on what Matt had mentioned. What was she even supposed to say?

"Can i... have maybe a small bowl of cereal? Or even a piece of toast or... something..." Sidney trailed off, not even caring that she likely sounded pathetic to Matt. She was starving and whatever resolve she normally had was completely destroyed during her little rest.

Hattie's heart fell when Zacky started to speak. She should've known it was too much to ask for food and a chance to clean herself off. And as much as she hated the feeling of Matt's cum on her face, she wasn't going to pass up a chance to eat something. "I...I want a sandwich," Hattie said softly. She crossed her arms over her chest as she watched Zacky make her sandwich, trying to cover herself up as much as possible. She wished Zacky would let her get dressed again but she knew better than to ask. She was quickly learning that it was best to just sit back and let Zacky tell her when to do things instead of asking.

When Zacky placed the sandwich in front of her, Hattie wasted no time in practically inhaling it. She didn't care how stupid or pathetic she looked, she was absolutely starving. It wasn't a particularly spectacular sandwich, but to Hattie, it was delicious. As soon as she was finished eating, Zacky was dragging her upstairs by her arm. She was expecting to be shoved onto the bed, so when Zacky took her to the bathroom instead, Hattie was pleasantly surprised. His words jolted her into action and she quickly turned on the faucet, splashing water onto her face until she no longer felt any of Matt's cum on her face. She realized quickly that she should've taken the time to turn on the hot water because now she was so cold she was shivering. She just wanted her clothes back.

"C-Can I please put my clothes back on?" Hattie asked, stammering. "Please...Please. I...I'm cold. Please." Hattie wasn't sure how well her begging would go over with Zacky, since so far it hadn't worked out so well. But what else was she supposed to do? Zacky wouldn't just let her do anything. She had to ask for it and despite being here less than twenty-four hours, she knew Zacky probably wanted her to look as pathetic and degraded as possible while she asked. "I-I'll be good, I promise."

---

Matt smirked as he watched Sidney. The look on her face as he told her what they'd done to Hattie made things even better. He was just getting ready to get up and change clothes for bed when he heard Sidney's stomach growl. He knew she had to be absolutely starving, but he wasn't going to feed her anything until she broke down and begged. And coincidentally, it seemed that Sidney had finally reached that point because the next words out of her mouth were begging Matt for food. "Well since you asked so nicely..." Matt said, smirking at Sidney. "I guess you can have something to eat."

Matt reached over to undo the handcuffs on Sidney's wrists, getting to his feet. He gripped her upper arm and yanked her to her feet as well, roughly shoving her forward as they made their way downstairs. "Sit," he ordered, shoving her down onto a stool at the kitchen island. He smirked at her. "Maybe tomorrow I'll bend you over this island and fuck you like Zacky did to your little friend," he said. He turned away from Sidney, deciding he might as well just make her a sandwich. Giving her something she'd asked for would be too nice of him. Matt made a plain ham sandwich, unceremoniously tossing the plate down in front of Sidney.

"You've got five minutes to eat," he told her. He crossed his arms over his chest as he leaned against the island. "I'm tired and I'm ready to go to bed. So if you actually want to sleep, I'd suggest you hurry." Matt knew it wouldn't take five full minutes for Sidney to finish her sandwich. By the way her stomach had been growling a few minutes ago, it probably wouldn't take her five seconds to eat. When she was finished, Matt put the plate into the sink and dragged Sidney upstairs, shoving her into the bedroom and shutting the door behind him. Locking the door, he turned to Sidney. "If you need to use the bathroom, I'd suggest you do it now," Matt told her. "Otherwise you'll be holding it until morning. And I don't think you want to know what will happen if you piss in my bed."

Zacky had no intention whatsoever of ever letting Hattie have her clothes back. There was just no fun in that for him and if there was no fun for him, why would he even do it? Smirking to himself, Zacky gave a slow shake of his head. "Now, why would I go and let you do that? I mean, you look so much better like that," he said, his eyes sweeping over her frame. He let out an appreciative groan, reaching down to palm himself through his jeans.

He turned, stepping over to his dresser. Zacky produced one of his larger shirts, deciding that it was enough for Hattie to wear. It was like he was claiming her as his property by forcing her to wear his clothes and that was just one more reason for him to toss the shirt in her direction. Besides, it left her holes to easy access if he decided he needed something warm around his cock. The thought sparked an idea in the back of his mind and Zacky was left smirking as he climbed into bed after stripping down to his boxers.

