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Slave to Love (DareToDream & Loveme)

Each thrust was like a nose dive into heaven for the old man, his aged body rocking against her young nubile one with strength each time. He cared nothing about her feelings or her body, not in the wellbeing sense; no, all he wanted to do was fuck this girl until he came inside her and that’s exactly what he did. Each movement of his body against hers was rough, hard, deep, his cock spearing her pussy again and again.

He had hoped she’d like it, maybe even moan and gasp, but all she did was whimper and look away. The whimpers fueled him though, gave him some enjoyment, and he had to admit it had been too long since he’d fucking someone like her. Her tight little pussy pulled him in each time, sucked that cock of his inside like it wanted it more than anything in the world. He’d oblige it, pound that pussy until the girl couldn’t walk when he was done, and that’s exactly what he did. The creaking of the bed grew louder and the headboard began to bang against the wall from the force of his thrusts, all of his pent up anger and sexual frustration being released in each movement of his hips against hers. “Look at me, you little bitch. Stare into my eyes or I’m going to ravage your ass next.” His words were harsh and his teeth bared but he didn’t stop punishing her body at all.

**
The increased level of noise grated both boys nerves and Luke had begun to pace the length of the room. He was wondering how Bella was handling it, getting fucked hard by his father like that, but he knew if he dwelled on it too much he’d be right up those stairs and then he’d probably be dead. Gritting his teeth, he settled for cursing non-stop, and glaring at his brother who just looked back passionless. The look was fake though; inside, Marcus was just as upset as his brother.
 
Bella groaned out as he continued to fuck her. For his age, he had kept his pace. The man hadn't slowed down at all. She could even feel his pace pick up at some points. Her hands clenched at the sheets that were in her hands. To him, the last time she had been fucked was just a few hours ago. But it had been longer then that, a few months or more. Her body wasn't use to the way it was being treated, the roughness that he presented it.

She could feel all of his anger releasing on her body, through the thrusts that went in. His grip against her legs. She could feel her body becoming sore, the longer he went the more sore it became. Bella couldnt help but scream out, the only pain she could feel was the soreness. But she knew, once he stopped it would all come flooding back. One of her hands had left, placing it on his arm. She was trying to squeeze something, something that would actually help. Then, his voice was heard once more and she turned to him. Looking him straight in the eyes.

Biting her tongue, she didn't want to speak rudely towards the man. Not when he was pounding her harder then ever as it was. Her eyes stayed focused on his. His words were ringing in her head, everything that had happened flooding through her mind. "Please.... Stop..." She was shaking her head, feeling the pain start to creep in slowly.
 
The boy’s father heard her plea, felt the grip of her hand on his arm, but all he did was grin down at the hapless young woman and continue with the pace that he had already set, reveling in the feel of his hard shaft plunging into her body. She was tight, her supple folds wrapped around him, and his body swam with delightful pleasure each time he thrust into her, claiming her body for his own use, his own need. It had been too long for him, too long without a warm body to call his own and to do what he said whenever he said it. This woman would fit fill that hole, become the slave that he needed, meeting every sexual demand he had as well as taking care of them and the house. He’d even share her with his boys, if they didn’t do anything stupid, and perhaps she’d like that too.

Not that he cared about her wellbeing of course; she was his whether she wanted that or not, but he knew if she got some satisfaction from it also, she’d perform better in all of her tasks. The echo of her scream was still fresh in her ears when he finally spoke, his words husky with lust. “I’ll stop, my little bitch, but only when I’ve filled you with my hot seed.” As soon as the words were out, the man slowed his thrusts and then pulled from within her but before she could get any hope, he rolled her to her stomach and put her on her hands and knees then plunged back inside her. One hand gripped her hip and one wrapped into her hair and he rode her hard and fast until finally a bellow of his own split the air. When the last of his seed had slipped from his softening cock, the old man pulled out and flopped to the bed next to her then shoved her onto her side. “Fuck, that was great” he grumbled, his voice sleepy. “I’m gonna love having you around the house, baby. Now go get cleaned up and see to my boys.”

**

Downstairs, both boys were pacing now but it stopped the minute they heard their father scream in pleasure, the sound almost shaking the walls of the house. Luke turned to Marcus and swore loudly. “About fucking time he finished. I hope she’s not hurt.” Marcus could only give a simple nod, his eyes locked on the stairwell, wondering what would come next.
 
