Run, Little Red.

Hattie really didn't feel like she'd been asleep all that long when she started to stir. It felt like someone was pulling off her pants and she fought back weakly in her sleep. It wasn't until she felt Zacky crawling over the top of her that she truly woke up and even then it took her a few seconds to realize what was happening. Hattie wondered what she possibly could have done to piss Zacky off but she supposed it didn't really matter. It seemed like everything she did pissed him off and regardless of what she'd done this time, he was still raping her because of it.

"Stop," Hattie pleaded, resting her hands on Zacky's shoulders. She pushed, trying vainly to shove him away. When this didn't work, she started to try and roll away, but Zacky was too heavy to move. "Please...I'm sorry," Hattie stammered. She continued to fight against Zacky's grip as she started to cry. "Stop!" In the back of her mind, Hattie knew that continuing to fight back against Zacky would only make things worse for her. But she couldn't stand this, couldn't stand having him inside of her. It made her feel disgusting and she just wanted it to stop.

"Please...please stop," Hattie sobbed. She knew her pleading was falling on deaf ears but she didn't care. It wasn't like things could get any worse than they already are and to her, it seemed like Zacky enjoyed her begging and pleading. "Get off of me!" she shouted. She started hitting Zacky on the shoulders. She was swinging blindly and somehow managed to accidentally catch him on the temple with one of her hands.

---

Matt could tell that Sidney was starting to feel nauseated. She obviously wasn't a heavy drinker and this amount of liquor was getting to her pretty quickly. He watched her until she took the final shot, reaching out to take the glass from her. He was surprised when she stood suddenly but he knew she was going to be sick so he didn't say anything until she fell to her knees and threw up all over the side of his bed. "God, you stupid bitch, didn't you just hear me tell you not to throw up on my bed?" Matt growled. He reached down and grabbed a fistful of Sidney's hair, yanking her to her feet. He dragged her to the bathroom and threw her unceremoniously into the bathtub with her clothes still on, turning on the hot water. It would most likely burn her, but he didn't care.

"You want to clean yourself up, well go ahead," Matt said, a smirk settling on his face. "Better make it fast, unless you want to burn yourself. Oh yeah, and you've got some fucking laundry to do." He left Sidney in the tub a little longer than he normally would have, wanting her to suffer a little for throwing up on his bedsheets. Once she'd washed the vomit from her clothes, he yanked her back out and dragged her back into the bedroom. "Take the sheets off of my bed," he ordered gruffly. "All of them, even the pillow cases." Once Sidney had managed to collect his bedsheets, Matt took her downstairs to their laundry room, shoving her inside.

"When I come down here tomorrow, all this shit had better be clean," Matt said, gesturing to the bedsheets. "Sleep if you want, I don't give a fuck. Just clean my sheets." Without another word, he closed the door behind him, slamming the lock into place. He knew that as drunk as she was, even something as simple as laundry would be a difficult task for Sidney. But she should've thought about that before she threw up all over his damn sheets. She was lucky he had a fresh set to put on so he could sleep or she would be in even deeper shit than she already was.

@ castle.

{fuck. i come back and then like, two days later end up catching the death and being back on mornings at work instead of nights helped kick my ass, too. fuck. i've been horrible the past month... i'm sorry}

The thing that Hattie was going to have to learn at some point in the near future was that she was never going to be able to please Zacky. She was never really going to be able to avoid being beaten and raped because Zacky was a man of dark pleasures that he would go to any lengths necessary to sate. He had proved that in the past, time and time again with each girl that he had kidnapped and made his. Zacky had never known the word 'no' as a child and that was a problem that had been carried over into adult hood, it meant that even before he had kidnapped his very first victim, there had been other girls - girls that had been too drunk to say no. Or maybe too drunk to realize what was happening... or to care.

Letting out a dry chuckle as Hattie began to stir, it only spurred him on. He angled his hips so that he could fuck her deeper, gripping Hattie's hips in a death grip, to keep her in place. Grunting in her ear, Zacky shook his head as he pressed a kiss to her shoulder. "Stop? Who. The. Hell. Is. In. Charge. Here?!" Zacky demanded, slamming his hips with each word spoken. If she thought she was going to be able to start making demands on him, Zacky wasn't going to stop any time soon until she realized exactly who was in charge because it certainly wasn't her.

Zacky stopped moving out of nowhere, when Hattie's fist connected with the side of his head. He huffed, glaring down at the back of her head. When he spoke, it was eerily calm. "Is there anything you wanna say to me?" he spoke, tilting his head to the side. Zacky laced his fingers into her hair, forcing her to turn her head to the side so he could watch the emotions playing out on her features.

---

Sidney found herself blinking at her lap as her heart thudded in her chest. She knew that what she had just done was wrong but she couldn't figure out why. it was wrong. She simply wasn't able to piece things together the way she should have been. Wincing as Matt dragged her to her feet, Sidney stumbled after him, barely able to so much as keep her feet moving before she found herself being tossed into the tub. Yelping as her head smacked against the shower tile, Sidney looked up to Matt with a slight frown. "I-I..." she trailed off, her brows pulling together as another wave of nausea washed over her. She managed to contain herself this time , only gagging slightly.

Jolting away from the warmth of the water, Sidney's eyes widened as she tried to scramble away from it. But she was in a tub and there was nowhere for her to go. Sidney let out a broken sob, realizing with horror that until she cleaned herself off, Matt wasn't going to show her any sort of mercy. Breathing a sigh of relief when Matt finally pulled her out, Sidney struggled as she pulled the sheets and pillow cases off. She looked up when she had managed to pull the last pillow free, stumbling after Matt as he dragged her down the stairs.

---

By the time the next morning had rolled around, Sidney had managed to wash the sheets and put the sheets into the dryer. The only thig she had missed was pressing the 'on' button on the dryer, the sheets were still soaked but Sidney had no way of knowing that or a way of correcting it because she was curled into a ball beside the dryer, fast asleep.

[it's alright, shit happens ]

Hattie let out a whimper of pain as Zacky started to slam his hips into her. She didn't know if he was actually expecting an answer from her but either way she planned on keeping her mouth shut, knowing that there likely wasn't anything she could say that would make things better. When Hattie felt her fist connect with Zacky's temple, she knew immediately that she fucked up horribly. She expected an immediate and violent reaction from Zacky so when he was calm, she was incredibly nervous. She knew she would likely pay for this later. She whimpered again as she felt Zacky's fingers tangle in her hair, feeling several strands being pulled out by the roots.

Hattie knew Zacky was watching her, but she didn't bother to hold back her tears. "I'm sorry," she sobbed. "I just..." She stopped, not really sure what she could say there. Certainly nothing that would make this situation any better. It was in her best interest to just lay there and let Zacky finish fucking her. That would very likely be what the remainder of her life would consist of. Allowing Zacky to do as he pleased to and with her to keep him happy. It was a terrible way to live and the thought had Hattie once again almost wishing that Zacky would just go ahead and kill her. But she knew that she couldn't leave Sidney alone to deal with both Matt and Zacky, so Hattie would continue to fight until she just couldn't anymore.