Reaching out, Zacky slid his arm around Hattie's waist and yanked her close. "If you try and run, Sidney pays for your mistakes. So you might want to remember that when you think about running tonight," he whispered in her ear, brushing his thumb over her thigh. "Goodnight, darling." Zacky settled back, not the least bit worried that Hattie may try to run. Not if it meant Sidney being punished if she managed to get out of the room without waking him up.

---

Sidney winced as she was pulled to her feet, stumbling forward and all but running down the stairs in an attempt to keep Matt from actually throwing her down them. Her heart was racing as she followed him into the kitchen, flinching as she was shoved onto one of the kitchen stools. Her stomach dropped at his comment, quickly looking away from the island. Knowing this was where Hattie had been fucked by Zacky and likely the same spot where Matt had cum on her face made Sidney sick. She hated that her best friend was suffering, it just wasn't fair. Biting back a sob, Sidney felt a shudder run down her spine.

All but launching at the sandwich when Matt placed it down in front of her, Sidney scarfed it down. She was completely starving and she had no idea when she would get the chance to eat again. It seemed like it was Matt's objective to make her life miserable in just about any way that he could. Following Matt back up the stairs, Sidney was quiet as she was shoved back into the bedroom. She looked up at the mention of the bathroom, giving a quick nod before she disappeared into the bathroom. She didn't mess around, reappearing not more than two minutes later. Sidney didn't want Matt to think that she was trying anything funny.

Sidney hesitated a moment before she climbed into the bed, pressing herself against the wall. She refused to look up at Matt, her heart racing. "T-Thank you," she stuttered, pausing to clear her throat. "For letting me eat, I mean." Sidney hoped that if she showed she understood who was in charge and that she should be thankful for just about everything from him, that Matt might start being a bit nicer to her.

[it's a little short because, well, they're asleep ]

Hattie's heart fell when Zacky started to speak, since it seemed like he was once again going to deny her request to get dressed. She'd been naked for so long and she hated being so exposed, especially with the way Zacky looked at her. She sputtered a thank you when Zacky tossed a shirt in her direction, eagerly pulling it over her head and smoothing it down to cover as much or herself as possible. Hattie would've preferred to put on a pair of underwear as well, but she wasn't going to press her luck. Besides, she was sure Zacky had his reasons for wanting her naked underneath the shirt, reasons that made Hattie's skin crawl. She was a bit reluctant to lay so close to Zacky, but the exhaustion that was quickly overtaking her was overriding that uncertainty. She crawled underneath the covers, squeezing her eyes shut when Zacky pulled her close.

Hattie believed every word he said when he told her Sidney would pay for her indiscretions. The thought of Sidney being punished for her wrongdoings was enough to keep her in the bed no matter what. It took longer than she expected for Hattie to fall asleep but as she slowly drifted off, she curled in on herself, a subconscious way of protecting herself from Zacky. She had no way of knowing what she would wake up to OR if tomorrow would be the last day she even woke up. Zacky had told her he was going to kill her eventually. It might be tomorrow, especially since Hattie couldn't seem to do a damn thing right when it came to him.

---

Matt couldn't help but chuckle at the way Sidney threw herself at the sandwich he'd placed in front of her. It made him happy to see her so broken, so desperate for something to eat that she practically inhaled what he'd given her. Once he had her back upstairs, he wasn't surprised at all when she quickly darted into the bathroom, smart enough not to waste any time at all as she did her business and came back out into the bedroom. He watched Sidney as she climbed into the bed, scoffing at her words. It seemed like she was finally beginning to understand that he was in charge but that didn't mean things would be any easier for her. "You'd better be grateful," he said as he stripped down to his boxers. "I could've let you starve. But I'm a little bit nicer than that. And besides, if you don't eat then you're just limp and I don't like fucking little ragdolls."

