A Very Big Favor For Chloe
# Forbidden Favor The low hum of the movie was the only sound in the dark bedroom. Ethan, shirtless and sprawled against the headboard, traced a finger over the ink on his forearm. The house was quiet, too quiet since Grace had gone out. A
Chapter 1
The low hum of the movie was the only sound in the dark bedroom. Ethan, shirtless and sprawled against the headboard, traced a finger over the ink on his forearm. The house was quiet, too quiet since Grace had gone out. A soft *click* from the front door cut through the soundtrack.
“Grace? That you, baby?” he called out, not moving.
Footsteps, lighter than Grace’s, tapped down the hallway. The bedroom door pushed open, framing Chloe in the dim light from the TV. She was still in her work clothes—a smart black skirt and a silk blouse, her hair pulled back. But her eyes held a different kind of focus, a sharp, knowing glint that had nothing to do with her office.
“It’s just me,” she said, her voice a low purr. “Grace’s running late.”
Ethan sat up, muscles flexing. “Everything okay?”
Chloe leaned against the doorframe, a slow, deliberate smile spreading across her freckled face. “I need a huge favor, Ethan. A really, *really* big one.”
She didn’t wait for an answer. Her fingers went to the buttons of her blouse, popping them open one by one. The fabric parted, revealing the swell of a black lace push-up bra struggling to contain her. She shimmied out of the skirt, letting it pool at her feet, and stood there in just the intricate lace underwear and bra, the robe she’d carried in now forgotten on the floor.
“You see,” she whispered, stepping into the room, “I’ve been thinking about this all day. About you.” Her hands slid down her own curves, squeezing her hips. “About how you look at Grace. How you *handle* her.”
She turned, presenting the full, round curve of her ass barely covered by lace, and bent over slowly, placing her hands on her knees. The view was deliberate, devastating. Ethan felt his cock harden instantly, straining against his sweatpants.
“The favor,” she breathed, looking back at him over her shoulder, blue eyes blazing. “I want you to wreck me.”
A growl ripped from Ethan’s throat. In one fluid motion, he was off the bed, crossing the room. His hands wrapped around her waist, and he hauled her up, her legs instinctively locking around him. Her mouth crashed onto his, all teeth and desperate tongue.
He carried her to the bed, dropping her onto the sheets. “You asked for it,” he muttered, his voice thick with intent.
What followed was a symphony of skin and surrender. He pinned her wrists above her head with one hand, the other exploring every inch of her. His mouth was on her neck, her collarbone, then lower, biting through the lace to take a nipple between his teeth. She cried out, back arching.
“Spank me,” she begged, voice already ragged. “Please, I need to feel it.”
His palm cracked against her ass, once, twice, leaving angry red prints on her pale skin. She moaned, pushing back against his hand. He produced a soft leather flogger from the nightstand—Grace’s, but Chloe didn’t need to know that. The falls kissed her back, her ass, her thighs, not to hurt, but to ignite. Each touch drew a sharper gasp, a more broken plea.
“Fuck me, Daddy,” she whimpered, using Grace’s name for him like a secret weapon. “Please, I’m so empty.”
He flipped her onto her hands and knees. No more gentle. He drove into her from behind, each thrust a promise of possession. The bed rocked violently. Chloe’s cries escalated, chanting a mantra of *”Yes!”* and *”More!”* and *”God, you’re so deep!”*
His hand snaked around her throat, not squeezing, just holding, a collar of heat and pressure. “You take it so well,” he growled in her ear, hips pounding. “Gonna make you come until you forget your own name.”
He felt her clench around him, once, twice, then a flood of warmth as she shattered, a scream tearing from her lungs as her release soaked the sheets beneath them. Still, he didn’t stop. The pace became punishing, a relentless rhythm chasing his own peak. With a final, deep grind, he pulled out, spilling himself across her back and red hair with a guttural shout.