Hattie laid as still as she possibly could, squeezing her eyes shut as Zacky continued to fuck her. When she finally felt Zacky moving off of her, she turned on to her side, curling in on herself without a single thought as to the mess she might be getting on Zacky's sheets. Her main concentration was trying to forget how absolutely disgusting she felt. She wished she could take a shower but she didn't dare ask Zacky for the privilege, especially after what he'd done to her the last time she'd taken a bath.

---

Back in his bedroom, Matt went about putting his fresh set of sheets on his bed. Given his and Zacky's...hobby, it was imperative that he had a spare set of sheets. Once he had his sheets and pillowcases on, he wasted no time in stripping down to his boxers and climbing into his bed. When he woke up the next morning, Matt didn't immediately head downstairs to the laundry room. Sidney was locked down there, it wasn't like she was going anywhere. And he wanted to shower before he headed downstairs to deal with her. He showered quickly, taking a little time to trim up his beard before he finally headed downstairs to the laundry room.

Unlocking and opening the door, Matt frowned when he saw Sidney asleep on the floor next to the dryer. She must have passed out at some point last night and honestly, he didn't really care as long as his sheets were clean. When he opened the washing machine and found it empty, Matt went next to the dryer, reaching in to grab his sheets. He wasn't paying enough attention to realize that they were still soaking wet until he touched them and he immediately snatched his hand back. "Hey!" he yelled, looking down at Sidney. "Why the fuck are my sheets still soaking fucking wet?"

When he didn't didn't an immediate reaction, Matt reached down to yank Sidney up by her hair. If she hadn't been woken up by his shouting, she was certainly awake now. "You useless little whore," he growled. "I gave you a simple job and you couldn't get it done. Why the hell are my sheets still wet? Fucking slut, the only thing you're good for is a warm place to shove my cock." Slamming the dryer shut, Matt set the timer for one hour before pressing start. Tightening his grip in Sidney's hair, he dragged her out of the laundry room and back upstairs to his bedroom, tossing her onto the bed.

@ castle.

"Sorry for what, you stupid little whore?!" Zacky spat in anger, giving another yank to Hattie's hair. "You what?" He demanded, giving another thrust of his hips. He shifted his legs so that he could angle his hips and fuck Hattie harder. It was only for the punishment it would force the girl through; so long as Zacky got off in one way or another, he didn't really care how it was done. Dropping his head forward, he peppered Hattie's shoulder blade with feather light kisses - forcing her back against his cock as he tightened his grip on her hips.

"At least you're good for something," Zacky hissed as he pulled out of her. He smirked, smacking her ass as he stood back to his full height. He pulled his pants back on, paying no attention to Hattie until he had fixed the zipper on his jeans. Looking back to her, his eyes narrowed as anger spiked through his veins. "What the fuck do you think you're doing?!" Zacky demanded, reaching out to grip Hattie's hair. He jerked her up, yanking her head down to where her feet just had been. Zacky shoved her face toward the spot of cum that had leaked out of her.

"Fucking lick it up!" Zacky shouted, shoving her nose into it. His eyes flickered down to where more had spilled out of her, from where she was being forced to kneel now. "Then you can start with the rest of the mess you seem to think is acceptable to make on my damned bed!" Zacky growled, pointing to the other mess on her.

---

Sidney was positive that when she'd fallen asleep, the dryer was running so when she was woken by Matt angrily pulling her to her feet, she let out a sharp cry. Tears filled her eyes as she tried to reach up and pry his grip away from her. She blinked several times over before ultimately squinting up at Matt, confused for a moment before she realized what he was even going on and on about. "I-I.." she started, grimacing as Matt started dragging her toward the stairs. Her head was pounding and her stomach churned with each movement that she took. "M-Matt.." she croaked, her mouth felt like sandpaper from how dry it was.

Gritting her teeth when Matt threw her against the bed, Sidney rolled over so she was facing Matt. She backed away from him, her eyes widening at the pure rage emanating from Matt. She let out a small sob as she shook her head, holding her hands up in a weak attempt to reason with Matt. She was terrified and at the moment, that was all that she really knew.

"I-I'm sorry, Matt," she paused, trying to wet her lips. "I.. I shouldn't.. I didn't mean to.. to puke. Last night. And I'm sorry I didn't get your sheets dry," Sidney was trying to reason with him, knowing that there was nothing she could do to make him stop but she hoped that if she could at least reason with Matt, then he might be a little bit easier on her.

Hattie could feel the mess trickling out of her but she didn't give it much thought until Zacky was screaming at her, yanking her up by her hair. She let out a cry of pain, trying vainly to loosen his grip as her face was shoved against the mattress. She felt like a dog having its nose rubbed into its mess. When Zacky started yelling at her to lick it up, Hattie shook her head. She didn't want to do that, couldn't do that. She already felt disgusting enough as it was. But she knew she didn't have much of a choice. And refusing would only make things worse for her. Forcing back a whimper, Hattie very reluctantly started to lick up the mess she'd made. This was so degrading and it made Hattie want to cry.

By the time she was finished, Hattie's stomach was turning to the point that she was afraid she might throw up. But she knew throwing up anywhere in this room would only make Zacky angrier and that was the last thing that Hattie wanted. So she stayed as still as she possibly could before the feelings of nausea ebbed away. "I...I can wash the sheets," Hattie said softly, barely glancing up at Zacky. "If...If you want." She knew there was no way her licking up the mess would be clean enough for Zacky and she wanted to do whatever she could to sway the situation in her favor. But there was also no way she was going to move a single muscle until Zacky said so. She didn't want to risk any more punishment. She couldn't handle it.

From downstairs, Hattie suddenly heard a short scream and she knew it was Sidney. Her first instinct was to run to her friend, to protect her, but she knew it would only make things worse. It had last time. So Hattie remained knelt on the bed, listening to the sounds of Matt dragging Sidney upstairs and down the hall to his bedroom. Once again, Hattie was kicking herself. If she hadn't insisted that they go out camping, they wouldn't be in this mess. They wouldn't have been raped and tortured and they wouldn't have to die at the hands of these maniacs.

---

As he looked at Sidney cowering on the bed, Matt almost felt sorry for her. But it passed almost as quickly as it came and as he listened to her half-assed apology, that short-lived sympathy was replaced once again by his temper. "You're sorry?" Matt repeated. "You made a mess of my sheets and couldn't bother to stay awake to get them clean and you're sorry? Guess what. That's not fucking good enough. And I might have been a little lenient if you'd managed to finish washing my sheets but since you're not even competent enough to do that, I'm not going to be so nice. So get on your fucking back. It's about the only position you're any use in."

