Six Brothers

Fifteen

I want to vomit, but I can’t. These stupid bitches are here willingly. I want to stop this, but I can’t.

These girls want this, I remind myself. They have come here of their own accord and are actually excited at the prospect of being deflowered by a biker, or maybe a bunch of bikers.

Idiots.

I hover in the bathroom with the blonde, watching through the slit in the door as Maxi straddles the now naked brunette. That didn’t take long. He takes his erect cock and lays it on her stomach, the tip of it ending just below her bellybutton.

“Oh, honey,” he says, forcing her legs wider and positioning himself at her entrance. “Did you see how big I am on you? This is gonna hurt.”

He pistons into her violently and she screams. I bet this isn’t how she expected it to be. I bet she thought it’d be glamorous and sexy, being desired fucked by a biker, when really, it’s just horribly sad. She screams again, and he laughs, continuing to pump her as hard as he can. Her screams taper off to moans and the occasional whimper.

“It’s hurting,” the girl whimpers as he continues to pound her.

Maxi laughs smirks and pulls out of her, his dick coated in her blood. Roughly, he turns her over, entering her again from behind. “Don’t lie, bitch,” he says excitedly, laughing as she cries into the pillow in front of her face. “You love it when I fuck you.”

I wait another few minutes, the blonde looking more nervous by the second. I want to tell her she’ll be okay. I want to tell her it won’t be that bad.

I’d be lying, of course.

“Here,” I say to her. “Open your mouth.”

She looks at the pill dubiously. She’s smarter than her friend, and not as daring. Funny, I’d assumed it was the other way around.

“It’s an E,” I whisper, pressing the tablet to her lips. Upon hearing that, she parts her lips, takes the pill that I press onto her tongue and swallows. Once I’m sure the pill is out of her mouth, I point to Maxi, who is fucking the other girl into painful oblivion.

I only have a few more minutes before the brunette passes out. I didn’t give her an E at all, you see. I gave her an extremely powerful sedative that will knock her out for the next six to eight hours. She won’t remember a thing.

Hopefully.

I close the door quietly and motion to the black bag I’ve brought into the room with me. “Pass me that, will you?”

She bends down and grabs the bag, handing it to me. I reach in and pull out a coiled length of rope and a black satin eye mask that has a band of elastic attached to it, and hand it to her.

“You know how to tie knots? I ask.

“I guess,” she says. “What’s this for?” Her eyes widen. “I don’t want to be tied up.”

“Maxi’s into being tied up.” I say. “Relax. You’re the one in control, here.”

She relaxes visibly. “Anything else?”

“Yeah,” I say, gesturing to the ropes. “He likes to be tied up really, really tight.”

She nods and brushes past me as she exits the bathroom, and I watch her go with a sinking feeling. I imagine what Elliot would think of me right now. He’d never speak to me again if he saw the shit that just went down.

Still.

I watch through the cracked bathroom door as the blonde walks out into the bedroom. It only takes Maxi a moment to see her and realize she’s a lot more awake than the semi-conscious girl beneath him.

“Well, hello,” he says, pulling out of the first girl and climbing off the bed. “And how are you, sweetie?” She walks hesitantly, probably slowed by the initial screams of her friend and the powerful drugs now circulating her system. I glance at the girl on the bed, who is passed out cold. I estimate in about ten minutes, this one will be joining her.

“Okay,” she breathes, as she approaches him slowly.

“And what’s your name?” Maxi asks, his cock in his hand as he circles her.

“M-mel,” the girl stutters. “We’ve partied together heaps of times.” She looks at her friend and worry flashes across her face. “Is she okay?” she asks Maxi.

Maxi laughs. “She’s great,” he says. “What’ve you got for me, little lady?”

I grit my teeth as she holds up a length of rope in one hand, a black satin eye mask in the other. “I have a surprise for you,” she says. “All you have to do is sit down and put this on.”

He looks dubious at first until she smiles and licks her lips, staring suggestively at his cock, and then he’s sold. He rushes to the chair in the corner and sits down, taking the mask from her outstretched hand and sliding it onto his face.

She fashions crude and clumsy knots around his wrists and ankles, before stealing a small glance at the bathroom door where I’m hidden. I nod encouragingly, rolling my eyes after she’s turned back and gotten to her knees in front of him.

“Um…” the girl says, hesitating.

“What?” Maxi growls, clearly unimpressed.

“It’s just…there’s blood…”

Of course there is. He just banged her virgin friend within an inch of her life. There was blood.