Matt smirked as he climbed into bed, putting himself between Sidney and the door. It was locked with multiple deadbolts, so there was no way she would be able to get out without at least waking him. And he had his switchblade within easy reach just in case she got any ideas. "Just in case you get it in your head to run..." Matt reached around to tap his switchblade, reminding Sidney of it's existence. "Your little friend won't look quite as pretty as she did yesterday. And you won't, either. So you'd better stay put." He knee Sidney wouldn't move a muscle if she thought he would hurt Hattie. And he wouldn't cut her if Zacky didn't give permission, but he could still do something to hurt the other girl if Sidney tried to make a break for it. "Better try and get some rest, sweetheart," Matt said. "You might have a rather rude wake-up call tomorrow morning."

{Not acceptable }

Zacky awoke in the morning, sitting up after he stretched his arms above his head. He wasn't able to contain his smirk when he looked over, seeing Hattie resting uneasily. He knew that she probably hadn't slept very well at all. In fact, he wouldn't be surprised to learn that she had just very recently managed to fall asleep. It was almost a shame. His smirk grew as he turned to face Hattie fully, his eyes roaming over the shirt he'd given her to wear the night before. It was his mark on her and that was enough to make him want to take her as his own. Again and again until there was nothing left of her for anyone else to have.

Carefully pushing his shorts down, Zacky tossed them off the edge of the bed. He laid between her legs, reaching between their bodies to give his cock a few pumps with his hand. Already half aroused from his dreams, it took no time at all before he was ready to wake Hattie. He didn't waste any more time, sliding into Hattie in one, quick thrust of his hips. Chuckling as Hattie's eyes flew open, Zacky's eyes caught hers. "Morning, sweetheart," he grunted as he began to fuck her at a lazier pace than normal.

---

Sidney hated laying beside Matt like it was just a normal couple spending their evening together. She flinched when he taped the switchblade on his dresser but that was all the reaction she gave him, completely exhausted and unable to offer any sort of resistance. Despite how tired she was, Sidney couldn't bring herself to sleep. She laid there with her free arm wrapped tightly around herself as she stared at the wall. She could feel her eyelids getting heavier and heavier but she wasn't about to fall asleep. She knew what she would face if she did.

At some point, Sidney had fallen asleep despite herself. She jolted awake with the first ray of sun that peaked through the blinds, lifting her head to study the brightness for a moment before she dropped back against the pillow. She hoped that Matt would stay asleep for a long while, not wanting to be anywhere near him while he was awake. Even this close while he was asleep was enough to make her sick to her stomach.

Hattie had no idea how long she was asleep before she felt herself starting to stir. But she fought it as hard as she can, her body screaming out for more sleep and more rest. And she'd almost managed to drift back off when she felt a stinging pain inbetween her legs and her eyes shot open, instantly finding Zacky's. She knew what was going on and without really thinking, she started to fight back. She wasn't thinking about the previous day and how much pain she'd suffered at Zacky's hands. All Hattie was thinking that she'd just woken up and he was raping her again she just wanted it to stop.

Then suddenly it hit Hattie like a ton of bricks what she was doing and she went still. As much as she hated this, as much as feeling Zacky inside of her made her skin crawl, Hattie knew that fighting back would only make things worse. She didn't want to risk any more punishment or have Zacky be as rough with her as he had been yesterday, since even Hattie had to admit that he was almost being easy on her right now. And she certainly didn't want to risk him taking any of his anger towards her out on Sydney. Hattie would let Zacky and Matt both fuck her over and over if it meant that Sydney wouldn't suffer any consequences. She wished there was something she could do to keep her friend safe, but even Hattie knew that was impossible.

When Zacky finally moved off of her, Hattie turned onto her side, once again curling into a ball. She had no idea what today would hold for her, but she didn't see how it could be worse than yesterday. Yesterday she'd been dragged from her campsite by her hair and hunted like an animal before being locked in this house with two reincarnations of Satan himself. The only way that today could be worse than yesterday was if Zacky decided he was done with her and killed her, although if this was her life now, Hattie wouldn't mind if Zacky just ended things for her. The only thing that stopped her from just asking him to kill her was the thought of leaving Sydney behind, alone.

---

Despite the trouble he knew Sydney would have falling asleep, it took Matt no time at all to doze off. It never did. It wasn't like he had a conscience. He felt no guilt over the pain and torture he was putting Sydney through, just like he'd never felt any over any of the other girls. Even when he and Zacky had girls, Matt had always been an early riser. He preferred to get his day started early and besides, waking the girls early when he knew they hadn't gotten much sleep made things easier for Matt. But unlike most of the girls he'd had, Sydney was already awake when Matt finally stirred. He looked over at her with a smirk, groaning as he stretched before he shoved her down onto the bed and crawled over her.