Once Sidney had laid down on the bed, Matt reached forward and grabbed a fistful of her hair. He dragged her towards the edge of the bed until her head was just barely hanging off, looking down at her with a smirk. Reaching down, he palmed himself through his jeans for a few seconds before undoing his zipper. "The less you fight, the sooner this will be over," he told Sidney, still smirking as he pulled his cock out of his pants. "And if you do a good job, I might give you a little break. After you finish washing my fucking sheets, of course." Giving himself a few quick pumps with his hands, Matt pressed his tip to Sidney's lips, forcing his cock into her mouth. He kept going until he'd forced himself all the way down her throat, once again grabbing a fistful of her hair to make sure her head stayed exactly where he wanted it to stay.

Instead of moving his hips, Matt used his grip on Sidney's hair to move her head up and down his cock. He could feel her gagging around him but that only made him smirk and he moved her head faster. "This is all your fault, you know," Matt growled. "If you weren't completely incompetent, this might not be the only use I got out of you. So fucking choke on it, you did this to yourself. And who knows, maybe when I'm done I'll see if Zacky will let me try the same thing with your poor little friend. As a little test. See which one of you is better." When he felt his orgasm coming on, Matt held Sidney against his cock, groaning softly as he finished down her throat. Finally releasing his grip on her hair, Matt moved away from Sidney, tucking himself back into his jeans. "Make my fucking bed," he said. "The spare sheets are in the closet."

Zacky was mildly satisfied watching Hattie lick up his cum from the sheets, palming himself through his jeans. It was enough to make him want to go for another round and he had been considering it up until Hattie decided that she was brave enough to speak again. On instinct, Zacky thought he would say no and he nearly did until an idea popped into his mind. She was admittedly right in her offer to clean his sheets and he would have to give her that. That meant nothing though; Zacky would still get some sort of enjoyment out of the situation. More than he already had, anyway.

"Go on. Gather the sheets," he instructed her in a low voice, taking a few steps back so that Hattie had enough room to do as she had been told. His ears perked at the sound of a few short screams. Looking toward the door, Zacky smirked as he tiltedh is head to the side. "Sounds like your little friend is in trouble. I wonder what she did wrong..." Zacky trailed off, having not seen Matt the night before so he truly did have no clue.

Once Hattie had gathered the sheets, Zacky grabbed her bicep and all but dragged her down out of the bedroom. Shoving her in front of him, Zacky forced her down to the basement where he noticed the dryer was already running. That coupled with the screams from earlier, Zacky had a pretty damn good idea of what had happened with Matt earlier. He smirked as he motioned toward the open washer. It didn't take long before Hattie had the load of sheets going and Zacky simply cleared his throat when Hattie moved back toward the stairs.

"No," Zacky answered simply, reaching toward Hattie's waist. He lifted her, setting her on top of the washing machine with a little smirk. "I always wondered if the stories were true," Zacky murmured, reaching to undo his zipper. He pulled his cock out, stroking it a few times as he stepped up between Hattie's spread thighs. "Does sex feel better when you're on the washing machine? Hm?" Zacky didn't say anything else as he pressed into her, letting out a groan as he sank into her.

---

Sidney let out a sob as Matt asked if she was sorry, nodding her head frantically. She was praying that if she showed that she was truly sorry, Matt might be a bit more reasonable. Sidney's cries grew louder when Matt continued because she realized that there was no reasoning with him at this point. He was angry at her and she couldn't do anything about it. Hanging her head, Sidney pulled her knees toward her chest as she felt a chill run down her spine. Sidney simply wanted to disappear but she knew there was no choice, that Matt was going to hurt her and enjoy every moment of it while she prayed for any sort of mercy.

Grimacing as Matt dragged her down the bed, Sidney did her best to calm herself down. He was right and Sidney knew it. The less she fought, the easier she made this on him... ultimately, the easier it would be on her. Tears still fell down her cheeks but she had managed to even her breathe enough that she hoped she wouldn't choke. Too much. Parting her lips, Sidney gagged around his cock as he pressed into her. She gave the slightest pull away, only for Matt's grip on her head to tighten. Sidney clamped her eyes shut, doing her best to simply breathe through her nose. It wasn't long before she was gagging and drooling all over Matt, her eyes wide as panic began to flood her. The only relief that she was given was when Matt came down her throat.

The moment that Matt pulled away from her, Sidney started a coughing fit as she sat up, covering her mouth. Nodding at Matt's instructions, Sidney raised to her feet and began slowly making his bed. She had managed to catch her breathe by the time she had finished, reluctantly turning her attention back toward Matt. She hated that her world more or less revolved around him. "I-I.. please," she paused, swallowing against the lump that had formed in her throat. "P-Please. D-Don't h-hu-hurt her," she whispered, hanging her head. Sidney wrapped her arms around herself, regret filling her. "I-I'll do.. a-anything. You want. J-Just.. d-don't hurt her. Please, Matt," she said, lowering to her knees. She felt like a fool but she didn't want Hattie to be hurt any more than she already had been, because of her. Sidney looked up slowly. A wide, fearful gaze met Matt's. Sidney sniffled, biting down on her lip.

Hattie wasn't sure what to expect from Zacky when she offered to wash his sheets. She'd learned the hard way that it wasn't always a good idea to speak before Zacky spoke to her but she was relieved to realize that this time, it wouldn't backfire on her. Nodding when Zacky told her to gather his sheets, she quickly got to her feet, pulling the comforter and sheets from the bed. She wasn't expecting Zacky to grab her so roughly and she stumbled, nearly dropping the fitted sheet. She had to work hard to keep on her feet as Zacky forced her down to the basement. The dryer was already running and that coupled with Sidney's screams gave Hattie a pretty good idea of what her friend had done to piss Matt off. She just hoped Matt wouldn't be too hard on her.

Hattie moved quickly as she started the load of laundry, placing the comforter in first and the sheets on top. She poured in the correct amount of laundry detergent, closing the lid and starting the cycle before she started back towards the stairs. Her panic instantly flared when Zacky spoke and for a split second, she considered fighting back when he pulled her close. But she knew it would only make things worse for her. As soon as Zacky lifted her onto the running washing machine, Hattie knew what was about to happen. She shook her head as Zacky moved up between her thighs, squeezing her eyes shut. When he pushed into her, Hattie whined, trying to push back. She was still sore from this morning and she didn't feel like suffering through this again.

But what could she really do? Fighting back would only make Zacky angry and that would only make things worse for her. And truthfully, she didn't really have the willpower to fight back. It was easier if she just sat there and let Zacky do what he wanted to do to her. And what Hattie hated more than anything was the way her body reacted to what was happening. She'd had sex on a washing machine before and she'd always liked it; this time was no exception. She tried as hard as she could to think of things that turned her off, anything to stop her body from reacting.

---

Matt stood at the end of the bed, watching silently as Sidney gathered his sheets and made his bed. She moved a bit slower than he would have liked but he didn't say anything. As long as his bed was made correctly he didn't give a shit how slow it was made. Once she was finished, Matt turned to head downstairs, make something to eat, but he stopped when Sidney spoke to him. "Don't hurt her?" he repeated. He knew she was talking about Hattie but he had no idea why she thought it was a good idea to bring it up now. "Why would I hurt her? She hasn't done anything to me." He paused, smirking. "Besides, that's Zacky's job. But I'm sure he'll take really good care of her, I promise."

