Twin Masters Bundle #1: Post Apocalyptic Rough BDSM Page 5

  “I'm just saying, this would go a lot faster if you two would help.” I argued. I couldn't help it. If I'd just given in and done what he wanted, what fun would that have been?

  Seth slowly wrapped my leash around his fingers, pulling my body closer and closer to his. When it was fully wrapped, that huge fist hovered threateningly before my face. He spoke in a soft growl. “Are you refusing an order?”

  His words thrilled me in a way I hated to admit. While I was nowhere near broken, I did so love to watch these men try. I knew there was fire in my eyes as I glared up at him, “I am.”

  Adam's soft laughter echoed from the chair as the ice tinkled in his scotch. He knew that I was egging Seth on. He wanted to see what would happen as much as I did. We were all silent for that long moment, him waiting to see if I'd use my safe word, me waiting to see what exactly he was going to do to my body.

  He jerked his hand downward swiftly, yanking me to the floor with the motion. Then he pulled me back to my knees, my eyes even with his crotch. His dick was already growing stiff in his jeans. I deliberately ignored it, daring him to force the issue. I was no quiet submissive to just take whatever he dished out. I would fight. He knew it, and so did I.

  He rocked his hips forward, rubbing the crotch of his jeans all over my face. I kept staring defiantly upward. My lips were pressed together, hard. I could threaten him just as easily as he could me.

  His other hand whipped around with the prod, slamming into my exposed flesh before I had time to brace for it. I cried out in pain, but he was not done. He kept poking me with it, never staying long enough in one place for me to become accustomed to the pain. All of this while he kept my leash tight, my neck unable to pull away.

  I'd closed my eyes in a grimace, one of the few actions allowed to me. I never saw him pull his massive length free, I only felt it as it insistently pressed against my sealed lips. But he never stopped. Over and over he shocked me with the prod and my body fought against the pain and the bizarre sort of pleasure that followed.

  Then he held it down against my side, hard, ripping a scream from my body. Then, and only then, as my mouth was opened wide, did he shove that massive prick straight into my waiting lips.

  I'd been taught for years that this was wrong. A woman should stand up for herself, never let a man do anything that might cause us pain. But as I'd learned over the past few days, there was something darkly erotic about giving yourself completely to someone. There was a trust there, a trust that these men and I were going to get through the apocalypse together.

  Plus it helped me to forget...

  In and out Seth pumped, caring nothing for my own pleasure, indeed more intent on causing me pain. Over and over he slammed the prod home, just as he did his long, thick cock. He seemed to enjoy watching me jerk away from the electricity at the same time being pinned by his massive rod.

  Something drew my attention to his twin. Adam had released himself and was slowly running one hand up and down that equally perfect dick, while the other hand took slow sips of his Scotch. I wondered if he enjoyed having his own private sex show? I wondered if it was like watching himself as his twin pounded my throat.

  But Seth wasn't letting my attention wander much. He'd lost himself to his rhythm, his thrusts slamming deep down my esophagus. The electric shocks had stopped somewhere along the way, no doubt he'd become distracted by chasing his own excitement.

  I had a streak of cruelty myself. I let him force his length all the way in, and I began to suck down, hard.

  I watched his eyes as he lost control. They'd grown feral above me. He was a man lost to lust, lost to the pleasure that I could cause with only my mouth. He erupted inside, blasting his juices deep inside. A second wave erupted as he pulled back, filling my mouth to the brim.

  He yanked himself free and kept a tight hold on my leash. His savage eyes found my own. “Swallow every last drop.” He commanded.

  In truth, I'd planned to. But the sheer fact that he was ordering me to do so made me want to do the exact opposite. I let a small line drip from my lips, dribbling down my chin, daring him to do something about it.

  His huge palm started at my neck, gathering up his juices. He shoved his fingers between my lips, wiping his own seed off upon my tongue. When his digits were clean, he roughly held his hand over my lips. “Swallow it.” He growled.

  I kept my eyes locked with his as I swallowed. He watched my throat carefully to make certain I'd done as he commanded before he pulled his hand away. He slowly unwound the leash, his orgasm having done nothing to dull the heat in his eyes.

  “Now, go tend to my brother.”

  CHAPTER 2

  I began to stand, but Seth's hand on top of my head shoved me back to my knees.

  “Oh no, my pet. You don't deserve to walk.”

  I glared at him, the fury hot in my face. “How am I supposed to suck him off from here?”

  That earned me a smack from the electric prod. I cried out, doubling over.

  “This back talking ends now. From now on, every time you disobey, you will be punished.” He tilted his head to the side, coldly regarding me. “Unless of course, you wish to use your safety word.”