How bad she wanted to turn her head, to look away from the man that owned her. The man that was making sure she would have a hard time being able to walk or even move at that. Bella groaned deeply, some in pleasure. Most in pain. She had lost time, how long it had been since they had began. Her eyes stared deeply into his. Making sure not to break eye contact. Her grip on his hand tightened as he continued. Her insides becoming use to the mans size. His pace. Closing her eyes for a quick moment, she opened them as she heard his voice and his thrusts slowing down until finally he pulled away.

Bella screamed as he flipped her over with one quick movement. Forcing her on her hands and knees. Her eyes finally closed as she felt his hand against her hip, his other wrapping in her hair as he pulled her head back. Whimpering in pain, she felt him plunging back into her depths. A few moments later, she heard him. Felt his seed filling her up, the last bit slipping out as he pulled away. Dropping to the bed beside her. The woman could feel her body, her lower part in pain. Whimpering, her head rested against the bed before he pushed her over on herside. Soon after, she heard him speaking. She didn't speak, she merely nodded and whimpered to herself.

A few moments later, she was rising and grabbing the clothes from the floor. Moving slowly, very slowly as she made her way to the bathroom. Turning the shower on hot, she climbed in and let the water try to relax her body. After a few moments, she finished and dried her body. Leaving her hair to the side of her shoulder and pulling the clothes on. Her body rested against the hallways walls, moving her way down the hall and finally she was to the stairs. Her body aching, she made her way down. Seeing Marcus and Luke, both still there. Bella tried to smile, but shook her head. "I'm suppose to see to you...."
 
The old man watched through half-hooded eyes as his new slave stood up on shaky legs and staggered towards the bathroom. A satisfied grin spread across his face because he knew he was the cause of her current state. It had been a while since he’d fucked someone and he’d taken her hard and fast, there was no doubt about that. Best to break her in early though as her life with them would not be an easy one. When he heard the water turn on, he began to drift off, safe in the knowledge that she would never raise her hand to him, especially after what he’d just done to her.

**

Luke and Marcus both froze instantly as the heard footsteps in the upper hallway, their eyes locking as they wondered which of the two would come down first. Had their father injured Bella or even perhaps killed her and was coming down now to let them know or was it Bella that was coming. Step after step brought the person closer to the stairs and then finally down them, both young men watching intently the entire time. When Bella appeared, a sigh of relief could be heard from Luke and his body visibly relaxed. She had survived, though from the way she was walking, it had been a hard painful fuck that their father had given her.

It was Marcus that found his voice first, moving forward to take her hand and draw her to the couch. “We’re glad you’re ok, Bella.” He didn’t feel sympathy for her but a spark of compassion did rise to the surface as he remembered the ice bag she had handed him.
Luke took her hand and began to absently run his thumb over it as a tentative smile came to his face. “Yes, I’m very glad. We heard your screams and feared the worst. My father….he’s not known for his tenderness when fucking someone.” The words were coarse but true. Marcus glanced over at Luke and then down the hall towards the spare bedrooms. “Perhaps we should show Bella to her room. She needs to rest and so do we.” Luke nodded and the two men helped her to her feet and took her to the room that would be hers. Once they had closed the door behind them, Marcus turned towards her. “If we all sleep together, he will think you serviced us and you’ll be able to get some sleep. Let’s get you undressed.” The men made quick work, removing her pants and shirt until she was nude and then stripping down themselves. Once done, they settled her into the bed and joined her, Luke spooning her from behind with an arm around her waist and Marcus in front of her.
 
Whenever she walked down the stairs, she could feel the pain that accompied the movements. Whimpering softly, she smiled crookedly as she saw the pair. She could see that Marcus still had the black eye from where his father had hit him earlier, and Luke had a bruised jaw… but why? His father hadn’t done it… He had been with her all along. When she saw Luke’s body relaxing, she shook her head. “You were worried about me…” she spoke softly. Knowing their father was sleeping upstairs. When Marcus stepped forward before Luke, she gently nodded. Letting him walk her to the couch, when they set down she felt Luke’s thumb running over her hand.