Collapsing beside her, the only sounds were their ragged breaths and the forgotten movie. Chloe turned her head, a blissed-out, ruined smile on her lips. “Best favor… ever,” she panted.
Ethan just watched the ceiling, knowing the real tension was just beginning—the moment Grace walked through that door.
Chapter 2
Chloe’s ragged breathing was the only sound left in the room, her cheek pressed into the damp sheets. Ethan’s dark eyes roved over the landscape of her—the red marks blooming across her pale ass, the heaving of her back. Possession hummed in his blood, but he wasn’t finished. Not even close.
He rolled off the bed, his thick cock glistening and heavy against his thigh. Chloe whimpered at the loss, trying to push herself up on shaky arms.
“Stay down,” he commanded, voice a low rumble that vibrated in the silence. He went to Grace’s nightstand again, rummaging past the leather flogger. His fingers closed around sleek plastic and chrome—a thick, powerful vibrating wand. He flicked it on; a deep, insistent buzz filled the air.
Chloe’s head snapped around, blue eyes wide with a fresh surge of hunger. “What are you gonna do with that, Daddy?”
“You’ll find out.” In one brutal motion, he hooked an arm around her waist and flipped her roughly onto her stomach. The air left her lungs in a *whoosh*. Before she could catch it, his open palm cracked down on one perfect ass cheek, then the other—two sharp, stinging slaps that echoed off the walls and left two bright, perfect handprints blazing against her skin.
“Oh, God!” she screamed, arching into the pain.
“You wanted to be wrecked?” he growled, kneeling behind her. He didn’t wait for an answer. The buzzing head of the wand pressed hard against her swollen clit as he positioned himself at her entrance. “Now scream how much you love daddy’s cock filling your tight little ass.”
With that filthy promise hanging in the air, he drove into her from behind in one relentless stroke.
“FUCK!” Chloe shrieked, her body bowing off the bed. The dual assault was overwhelming—the deep, filling stretch of him and the merciless vibration shredding her nerves. “Yes! Yes! Oh my God, Daddy!”
“Louder,” Ethan grunted, setting a punishing rhythm, his hips hammering against her reddened flesh.
“I love it! I love your fucking cock!” she babbled, face twisted in ecstasy against the sheets. “It’s so deep! You own me! You own my ass!”
The wand buzzed relentlessly. Ethan watched her come apart beneath him, her muscles clamping down around him in frantic waves as a second orgasm tore through her without warning. Her scream was raw and endless.
“That’s it,” he snarled through gritted teeth, feeling his own control fraying at the edges as she milked him with each contraction. “Take it all.”
Suddenly, another sound pierced the haze—the distinct *clunk* of a key turning in the front door lock downstairs.
Both bodies froze.
Ethan’s thrusts slowed to a halt, though he remained buried deep inside her. Chloe’s panting cries died in her throat. Their eyes met over her shoulder—hers wide with panic and a dark thrill she couldn’t hide.
The heavy front door swung open downstairs.
Grace’s cheerful voice called up through the quiet house. “Ethan? Baby? I’m home!”
Chapter 3
“Ethan? Baby? I’m home!”
Grace’s voice was bright, cheerful, drifting up the stairs. It was a sound that normally made his chest warm. Now, it was a spark thrown onto gasoline.
His grip tightened on Chloe’s hip. Her breath hitched, her body trembling around him. The air in the room crackled with danger and raw lust.
“She’s coming,” Chloe whispered, a wild, panicked smile twisting her lips.
“I know,” Ethan growled. He didn’t pull out.
Instead, he flipped her over onto her stomach with a brutal jerk. The sheets were soaked beneath her. Her red hair fanned across the pillow, her blue eyes wide and pleading.
“Stay quiet,” he commanded, his voice a low, threatening rumble that brooked no argument.
His open palm cracked down on the pale curve of her ass once, twice—hard, punishing slaps that echoed like gunshots in the quiet room. The sound was impossibly loud. Crimson handprints bloomed on her skin instantly.
