Page 13 of Rudimentary Distortion

I don’t know what they’re playing at, but this is torture.

Cain rips off his belt and folds it in half. “Open your legs wide, Tinkerbell.”

I want to resist his orders, tell him to go to hell, but my pussy is a fucking slut, and my legs open so she can expose herself. I’m so wet and horny that I’m pretty sure they could walk me down the hall, get me to knock on every hotel room, and expose myself to random strangers.

A scream echoes from my throat as Cain smacks me directly on my clit without warning. The pain throbs, and a sense of calm takes over.

When we were younger, I went to Cain, begging him to spank me. I dropped my pants, splayed over his knee, and let him slap my ass until it was red and swollen. For days, it hurt so badly that it was impossible to sit without discomfort.

As fucked up as it is, that he remembered I’m a little pain slut makes me feel precious.

“Such a perfect little pain slut,” Cain says as he strikes me again, this time on the inside of my thigh. “You’re the only girl who handles pain. Most cry at a little slap on their ass, but not you, Tinkerbell. I could make your body black and blue and you’d beg for more.”

Lars climbs over me to straddle my throat. My lips part for him, allowing his dick to slip into my mouth. He grips my hair, and I moan at the burning pain in my scalp. I gaze up, and he smiles as he slaps me across the face so hard it will leave a mark. Fuck, I missed this. I’m not sure if other men are incompetent or if I’m so comfortable around these two that I can let go easily. Lars and Cain can flop me around like a rag doll, and I’ll still open my mouth and ask for more.

Lars pounds into my mouth over and over, cutting off my air supply. His rage is palatable with every thrust of his hips. He yanks my hair back and forth without gentleness, letting me know I’m about to be fucked like I don’t matter.

“Fuck, Billie. I’ve missed your dirty little mouth. It’s made for sucking dick, baby.” Lars holds my head down, choking me.

His dick twitches in my mouth, and the tip hits the back of my throat, forcing me to gag. Panic flares, and I worry about barfing on him. Lars did that before and got off on it. But Lars would let me take out all my frustrations on him afterward.

I dig my long nails into his ass, puncturing his skin.

“Fuck, yes,” Lars groans.

I look at Cain, now naked, his enormous dick in one hand and the belt in the other. He catches my eye and smiles before pulling the belt back and sticking Lars’ ass and my pussy.

“You’re going to be fucked hard, Tinkerbell, and it’s going to be dirty.”

My pussy is soaked at the mere thought of the things they’ll do to me. They fucked me so thoroughly when we were eighteen. I can’t imagine what ten years have taught them, especially their years as rock stars.

Cain winks at me before picking up his joint from the ashtray. He steps close and falls to his knees, inserting three fingers inside me and twisting them as he pushes up. Cain’s the only man who’s ever been able to make me squirt. It used to behis favorite thing. He’d drink it all in and bite my clit until my body came down from the high.

“Still the sexiest cunt I’ve ever seen, Tinkerbell.”

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Cain

“So responsive,” I murmur as I take a haul from my joint and remove my fingers from her soaked cunt.

Billie’s leg hooks around me, desperate for my tongue on her greedy cunt. I chuckle, bending to blow the smoke into her pussy before inhaling it back into my lungs. I allow her to squirm a little before I thrust three fingers into her pussy again and latch onto her clit with my teeth. Billie isn’t like other girls. She never wanted me to make love to her or show her kindness. She wanted pain. Together, we numbed our pain through sex and violence.

Billie’s hips buck as I fingerfuck her, pressing her G-spot. I hope she gushes like she used to. She drenched my face, and I loved it. I maintain the pressure as her legs shake. Her hips move with my hands as if she can’t decide if she wants more or for it to end.

I lick her clit, adding another layer of sensation before moving my hand, allowing her to drench me. Fuck. I lock my mouth on her cunt as she shoots on my face, letting her pour every drop directly into my mouth, filling it to the brim.

I get up and yank Lars off her by his hair. Billie looks shocked, and Lars is pissed, but I don’t care. She opens her mouth when I slap her with my cock, but instead of slipping my dick between her lips, I bend and spit her cum into her mouth.

“Gargle it. I want you to savor the flavor only I can get out of you. We’re going to fuck you so hard tonight. Stretch you wide and fuck every hole you have until you can’t walk for days. Ten years, Billie. That’s a long time to make up for.”

Lars kneels in front of me and takes my cock in his mouth. His gaze is fixed on Billie, legs spread, pussy on display, and mouth open as she gurgles.

“That’s it, Tinkerbell. Such a good girl, taking our directions so well. Don’t swallow until you’re told.”

My hand snakes around Lars’ throat, guiding him on my cock as we gaze at our girl. Billie’s hands roam her body, one groping her tit while the other lands on her sexy cunt. Her fingers glide between her pussy, and she hisses as they brush her clit.

“You missed those bites, didn’t you?” I growl.