“You don’t have to tell me that… I think I found that out just a few moments ago…” Shaking her head, she didn’t want to think of what had happened. When their next words came, she nodded along with them. “You mean I get a bedroom? Not some blanket in the corner?” She asked softly. She didn’t mean it rude to them, more to their father. Shaking softly as she stood, she let the pair walk her towards the bedroom. When they started to strip her, she grimaced as they pulled her pants off. Before she knew it, she was naked and laying in the bed. Looking over, she could see Marcus and Luke doing the same thing. Blushing, she turned her head and closed her eyes.

It wasn’t long and she could feel Luke behind her, his arm over her and Marcus in front of her. Sandwiched between the two, Bella’s breathing slowly started to fade into a slow rhythm. Her body relaxed as she fell asleep quite quickly. As the new day would come, she didn’t k now what would happen. All she knew was that this was her new life. Slavery.
 
Luke had a hard time falling asleep at first, even with Bella’s nude body pressed up against his, hip to hip. It felt nice to be holding her like that and he thanked Marcus silently for coming up with the idea though he wondered why his brother had gone there. It wasn’t like him normally, to be nice to their slaves that way, and he wondered if he planned on starting something with Bella in the morning. It was clear that she wasn’t up for anything that night, not with the beating she’d taken from their father, and that was just fine with Luke.

Neither brother made a sound as Bella slowly fell asleep between them, not questioning what they were doing at all. Marcus had heard the surprise in her voice when she talked about the room and it brought a grin to his face. Giving their slave a room had been his idea and he’d convinced their dad that they would perform better in all their responsibilities if they were happier and more comfortable. His dad had bought it, though he’d beaten Marcus at the same time, but he didn’t care. The room would give her a sense of safety and that was about the best he could do for her.

They both drifted off eventually and the night hours passed quickly, slumber deep and dreamless. When the first rays of sunlight slanted across Luke’s face, he stirred and blinked his eyes open with a groan. “Go away sun” he grumbled as he snuggled in closer to Bella’s back, placing a light kiss on her skin, his hand drifting downward on its own. He let their combined warmth spread over him and relaxed his muscles as he snuggled, his thoughts on nothing but her and the new day.
 
Bella had slept all through out the night. Quite peacefully. Why? She had just figured it was because of the rough fucking she had received and everything that had happened. She could feel the warmth of the sunlight hitting her skin. The covers were barely hanging off her shoulder, still in the same position she had been in. Of course he had tossed and turned throughout the night, but she had always ended up right back in between the two. She could hear Luke off in the distance talking about the sun light, his lips against her skin. But when his hand started trailing down, she moved.

The woman didn't know what shape she would be in that day, but all she knew was if she could help it no one would be touching her. Sitting up in the bed, she pulled the covers around her baked body. Seeing Marcus still asleep, Luke laid next to her with his eyes still closed. She didn't speak, she wanted as much quite as she could get before their father started in on her. Of course, her mind wondered on what would happen today. He had told her to see to them, but Marcus had an idea of how she could get sleep. What was he playing at? Why was be trying to help her so much?

Yawning, she rubbed her eyes and laid back down. Maybe she could sleep a little more. But this time, she laid flat on her stomach. Her arms tucked beneath her as she closed her eyes once more. She could head both men breathing beside her, the birds twirling happily outside. Her mind had started to wonder, but fell silent as her breathing. She was asleep once more, but not in a deep heavy sleep. Just a light one.
 
The old man woke late, his body covered in a layer of sweat from where the sun’s rays rested on his body, heating his skin. A groan left his lips as he sat up, his hand slapping his forehead immediately, listening to the pounding of the drums that were going on behind it. “Blasted headache” he cursed quietly, the words the only other sound in the room. He blinked rapidly a few times then scrubbed sleep from his eyes before finally throwing himself out of bed. It was then that he realized he was nude and a smile rose on his face. The slave….he had fucked her….and then sent her down to the boys. Thinking of her caused him to twitch and he briefly considered finding her and taking her again but then the rumble of his stomach distracted him.

Shower first then find her and throw her in the kitchen to make breakfast, he thought and with that decision made he wandered into the bathroom and took care of his morning duties. When he was done, and dressed in jeans and a tee-shirt, he headed downstairs and began searching for her. After every room was searched, the frown on his face growing bigger, he remembered he’d let Marcus talk him into giving her a private room. Stopping in front of it, he listened carefully for the sounds of sex and hearing none, he got angrier. Grabbing the handle of the door, he threw it open and stomped in, stopping when he saw them all lying together. “WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU’RE DOING?” he bellowed at the top of his lungs. “GET THE HELL UP, YOU BITCH!” Reaching down, he grabbed Bella’s hand and yanked her from the bed, shoving her through the door into the hall. Lowering his voice, he glared at her. “Get breakfast made, slave or I’ll punish you.” Then he turned back to the boys.