Chloe choked back a scream, biting into the pillow as tears of pain and ecstasy sprang to her eyes. “Oh God… Daddy…”
Footsteps sounded on the stairs—light, familiar. Grace was coming up.
Ethan positioned himself at her tight, forbidden entrance, slick with their shared wetness. He leaned down, his lips brushing her ear as his cockhead pressed against her. “You wanted to be wrecked? Then take it all.”
He pushed into her ass in one relentless, unforgiving stroke.
Chloe’s back arched violently off the bed, a strangled scream tearing from her throat as he filled her completely. It was too much, a blinding stretch of pleasure-pain that stole her breath.
“Yes! Fuck!” she cried out, shamelessly loud now, all pretense of silence gone.
“Take it all, slut,” Ethan snarled, setting a deep, punishing rhythm that drove the bedframe into the wall with each thrust. The headboard slammed rhythmically against the plaster in time with Grace’s approaching footsteps.
The door was just down the hall.
He fucked her harder, his hands digging into the burning handprints on her ass. “You love this? You love your sister’s man wrecking this tight little hole?”
“Yes! I love it!” Chloe sobbed, pushing back against him frantically. “It’s yours! It’s all yours, Daddy! Please don’t stop!”
The bedroom door handle rattled.
Ethan drove into her one final time, burying himself to the hilt as his own climax ripped through him with a guttural roar. Heat pulsed deep inside her as he came.
Simultaneously, Chloe shattered again, a silent scream locking her throat as an intense, pulsing orgasm clenched around his cock, milking him dry.
For a heartbeat, there was only the sound of their ragged breathing and the faint buzz of the forgotten TV.
Then the doorknob turned fully.
The door swung open.
Grace stood in the doorway, still in her coat and boots holding some grocery bags hanging from each arm all colour draining from her freckled face as she stared at scene before them—her boyfriend buried deep inside to which should not have been hers of what was supposed to be trusted older sisters shaking body drenched in sweat of that how she would also be left uncovered bare hips stamped with red handprints staring back wide-eyed frozen horror across silent messy room now trembling under intensity but not breaking apart yet either way–all three locked in shared forbidden truth dawning swiftly within seconds passing between them but none moving or uttering word into shocked silence finally broken by Ethan slowly pulling out with wet sound while turning head meeting horrified gaze unwavering dominance still etched across features glistening proof undeniable splattered across lower backs evidence undeniable written upon skin for all three see forever marking moment everything changed forever between them thereafter known simply thereafter–the night favor asked fulfilled consequences yet begin unfold now truly begins aftermath confession need explain why happened here tonight together alone without permission knowledge beforehand leading potential threesome cuckold dynamic previously only fantasy now suddenly terrifying reality standing doorway facing together lovers traitor sister awaiting explanation reaction next move unknown territory entered unwillingly yet irrevocably crossing line never uncrossed again returning normalcy impossible now forward path shrouded mystery tension thicker ever before silence deafening awaiting first words spoken shatter fragile standoff begun end old life start new forbidden chapter lives entwined deeper darker desire previously hidden now exposed raw nerve open air vibrating unspoken questions accusations lust betrayal swirling mix impossible untangle standing naked shame power before woman loved both differently now see differently forever changed–beginning end
Chapter 4
The frozen silence shattered with Grace’s movement. Her blue eyes, wide with shock, flickered from Chloe’s trembling, marked body to Ethan’s cock, slick and defiantly hard. Without a word, she let the grocery bags slide from her hands with a soft thud.
She crossed the room in three quick strides and dropped to her knees between them on the damp sheets.
Grace’s small hand wrapped around Ethan’s base, her gaze locked on his glistening length. “You’re still so hard for her,” she murmured, her voice a low, dangerous hum. Then, without breaking eye contact with Chloe’s horrified face, she took him deep into her mouth, swallowing him to the root in one smooth, practiced motion.