He patted Sidney patronizingly on the cheek before shoving her back onto the bed. "I'm going downstairs to eat," he said flatly. "You're going to sit right here and not move a fucking inch. And if I come back and find out you have, you're going to regret it, I promise." He turned and left the room, leaving Sidney laying on the bed. He knew she wouldn't move from where he'd left her; she was too scared. If she pissed him off again he wouldn't hesitate to hurt her or even Hattie. Both girls seemed to be more concerned with the other than themselves, which wasn't all that unusual. Most of the girls they brought home cared more about their friend. It was something that he and Zacky often used to their advantage.

Downstairs, Matt decided he wanted something more than a sandwich. It was starting to get a bit chilly outside, so soup seemed like the best option. Tomato soup and grilled cheese sounded absolutely marvelous. He briefly considered taking his food upstairs to eat in front of Sidney; he knew she was probably starving and this would be the perfect psychological torture. But in the end he decided it was too much trouble and he would just eat down here in the kitchen. More privacy this way.

Zacky didn't really care when Hattie didn't answer his question. He'd been told in the past that it made sex feel better so he was going off of that for his assumptions. Smirking as he pushed his pants and boxers down to his knees, Zacky wrapped his fingers around his cock and gave it a few quick thrusts, his gaze darkening as he eyed Hattie. It was clear as day to him that she was dreading what he was about to do to her and that made it even better to him, that he had that sort of control over a woman. That he was able to take what he wanted, when he wanted regardless of what she thought. It was that power that Zacky craved, more than the pleasure itself.

As he began to fuck her, Zacky was pleasantly surprised by the reaction that he was getting from Hattie and her body. His smirk only grew, as Hattie's reactions became more animated. She wasn't going to be able to hide her pleasure for that long, when Zacky had been fucking her fo the better part of a week. Normally Zacky wouldn't care one way or another whether the girl he was with was enjoying their time together but he knew it would just be another way to further humiliate Hattie. Make her realize just how much control that he had over her.

"Atta girl. If I knew you liked it here, I would have tried it awhile ago. Make you cum on my cock," Zacky grunted, dipping his head to nip at her breast. His fingers tightened on Hattie's hips, keeping her in place as his thrusts grew sloppy. "Touch yourself," he growled, wanting Hattie to cum before he did.

---

Sidney swallowed against the wave of nausea that washed over her as Matt spoke to her. She gave the tiniest of nods, not daring to so much as breathe as she looked up to him. She was afraid and hungover. The only thing she knew at the moment was that she didn't want to make her situation any worse than she already had. Wincing as Matt shoved her back onto the bed, Sidney allowed herself to inhale only when the bedroom door shut behind him.

Letting out a sob, Sidney wiped away the tears that had welled in the corner of her eyes. She couldn't bring herself to quite cry but God, she wanted to cry but her head hurt and she felt like she was going to throw up if she did too much. Her fear had made her obey Matt when he'd told her to make his bed but now that she was alone, the emotions were crashing down around her.

Sidney rolled onto her side and pulled her legs up to her chest. She wrapped her arms around her knees, trying her best to keep her emotions in check. She knew that by moving onto her side she was technically going against what Matt had told her to do but she hoped that if she just had the chance to explain that it was because she wasn't feeling well, that he might be a bit more understanding.

Hattie had never hated herself more than she did right now. She hated the fact that her body was reacting so positively to what was happening, to what Zacky was doing to her, and she hated that there didn't seem to be anything she could do to stop it. She hated that this actually felt good. She was getting raped, this wasn't supposed to feel good. But her body didn't care. All her body knew was that this was the sort of rough sex that Hattie liked and it was reacting to that. Which was why, despite how disgusting this made her feel, Hattie found herself fighting her body's urge to let her hips move with Zacky's, a barely audible moan slipping past her lips.

Zacky's next words made her skin crawl and she found herself shaking her head. She sucked her bottom lip between her teeth, biting hard when she felt Zacky nipping at her breast to stop herself from making anymore noise. She didn't want to give him the satisfaction of getting her off, of knowing that even a small piece of her enjoyed what he was doing to her. Hattie started to shake her head again when Zacky told her to touch herself. She knew if she did that, she would cum for sure. And for a second she considered telling him no but she was sure the punishment she would receive for doing that would be worse than what was already happening.

So Hattie slipped her shaking hand between her legs, touching her fingers to her clit. She was so overly sensitive that even this slightest touch felt absolutely incredible and it was almost like she was on autopilot as she started to touch herself more frantically, gasping softly in pleasure as her orgasm started to build in the pit of her stomach. It hit her hard just a few seconds later and despite how badly she was trying to hold back, Hattie couldn't stop the long, low moan that left her mouth as she finished around Zacky's cock.

---

Matt took his slow, sweet time downstairs making his food. As much enjoyment as he got out of torturing and fucking Sidney, sometimes he did enjoy a little time to himself. And besides, the longer he spent down here, the longer Sidney would be upstairs, alone, wondering what he was going to do to her next. He started his soup warming on the stove, fixing up his grilled cheese in a small skillet. When everything was finished, he grabbed a beer from the fridge and took his food over to the table.

He'd just started eating when he heard noise coming from the laundry room and it didn't take much thought to figure out that it was Zacky and Hattie. And judging by what he was hearing, Hattie seemed to be enjoying herself, although probably not willingly. Matt wondered what he would have to do to make Sidney enjoy it while he was fucking her, just so could have another tool under his belt to humiliate and control her. Matt stayed at the table until he'd finished his beer, rising to his feet to place his dishes in the sink. He headed upstairs and the closer he got to his bedroom, the easier it was to tell that Sidney was inside crying.

"Shut that fucking crying up," Matt said, closing the door behind him. He went over to the bed, taking a fistful of Sidney's hair and rolling her over to face him. "Didn't you hear what I said?" he growled. "Shut the fuck up. Unless you want me to give you something to cry about." As he said this, Matt reached down to palm himself through his jeans.

There was no amount of pleading that Hattie could do to convince him that she wasn't enjoying everything that Zacky was doing to her body. It was clear as day that she didn't want this but despite that, her body was responding and he was going to eat it up. He was going to make her cum around his cock and use that against her every chance that he got. He was going to boast about it to Matt because he was sure it would get back to Sidney and that was jus tone other thing that Matt could use to toy with Sidney.

His eyes narrowed as Hattie hesitated, anger growing in the pit of his stomach. His thrusts became almost punishing in their force. Zacky's lips parted to demand that she listen to him but she seemed to rethink her stance, her hand slipping between her thighs. He smirked, his thrusts becoming sloppy as he focused on bringing them both to an orgasm. Zacky wouldn't cum until Hattie had.