“Luke, get in there and help her before I break your bones. Marcus, get outside and start chopping some fire. It’s going to be a cold night tonight.” With that, the old man stomped away, heading to the living room where he plopped on the couch and turned on the TV. “Bring me a beer too, bitch” he hollered towards the kitchen. He had nothing to do today except start breaking in his new slave and he was looking forward to it.
 
It most definitely wasnt the wake up call she had wanted. She had never been a morning person and he wasn't making her morning any better. His yelling, his hand yanking her up and pulling her into the hallway. She barely had any time to process what had happened. As she realized that she was still naked, she wanted to put clothes on... Shaking her head, she could hear him ordering the boys around as she started towards the kitchen. Her hands wiping away any sleep and trying to get her eyes adjusted to the light.

Sighing, she shook her head as she walked into the kitchen. Grumbling, she pulled an apron from the rack and wrapped it around her body. Tying it right above her ass, her front was covered. Now atleast she didn't feel so... Vulnerable. As she yawned, her hands reached out and grabbed the refridgerator's door and pulled it open. "Morning.... Bad..." She grumbled, trying to decide what he would want. Finally deciding on eggs, toast, pancakes and sausage. As she pushed the sausage in the pan, she let it warm as she grabbed a beer.

It seemed bitch, was going to be her new name. But of course, not to her surprise he was ploppe down in a chair watching TV. When she walked in, she quitely handed over the beer and turned to leave. The less she said at that moment, the better off she would be. She wasn't waiting around for him to dismiss her, she wouldn't ever. Heading back towards the kitchen, she saw Luke. Why was he there? Shouldn't he be doing something else beside helping her? "Your helping...?" Her voice was soft, some what like a whisper. She hadn't expected him to be there and hasn't been paying attention when she left the room.
 
The boys were caught off guard when their dad barged into the room and both rolled from the bed out of instinct, hands coming up to protect themselves. When they realized they were only being assaulted by words, they slowly stood and stared at their dad. He had already grabbed Bella and flung her into the hallway, causing Luke to cringe slightly, and was now staring at them, barking orders as if they were nothing but slaves themselves. Marcus stiffened, his response to the orders clear, and he tried to speak up only to be shouted down.

When their father had finished, he gave a stiff nod and grabbed up his clothes, quickly changing. As he walked past the old man, he mumbled “you told her to take care of us; I thought it would be fun to do her together again.” The old man acted instantly, turning and smacking the back of Marcus’s head so hard he face planted in the wall. “Your job isn’t to think, boy, it’s to do what I tell you. Now get you ass outside before I shove a stick up it.” Marcus bit back the snarl that was on his lips just in the nick of time and gave a curt nod, stomping away, seething with each step.

Luke wasted no time getting dressed and was out the door in a flash, a fake meek nod to his father as he slipped by. Hurrying to the bathroom first, he missed his father’s return to the living room or Bella giving him a beer but he didn’t fail to notice her entrance into the kitchen. His gaze immediately fell on the apron she wore, the only piece of clothing on her body, and he swallowed hard. At her words, his gaze snapped upward and he nodded curtly. “I was ordered to help….but I would have anyway, Bella” he said as he moved towards her. His fingers traced her cheek lightly as he stared at her a moment and then he blinked, moving away. “We should get this food going.” As he moved to check on the sausage she’d thrown in a pan, he squashed the urge to pin her to the counter and kiss her hard.
 
Bella desperately wanted clothes on. But when she saw Luke looking at her, she blushed and turned away. "I'm sure..." She answered in response to him helping out on his own free will. When she turned, she had the eggs in her hands and was cracking them into a bowl. Scrambling them up for some scrambled eggs. Sighing, she spoke gently as she poured the eggs into a pan. "I want to put clothes on..." As she trailed her voice off, she could hear the tv playing in the next room and Marcus outside chopping at the wood.

"I heard him... Standing up to your father before you come in here. I didn't know, that he would be the one to do that. I thought it would be you..." Her voice trailed off once more as she noticed the eggs starting to get done. A few moments later, she was placing the eggs and sausage on one plate. Next, she started frying up the pancakes for him. As it cooked, Bella pulled her hair back and over one shoulder. Crossing her arms as a shiver washed over her.

