A week went by, and Billy got paid and bought the bed he promised. It was big, too big for his car, so we had to use Dave’s van to bring it home. He grunted and struggled to drag it into the house. He struggled more to get it set up in the room. But now we had a bed. Finally, we slept together side by side. I clung to him and he didn’t seem to mind. Little pinches, a few kisses. “Please fuck me.”
That night, after he finished me off — again with his fingers — he didn’t leave and sleep on the couch.
The next day I sat waiting at the pier, an obedient robot. The kids were there again, but like many days, Kayla and Tyler were absent. The others looked over from time to time, but their curiosity seemed lessened. They surely didn’t approach.
When afternoon came, a storm began to drift in from the ocean. I felt the wind rise and grow cool. Quickly, the beach emptied as everyone grabbed their stuff and rushed to their cars, those that drove, or filtered home through the lonely streets of the town.
I walked over to Billy. “Sweetie, it’s gonna rain. Do you close up?”
“It might pass. I’ll stay open.”
“Must I stay here? Can I go home?”
He didn’t answer for a bit. He just peered out to sea and watched the clouds gather.
“I’m sure Dave’s at work,” I added. “Nobody’ll be there.”
Still, he looked and thought. Then he said, “Fine. Go straight home.”
“Great. Gimme the key.”
He gave me the key. I smiled, turned, and rushed toward the buildings. I didn’t wait for him to change his mind. And when I passed the first corner out from view of the smoothie stand, I felt something, a sense of freedom. Billy wasn’t watching me. I could go anywhere and he wouldn’t know.
But still, I went straight home.
By the time I neared the house the first rain clouds had arrived. The winds had carried them, but not straight. They seemed to curl in from the north over the tall craggy bluff and drop fast. The rain was hard and cold. I had to run the last fifty yards. When I arrived, I fumbled at the lock and practically fell into the house.
Dave was fucking Mel on the couch.
Her clothes were strewn about; I saw her darling little skirt resting on the chair. She had her legs up over his shoulders and her hands wrapped behind his neck, pulling him close. She writhed like a little demon. His back was to me, and I watched his thighs and calves flex as his butt pumped up and down, up and down. He kept grunting. She looked at me and smiled.
“Amber is here,” she said.
He turned his head. “Oh fuck.” But he didn’t stop fucking her. He pumped harder. Then he grunted and blurted out, “Oh baby fuck yeah.” His whole body went rigid, except his head, which nodded and turned convulsively.
He stepped away from her and stumbled a bit.
“What the fuck are you doing here?” he asked. “Where’s Billy?” He blinked and grabbed the back of the chair. His body shook again. His cock was dripping.
Mel still lay on the couch with her legs curled up and her pussy visible between her thighs. “Hi Amber,” she said. “See anything you like?” She opened her legs.
“Uh — ”
I wasn’t sure what to do. I knew what I wanted to do. I also knew what Billy would want me to do. I managed to just stand there.
Dave crossed the room, his cock hanging semi-rigid. He grabbed my elbow. Then he pulled me into the house and slammed the door behind me.
“Get in here, bitch! Don’t you fucking dare tell Billy about this.”
“Bring that hot little thing over here,” Mel said.
“She’ll rat us out, and I do not want Billy to know I was fucking you.”
“Ha! As if he wouldn’t figure it out. Why else would you help me? Now bring her here!”
Dave brought me there, behind me, holding both my elbows. When we reached the couch, he shoved me into Mel’s waiting arms.
“I’ve been wanting to get a taste of this little sweetie.” She pulled me to her, chest to chest. I pushed away. I couldn’t stop myself. “Dave! Help. Hold her to me.”
I felt Dave draw close behind me, but not quite touching. “What the fuck? Are you gonna rape her?”
She grabbed my wrists. “Mmm. Don’t resist sweetie. And I don’t think it’ll be rape exactly. She wants it. Look at her face. She wants it bad.” She pulled my arms. “Press her to me.”
I felt Dave’s hand on my back. He pressed. Oh yes! He pressed. I tried to escape and failed.
With Dave holding me, she released my wrists and wrapped her arms around my neck, fixing my head. Face to face, she kissed me. A long kiss.