A guttural groan tore from Ethan’s throat. His hands fisted in the sheets on either side of him as Grace began to move, her tongue working him with fierce, possessive intent.
Chloe whimpered, trying to curl in on herself. “Grace, I—”
Grace pulled off with a wet pop, her lips still brushing his tip. She stared up at her sister, a feral smile on her freckled face. “Mine tastes better when he’s been inside you, doesn’t it?” she growled, the words thick with saliva and venom. She leaned forward and took him deep again, sucking hard as if to reclaim every trace.
After a moment, she released him and stood up. Her dominance filled the room, hotter and more terrifying than Ethan’s had been. She pointed a commanding finger at Chloe. “You don’t get to hide. You wanted this? You get the full show. On your hands and knees. Now.”
Trembling, Chloe obeyed, turning over and shakily getting into position on the ruined sheets. Her red hair clung to her sweaty neck, the red handprints on her ass a glaring testament.
Grace went to the nightstand, rummaging past the wand and flogger. She pulled out a thick, veined dildo and a bulbous glass plug. “Ethan,” she said, her tone leaving no room for debate. “You take her pretty little ass again. I want to see you fill it while I take this pussy.” She coated the dildo with a slick squirt of lube from the drawer. “She came on your cock in my bed. Now she’ll come around us both.”
Ethan moved behind Chloe, his hands spreading her cheeks. He pressed his tip against her tight ring, still loose and wet from his first claiming. With a slow, deliberate push, he seated himself inside her again, earning a sharp cry from Chloe that melted into a moan.
Grace positioned herself in front of her sister, aligning the glistening dildo at Chloe’s swollen entrance. “Look at me,” she commanded.
Chloe’s tear-filled blue eyes met hers.
“This is my home,” Grace hissed. “My man. And now,” she said, thrusting the toy forward in one brutal stroke, burying it deep alongside Ethan’s cock, “my toy.”
Chloe screamed, her body bowing between them as she was stretched impossibly full, two thick invaders claiming her from front and back. The sensation was overwhelming, a flood of pleasure-pain that short-circuited all thought.
“Fuck her,” Grace ordered Ethan, beginning a rhythmic push and pull with the dildo. “Make her feel us both.”
Ethan obeyed, setting a deep, grinding pace that matched Grace’s thrusts. The synchronized invasion was relentless, each movement driving Chloe higher toward a shattering peak she could feel building like a storm.
“Oh God… I can’t…” Chloe sobbed, her head dropping between her shoulders.
“Yes you can,” Grace snarled, pounding the toy deeper. “You’re going to come for us. You’re going to scream how good it feels to be fucked by your sister and her man.”
The pressure coiled tighter, a devastating knot of sensation pulled taut by their dual rhythm. Chloe’s cries became wordless chants, her body clenching wildly around both invading shafts as the room dissolved into heat and motion and the raw, undeniable truth of their shared corruption.
Chapter 5
“Oh, I think we can do better than this,” Grace purred, her eyes glinting with a dark, possessive fire. She pushed away from the bed, her movements sharp and deliberate. She stalked to the closet, rummaging for a moment before emerging with a sleek, black riding crop. The thin, rigid length of it gleamed in the low light.
She tapped it against her palm as she returned, the sound a sharp, threatening *tap-tap-tap*. “You wanted a symphony, baby sister? Let’s make one.”
Chloe shuddered, her body still impaled front and back. Grace circled them like a predator. “Ethan,” she commanded, her voice cold steel. “You keep fucking that greedy ass. Don’t you dare stop.”
Ethan grunted in acknowledgment, his hips already resuming their deep, grinding rhythm that made Chloe gasp.
Grace positioned herself beside them. She drew her arm back and brought the crop down in a swift, vicious arc.
*CRACK!*
The sound was electric, a sharp report that echoed off the walls. A bright red line bloomed across Chloe’s left ass cheek, right beside Ethan’s pounding hip.