Nothing on but the apron was starting to get to the woman. She wanted clothes for warmth, clothes for her security. Without them, she felt like any of them could come up and take her where she stood. Of course, she hadn't given up her plans to escape... Maybe se would bring the brothers with her. It seemed they were bossed around just like her. But as her mind wondered back to life, she found herself placing the pancakes on the plate along with butter and syrup. "Wish me luck..." She had already arranged everything on a tray and was taking it to him. Setting it down on the side table, "I fixed sausage, eggs and pancakes..."
 
Luke could tell Bella didn’t believe him so he moved from the oven to stand behind her, putting his hands on her shoulders. Massaging them gently, he spoke to her. “I’m serious, Bella. I would have helped if I could. The fact that he ordered me to do it doesn’t change that.” He kept his touch light, simply easing the tension in her muscles, and nodded to her next comment. “Marcus is full of surprises right now. Maybe that’s a good sign. He can handle the abuse better than you or I; if he’s willing, let him.” His brother’s behavior did surprise him too – Marcus had been like a rock wall around Bella at first but he seemed to be softening up, at least occasionally.

When she began to place food on a plate for his father, Luke moved away and grabbed three more plates, setting them out. He took the moment to admire her figure again, his thoughts turning naughty once more, but he didn’t make a move. He suspected his father wouldn’t have cared if he had but he wouldn’t do that to her, not unless he was ordered too and even then he might not. If Bella came to him, it would be of her own free will unless his father said otherwise. “Good luck” he murmured as he watched her grab the plate and head for the living room.

**

The old man looked up as the door to the kitchen swung open and his slave came in carrying a plate of food. The smell was wonderful and his stomach grumbled. When she set it on the side table though, his mind wasn’t entirely on food, not with the way he was looking at her. His hand reached out and slipped under the front of the apron, gliding up her bare leg until it reached her inner thigh, which he squeezed gently. “Good job. Now go get something to eat for yourself.” As he said the words, his hand slipped upwards and his fingers glided across her folds, just letting her know he could do it whenever he wanted.
 
"You should'nt be ordered to do anything... You just watch." She shook her head as she turned and walked out. Both brothers were basically treated like crap, just like a slave. It wasn't right... They weren't like him... They were kind. At some points Marcus had been short and cut off... But that morning he seemed... Softer.

When his hand reached under the apron, she closed her eyes. She could feel his hand squeezing, moving upward until it crossed her. Breathing deeply, she stepped back. Watching his hand fall, from where her leg should of been. "No... You think it's that easy for me to just fall into your routine? I have news for you. It isn't. I haven't been beaten to almost death, like your sons have. By their own father if that. I'm not going to easily give into you."

Bella's voice was some what harsh, as she glanced into a mirror that was by the door. She could see her eye was still swollen, black and blue from Marcus hitting her the previous night. Her body was still sore, but she would make it. Shaking her head as she moved her glaze from the mirror. Her arms crossing as she turned to walk away. Food, is what she wanted. But if he were to let her have it after what she had just done, she'd be lucky.
 
The minute she left the kitchen, Luke began to worry. His father had been unpredictable for some time now and he knew Bella had a mouth on her. He understood her defiance; she didn’t like being treated like a slave and wouldn’t give in to him easily. The boys had been like that once but a few good poundings had curbed their tongues; he had a feeling the same would be true of Bella but he hoped not. Life was too precious to throw it away simply out of defiance. He waited anxiously as the minutes ticked by, wondering what was taking her so long.

**

When his slave stepped back, the simple maneuver forcing his hand from between her legs, anger slid into his mind instantly. She might have been ok if she’d kept her mouth shut, might have gotten away with it, but the minute she began to sash him, that anger turned into blind rage. The minute her back was turned, her steps drawing her closer the kitchen, he moved. For an old man, he was still nimble, could still cover the distance fast and he did. Reaching her, he grabbed her shoulders and yanked her left and then forward, slamming her face first into the wall. One hand gripped her neck hard, squeezing it, while the other slid between her legs, his body pinning her to the surface.