Grunting as Hattie tightened around his cock, Zacky pinned her to the washing machine with his hips, cumming inside of her. He gave a few half-hearted thrusts, only to pull away from her. Watching her form crumble, Zacky couldn't help but chuckle as he fixed his pants. "Hurry up with the laundry. I'm going to go make something to eat. If the laundry isn't in the dryer by the time I come back down here..." he trailed off, starting back up the stairs. He smirked at the thought, maybe he would just have a sandwich before heading back downstairs. There'd be no way Hattie could have the sheets in the dryer by then and it would be all the more reason to punish her.

---

Sidney wondered briefly if Matt was going to bring her something to eat as well. It would probably be something bland like a sandwich but at this point, she wasn't going to care one way or another. It could be a whole five course meal or it could be an apple and Sidney would be perfectly content either way. Curling in on herself, Sidney felt a chill run down her spine as she listened to the sound of footsteps approaching the room. Matt was coming back, she could only hope that he was in a good mood.

Freezing when Matt appeared, snapping at her before the door was even shut, Sidney sniffled. She reached with a shaky hand, brushing her tears away with the back of her hand. She was trying to calm herself down as much as possible, only to cry out as Matt dragged her around. Her eyes found his, wide and terrified as she held onto his wrist. Her fingers didn't dare squeeze or try to untangle his fingers from her hair.

Taking a deep breathe, Sidney managed to hold back the whimper that slipped to the tip of her tongue. "N-No," Sidney choked out, her voice crackling as she exhaled. "Please. I-I'm sorry.. I-I'll be quiet," she whispered, biting her lip so hard that she was afraid that she was going to draw blood. If that was what it would take so that Matt didn't get any angrier with her, Sidney would willingly go through it.

As soon as the pleasure ebbed out of her body, all Hattie felt was immeasurable shame. She couldn't believe she'd gotten off on being raped on top of a washing machine. But more than that, she was ashamed that a very small part of her actually liked it. If this were a normal situation, if Zacky were her boyfriend or her fuck buddy, this is something she would suggest doing over and over. But this wasn't a normal situation and Zacky wasn't anything more than the man that had hunted her like an animal and treated her like his own personal sex toy. Hattie nodded weakly as Zacky spoke to her, a refreshed wave of panic flaring up in her chest at his open-ended threat. She couldn't handle anything else, not today, at least. As soon as Zacky has disappeared upstairs, Hattie slipped down from the washing machine, so frantic in her efforts to check the progress of the laundry in the washer that she didn't notice the trail of Zacky's cum running down her thighs.

How did he expect her to get the laundry into the dryer when it still had almost twenty minutes left in the washer? There was no way she could manage that. Not unless she took them out of the washer before they were completely through with their cycle. After a few seconds of deliberation, this is what Hattie decided to do. She quickly stopped the washer, turning the dial so that it would appear as though the wash cycle had gone all the way through. She stuffed the sheets into the dryer, throwing in a fabric softener sheet as well as a little bit of scent booster before she started the drying cycle. She wanted to make sure the sheets got completely dry, so she set the dial to run for at least an hour and if any additional time was needed, she would restart the cycle.

It seemed like Hattie had barely gotten the dryer started when she heard the sounds of Zacky's footsteps descending down the stairs. And instantly, she felt a new surge of panic flare up in her chest. Would he be happy that she'd gotten the sheets into the dryer or would he find something else to punish her for?

---

Huffing, Matt released his grip on Sidney's hair, shoving her back onto the bed. In any other circumstance, he would probably torment her a little more but he was feeling a bit...generous, so for now, he would leave Sidney alone. And in a way, this was its own form of torture. Taking things easy on her would lull her into a false sense of security and it would make it all the more satisfying for him when he ripped that security away from her. But just because he wasn't going to torment her didn't mean he was just going to let her lay around. He was going to put her to work.

"Alright, get the fuck up," Matt said, looking down at Sidney. It took a few seconds for Sidney to get off of the bed and as soon as she was on her feet, Matt wrapped his hand tightly around her upper arm. Dragging her towards his master bathroom, he shoved her inside. "You're going to clean my bathroom," he told her. "And I want it absolutely fucking spotless, do you hear me? And maybe, if you do a good job, I might let you eat." Leaving Sidney standing in the bathroom, Matt went back to the bed. He took off his jeans and slipped on a pair of sweatpants before he laid down, reaching for the remote.

After an hour or so, Matt got up from the bed to go and check on Sidney's progress. He found her on her hands and knees, scrubbing his bathroom floor and damned if that if that wasn't one of his favorite sights. He loved seeing a girl on her knees, especially when he had his cock shoved down her throat. "Well, I've got to say, I'm surprised," he said. "The little whore is actually good for something. And I'm a man of my word, so I guess I'll let you have something to eat." Reaching down, Matt grabbed Sidney by the upper arm and pulled her unceremoniously to her feet. He dragged her down to the kitchen, not putting in much effort as he threw together a sandwich for her to eat.

Zacky leaned against the counter after he had finished making the sandwich for himself, eating it rather quickly because he was just hoping that Hattie would give him a reason to punish her. He'd just fucked her on top of the washing machine and she'd cum, that was all the fuel that he needed to know what sort of things she seemed to be into. He was going to take the time to get to know every part of her body, so that he knew how she ticked. What she enjoyed, what she didn't like. Smirking at the thought, Zacky poured himself a glass of water and drank nearly a quarter of it before setting the glass on the counter.

Turning to the basement, Zacky started for the stairs. Just the idea of being able to punish Hattie again was enough to send blood south. He ran his tongue along his bottom lip, frowning slightly at the sound of the dryer going. He knew damn well that the washer had had nearly twenty minutes left on it when he disappeared upstairs, he didn't think he had taken that long.

"Good job, little whore," Zacky grunted, reaching out to grab Hattie's upper arm. He dragged her toward the stairs, pushing her so that she had to walk in front of him. A grin spread across his features the moment that he heard sounds coming from the kitchen - Matt was there but so was Sidney, in the middle of scarfing down a sandwich.

Zacky tilted his head to the side, raising an eyebrow as he eyed Sidney. "What did the cunt do to earn food?" He asked, his face scrunching. "Maybe she earned a nice pussy licking, too. From her friend here, of course," Zacky teased, reaching out to run his thumb over Hattie's lip.

---

Sidney stumbled into the bathroom, looking up to meet Matt's gaze as he told her to clean. She gave the smallest of nods, letting out a shaky breathe. There was no way that she was going to tell him no, not after everything that he had done to her. He'd stabbed her in the leg, beat her, raped her. Was there anything that he wouldn't be willing to do? She didn't necessarily want to find out, sure that it could only get worse from here.

She didn't know how long it had been before Matt returned to check on her progress but she prayed that it was enough. It wasn't even the thought of food that had spurred her on, it was the fear of punishment that caused Sidney to find herself on her knees, scrubbing away at the floor. She swallowed as her movements stilled, waiting with baited breathe for Matt to give his opinion on her efforts. Sidney exhaled a breathe of relief when he was seemingly impressed.