"Did you sleep well, sweetheart?" Matt asked, his voice falsely sweet. He settled between her legs, reaching down to tug her shorts down. Next came her underwear and then Matt reached into his own boxers, giving himself a few lazy pumps with his hand. "I slept fantastic, like a baby." Matt paused only for a second to line himself up with Sydney's entrance before he pushed into her, groaning softly. To him, there was almost no better to start a day than with something warm around his dick, whether that was an ass, pussy, or mouth. And he would do this every day until he decided he was tired of Sydney and got rid of her, so it was a good idea for her to get used to it.

Despite having just woken up, Matt chose a pace that he knew would hurt Sydney, would make her sore and might even make her lash out or fight against him. And a small part of him hoped that she did because that would only give him an excuse to fuck her again. Not that he needed one. When Matt felt himself drawing close to his orgasm, he reluctantly pulled out of Sydney, dragging her up by her hair and pressing his dick against her lips. "Wrap those pretty little lips of yours around my dick, sweetheart, finish me off," he told her. When she finally opened her mouth, Matt shoved himself roughly inside, fucking her mouth until he finished down her throat. "Well, I don't know about you, Sydney, but I definitely feel refreshed," Matt said, smirking as he tucked himself back into his boxers. "Don't get any of that on my sheets, little whore. Unless you want me to take your other hole, too? Because I definitely wouldn't mind."

Of all the things that Zacky had been expecting when Hattie woke up, he hadn't expected her to try and fight him off. Boy was he happy when she did though because it was just another reason to torture her, to punish her for doing something that was natural to her. He smirked when she lashed out, smacking him across the face. "That all you have, whore? I know you want this, should just stop fighting it," Zacky hissed as he reached out, gripping Hattie's wrist so tightly in his hand that he knew it would take no time at all to bruise. He growled when she moved to scratch him with her other hand, catching her wrist with his own free hand and forcing it down so that he could hold both of her wrists in one hand. Zacky finished fucking Hattie, pulling out of her just before he came, cumming all over her pussy. He knew it would only serve to help Hattie feel more disgusting, like a used whore and that was exactly what he wanted.

Zacky wasn't even going to address the fact that she had fought against him any more than he already had. Not until after he had breakfast. It would give Hattie more time to stew in her fear. He knew that she had realized she was doing the moment that she froze. They both knew it. Zacky groaned as he stood up, not even saying anything else to Hattie as he pulled on a pair of sweatpants before leaving the room. He made sure to lock the door behind him before he headed downstairs for a quick bowl of cereal. Zacky already wanted to go back upstairs and punish Hattie but making her sit and stew in her fear was all that much more fun for him.

Whistling lowly as he headed back up the stairs once he had finished, Zacky lingered out front of the door before he finally entered the room. He shut the door, leaning against it as he crossed his arms. "Hattie, darling. Do you have anything you want to say to me?" He asked, raising an eyebrow as he tilted his head to the side. Would Hattie be smart enough to attempt to apologize to him or would the cat have her tongue? Either way, Zacky would win and he didn't care what way this went.

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Sidney started to shake as Matt forced her to lay back, knowing full well what was coming her way. She knew that she couldn't fight him off but that didn't upset her any less as Matt started to fuck her unceremoniously. She groaned, remembering how angry he had been the day before when she made pained noises. But this time, Matt just seemed to keep going. He wasn't going to stop any time soon and it was one particularly hard thrust that caused Sidney to cry out, that also pushed her over the edge. Sidney reached out, smacking Matt as hard as she could, making sure to get him with her nails as she started to struggle under him. She squirmed, trying so desperately to get out from under him that she hadn't even seen it coming when Matt forced her head down on his cock. She had twisted this way and that, just desperate to get away from Matt and now, his cock was shoved down her throat.

Gagging around him, Sidney coughed as Matt started to cum down her throat. She glared up at him, spitting his cum out toward him. She was just so angry and frustrated that she had no choice in what was happening. Matt had total control and she was mad about that. She was going to make sure Matt knew it too. "Fuck you," she spat, scrambling away from him. The only thing close enough to her that she could use as a weapon was the lamp on the nightstand so she grabbed that, holding it tightly in both of her hands. She held it out in front of her, her glare hardening even as Matt straightened to his full height.