“That was a mistake, little bitch” he whispered menacingly in her ear. “I see I have to teach you some manners after all. You’ll learn your place in this family eventually.” With that, the hand on her neck moved to her hair and he gripped it fiercely then began to drag her across the carpet to the couch. Turning her so she faced it, he bent her over, still holding her hair. His other hand quickly undid the belt around his waist and folded it in half. Staring at her rear, he grinned. “Such a fine piece of ass. I surely do hate to do this but it’s for your own good.” With that, his arm lashed down, whipping her ass with the belt, drawing a red mark to her skin. “Keep running that mouth of yours, slave, and this will be the least of your punishments.” He delivered each word with another slap of the belt, finally stopping after 10 hits. Yanking her up from the couch, he threw her to the floor. “Now crawl your sassy ass into the kitchen and place those golden lips of yours around my son’s cock. I want to hear his moans from all the way out here.” He slapped the belt in his hand for emphasis, staring down at her.
 
She hadn’t planned on him being able to move that quickly, with that much force. But he had and she was yanked to the left by her shoulders and the forwards. Her body pressed against the wall, her left cheek pressed against the wall. Bella could feel his hand wrap against her throat, almost covering all of it. Feeling the pressure of his hand squeeze against her neck scared her, her whimpers could show that. The man’s body was pinning her against the wall, his free hand roaming between her legs.

When she felt his breath against her ear, his voice menacing, she shook her head. “That’s right… eventually.” Bella screamed softly as the man’s hand moved from her neck and gripped her hair. It wasn’t long after that, that she was being drug across the floor and pushed against the couch. Her back facing him as he leaned her over it. The woman would have tried to escape, but the grip of his hand held her there. She didn’t know what was coming until she felt the slap of the belt against her skin. Not once, not twice… After the first few times she lost count.

All she could feel was her ass becoming red, the lashes becoming sorer the more he slashed the belt against it. “I will never, stop running my mouth… You might as well get use to it.” Her voice was harsh, but she didn’t care. Her words were hiding the pain that she was feeling. A few more minutes passed and he was yanking her up from the couch and throwing her down on the floor. Bella whimpered and looked away from the man. His next words, wasn’t of shock to her… She had known it would come one day. Whimpering at the slap of the belt against his hand, she moved to her hands and feet and crawled toward the kitchen. Pushing the door open, she could see Luke waiting for her. “Don’t speak, just…. Just take your pants off…. I’m sure you heard him…”
 
Marcus was in mid-swing when he heard the yelling, his father’s words coming through the window loud and clear. Setting the axe down, he moved silently to the window and looked in, seeing Bella bent over the couch and his father whipping her hard. A growl rose to his lips but he stifled it in time, watching as the anger slowly boiled to the surface. When he threw her to the floor and told her what to do, Marcus closed his eyes and breathed slowly, finally turning back to his work. Luke would enjoy what was to come but Marcus couldn’t help feeling a little jealous.

**

The old man watched as his slave slowly began to crawl across the floor, her bare butt red and swollen from her whipping. Her last words rang in his ears still, causing his anger to simmer. She definitely had a mouth on her, that one, and he would have to break her of it. Clearly, though, it was going to take some time and he found that he actually relished that thought. He enjoyed dominating his slaves, taking what he wanted and punishing when he wanted, and he was going to have fun with this one.

**

Luke had heard all of it, from the slam of her body against the wall to the whipping to the harsh exchange of words and it broke his heart inside a little. Bella was determined to stand strong and be broken hard and there was nothing he could do about it. When he heard his father’s last order, his eyes widened and he backed against the counter, watching as she pushed the door open and crawled in to the kitchen. “Bella…” he whispered, unable to comprehend her words at first. He watched every movement, his gaze on her then out the door and back on her. They would have to do this or his father would hurt them both. Realizing this, Luke slowly began to undo his pants, dropping them to the floor, followed by his boxers next.
 
Bella hadn't known that Marcus would be able to see and hear the whole thing, but it didn't matter. He was outside, completing his own task at hand. But as she saw Luke resting against the counter, she shook her head. She had watched his gaze move from her, to the door and finally back on her. Whimpering softly, she shook her head once more.

A few moments later, she was watching him pull his pants down, then his boxers. "If we don't do this, he will hurt us. I don't care if he hurts me, he already has a pretty good bit this morning. But I won't let him hurt you or Marcus for my wrong doings. I promise you that right now. With both knew it would come, sooner rather than later." All of her past words were soft spoken, so only he could hear.