“Num, num. She’s my little chicklet, and I’m gonna chew her up.”
Then to my breasts. She yanked down the top of my cami and freed them from my bra. She sucked hard. I felt my nipples swell in her mouth as she grunted and bit, little nibbles. The pleasure grew and grew. Then a thrill passed through me, an amazing sense of — something — hunger, maybe. My pussy tingled. Briefly, I was free.
“Mel, Dave… Mmm… Darlings. Please fuck me. Oh… Fuck me so hard. Rape me if you have to. But do it. Do it!”
“Holy crap!” Dave said.
A smile crossed Mel’s face, a huge smile, her mouth wide, her eyes blazing. “This is gonna be great!”
It was indeed great. So great. Amazing. Mel was fiendishly delightful. Dave was magnificent. He overpowered me and held me down. So ugly, his dark narrow eyes, the sneer on his crooked mouth. But he wanted me. He took me. His cock pumped my wet hole.
I cried out, but Mel stopped that by shoving my wet panties in my mouth and holding it closed. “Take your fuck, girl,” she said. Dave grunted and shook. “You better make her come, Dave!”
“Oh fuck!” he said.
I struggled uselessly. I squirmed and shifted. But his cock kept pumping me. Mel squeezed my tits.
“Take your fuck,” she said again.
I gagged and coughed and forced the panties from my mouth. “I’m gonna come,” I said. “Please. Harder.”
Dave fucked me harder. Mel was moaning, even though no one was touching her. “You’re so fucking hot. Come, girl!”
And it arrived. Almost! The edge. The beginning. I tried to delay it, to let it build just a bit higher before I fell. It’d been so long since a proper one, one that satisfied. I hadn’t been properly fucked since rotten useless Billy took me with his silly bent cock.
I pushed the thoughts of Billy from my mind. I looked into Mel’s beautiful eyes.
“Look at her!” she said. “She’s about to pop. Go on! Fucking come you little slut!”
“Oh! Oh! Oh!”
Almost.
Then Dave began pumping frantically. He started to grunt, and I knew: it was now or never. Mel grabbed a nipple and pinched hard. “Come you fucking whore!”
I came. My pussy seemed to surge. My mind exploded.
Dave came also. I guess. When I could see again, think again, when I could again breath, he was sitting on the floor with a bewildered look. Spunk dripped from my cunt.
“Wow,” Mel said.
“Uh — ”
Dave said, “Fuck that was good.”
I started to laugh.
“You alright, Amber?”
Still, I laughed. I curled up and moaned and still felt it. My body twitched.
Mel began to laugh too. She pulled me up and kissed me, deep kisses. Dave smiled.
“Can you talk?” she asked.
“Yes.”
“You’re so hot, sweetie. So fucking hot. My stupid brother doesn’t deserve you.”
I had only moments to speak, to say my true feelings. The door in my mind was closing fast.
“Fuck me more. Force me. I’ll start resisting again, but don’t let me. Fuck me more.”
Dave remained on the floor, seeming stunned. But Mel followed my command. She began to use her mouth on me, all over me. She pressed me to the couch and climbed down me, her mouth drawing near to my place. My moans grew louder and louder. Her pussy reached my face and pressed. Then her mouth — that mouth! — reached my pussy and drank deep.
I returned the favor. Her thighs closed about my head and didn’t leave me much choice. Such a sweet place on such a wicked girl. I was in heaven.
Please Mel, don’t mention Billy. Let me not even think of him!
Soon enough, step by step, and what sweet steps, I arrived again. Bliss.
They ended up tying me to Dave’s bed. It was the only way to control me, to let them do what they pleased to me — and what pleased me, even though I couldn’t say so. Maybe they knew, sort of. They must have guessed. Even though I fought them, pleaded and begged for them to stop, each time I came, I moaned and shook and cried out in pleasure.
And after I came, each time, there was a brief moment of freedom. “Please fuck me more.”
But eventually all things must end. They stopped fucking me. There was only so much in them. Even Mel, who continued far past Dave’s limit, reached a point she could go no further, come no more. She collapsed in exhaustion, even as I begged for more.
