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  “Give me...” I began, but before I could finish, the head of his prick had pushed past my lips.

  It was even bigger than I'd imagined. My lips struggled to fit around it, and I had no way to keep my teeth from grazing it. Instantly my mouth was full of his flesh, but he wanted more and more.

  His brother was not stopping. I felt the belt keep going, slamming into my flesh. He would raise a welt, then rub it gently back down. I felt tears stinging my eyes from the pain. But I did not stop them. I didn't want to.

  Seth began to rock against my mouth, holding it with both his hands. He was pushing further and further down, pushing into my throat. He was already deeper than any other man had gone, and I could still see inches outside. I would never take him all the way in, never.

  He seemed to know this. I wondered if he'd ever had his full length inside a woman, no matter the hole. He was beginning to build up speed, rocking against my mouth, holding my face tight. He had found a rhythm, face fucking me hard and deep, each thrust shoving just a bit more of him down my throat, leaving me only seconds to gasp for air every time he pulled out.

  Behind me, Adam was matching the rhythm perfectly with the thrusts. My mouth would be invaded and a slash would burn across my rear. I was being spanked in time with the fucking.

  Soon both were picking up in intensity. Behind me the belt was growing lower, hitting my back instead of just my rear. It was a new and intense sort of pain. Seth was shoving harder and even deeper that I thought possible, widening my throat to accommodate his girth. Someone slipped their fingers between my dripping slit, and I had no idea who.

  They were right. I was surrendering to their control. The fingers along my clit pushed me further and further. I let the feeling of helplessness overwhelm me. I was between the two of them, used for whatever desires they wished, and I could not, rather, would not, stop them. It was too much, too much.

  I climaxed, screaming my pleasure upon Seth's massive dick. He took it as an invitation to slam himself to the furtherest he'd ever been, erupting in my upside down esophagus. He pulled himself out, thrusting in again before exploding another time, and another, pouring that stored up seed deep inside of me.

  He barely had time to pull out before Adam was before me. His cock was the mirror image of his brother's. He was too far gone from whipping me to even get inside. He pushed himself inside my lips only before he released, filling my mouth up with wave after wave of the juices he milked from himself.

  I tried to swallow but it was too much, too fast. Some of his cream poured out of my lips, trailing down my face. I couldn't stop it, it was in my eyes, my nose, my hair. My face was a mess of their juices.

  Seth had caught his breath, and already was tucking himself away. He picked up his belt from where his brother had tossed it on the floor.

  “Hurry up, Adam. We have work to do.”

  The twin nodded, quickly drying himself off and tucking himself back in. The two of them headed for the door without even looking at me.

  “Wait!” I called out, still nude and dangling. “Did you two forget something?”

  Seth turned back to me. “Nope.”

  I couldn't keep the heat from my voice. “Let me down. Right now!” I commanded.

  Adam shook his head. “No. You gotta get some of that fire out of you. When you've calmed down, then we'll let you down. Unless..”

  “Unless what?” I demanded.

  “Unless you want to say your safe word,” Seth finished.

  I growled. No, I wasn't ready for this to end, not sexually, but I was ready to not be dangling. I wasn't going to say anything, and they knew it.

  “See you in the morning, Regina...” Adam called, as the door slammed behind him.

  BRUTAL GAMES

  Twin Masters #2

  by

  Claudia Balvenie

  @claudiabalvenie

  claudiabalvenie.com

  Cover: Digs My Heart Font, Destroy Font, arkusha photos

  Copyright 2015.

  All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed or transmitted in any form or by any means without the prior written permission of the author.

  All characters are above the age of 18

  CHAPTER 1

  Yesterday I was a powerful business woman, juggling the needs of my inept team, my delusional bosses, and demanding clients.

  Today I'm scrambling eggs while collared, clad only in lingerie, thigh highs and heels as my two masters eagerly watch.

  While this was not the path I would have chosen for myself, I'd done so for my own survival.

  The twins, Adam and Seth, were preppers. What strange turn of fate led me to crash my car on their property I'll never know. But here we were, safe in the bunker the two of them had spent their adult lives preparing while the rest of the world devolved into madness.

  I'm nothing if not pragmatic. As the three of us watched the explosions, a desperate plan came to my mind. They were ready to ride this out. Their bunker was huge, stocked with enough provisions to last either of them until the end of their lives, perhaps longer. As I'd been on a business trip when the flashes lit up the sky, I had nothing. Not expecting the brothers to part with their hard earned goods for nothing, I offered the only thing I had.

  My body.