Bella couldn't help but think if they would both enjoy it, but she shook it out of her head. Knowing it wasn't for her to enjoy. It was for him to enjoy. Moving closer to him, she kneeled down, her ass touching her legs until the pain had started again. Grimacing and whimpering, she rested her knees against the hard floor. Taking a deep breath, she looked up at Luke. With two words, "Enjoy it." The next moment, she was wrapping her lips around his cock. Just like his father had told her to. Adjusting to him, she began to move along it. Up and down, slow and soft at first until she sped up and moved harder against him. She had pulled her hands behind her back, trying to follow his task at hand. To pleasure him with her lips, nothing mire.
 
Luke watched her, wishing she didn’t have to do this but knowing that she did. At the same time, his body hummed with the thought of what was to come. He’d seen her naked, knew she was a beautiful woman, and had already wanted her more than once. Knowing that her lips would soon be locked around his cock, sucking him off, he couldn’t help but sigh with pleasure at the thought, even if he knew it was against her will.

“I know” he whispered back as she came to kneel at his feet. “And I will, Bella, I will.” His cock was already getting hard at just the thought and it jumped when she sat up and slowly took his tip in her mouth, sucking on it softly. He closed his eyes and let the slow pleasure take him, loving the feel of her lips working over his shaft. As she began to move faster, suck harder, his cock fully hardened, drawing a moan from his mouth. Opening his eyes, he saw the way her hands were clasped behind her back, indicating that Bella was being a good submissive to him. That caused his arousal to spike further and his moans deepened. Reaching out, he slid his fingers into her hair, forcing her mouth down his length a little more then helped guide her movements.

**

The front door opened and Marcus stepped in, shedding his jacket. Moving towards his father, he heard Luke’s moans and another twinge of jealousy shot through him. “What’s going on?” he asked his father, keeping his voice low. The old man turned towards him, a sneer on his face. “Just a little discipline. I had to punish our mouthy little slave earlier and now she’s giving Luke a blow job in the kitchen as a further lesson.” He looked Marcus up and down, his sneer deepening. “If you can keep your insolent mouth shut this morning, perhaps I’ll send her to your room so you can fuck her later.” Marcus met his stare with a dead one of his own, saying nothing. He had to admit, though, the idea appealed to him.
 
Bella could tell that his cock was already starting to become hard as she first stuck her lips around him. Hearing the moan escape his lips, she knew his father would start to hear them. Her eyes were closed, concentrating on the task at hand. When his hands slipped into her hair, she could feel them pushing her head further down his length, guiding her movements as well. Whimpering as she felt the tip hitting against the back of her throat, she coughed. Having it push against the back of her throat was an weird feeling that she didnt like.

The slave let out a few moans of her own, lightly that was. All she could think of was that it was a punishment. Something she wasn’t supposed to like nor enjoy. The more he guided her movements, the more she continued to please him; she started to enjoy it more. It should have been extremely awkward, but he was the first to see her naked, to sleep with her the previous night.

Her eyes were still closed as her hands moved from behind her back, finding their way to his hips as she rested them there. As she closed her lips around his cock, she could here Marcus talking to his father. ’Keep your mouth shut and I will let you fuck her…’ Bella knew that he would take him up on the offer. After all, his brother was being pleased and he wasn’t. A few moments later, she hadn’t hear Marcus speaking anymore. As more minutes passed by, Bella could feel her mouth and jaws starting to tire. Shaking her head, she finally opened her eyes and looked up towards Luke. Pleading for him to be done or to finish so she could quit.
 
She was working wonders on his body and Luke loved it though he felt like he shouldn’t, not when Bella was battered and bruised and doing it against her will. Despite that though, he couldn’t help the moans that slipped from his lips as he stared down at her through half hooded eyes. Little whimpers slipped from her lips as she sucked his cock with care and the sounds turned him on more, causing him to twitch inside her mouth. She seemed to be enjoying it also, which made it less stressful for Luke, and he let his hands guide her, bringing them both pleasure. He could feel his orgasm coming, could feel it sliding along his nerves, and when she looked at him, he nodded, letting her know he was almost there.

**

The old man grinned as he watched the slave through the open doorway. She was on her knees, hands on his son’s hips, and doing exactly what she’d been told to do. The boy’s moans filled the room, growing louder the more her head moved, and he twitched in his own pants, remembering what that felt like. Glancing up at Marcus, he grinned more, seeing the boy riveted on the door, watching what was going on. “Like what you’re seeing boy? I think I might just let you hit that again today after all. Feel free to take her any time, any way that you want. I won’t mind.”