More. Could I ever be satisfied completely? — by a human.
“Oh Amber,” she said. “You’re one fucked up bitch.”
But there was a smile on her face, a look of deep fulfillment. Was she impressed? She kissed me while Dave staggered to the bathroom to wash off his dick.
When he returned he looked serious. “Billy will be home soon, and I guess we have to do it today.”
“Oh?” she said.
“Yeah. I don’ think we can trust Amber to keep her mouth shut.”
He stood at the end of the bed and looked down on my restrained form and at Mel lying on top of me.
“Aw,” she said. “I think she’s one of us now. I mean — there’s no way she’s happy with Billy.” She turned to me and kissed me again. “We can trust you, right, Amber?”
Such pretty eyes. But could they? — trust me?
“No,” I said. “I mean — I’ll try, but when I’m with Billy…” I stopped and gulped. I couldn’t explain.
“Crazy bitch,” Dave said. He went to his dresser and grabbed a pair of briefs and leaned down to pull them on. “Anyhow, there’s really no reason to wait. Get dressed. We’ll gag her and leave her tied up here so she can’t pull anything.”
Mel shrugged. “Fine.” Then she gave me another kiss. “Wait here, sweetie. We have to get my money from Billy. After that, I’m taking you with me. There’s no way I’m leaving you with that fat faggot.”
Dave pulled an old tee shirt from his dresser and gagged me with it.
They closed the door, but when it happened — he got home soon enough — I could hear everything. It wasn’t much. It wasn’t what I feared, no violence, nothing like that. Some threats, but nothing serious.
Dave said, “Pay your sister or you’re out! And I’ll kick your ass, like, every day. On the pier. And I’ll tell everyone you’re a faggot.”
“Fuck off, man!”
It went on and on. But I guess Billy didn’t have anywhere else to stay, at least not in town. After a bit, I heard him bellow and cry out. No, not in pain. Nothing violent. Just plain old fear.
Billy was such a pussy. Why did I end up with Billy?
“The money’s gone!” he said.
“No fucking way!” Mel’s voice.
“The money’s gone. Really. I spent it on Amber.”
“Asshole!” Dave’s voice. “There’s no way you spent that much on a piece of ass.”
“Come on, you shit,” Mel said. “Give me my share.”
“Seriously, I spent it on Amber.”
“What? How? Did you pay for her mom’s cancer surgery or something? It would explain why she sticks with your sorry ass.”
A few moments of time.
“She’s a robot.”
A few more moments of time.
Mel, “No fucking way!”
Dave, “Ha! Well that explains a lot. Holy crap! Well, dearest Mel, I guess the joke’s on you!”
“One of those fuck-bots? You stupid fuck! You bought a fuck-bot?”
Billy made a ridiculous gurgling, sobbing noise.
“You’re serious. How much?”
“Most of it. Fifty large.”
Dave laughed. “That little cunt cost fifty G’s? Ha! Well, I guess she’d be worth it, if you weren’t such a faggot! Do you have any idea how desperate that poor creature was for a real man?”
“Fuck off!”
“She’s tied to my bed now. I’ve been fucking her all afternoon. And dude! Did she ever need a real cock! It’d be inhuman leaving her with you. Ha! Inhuman! Get it?”
I heard Billy shout. Then I heard a scuffle, but it didn’t last long. There were no sounds of punching or falling, nothing serious. Soon it stopped, and I heard Billy’s breath coming in short bursts. Again, Dave laughed. “You pussy!”
Then Mel said, “She’s half mine.”
“What?”
“The money was half mine, so Amber is half mine.”
Dave said, “That makes sense.”
Billy didn’t say anything. Mel spoke again. “Yeah. Half mine. And you’ve had her for weeks, so I get her for the next few weeks.”
“That’s totally true,” Dave said. “This is great. Hey Mel! Can I fuck your robot?”
“Yeah, for fifty bucks!”
There was a moment of complete silence.
“And that’s how I’ll get my money.” She sounded so excited. “I’ll whore that little thing out on the pier. Fifty for a blow, a hundred for a screw!”
Billy began to sob.