"You're going to burn in hell for this. You're not going to get away with it and so help me God, when the cops find me, I'm not going to hold back. I'm going to tell them every little single thing you do and you're going to rot in prison for the rest of your life. Then and only then will you go to hell!" Sidney spat her words, her knuckles turning white around the lamp. When Matt started to take a step closer to her, she swung with it as hard as she could. "Stay the fuck away from me!"

Hattie didn't move even as Zacky left the room. She curled even more tightly around herself, clutching her wrists to her chest. She knew they weren't broken or anything like that but Zacky had gripped them tightly enough that they were sore and she knew they would bruise. If the situation were any different, Hattie might have fallen asleep. But she couldn't, not knowing that Zacky was just downstairs, likely thinking up some way to punish her for lashing out at him. And the longer he was gone, the more Hattie's fear grew, the more her thoughts ran away from her. Was there possibly anything Zacky could do to that was worse that anything he'd already done? Hattie wasn't sure that there was. But then again, Zacky was easily one of the evilest, most sadistic people she'd ever had the displeasure of meeting, so she knew he would be the one to think of something worse.

Hattie heard Zacky before she saw him again. She finally moved into a sitting position, moving back against the headboard as the bedroom door opened again. She went completely still as Zacky spoke, his words sparking a new sense of dread in her stomach. She knew he wanted an apology, but would giving into him make things better or worse for her? Would hearing her beg for forgiveness make Zacky feel sorry enough for her to let her rest for just a little while or would he twist her words around on her? There was no way for Hattie to know for sure and she hated every bit of it. But in the end, she couldn't stop the words from spilling out. She was operating in survival mode and she would do anything to gain even the slightest bit of sympathy.

"I'm sorry," Hattie whimpered. "I shouldn't have...I shouldn't have lashed out at you. I should have just let you ra--" Hattie paused, realizing that was likely the worst word she could use. "Let you do what you wanted. I'm sorry. Please, I'm...so s-sorry." She didn't think she'd felt more defeated than she did right now. This man held her life in his hands and there was nothing she could do about it, just like there was nothing she could do to stop herself from starting to cry. Hattie drew her legs up to her chest, pressing her face into her knees as she started to sob. "I just want to go home," she whimpered.

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Matt was honestly prepared to ignore Sydney fighting back in the interest of keeping his mood light for as long as possible, but when she spit his cum out onto the bed, he didn't give a damn about that anymore. He watched her grab the lamp from the bedside table as he straightened up to his full height, wondering if she knew what a dire mistake she'd just made. "I'm going to hell, huh?" Matt repeated. He took a step towards Sydney, stepping back when she swung the lamp at him. Lunging forward, he snatched it from her, ripping the cord from the wall before he tossed it hard across the room where it shattered against the opposite wall. He wrapped his hand around Sydney's throat, slamming her against the headboard.

"I've got news for you, sweetheart," Matt growled in her face. He tightened his grip, smirking as the panic flared in her eyes. "You're going to hell, too. That's where little whores go. So I guess we'll see each other again in the end, huh?" As he listened to Sydney gasp for breath, Matt was honestly a bit tempted to just kill her now. It wouldn't be that hard to find another girl to replace her. But there was no fun in that. She needed to be punished for what she'd done. And Matt was certainly angry enough to do that. Letting go of Sydney's neck, he grabbed his switchblade from the dresser before he took a rough grip on her hair. He tugged her out of the room and over to the top of the stairs, shoving her down.

"Oops, that probably hurt a little, didn't it?" Matt called down to her. He lingered there for only a few seconds before he followed her down, once again pulling her up by her hair. "Stupid little bitch, I hope you realize how big of a mistake you just made," he hissed in her ear. He opened the switchblade, dragging it lightly across her neck. It wouldn't cut her deeply, just enough for it to sting. Trailing the blade slowly down her torso, Matt tightened his grip on her hair. "You should know better than that by now. But oh well. If you didn't before, you certainly will now." Matt changed the grip he had on the blade, pulling back and driving the knife hilt-deep into Sydney's thigh.