Sidney didn't dare complain when she was handed a sandwich, beginning to scarf if down just like she had done to the last one. She paled when she heard footsteps coming up the stairs, taking a step away from the basement door. Sidney had only ever been down there once but she certainly knew enough to know that it wasn't a fun place to be. Her eyes widened when she spotted Hattie first, her sandwich pausing half way to her mouth. Hattie looked defeated and it killed her because all she wanted to do was reach out and comfort her friend but she was afraid to step over the line. Instead, Sidney held the sandwich in her grip, staring down at the counter in front of her.

Zacky's words chilled her down to her core and she started to shake her head, almost frantically as she looked toward Matt. "P-Please... I can.. I'll do the dishes that are dirty," she croaked, hoping the offer would entice Matt away from Zacky's suggestion.

Hattie felt a bit relief when Zacky finally spoke but that relief was short lived, transforming once again into panic when she felt his fingers wrap around her arm. She stumbled as she was dragged towards the stairs, only barely managing to catch herself as Zacky pushed her forward. She hoped that they might be able to go straight upstairs or that maybe, she might be able to convince Zacky to let her put some clothes on. But these hopes were immediately dashed when she heard sounds coming from the kitchen. She knew neither Zacky nor Matt would pass up the opportunity to humiliate her or Sidney at the same time.

Hattie immediately began to shake her head when Zacky spoke. No, no, she didn't want to do that, not to Sidney. She shuddered when Zacky touched her lip, involuntarily flinching away from him. Hattie desperately hoped Zacky and Matt would change their minds but then Matt spoke up, agreeing to Zacky's little idea, and Hattie's stomach sank. She couldn't bear to look at Sidney as Matt drug her over to the dining room table, forcing her to lay down and spread her legs. Hattie's face was then forced between Sidney's legs but she just couldn't bring herself to do what she was being asked to do. This wouldn't be the first time she'd been between a woman's legs like this, though the other times had mostly been experimentation. But this was Sidney.

Hattie tried to move her head away but it was forced back between Sidney's legs and she knew she had no choice. She didn't want to make things worse for herself or for Sidney by refusing anymore. She shot Sidney an apologetic glance before she leaned in, running her tongue along Sidney's slit. Remembering what the other girls she'd done this to had liked, Hattie moved up to Sidney's clit, taking the sensitive nub into her mouth and sucking on it gently. As she continued, Hattie could feel herself getting wet again and she absolutely hated herself for it.

---

Matt tossed the sandwich in front of Sidney without much fanfare, leaning against the counter to watch her eat. He knew she would be finished quickly and honestly, he was considering just fucking her right here in the kitchen when she was finished instead of taking her upstairs. A bit more humiliation for Sidney, knowing they were out in the open. However, it wasn't long before Matt heard footsteps coming up from the basement and he smirked when he spotted Zacky forcing a still naked Hattie into the kitchen. And the other man's idea only made his smirk grow and Matt turned to Sidney with a sickly sweet grin. "Well I did think that the sandwich was reward enough, but I think you're right," he agreed. "She did a good job of scrubbing my bathroom, I think she deserves a little bit more of a reward."

Matt grabbed Sidney by the upper arm, dragging her over to the kitchen table. He shoved her down, forcing her legs apart. "Don't fight this whore, I know you want it," Matt growled, gripping Sidney's face hard. "How many times have you fantasized about having her between your legs like this? I bet you've always fucking wanted her tongue on your fucking pussy so just lay back and take it. After all, you deserve it for doing such a good job on my bathroom." He patted her cheek patronizingly before he stepped back, leaning against the counter to watch. Matt knew both girls were absolutely humiliated already and that made it even better for Matt. Keeping his eyes on Sidney and Hattie, he reached down to undo his jeans, reaching into his boxers to wrap his hand around his cock. No harm in him getting a little pleasure out of this.

It didn't take long before Matt seemed to notice a little bit of a reaction from both of the girls and Matt smirked as he continued to lazily stroke his cock. "Looks like the little whores like it," Matt said. "I bet yours is soaking fucking wet, Zack. And Sidney is, too. You like having your friend eat your pussy, don't you, whore? Like her tongue on your clit? I know you fucking do, because you're a little whore. But don't worry, this won't be the last time this happens."

Zacky's gaze darkened as he watched Matt drag Sidney over to the dining room table. He ran his tongue over his bottom lip, his grip tightening on Hattie's arm. He stepped closer to her, a little smirk settling on his features as he lowered his lips to her ear. "Her pussy has to be sweet, why else would Matt keep going back for more? Going to enjoy yourself, hm?" he growled, pushing her forward once Matt had moved away from Sidney.

Setting his hand on Hattie's shoulder, he shoved her to her knees. Zacky had almost thought she would be smart enough to listen to what she was told the first time but when she tried to pull away from Sidney's pussy, Zacky let out a low growl. Wrapping his fingers in her hair, Zacky shoved her face back toward Sidney. "Eat her little pussy. We all know you've thought about it before. Probably rubbed your clit to the thought of it... or maybe to the idea of her eating you out?" Zacky asked, palming himself through his jeans.

Taking a step backward, Zacky watched as Hattie started to lick Sidney's pussy. His mind was already running, not quite satisfied by the scene in front of him. The smirk only grew on his features as an idea began to form in his mind.

Zacky stepped forward, grabbing Hattie by the hair at the base of her skull. He dragged her up, glancing toward Matt. "I say we find out which one is more of a whore," he said, nodding toward the living room."

---

Sidney bit into her bottom lip, balling her hands into tight fists as she did her best to focus on anything else. SHe didn't want to think about the pleasure that was growing in the pit of her stomach and she certainly didn't want to think about the fact that it was all because of Hattie's tongue on her pussy. She had been so distracted that when Hattie sucked on her clit, she hadn't been expecting it and she couldn't help the moan that fell from her lips. Her cheeks tinged a deep red as Matt and Zacky talked, wanting nothing more than to close her legs.

Her shoulders sagged in relief when Hattie was pulled away from her, sure that her ordeal was over - right until Matt was shoving her into the living room. Sidney hadn't even been paying any attention so she wasn't sure what was going on. She stood beside the couch, wincing at how tight Matt's grip was on her wrist. Wrapping an arm around herself, Sidney's eyes widened as she watched Matt shove his pants to his ankles before stepping out of them. He laid back on the couch, dragging Sidney with him.

Sidney's lips parted as she whimpered, Matt's cock being guided into her asshole.

---

Zacky grinned as he shoved his pants down to his thighs, shoving Hattie back to her knee, in front of Matt and Sidney's spread legs. "Go ahead, Hattie. Eat her pussy, make her cum. Of course... you cum first, she gets punished. She cums first... you know where this is going, don't you Hattie? Are you selfish enough to not make Sidney cum?" Zacky didn't really have a punishment in mind as he wrapped a hand around his cock, guiding it into Hattie's pussy.

"Matt's fucking her in the ass. I'm sure Sidney could use all the encouragement that she could get..." Zacky grunted as he began to fuck her.