He groans. “Just fucking suck it already,” he spits, pistoning his hips up into the air.

She takes a deep breath and opens her mouth, taking him into her mouth. I don’t want to watch so I just listen for the thud.

It doesn’t take long.

Thud.

I open the bathroom door. The first girl is still passed out cold on the bed, a small patch of bright red blood between her legs. The second girl has crashed unconscious onto the floor besides Maxi, who is in the chair and getting more confused by the second.

Showtime.

I grab my little mirror and the first girls drivers license, striding into the room.

“Who’s there?” he asks, pulling at the ropes that secure his arms and legs to the wooden chair.

I smile, placing my mirror onto a small table and dragging it over to where Maxi is thrashing. I pull his mask off so that he can see me.

He blinks a few times, looking me up and down.

“What the fuck?” He roars when he sees the two girls unconscious. I smile prettily, straddling him, my breasts pressed against his chest.

“You’re a lucky boy,” I say, putting a finger to his lips. “Your father has a present for you.”

I reach behind me and tug at the silk laces on my strapless corset, letting it burst open before it falls to the floor. Maxi’s eyes practically bulge out of his head. I know he’s been hot to have me since the minute he laid eyes on me.

“What’s my present,” he asks, licking his lips, staring at my tits. Hooked.

“I’ll take you so high, you’ll never come back down,” I say, grinding myself against his wet cock.

He watches with wide eyes as I lean over and grab the mirror stacked with lines of cocaine. I rack one up with the card—the harmless cocaine—and press one nostril shut, lower my nose and breathe in deeply.

Fuck. I see stars, bright, shiny, dazzling stars, as the coke enters my bloodstream and bubbles along to my brain, hot and delicious.

“Your turn,” I say, as I place the other side of the mirror under his nose. I block one nostril for him as he snorts a line.

He looks at me in horror, choking, as his entire body spasms underneath me.

I caress the side of his face with my free hand, smiling as I lick my lips. “Happy birthday,” I whisper. “You sick fuck.”

“What are you doing?” he yells, struggling beneath me. His strong arms pull the ropes taut, his coiled muscles threatening to snap them, but he’ll be dead long before these ropes begin to fray.

I frown in mock sadness. “You didn’t ask me my name,” I pout.

“Fucking whore is your name!” he spits, struggling like a pinned wild animal beneath me.

“Oh, keep moving like that,” I moan, mocking him. “Feels good.”

I shove the cocaine back under his nose but he pulls away, arching and bucking and twisting.

“What the fuck is this?” he demands angrily, as I climb off him.

“You know what they say about your past coming back to haunt you?” I ask calmly, business-like as I shove the piece of duct tape across his mouth. He isn’t expecting it, had been too busy keeping his eye on the mirror full of poisoned coke to watch what I’m doing. He screams behind the tape, his efforts emitting nothing but a very small sound, barely perceptible and definitely not noticeable to anyone outside the room.

The tape serves a dual purpose: to shut him up, and to seal off his mouth, forcing him to breathe through his nose. He bucks and struggles like a pinned bull, but I am patient. I let him struggle for a few minutes until he tires, and then I withdraw a plastic bag from my underwear, tipping fine white powder into my palm. Straddling him again, I grab a handful of his hair with one hand, shoving my coke-covered palm right under his nostrils. He immediately holds his breath, and a slow smile spreads across my face.

“How long can you hold your breath for, Maximilian Ernesto Ross?”

His eyebrows shoot up as if to say, how do you know my name?

“Oh, I know your name. I know everything about you. I’ve known you since the day I was born into this motherfucking club.”

He’s still clueless, but he’s starting to connect the dots. I lean closer and lick his cheek, the same way he licked my cheek six years ago as he fucked me half to death. I pout. “It’s me, Maxi. Julie. I got a new face, but I still remember what you did to me and my family.”

Snap. All at once he realizes exactly who I am, and runs out of air. He shoves his head violently from side to side, but I have a firm grip on his hair and my palm merely follows him as he thrashes, breathing in the toxic powder at the same time.

His nose begins to bleed and his eyes roll back into his head momentarily, his pupils shrinking to pinpricks in his cold blue eyes.

“Don’t you like my gift?” I ask him mockingly, as he thrashes violently, spilling most of the powder over both of us.

He stares at me defiantly, hate and rage radiating from him, a muffled word that sounds like a no coming from underneath the tape.

I laugh. “Don’t lie, bitch,” I echo his previous statement as I pull his head back and force more powder under his bleeding nose. “You love it when I fuck you.”