“Ah! Fuck!” Chloe screamed, her body jerking forward into the thrust of the dildo.
“That’s it,” Grace hissed, bringing the crop down again on the other side. *CRACK!* “You take his cock. You take my toy. And you’ll take my punishment for touching what’s mine.”
*CRACK!*
“Daddy, harder!” Chloe sobbed, the plea ripped from her throat as the sting of the crop fused with the deep, filling stretch of Ethan’s cock.
“Louder!” Grace demanded, striking again. *CRACK!* “Tell him how much you love it!”
“Harder, Daddy, please!” Chloe cried, her voice breaking. “Your cock is so deep! It’s splitting me open! I love it! I love your fucking cock in my ass!”
*CRACK!* The crop landed on the trembling swell of her right cheek. “Filthy little thief,” Grace growled, but her voice was thick with arousal. “Look how wet you’re making my toy. You’re dripping for us.”
The symphony was perfect, brutal harmony: the wet slap of skin on skin, the sharp crack of leather on flesh, the choked, sobbing moans, and the filthy, praising litany.
“I’m your slut!” Chloe babbled, lost in the storm of sensation. “Wreck me! Own me! Please, Daddy, make me come!”
Ethan’s control snapped. The filthy praise, the sight of Grace marking her sister, the vice-like heat of Chloe’s body—it was too much. With a final, brutal plunge, he roared, his release pumping into her depths in hot, pulsing jets.
The feel of him coming inside her triggered Chloe’s own collapse. Her scream was raw and endless as her body convulsed, clamping down on Ethan’s cock and the dildo in a devastating, simultaneous orgasm that shook her to the core.
Grace watched them fall apart, a satisfied, dominant smile on her lips. She dropped the crop and crawled onto the bed as Ethan pulled out, spent. She kissed him deeply, tasting herself and her sister on his lips.
Then she turned to Chloe, who was trembling and weeping through the aftershocks. Grace gathered her into her arms, not with tenderness, but with possession. “Shhh,” she murmured into her sister’s hair, her hand stroking the heated, marked skin of her ass. “You did so well. My good girl. Our good girl.”
The silence that followed was heavy, saturated, and fundamentally changed. The line was gone. In its place was a new, unbreakable, and forbidden bond.
Chapter 6
Grace’s hand tightened on the riding crop. The momentary, possessive calm shattered as her eyes darkened again. “I don’t think you’ve learned your lesson yet,” she breathed, the words laced with a venomous thrill.
*CRACK!*
The crop landed on Chloe’s already marked ass with a fresh, searing bite. Chloe jolted with a sharp cry, the sound swallowed by Ethan’s guttural groan as he buried his cock to the hilt in her soaked pussy.
“Stay still, you greedy little bitch,” Grace commanded, dropping the crop to the rumpled sheets. She reached for the nightstand again, her fingers closing around a heavy, obsidian-black anal plug, its flared base wide and intimidating. She coated it liberally with the slick that dripped from Chloe’s used holes.
Ethan’s rhythm became a relentless, deep piston, his balls slapping against her with wet, rhythmic smacks. “Fuck, she’s so tight,” he grunted, his hands digging into her hips.
“She will be,” Grace purred, positioning the cold, rounded tip against Chloe’s other entrance. “This is going to make you so much tighter for him. Aren’t you lucky?”
“No, please, it’s too much,” Chloe whimpered, but she pushed her ass back into the threat, her body betraying her words.
“Please?” Grace mocked, applying steady, inexorable pressure. “You don’t get to say please. You take what we give you.” The thickest part of the plug began to stretch the tight ring of muscle, a slow, burning invasion. Chloe’s scream was ragged, her knuckles white where she gripped the sheets.
“That’s it,” Ethan encouraged, his thrusts never faltering, his cock plunging into her front as the plug claimed her back. “Take it all. Every fucking inch.”