{uh... i might have rambled. if this isn't clear or I need to change it, just let me know }

Hattie kept her eyes closed, trying to drown out Zacky and Matt's voices around her as she focused on the task in front of her. The sooner she could get Sidney to finish, the sooner they could be done with all of this. Hearing Sidney moan and knowing it was because of what she was doing made her want to curl up into a ball and die of embarrassment. And knowing that Zacky and Matt were enjoying this made it even worse. Hattie let out a whimper when she felt Zacky's hand at the base of her skull as she was pulled away from Sidney. She immediately started to shake her head as Zacky spoke, dreading whatever method they would use to prove that.

Hattie didn't dare to try and pry Zacky's hand away from her hair as she was dragged into the living room, even when she felt strands of hair being ripped out by the roots. She squeezed her eyes shut as she shoved to her knees in front of Matt and Sidney, almost ready to protest what she was being told to do until she heard Zacky mention something about punishment. Hattie would take any manner of punishment or degradement if it meant she could spare Sidney. Hattie was knocked forward a bit when Zacky started to fuck her and already she knew getting Sidney to cum before she did would be a challenge. She was still sensitive from being fucked on the washing machine and this was the sort of rough sex that Hattie liked.

Hattie pressed her face between Sidney's legs once again, all too aware of how close Matt's cock was to her face. She focused all of her energy into trying to please Sidney, moving a bit more eagerly than she had before. If she pretended it wasn't Sidney it wasn't too difficult, given that she had a little experience between a woman's legs. She sucked hard on Sidney's clit, moving one hand from the floor so she could press two fingers into her friend. With Matt fucking her in the ass, Hattie knew she would have to work hard to get the pleasure to overwhelm the pain. She started to pump her fingers into Sidney, eventually adding a third as she continued to suck and lick at her clit, trying to push back the white-hot ball of pleasure building in her stomach.

---

Matt was pretty content to watch Hattie eat out Sidney for the time being but when he heard Zacky suggest seeing which one of them was the bigger whore, he couldn't say no. He didn't bother to tuck himself back into his boxers before he reached out to grab Sidney by the arm, yanking her off of the table. He shoved her into the living room, hastily stripping out of his jeans and boxers before he moved over to the couch. He laid down and pulled Sidney with him, guiding his cock roughly into her asshole. "Fuck, her ass feels fucking fantastic," Matt groaned. He gave a sharp thrust of his hips, smirking at the whimper of pain it earned from Sidney. "Don't act like you don't like this, you dumb fucking slut. I bet this has been a fantasy of yours for a long time, getting fucked in the ass while your little whore friend eats your pussy. So enjoy it."

Matt didn't wait for Hattie to settle between Sidney's legs before he started to fuck her ass. With her on top he couldn't be quite as rough with her as he normally would have been but he was still fucking her hard enough that he knew it would hurt her. Hattie seemed much more eager this time as she started to eat out Sidney and the sight made Matt smirk. "Look how much your little friend loves eating your pussy," he said. He reached up and tangled a hand in Sidney's hair, forcing her head down as far as he could. "And I bet you love it, too. Go ahead and tell her. Tell her how much you love her tongue on your wet little pussy."

Matt knew there was absolutely no way Sidney would cum before Hattie did. Hattie actually seemed to be enjoying herself, as reluctant as that enjoyment might be, but all Sidney seemed to be experiencing was pain. But honestly, he didn't give a fuck if either one of the girls came as long as he did. But not surprisingly, it was Hattie who finished first, crying out loudly against Sidney's pussy as she did. With their little test essentially finished, Matt shoved Hattie out of the way, shifting positions so that he could bend Sidney over the back of the couch. He essentially pinned her hips in place as he guided his cock back into her asshole, fucking her hard for just a couple of minutes before he came.

Zacky and Matt enjoyed pitting their girls together in what seemed like impossible competitions because it was always entertaining to see what lengths the girls were willing to go to to either protect themselves or the other one. He smirked to himself as he fucked Hattie, keeping her face pressed to Sidney's pussy. There was nowhere for her to go but it seemed like it wasn't even necessary because Hattie was putting effort into her actions. Hattie wanted to make Sidney cum but if she honestly thought she had a chance, Hattie was in for a rude awakening. Zacky didn't even think a girl could cum with Matt's cock in their ass.

"What a good little whore, Hattie. Go on. Make Sidney feel good. She deserves it, doesn't she? Just like you do," Zacky growled, reaching around Hattie's side. His finger teased her clit for a moment before pulling away, using both hands to hold Hattie in place as he fucked her. The image in front of him, of Sidney being forced to watch Hattie's tongue work was enough to force him over the edge, just as Hattie's cunt tightened around him.

Zacky let out a few grunts, pulling away from Hattie once he'd ridden out his orgasm. He didn't care if hers had been ruined, fixing his pants before he stood. Zacky reached forward, pulling Hattie to her feet as a little smirk settled on his features. "Good girl. Cumming on my cock... Matt must not be too good, huh? Or maybe you aren't... I don't know. Maybe next time you see Sidney, you can ask her what Matt does to her after this. Huh?" Zacky asked, shoving her toward the stairs. He was in desperate need of a shower and he was sure there was some sort of fun that they could have in the shower. Even if all he did was tease her overly sensitive body. It would be fun to watch her squirm.

---

A chill ran down Sidney's spine as realization washed over her. Her eyes widened as Matt dropped down onto the couch, being dragged over him. Fear had settled in the pit of her stomach as he pressed his cock into her ass. She whimpered, her body tensing when she realized something else was coming. Sidney had thought that Hattie eating her out or Matt fucking her ass had to be the worst of it but it seemed like the two men had something else in mind entirely. Groaning as Matt began to fuck her, Sidney tried to twist her hips so it would be even slightly less painful.

Sidney grimaced, pushing weakly at the hands gripping her hips. "F-Fuck," she choked out, her head dropping against Matt's shoulder. The only sense of relief was felt as Hattie began eating her out. Sidney let out a soft moan, trying hard to focus on the pleasure but each time that she thought she might be able to, Matt gave a hard thrust. Sidney cried out as her head was forced down, clamping her eyes shut. No. She didn't want to watch Hattie eating her out. It just made this even worse, if it was possible.

"Please," Sidney croaked, her bottom lip wobbling. She felt like she was being torn in two by Matt, she didn't think there was anything Hattie could do to her for her to being able to truly feel good. "S-Stop," she choked, pained noises sounding from her lips. Sidney couldn't help the tears leaking from the corner of her eyes, not even having it in her to lie and say she was enjoying what Hattie was doing. It would have been a lie that she didn't have in her.

Hattie and Zacky had both finished and she was only the slightest bit relieved when they left because she didn't have people watching as she was raped. Sidney's head dropped forward as Matt finished in her ass, her body vibrating as the pain eased just slightly. She flinched when Matt neared her, easing further down the back of the couch. "Please. 'M sorry," she mumbled, having no damn clue what she was supposed to say. The little game had said she should have cum - Matt's cock was amazing. It was offensive that she hadn't but really, Matt had been in her ass. So apologizing without actually saying anything seemed like her only option. Sidney gritted her teeth when Matt pulled her off of the couch, stumbling as he guided her toward the stairs. "I-I.. I d-d-don't.." she didn't know what to say and she was afraid because of it.

