Run, Little Red.

It was readily apparent to Hattie that her injury was an inconvenience to Zacky. She was expecting some sort of harsh barked order to get over it so when he instead told her to sit down, it took her a few seconds to comprehend what he'd actually said. That combined with the way her head was still spinning meant Hattie's reaction time was a bit slow and before she could actually sit down, she felt Zacky's hand on her shoulder, forcing her into the tub. She slumped against the wall, summoning every ounce of willpower she had to keep herself conscious. But no matter how hard she tried, she could slowly feel her consciousness ebbing away. Hattie was nearly all the way under when she felt Zacky's hand tangle in her hand, yanking her forward. She was so out of it that she couldn't even muster up a whimper or a word of opposition when Zacky pressed the tip of his cock to her lips.

Teetering on the brink of unconsciousness, Hattie wasn't even sure where she was or who Zacky was. In her fuzzy mind, she was under the delusion that this had to be something she wanted or something she'd asked for, so she was content to sit back and let him fuck her mouth. She was in no state to fight back anyway, even if she'd wanted to. She didn't realize it, but Zacky's hand in her hair was the only thing keeping her upright at the moment. As he continued to force her head back and forth on his cock, Hattie let her hand slip in between her legs, touching herself in time with Zacky's thrusts. She was too close to losing consciousness to realize that this eagerness would only be fodder in Zacky's arsenal against her and once she was coherent enough to realize what had happened, she would hate herself even more than she already did.

Moaning out around Zacky's cock, Hattie's fingers started to move faster, as fast as she could with her sluggish reaction time. Her orgasm hit her soon afterward and she practically screamed out around the cock still shoved down her throat. Unfortunately, this took the last bit of energy she had and she fell against the side of the tub as she finally fully lost consciousness.

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As soon as he was inside of her, Matt could easily tell how much Sidney had enjoyed what Hattie had done to her. She was still soaking wet and he knew she would still be pretty sensitive, which would work to his advantage. If he could get her to cum, he would have something he could hold over her head. "Don't be quiet," Matt growled at her. He could tell she was purposefully keeping herself quiet. "I know you like this, you stupid whore. Don't act like you don't." He started to fuck her a little harder, smirking when a particularly sharp thrust earned a cry from Sidney. She was close to cumming, he could tell by the way she was starting to tighten around him. It only took a bit more before he felt her orgasm fully hit her and the way she clenched around his cock was enough to make Matt cum as well, holding Sidney tightly in place as he finished inside of her.

He didn't pull out of her immediately, wanting her to experience as much embarrassment as possible. That and he could still feel her throbbing around his cock. "No more?" Matt repeated, smirking. "It seemed like you really liked that, considering that you just came all over my cock. I'd be doing you a favor by fucking you again. But I don't like doing favors for whores, so you're lucky." Matt finally pulled out of Sidney, tucking himself back into his boxers before he fixed his jeans. "Don't get any of that shit on my sheets," he growled at her. "Or you won't fucking like what happens. I'm going downstairs to eat. You're going to stay right here and if you even think about leaving, you'll regret it. You remember what happened last time, don't you?" Matt gave her a smirk before he headed downstairs, leaving his bedroom door unlocked. Sidney wasn't stupid enough to run.

Matt decided on a cheeseburger, since there was still a little bit of hamburger meat that needed to be used before it went bad. That and he was hopeful that the smell of it cooking would be torturous to Sidney and Hattie. He decided to make one for Zacky, just to use up what was left. He was sure his friend would be hungry after whatever he was doing upstairs. If not, it could always go in the fridge.

Zacky looked down as he forced Hattie's mouth over his cock. He smirked at the sight, her eyes glazing over and all but rolling into the back of head was enough to spur his movements on. He didn't care if she was conscious or not so long as he got the pleasure that he was after. Zacky knew that he was going to get what he wanted but what he hadn't expected was to watch as Hattie's hand slip between her thighs. His mouth morphed into a sick little smirk as he continued to fuck her throat, his attention trained on the girl at his feet. She was delirious and here she was, touching herself as he forced his cock down her throat. Over and over, until he came down her throat. Zacky held her in place, not giving her the chance to waste a drop.

He loosened his grip on her hair, raising an eyebrow as Hattie fell back against the tub. Oh. Zacky hadn't realized that she had passed out but it was easy for him to decide that he didn't care as he climbed out of the shower, turning off the water. Hattie could climb out of the shower on her own, when she came to. Zacky pulled on a pair of sweats before heading downstairs to the smell of a burger cooking. Zacky smirked at Matt, leaning against the counter.

"You'll never fuckin' believe what Hattie just did, man," Zacky started, thanking Matt when he was handed a burger. He took a large bite, chewing and swallowing before he spoke again. "Had my cock in her throat and she was half out of it... smacked her head against the wall or something, I guess. And I look down with my cock down her throat, and she's fuckin' touching herself. Her finger's on a clit and and she cums, just like that," Zacky said, laughing as he shook his head. "She's more of a whore than I realized... we made a good choice this time around, Matt."