Grace leaned down, her lips brushing Chloe’s ear as the plug seated fully with a soft, final pop. Chloe gasped, impossibly full, stretched to her limit. “You feel that?” Grace whispered, her voice a filthy, intimate threat. “That’s just the warm-up. When he’s done wrecking this pretty pussy, I’m going to tie you to the foot of the bed. Then I’m going to ride his cock while you watch, and when he’s good and hard again, he’s going to take this ass for real. He’s going to fuck you raw until you can’t remember which hole is which.”
Chloe could only sob, a broken stream of “yes” and “thank you” as the dual penetration overwhelmed her senses, the plug stretching her obscenely with every one of Ethan’s powerful drives into her clenching heat. The peak was a towering wave, visible in the tremors of her thighs and the desperate arch of her back, but it hovered just out of reach, sustained by the brutal, perfect rhythm of their shared use.
Chapter 7
“A warm-up?” Grace’s voice was a dark, thrilling ribbon of sound as she picked up the dropped riding crop. She ran its soft leather tip down Chloe’s sweat-slicked spine. “That was just the opening act.”
She tossed the crop aside with finality and moved to the closet, her movements predatory and sure. Ethan’s rhythm inside Chloe never broke, a relentless, deep drumbeat that kept her gasping on the edge of a plateau she wasn’t allowed to summit. Not yet.
From a case on the shelf, Grace withdrew a heavy silicone harness and a long, thick, double-ended dildo in a deep, glossy purple. The toy was intimidating, designed for shared sensation and profound filling. She met Ethan’s gaze over Chloe’s trembling back, a current of wicked understanding passing between them.
“Hold her still for me, baby,” Grace commanded, her voice dropping to a husky register as she stepped into the harness, securing it snugly around her hips. The weight of the toy hung between her thighs, a promise of invasion.
Ethan’s hands, already gripping Chloe’s hips, became immovable clamps. He leaned forward, his chest pressing against Chloe’s back, pinning her completely. “You heard her. Don’t move a fucking inch.”
Grace knelt behind them, her hands slicking the length of the dildo with more lubricant. The cool, broad tip pressed against Chloe’s other entrance, the one already stretched and sensitized by the plug. Grace’s other hand guided the opposite end to her own core, seating it inside herself with a soft, wet sigh of pleasure.
“Oh, god,” Chloe whimpered, feeling the immense pressure.
“This,” Grace growled, applying steady, undeniable force, “is how a greedy girl gets everything she asked for.”
The thick silicone head began to breach Chloe, a slow, burning expansion that stole her breath. Ethan drove into her front, his cock a solid counterpoint to the stretching invasion from behind. The dual sensation was overwhelming, a fullness that bordered on pain before it twisted into pure, blinding pleasure.
“Fuck, she’s taking it,” Ethan grunted, his thrusts becoming shallower, grinding rotations that rubbed her deepest spots as the toy pushed deeper.
“All of it,” Grace moaned, her own hips beginning to rock, fucking herself on her end of the toy as she fucked it into Chloe. The connection was visceral, a circuit of shared sensation. “You feel that, Chloe? You feel me inside you? We’re connected. We’re fucking you together.”
Chloe’s world dissolved into a white-hot nexus of sensation. The hard slap of Ethan’s pelvis, the deep grind of his cock, the relentless, filling stretch of the toy as Grace pistoned it into her ass. A broken scream tore from her throat, wordless and raw.
“Come for us, you filthy slut,” Grace demanded, her rhythm frantic. “Scream it!”
The command was the final trigger. The dual penetration, the shared domination, the utter physical overload detonated within Chloe. Her body seized, convulsing violently between them. An intense, rippling orgasm tore through her, so powerful it felt like her soul was being pulled from her body. Her scream was a continuous, shattered sound of ecstasy as she gushed around Ethan’s cock, her muscles clamping in frantic, helpless waves.