Despite her best efforts, Hattie just couldn't hold back the pleasure that was building in her stomach, especially when she felt Zacky's fingers tease over her clit. She tightened around Zacky's cock, crying out against Sidney's pussy as her orgasm washed through her. She was immediately smacked by a wave of guilt. She'd been the one to cum first and now because of that, Sidney was going to be punished. She whined when Zacky suddenly yanked her to her feet, stumbling as she was shoved towards the stairs. She had no idea what he planned on doing to her upstairs but she was sure it would be nowhere near as bad as what Matt was going to do to Sidney. And whatever happened to her would be Hattie's fault.

Hattie reluctantly led the way upstairs, trying her hardest to keep up with Zacky's pace to avoid tripping up the stairs. She let Zacky push her into the bedroom, surprised when he led her past the bed into the attached master bathroom. Was he going to let her shower? There was no way. And she didn't dare ask, knowing it would only provoke Zacky. And she didn't want to make things any worse for herself than they already were. Or make things worse for Sidney. Hattie would take any punishment Zacky or Matt wanted to throw at her if it meant Sidney would be granted even the slightest bit of mercy.

Unsure of what to do, Hattie simply stood by, watching as Zacky stripped down. She thought that maybe he'd only brought her along so he could keep an eye on her, but then his hand was wrapped around her upper arm, dragging her into the bathtub with him. Hattie stumbled over the sudden movement, tripping over the lip of the tub and smacking her head against the tile wall. Her vision started to dance with stars and she leaned against the wall, reaching out vainly for anything to regain her balance. "Zacky, I think...I think I'm going to pass out," Hattie whimpered. "Please."

---

When Sidney immediately started to grovel, Matt rolled his eyes, making no effort to hide this. "Shut up, you stupid whore," he said. He didn't know what the hell she was on about now. Couldn't she ever just be quiet? Reaching forward, he gripped her arm, yanking her up from the couch. He wasn't about to let her sit there and make a mess all over the cushions. "I...I...I..." Matt mocked Sidney as he dragged her towards the stairs. Once he reached his bedroom, he shoved Sidney unceremoniously inside before he slammed the door shut, making sure to lock it. He knew Zacky wouldn't dare disturb them but he wouldn't put it past Hattie to try and help her friend. And Matt didn't want any interruptions.

"Well Sidney, I hope you had a good time with your little whore friend's tongue on your pussy because it's the last bit of fun you're going to have for a long time," Matt said, standing over Sidney. He smirked down at her for a few seconds before he reached down and took a fistful of her hair, yanking her to her feet. "Because I guess my cock wasn't good enough for you, was it?" he hissed, forcing her head back to the point where he knew it had to be painful. "Liked the little slut's tongue better? Well, I'll just have to show then, won't I?" Matt knew getting Sidney to cum could be considered a reward of sorts for her but he knew to her, it would be the worst sort of punishment.

"Get on your fucking back," Matt said, shoving Sidney onto the bed. "It's about the only thing you're good for and you're not even that fucking good at that." Nudging her ankles apart, Matt moved up between Sidney's legs. The look of panic and terror on her face was enough to make the blood rush south all over again. He reached into his boxers, pulling his cock out and giving it a few pumps with one hand as he used the other to pull Sidney's hips to the edge of the bed. "Make sure you make lots of noise, let your little friend know how much fun you're having," Matt said, guiding his cock to Sidney's entrance. He slammed into her with one quick movement, settling on rough pace as he brought Sidney's hips up to meet his with each thrust.

Zacky didn't even react when he heard the telltale 'thunk' of Hattie's head hitting the wall. It meant nothing to him, he didn't care one way or another if she was in pain. If it made her more compliant with his wishes, then it was just an added bonus of her hitting her head. He only looked toward her when she started speaking, unable to stop himself from scoffing. He rolled his eyes, giving a shake of his head. "Then fucking sit down," he muttered, motioning to the space at his feet.

He raised an eyebrow when Hattie seemed to take a moment longer than he would have liked, to decide what she should do. "If you're going to pass out, it's going to hurt a whole lot worse if you fall. Not that hard to figure out," he growled, setting his hand on Hattie's right shoulder. Zacky shoved her down, sneering when she bent under his will. She was at the perfect height for Zacky to take advantage of her mouth but Zacky wanted to shower. Plus Hattie really was going to pass out, Zacky thought it would be fun to toy with her body when she wasn't able to do anything other than take his cock.

Once he'd put shampoo in his hair, Zacky smirked at the sight in front of him. He wasn't sure if Hattie was still conscious to some level but watching her eyes flutter as she tried to resist passing out was enough to send blood rushing to his cock. Zacky reached down, wrapping his fingers in her hair. He dragged her body forward, pressing his cock to the tip of her lips. He gripped her chin, forcing her lips open. "Clean your cunt off of my cock," he growled the words, forcing Hattie's mouth back and forth on his cock.

---

Sidney shook as she curled up, tears welling in her eyes as Matt locked the door. She was utterly terrified, she knew that she had lost at the twisted game the boys had made up. She hadn't cum - she'd outright made it seem like Matt wasn't good. She was sure that if this had been in a different life, things would have been a whole lot different. She probably would have cum with Matt, several times over. He was gorgeous, there was no denying that. But the circumstances weren't something that let her relax enough to even enjoy what happened between them.

She started to shake her head even before Matt finished speaking, crying out as she was dragged to her feet. "N-No. Matt. T-That.. it wasn't that. I swear," Sidney started pleading. She didn't really know what she was supposed to say but at this point, she was going to say and do anything if it meant that Matt would hurt her less. "I-I.. I just.. I hadn't had.. anal before," Sidney tried to reason with Matt, wincing as he dragged her toward the edge of the bed. "Before I was with you, I mean!"

There was no denying that Sidney had enjoyed what Hattie did to her, she was soaking. She couldn't stop the moan that fell from her lips as Matt slammed into her. She arched off of the bed, whimpering as he settled into a quick pace. What pain lingered from the last time that he'd fucked her was soon replaced by pleasure, she couldn't deny it no matter how badly she wanted to. Sidney's brows pulled together as she clamped her eyes shut. She bit down on her bottom lip to keep her noises in, trying her best to focus on keeping herself grounded. Sidney was sure that if she came now, Matt would only twist it around on her. He'd somehow manage to make it a bad thing.

Sidney's eyes flew open when Matt gave a particularly hard thrust, crying out as she felt her walls flutter around him. Shame washed over her even before her orgasm hit fully, her body contorting as shuddered against him. She whined as her pleasure dwindled, her pussy sensitive. "P-Please," she dragged in a breathe, trying to pull away from him. She didn't want any more. She didn't think she could even take anymore. "P-Please. I-I.. I-I can't. Nomore," she stumbled over her words, soft noises escaping her lips despite how hard she was trying to ignore her own body's reaction.