  Of course, it couldn't be so simple. It never is. These men were both extremely dominant. Seth was brilliant and inventive, while Adam was an alpha in the truest sense of the word. It would have been so easy if I could just take them to bed, finish them off, then go about making a home for myself in their world. But no, these men had to make things complicated. They wanted me to be bound and abused. They demanded my complete submission to their every demand as their price. I would be a slave to their every lust. Even last night they'd left me to sleep, dangling from the ceiling by my ankles after they'd spent themselves inside my mouth. It was debasing and cruel.

  But I was not broken.

  CHAPTER 2

  I used the spatula to push the eggs onto a plate, laying it next to some clearly overdone bacon. I set Seth's food in front of him before turning back to fix Adam's.

  “What is this?” The longer haired twin seethed, his fork running through the eggs. Yes, they were far too runny.

  I yanked an apron off over my head, standing before the two of them in only my black bra and panties. I folded my arms over my chest, not allowing my lack of proper attire to take away from my commanding personality.

  “I told you before, I don't cook.”

  Seth moved faster than I could react, grabbing the loose leash that dangled from my neck. He jerked me to him savagely, my body pressing against his own. He was taller than I, even in my heels, so I had to crane my neck to look up. He and his brother were both large, hairy and muscular. Their many days out in their fields farming had led to their huge builds. With my neck buckled into the collar, I couldn't escape.

  “Any idiot can scramble some eggs.” He growled down into my face. His breath was hot upon my countenance. I could feel him growing against me. It was just my luck to find a pair of men who enjoyed roughness as much as I.

  I would not submit. It was a matter of pride. “I had a service to take care of my meals. I never needed to learn how to cook.”

  “Oh, poor little rich girl...” Seth began, but Adam piped up from where he'd been finishing his own runny eggs.

  “Let her be, Seth. She has plenty of time to learn.” I matched my gaze to Seth's until finally he slowly released his hold upon the leash. He let it slide between his fingers as I moved away to wash the dishes. I had to keep my back to both the boys lest they see the blush that had covered my cheeks. I wasn't supposed to want this. I knew it was wrong. This was only a means to an end. But I couldn't suppress the thoughts of him pushing me over the table and taking me then and there.

  The men began speaking to each other, as if the previous conversation had never happened. They both cleaned their plates, my cooking skills notwithstanding
.

  “You want to try a run?” Adam was asking. I'd been learning to differentiate their tones if not the actual voices which were far too similar.

  “We have to scan to see if there's fallout, else what's the point? Do you want to be trapped down here if we don't have to be?” Seth asked.

  “Oh, I don't know...”Adam began. He pinched my rear as I walked by, causing me to yelp. I started to say something nasty but kept my mouth closed. “It has its benefits.”

  “Do you have a way to measure the fallout?” I asked, truly curious.

  “We can measure radiation, which is what I intend to do, but it's not fallout strictly speaking. I should be able to tell if it's safe enough to go outside. Of course, I have to be outside to measure it.” The head of a moment before had faded into his cold, scientific persona.

  “So then... you don't actually have a way to check?”

  He and his brother exchanged a look. “Well there were some items left over when we purchased this bunker. One of those was a radiation suit.” Adam began.

  “One straight out of the fifties...” Seth grumbled.

  “That we tested and we know works.” Adam countered.

  They both grew quiet. I looked between the both of them. “What aren't you telling me?”

  Adam sighed and closed his eyes. “Once we go out there we will know have an idea of how bad this is. Our best case scenario is that it was an EMP only.”

  I shrugged and looked to Seth. “But that would mean we just need to get the lights back on, right?”

  Seth shook his head. “It's a lot more complex than that. Remember the fried battery I showed you? Now imagine the havoc that would create on our electrical system? Now even if there are other areas of the country untouched by this, we'd have to get to them. We'd have to know where they were.”

  “And our communications are almost entirely electronic, now.” I added.

  “Exactly.” Seth continued. “Now move past communications and think about all of the other day to day activities that require electricity.”

  “Hospitals, transportation....” I began, my mind racing.

  “Right. People are going to die, and not just in the ways you'd expect. Sure the failure of people who are on life support and people who were in cars that crashed the way yours did. But that's just the initial death toll. Then we come to the people who can't get food or water, they hadn't prepared like we had. The people who die from heat exhaustion because they don't have A/C. Others who freeze without heat.”

  “This is the best case scenario? Then what is the worst?” I asked.

  “Nuclear war.”

  Seth didn't have to elaborate on that. I felt myself sinking back into the chair. We were all silent for several long moments, contemplating heavy thoughts.

  Adam broke the silence first, rising to his feet. He patted his brother on the back, a wan smile upon his features. “I'll go.”

  Seth's eyes widened. He shook his head quickly. “You can't, you won't know how to operate the machine.”

  He chuckled kindly. “I've watched you, little brother. I know how to do it. Besides I want to do a bit of exploring, see what we're facing.”

  “I can't let you do this...” Seth began.