Her climax triggered theirs. Ethan roared, burying himself to the hilt as his own release pulsed hot and deep inside her. Grace’s cries joined the symphony, her body shaking as she rode the shared toy through her own crashing peak, the vibrations of Chloe’s convulsions echoing through the silicone into her own core.
For a long moment, the only sounds were their ragged, shared breaths and the wet, tender sounds of their slowly separating bodies. Grace gently withdrew, unhooking the harness. Ethan collapsed to the side, pulling Chloe with him, her spent form limp between them. She trembled, utterly wrecked, a blissful, ruined smile on her lips.
Grace leaned over, brushing sweat-damp red hair from Chloe’s forehead. Her voice was soft, possessive, final. “Now you belong to both of us.”
Chapter 8
The air, thick with the scent of sex and sweat, crackled with unspent energy. Chloe lay between them, trembling from the aftershocks of her last shattering climax, her body glistening and utterly claimed.
Grace’s fingers trailed possessively through Chloe’s damp red hair before she pulled away, her bare feet padding softly across the room. She picked up the riding crop from where it had been discarded, its leather grip warm in her hand.
“You look so pretty when you’re broken, Chloe,” Grace murmured, her voice a low, dangerous melody. “But I don’t think you’re broken enough.”
She returned to the bed, the crop tapping lightly against her own thigh. “On your hands and knees. Face the headboard. I want to watch you fall apart.”
With a weak, obedient whimper, Chloe pushed herself up, her sore muscles protesting. She assumed the position, her head bowed, presenting the landscape of her punished ass—a canvas of red welts and handprints.
Ethan moved behind her, his hard cock already seeking her heat again. He guided himself in with a single, deep stroke that drew a sharp gasp from Chloe’s lips. “Fuck, she’s still so tight,” he groaned, beginning a slow, grinding rhythm.
“Not for long,” Grace said, her voice hardening into command. She knelt beside them, a sleek, tapered anal plug in her other hand, its silicone surface catching the low light. “Ethan.”
He understood. His thrusts became harder, faster, snapping his hips against Chloe’s with renewed force. The sound of skin on skin filled the room.
“Now, Grace,” he gritted out, his control fraying.
Grace didn’t hesitate. She brought the riding crop down in a swift, sharp crack across Chloe’s left cheek. The pain was bright and immediate, a shocking contrast to the deep pleasure of Ethan’s penetration.
“Fuck her harder!” Grace commanded, her voice rising as she struck the other cheek.
Ethan obeyed, his pace turning punishing, each drive pushing Chloe forward with its force.
As Chloe cried out, her body bowing under the dual assault of pleasure and pain, Grace pressed the cool, lubricated tip of the plug against her other entrance. With the next powerful thrust from Ethan, she pushed it home, the gradual, filling stretch making Chloe scream.
“Oh, GOD!” Chloe shrieked, her voice breaking. The triple stimulation was overwhelming—Ethan pounding into her pussy, the plug stretching her ass, and the fiery sting of the crop blooming across her skin. Her vision whited out at the edges. “I can’t—I can’t take it!”
“You’ll take everything we give you,” Grace growled, delivering another stinging blow. “Now come for us. Squirt all over his cock, you greedy slut.”
The command, the pain, the impossible fullness detonated inside her. An earth-shattering orgasm ripped through Chloe, convulsing her body. A gush of hot release soaked Ethan’s pounding length as she screamed, her muscles clamping in frantic, helpless pulses.
“Pull out,” Grace ordered, her own breath coming in ragged pants. “Give it to her face. Mark her.”
With a final, deep groan, Ethan withdrew. He fisted his cock, stroking twice before his release erupted in hot, thick stripes across Chloe’s flushed cheeks, her parted lips, and her closed eyelids.
Chloe shuddered through the final waves of her climax, tasting salt and feeling the warm proof of his possession drip down her chin. She collapsed onto the sheets, spent and trembling, a ruined masterpiece between her sister and her sister’s lover.