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Sidney breathed a small sigh of relief when Matt pulled away from her. She didn't think that she could take much more at the moment. She'd done something right for Matt to reward her with a bit of food earlier but then she'd managed to piss him off in some way or another. Hattie's tongue on her had felt good but it hadn't been enough to distract her completely from Matt inside of her ass. She was left sore and aching from that and after Matt fucking her again, making her cum around his cock... Sidney shuddered as she curled up tighter. All she gave Matt was a small nod of her head when he told her not to get anything on the bed. She wasn't stupid enough to do so, she knew what happened if she wrecked his bed. Sidney didn't want to suffer again, like she had when she'd thrown up on his bed. Would his cum be worse than her vomit? She didn't know and she certainly didn't want to know.

Inching forward, Sidney climbed off of the bed and tiptoed into the bathroom. She didn't want to shower, she wanted nothing more than to just curl up in a ball and cry. Sidney didn't know what she was supposed to do. She wanted to run, she wanted to find some sort of peace but she knew better. Sidney knew that running wouldn't get her anywhere - the wound in her thigh was evidence of that. Sidney was quick to shower, not wanting Matt to come back upstairs and find her not waiting for him.

Sidney wrapped a towel around herself when she climbed out of the shower, sitting down on the edge of the bed. She stared down at her lap, her entire body shaking. She didn't know if showering would somehow piss him off or not but she was sure that it was better than letting his cum leak out onto the bed. Sidney had convinced herself of that. When it took a bit longer for Matt to come back upstairs, Sidney shifted onto the bed so she was propped against the headboard. Her attention was focused on her feet, fear settling in the pit of her stomach. What was Matt going to do when he came back?

[I'm gonna skip Hattie for this post since she's passed out ]

When his burger was finished, Matt sat down at the island in the kitchen with a beer to eat. It wasn't long before he heard footsteps coming down the stairs and then he was joined by Zacky. He handed him the plate with the extra burger on it, raising an eyebrow as his friend spoke. "What did the little whore do this time?" he asked, swallowing the food in his mouth. He took another bite as Zacky told him about what happened upstairs in the shower, his smirk growing the more Zacky spoke. "Fuck yeah we made a good choice this time," Matt agreed. "I just finished fucking Sidney and get this, she's still soaking wet from your bitch eating her pussy. Still really sensitive too, I guess, because the little whore came around my cock. I could tell she liked it too because she fucking screamed when she came. Fuck." Talking about it was getting Matt worked up again and even though he'd just finished fucking Sidney, he was heavily considering fucking her again.

"You know, if she liked it when I fucked her, imagine how much she'll like it if we both fuck her," Matt said, an idea coming to mind. "One cock in her pussy and one down her throat? She'll be in whore heaven." Smirking as he finished off his burger, Matt pushed to his feet to throw the paper plate in the trash. He would clean up the skillet later. Right now he was eager to get back upstairs and let Sidney know what a treat she was in for. He stayed in the kitchen only long enough to wait for Zacky to finish eating as well and then he led his friend upstairs to his bedroom. Inside, he found Sidney sitting on his bed and her wet hair quickly told him she'd taken a shower in his absence. "Did you get any fucking mess on my bed?" Matt asked. He went over to his bed, looking over his sheets. When he saw that they were clean, he looked at Sidney with a smirk.

"Looks like you finally managed to do something right, little slut," Matt said. "So I'm going to give you a little reward. Well, we're going to give you a little reward. Since you liked it so much when I fucked you, we thought you might like it having two of your holes filled with a cock. Which end do you want, Zack? You want to fuck her throat or her pussy? You can't really go wrong with either one. And we could always switch when we're done. I'm sure Sidney would love that, wouldn't you, you little whore?" he asked, patting her cheek. "Get on your hands and knees. Now."

{okay }

A sick smirk settled over Zacky's features as he listened to Matt's idea. He shrugged, reaching down to palm himself through his jeans. "I'd love to get my hands on her again. Still can't get over how excited she was when her friend was eating her out. You know, next time we head out to town, we should pick up a strap on. Make her show Hattie just how much she appreciated her efforts..." he trailed off, finishing off his sandwich. Zacky dropped the plate into the sink, turning to follow Matt up the stairs eagerly.

Sidney's head snapped up when the door opened. She swallowed, smoothing down the material of her shirt. She didn't know what the men had planned but she was sure that it wasn't going to be pleasant for her. Matt's angry question had her panicking as she turned, eyeing the bed as Matt stepped up. She hadn't thought she made a mess but the threat of being punished left her panicking. Her shoulders sagged in relief when Matt seemed satisfied that she hadn't done anything.