  “Yeah you can. And I want to.” He moved into the back, pulling out the old hazmat suit and strapping himself in. “Besides,” he called over his shoulder. “You and Regina can have some alone time, hmm?”

  We watched as he expertly tightened the suit, buckling and zipping until he was fully enclosed, save the helmet. He moved back to me, his eyes roaming over my body as if to commit it to memory. “Course, if I get back and you two are having a lot of fun, you can't expect me not to join in.”

  Seth chuckled. Even I felt a small smile touch the corner of my lips. I nodded once.

  Adam made his way to the heavy door, the one we'd kept sealed the whole time. With his brother's help, they pulled it open. Dust filled the room above, sparkling in the early sunlight. Considering the men's housecleaning skills, I didn't know if it were debris or simply lack of dusting.

  Adam turned to me, his helmet still off. He grabbed me then around the waist and dipped so that he was leaning over me. He pressed his lips to mine in a deep kiss, his tongue exploring my strangely willing mouth. When finally he rose again I felt lightheaded.

  “I'm going to do terrible things to you when I return,” he promised. After the intensity of the kiss, I couldn't find words to respond.

  He turned to his brother, clasped his arm and nodded, then he was gone.

  Seth stood staring at the door for a long moment after closing it. His thoughts had clearly followed his brother. He took a deep breath and turned to me, finally. The contemplative and calculating look that was normally upon his face had been transformed into something darker and more primitive. He clearly had intentions of keeping himself occupied while his brother was away.

  “Alright then, my pet. I have some rather dark fantasies to fulfill....”

  CHAPTER 3

  He drug me back into the kitchen, shoving me down into the chair, hard enough to knock the breath from me. It rocked back with my weight but he was suddenly behind me, yanking my arms behind. He'd pulled rope from somewhere, I didn't know where, and was wrapping it around my body. One wrist was bound to the opposite elbow, and vice versa. He had some sort of specialty knot, and as I struggled it only grew tighter. I could feel that rough rope cutting into my skin.

  He chuckled softly, clearly putting his whole mind into the dangerous game we were playing. I understood, thinking of Adam out there alone was terrifying.

  “Before I go any further... and I have so much further left to go, my pet...” A strange, almost mad chuckle escaped his throat. “You recall your safety word?”

  I nodded simply. I had no reason to voice it.

  “Good.” He knelt down in front of me. “Because I won't be going easy on you.” He pulled one ankle to the foot of the chair, slowly wrapping the rope around it as well. He tied another knot there, but I knew better than to pull away. I knew it would only grow tighter and more uncomfortable. By the time he'd tied the other ankle, I had grown damp.

  He stood then and moved behind me, slipping a rope around my whole body, settling at my waist. He wound it around and around, tighter and tighter, pinning me to the chair. He wasn't happy until he'd wound it all the way up to below my breasts, pushing them upwards as if I'd had some sort of rope corset.

  “Ever had the home invasion fantasy, my pet?” He asked as he began tying the same tight knot. That rough hemp rubbed angrily against my soft, pale skin.

  I thought I knew where he was going, but wanted to hear him explain. “I'm not sure?”

  “Oh you know. A masked intruder breaks in and finds the poor helpless woman. She's so attractive, he's overcome with desire for her. He ties her to a chair, and there's always that threat, that danger.”

  “That he will take her and use her in whatever deranged way he wishes?” I prompted. Oh yes, I'd had the fantasy.

  “Indeed. You are a very intelligent woman.” His hands lay upon my shoulders, possessively. His strong fingers curled into my skin, pressing hard enough that I could feel his power. I knew I'd have bruises the next day. A soft gasp escaped my throat.

  “But I am not helpless.” After all, I had a safety word, and I had chosen to be here. I wanted this, I was already soaking wet.

  He lowed himself so that his lips were just above my ear. “Not yet...” he whispered dangerously.

  In the same motion he tied a gag around my lips.

  Slowly he stalked back to my front. Their was a cruel confidence there, that of a man who knew he could not be stopped. He folded his arms across his chests and surveyed his work. I knew what I looked like to him. My high heeled legs were each bound to a separate leg of the chair. My legs were spread just enough that he had a good view between them, where my moistness was covered by that thin, black lace. Then his eyes could move upwards, past the ropes that he'd
used so relentlessly, to my breasts that were threatening to spill from my matching black bra. My chest looked even larger, with my shoulders pulled back so savagely. Further still he could see the collar he'd kept upon my neck and the leash that fell to the floor. Finally the gag that pressed hard into my mouth and was tied beneath my ponytail.

  He was right, I was helpless.

  “So many possibilities....” He chuckled cruelly, and once again I heard that hint of madness, a hint of villainy there. I'd always been the type of girl who liked the bad guy. I should be frightened, but I'd completely given in. I trusted this man.