**

Marcus glanced down at his father then back at the kitchen. His time was impeccable too because right then Luke groaned loudly and bucked his hips, his climax finally rising. Narrowing his eyes, he imagined his brother’s hot seed flowing out and filling Bella’s mouth, imagined her swallowing every last drop. With a sharp nod to his father, he finally turned and walked away, thinking of how he would take the nubile young slave.
 
Bella couldn't help but allow the mans hands to guide her. Knowing that soon his climax would hit and she would be finished. But she wasn't quite sure if she wanted to be finished. Tension had filled the air ever since Luke had watched her undress her first night. Her hands tightened against his hips, feeling his cock twitching in her mouth at her moans.

The slave could hear Marcus and his father talking in the background. But only faintly, because she couldn't make out what they were saying. When she finally felt Luke hit his climax, she dug her fingers into his skin. His cum hot and thick as it slid down her throat. Bella whimpered, swallowing the seed that was in her mouth.

When he had finished, she pulled away. Wiping her mouth with the back if her hand. Looking away from him, she blushed deeply. Shaking her head, she glanced towards his father. She could see him smirking and could see Marcus moving away. Rising from her knees, she took a deep breath.
 
His hips bucked and moved as wave after wave of ecstasy rode through his body, sending his hot seed flooding her mouth. He felt the dig of her fingers into his skin and the rhythmic swallowing of her throat as she drank him down and it drew another moan from him.

Glancing down, he ran his fingers through her hair tenderly, knowing his dad would think nothing of it; he wanted Bella to know how much he had appreciated what she’d just done for him and hoped she would know that. When she finally moved from his softening shaft, he glanced out the door and saw his father looking away and Marcus departing.

Reaching out, he took her hand and pulled her away from the door, shuffling with his pants still down around his ankle. The minute they were out of sight, he pulled her close and kissed her, tasting his own moisture on her lips, his hands lightly stroking her side. He knew he shouldn’t, knew she probably would hate him for it, but she’d brought out emotions in him and damn it, he wanted this kiss so he took it.

**

The deed done, the old man ignored the kitchen and turned on the TV, settling in to watch for a bit. Marcus had left the room by then, heading to the bathroom, where he stripped down and climbed under the hot spray of the showers, imaging Bella in there with him.
 
Bella allowed Luke to lead her out of sight. Once they were, she could feel his hands running along her sides very lightly. Before she could say anything, his lips were pressed against hers. Something she had been longing for, for quite some time now. Letting out a soft grunt, she kissed him back before stepping away.

"No... If.. If I do that, I can't. I can't have feelings... It'll make the situation even worse..." Shaking her head, she crossed her arms and turned away. She hated to turn, she had wanted to stay in his arms for a long time. To sit there and cuddle, like nothing was wrong.

As she turned back around, she could see the head of the house watching tv. Shaking her head, she placed her palms on the counter top as she tried to regain herself. Breathe... Just breathe... After a few moments, she was starting to clean the kitchen from breakfast. As she finished, she found herself sitting at the dining room table. Bella didn't know what to do next and didn't want to go into the living room. Assuming one of the three would have orders for her soon enough.
 
The kiss didn’t last long at all, certainly not long enough for Luke’s tastes, and a flicker of surprise crossed his face when she broke it off. He thought she’d have enjoyed it, that moment of tenderness, but apparently she hadn’t. Though she’d kissed back, the pulling back sent a clear message to him, one that was reinforced by her words a few seconds later.
His hands balled into fists at his side, he felt the flush of anger enter his cheeks but ignored it. When she turned away, he shook his head, finally bending down and sliding up his pants, securing them.

“Fine” he said, anger lashing his words as he spoke in her ear. “If you don’t want feelings, then don’t have them. When my father orders me to take you and do things to and with you, I’ll do them but I won’t like it. You’ll be treated as nothing more than an object from this point forward, Bella. I hope you like your choice.” He knew the words were mean, knew he didn’t really mean them, but they came out all the same.

Stomping past her, he left the kitchen and exchanged a smile with his father, who immediately hollered out to Bella that she was to start cleaning the house as soon as she was done with the kitchen. He shook his head again and went outside, plopping under a shade tree to get some rest, hating life in that moment.
 
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