Grace dropped the crop and leaned down, her lips brushing Chloe’s ear. “Look at you,” she whispered, a dark pride in her tone. “All ours.”
Chapter 9
The world swam back into a painful, blissful focus. Chloe’s cheek was pressed into the wet spot on the sheets, the scent of sex and sweat thick in her lungs. Her body felt liquid, utterly spent, but the low hum of energy in the room told her she wasn’t done.
Grace’s hand, cool and commanding, gripped her shoulder. “Don’t you dare fall asleep, little slut,” Grace purred, her voice dripping with dark intent. “We’re just getting you warmed up. Get on your hands and knees. Face the headboard. Now.”
A weak tremor ran through Chloe’s limbs, but she obeyed, pushing her sore body up. The plug nestled in her ass was a constant, full reminder of her submission.
“Wider,” Grace commanded, kneeling beside her. Her hands gripped Chloe’s bruised cheeks and pulled them apart, exposing her completely. The cool air kissed her most private places. “Look at that pretty little hole, Ethan. All stretched and waiting for you.”
Ethan moved behind her, his hard cock brushing against her thigh. “Fucking perfect,” he growled.
Grace reached for the nightstand and produced a large, realistic silicone dildo attached to a leather gag harness. She held it up, the dark silicone glistening with lube. “You wanted to be full, Chloe? Let’s make you full.”
She fitted the gag into Chloe’s mouth, the thick shaft forcing her jaws wide before settling behind her teeth. The taste of silicone and her own spit filled her mouth as Grace secured the straps behind her head.
“There,” Grace said, admiring her work. She positioned herself in front of Chloe, gripping the base of the dildo gag. “Now you’re going to suck this like it’s the only thing keeping you alive while your ass gets wrecked.” She looked over Chloe’s shoulder at Ethan. “Don’t be gentle. Pound that ass until she screams around this cock.”
Ethan’s hands gripped Chloe’s hips hard enough to bruise. He guided the head of his cock to her tight, resisting entrance. With no further warning, he drove forward in one brutal, deep thrust.
Chloe screamed, the sound muffled and distorted by the gag as he buried himself to the hilt in her ass.
“Yes!” Grace moaned, as if feeling it herself. She began fucking Chloe’s mouth in rhythm with Ethan’s thrusts, pushing the dildo deep into her throat with each punishing drive from behind.
The triple penetration was overwhelming—a brutal fullness in her ass, a relentless invasion in her throat, and the plug still stretching her from within. She was a vessel, utterly conquered.
“Look at you,” Ethan grunted, his hips slamming into her with piston-like force. “Taking it all like a fucking anal slut.”
Grace leaned close, her blue eyes blazing into Chloe’s tear-filled ones. “You love this, don’t you? You love being our little three-hole fuck toy.” She pushed the dildo deep, making Chloe gag. “You were born for this—to be used by us.”
The degradation was as potent as the physical violation. Chloe’s body was betraying her, a coil of white-hot pleasure tightening deep in her core despite the intense stretch and pounding.
“She’s gonna come,” Ethan snarled, his pace becoming frantic and uneven. “I can feel her tightening up like a vice around my cock.”
“Come then!” Grace shouted, slapping Chloe’s cheek lightly with her free hand. “Squirt all over his cock while he fills your ass, you dirty whore!”
The command shattered her. A raw, convulsive orgasm exploded through Chloe, wracking her body with violent tremors as she screamed soundlessly around the gag. Her climax triggered Ethan’s; with a final, deep roar, he slammed home and emptied himself inside her, his hot release painting her insides.
He collapsed over her back, spent. Grace slowly withdrew the dildo from Chloe’s bruised mouth, letting it pop free with a wet sound.
Chloe slumped forward, a broken, sobbing mess between them, filled and claimed in every possible way.
Grace stroked her hair almost tenderly. “Now,” she whispered huskily. “Now you’re complete.”