Zacky couldn't help but laugh from his spot in the doorway, watching the way Sidney seemed to be panicking. "Aww, Matt. The whore's terrified. What did you do to her?" He asked, stepping forward finally. Sidney's eyes shot to him, her fear growing as Matt explained when he had planned. She wanted so badly to protest but she knew that she didn't want to risk being stabbed again. Or something that somehow would end up even worse.

Sidney let out a shaky breathe as she stood, turning toward the bed. She hesitated for a moment before she started to undress, praying that if she did as she was told, if she showed that she could behave to their expectations. That they would be kinder to her. Crawling forward onto the bed, Sidney hung her head as she presented herself to the two mad men.

Zacky hummed as he moved to kneel on the bed, by Sidney's head. He undid the button of his jeans, grinning as he pushed his pants down. "You know, Sidney. This is just like what we did to your friend the other night. My cock was in her pussy and Matt came all over her face. The best part? She came all over my cock. Do you think you'll cum on Matt?"

Watching Sidney undress, Matt couldn't help but smirk. "Look how eager the little slut is, Zack, she's undressing for us without us even asking," he said. When Zacky moved to kneel in front of Sidney, Matt took that as a sign that his friend wanted to fuck her mouth, so Matt moved around behind her. He didn't really give a fuck which end he was at; a hole was a hole and as long as his dick was in something, he didn't care. And they could always switch if they wanted. Matt's drive was insatiably high and he would fuck twenty-four seven if he could. Before crawling onto the bed, Matt took the time to remove his jeans and boxers, tossing them haphazardly towards the corner of the room.

"I know she'll cum on me, she did earlier," Matt said. "Didn't you, whore? Didn't you cum all over my cock earlier? You can fight it all you want, but we both know you love it. You and your friend both. Isn't that why you and invted me and Zacky into your tent in the first place? Because you wanted our cocks? Well now you're going to get them. Over and over and over." Reaching forward, he tangled his fingers in Sidney's hair, forcing her head down towards Zacky's exposed cock. "Go on, little slut," he growled. "I know you're dying to get your mouth on his dick, so do it. Take him all the way down like a good little girl."

Matt only pulled his hand away when Sidney finally took Zacky into her mouth, wrapping it around his own dick before he moved up between Sidney's legs. He slid into her in one quick motion, groaning softly. "God, she's so wet already, Zack," he said, looking across at the other man. "She loves this. Don't you, Sidney? Love having two cocks inside of you at once? It's a shame we couldn't get all your holes filled at once. But you know what? I think Zacky's little idea of a strap-on might help with that. We'll let Hattie wear it and fuck your perky little ass while Zacky and I fuck your mouth and pussy. Or maybe we'll let you do it to her, to let you show her how much you appreciated her between your legs."

Sidney's cheeks heated with shame as Matt spoke about her undressing. She hated that he was right but.. he was. She didn't want to do any of this but she was eager in a sense. If it meant showing them that she could behave, that they would hurt her just a little bit less... then she'd do it. Sidney didn't know how much more pain and punishment that she could endure. Her bottom lip wobbled as She knelt on the bed, a knot settling in the pit of her stomach. Her fingers dug into the sheet beneath her, wondering briefly if she begged them to stop if it would matter at all. Was there anything at all she could say to convince them to stop?

Dragging in a deep breathe as she was pushed forward, Sidney's lips wrapped around Zacky's cock. She whimpered as Matt pressed against her, arching forward which only resulted in forcing Zacky's length further down her throat. She gagged, spluttering as she pulled away from him long enough to take in a frantic breathe of air. Sidney squeezed her eyes shut, just trying to focus on the task at hand. Until they started talking about a strap on - and filling her up. The thought had her terrified but then Matt was mentioning flipping roles and Hattie being the one that was filled. No.

Sidney pulled away from Zacky's cock, dragging in a few frantic breaths as she wrapped her hand around his cock instead. She started stroking him, hanging her head as a wave of shame washed over her. She shook her head, unable to hide her moan as Matt slammed into her. "N-No. Please. I.." she swallowed the lump that formed in her throat. She couldn't tell the truth because she didn't think that could possibly work. But if she lied... maybe it would. "I want it. I-I... fuck," Sidney cried out, forcing herself to look up to Zacky. Her eyes wide and pleading. "I need it. I need to be filled... I'm just a.. g-greedy whore," she whispered, biting down on her bottom lip.

Zacky's annoyance at Sidney pulling away from him was quickly replaced by a small bought of laughter at her begging. He looked to Matt, a devilish smirk settling on his lips. "Your whore is so desperate. She thinks she can actually tell us what to do!" Zacky laughed before his face turned deadly. He looked back down to Sidney, yanking her head back. "If I hear one more word out of your mouth before I cum down that pretty little throat, your friend being filled will be the least of your worries."