  I opened my mouth in which to speak, and he held out the prod, threateningly. “If you speak again before he cums in one of your holes, and it is not your safety word, then you will feel the prod. Understood?”

  There was a long moment there, the two of us facing off. He knew as well as I did that I wasn't going to say it. Neither of us wanted this to stop. Hell, I think he wanted me to backtalk him then. It was the punishment that really excited him. By staying quiet, and keeping him from using the device on me, I could irritate him. I kept my lips shut.

  In one quick movement Seth dropped down in front of me, lacing his hands through my thick hair. He jerked my neck back so I was forced to stare at him. “Is that understood?” He shouted at my face.

  I nodded, once. It was difficult to do while he had the strangle hold on my hair, but I wasn't giving him a reason to use the prod.

  He hostilely let go of his grip, unbalancing me. I was only barely able to catch myself on the hard concrete floor of the bunker. As my palms slapped against that rough surface, I knew exactly what the twins wanted from me. I was to crawl my way across the room.

  I slowly lifted my head, focusing Adam in my sight. He took another sip of Scotch, before setting the glass down. His other hand slowly moved up his rigid length, over the head, then back down, all the way to his balls. I didn't let my eyes leave his gaze as I made my way to him. I let the pain of my knees and palms on the cold, concrete floor show in my eyes.

  Seth followed behind me, keeping a hold on the leash. Every so often he would nudge me forward with his boot, until finally I was kneeling before his twin's chair. My eyes traveled down from Adam's gaze, past the flannel of his shirt, to where that huge fist had wrapped around his length. It was an impressive size, large enough that even he could barely wrap his fingers around it. It throbbed, red and angry, waiting for my touch.

  I darted my tongue out, expertly caressing that tender spot where head met shaft. I let my tongue move from there, slowly tracing down to his sack and below, letting my tongue moisten that tender flesh. Then I moved back up again, stopping long enough to caress each ball separately with my tongue. While I kept the attention up below, I let him keep stroking himself above me. Already his tempo was increasing. When I made my careful way back up, to the head of his cock, he kept stroking. Carefully I pushed that large head into my mouth, caressing it too with my tongue.

  “You're taking too long.” Seth growled from behind me. He put that heavy boot against the back of my head, forcing me down upon his twin's hard prick.

  Adam sat back then, folding his arms behind his head to watch. Seth kept pushing me up and down on Adam, using his boot to keep the rhythm going. It was degrading being used in such a way. Degrading, but my free hand still moved between my legs.

  Some look passed betwee
n the brothers, and Seth handed Adam the leash. He took a couple of steps backwards, and Adam rose to his feet. I'd kept the rhythm going, despite no longer having the boot to push me along. I didn't let his movements slow me down. I kept increasing the pace, letting my tongue caress him.

  Adam threaded his massive hands through my hair on either side, taking control of the blow job away from me. He thrust his hips forward savagely, stabbing down my throat, fucking my face as if his life depended upon it. For that moment, I was nothing to him. I could have been anything, any woman. I could have been nothing more than a sex toy. I was there just for his thrills.

  So I sucked him, hard. And like his brother, it was all it took. That careful control faded away to be lost in one savage thrust ending in a hot, sticky eruption that coated my throat in his seed.

  I knew what he wanted. I swallowed every drop of it, this time giving Seth no reason to punish me. And, as Adam had finished, I knew that our little game was over. I rose to my feet, the leash dangling from my neck.

  “I need some water, gentlemen.”

  CHAPTER 3

  Seth chuckled softly and wandered into the kitchen. Adam, still catching his breath, pulled me into his lap. He nuzzled me gently. It was as tender of a caress as I'd seen from either of the men. I wasn't sure I trusted it.

  “We made the right decision with you, my dear...” He began, his hand possessively cupping my lingerie clad breast. He squeezed it, slowly rubbing the nipple.

  “I'm just pleased that you had enough that you could share.” I felt a small smile touch my lips.

  “Well, of course. We had to plan for every eventuality.” He gave me another small hug, while Seth returned with my glass of water. I took it from him gratefully, but Adam's words ran through my mind. Did he mean that the men had planned for others? Had I been wrong in assuming they'd only been prepping for themselves?

  But that didn't seem right. Why would they have expected others? They owned this huge underground vault, straight out of the fifties. They'd built their home around it. They'd studied the end of the world for most of their adult lives. Why would they have prepared for more people? Did they intend to meet new people after the end of the world? Were there others out there who knew this place existed?

  If that were the case, I needed to see what sort of weaponry the men had. I was an excellent shot, thanks to being an only child of a gun nut father. We'd go to the range twice a month for most of my life. Hell, even after he passed, I kept going.

  I just needed more information. Now that the excitement of whatever the Hell sort of dangerous game we were playing was wearing off, I was going to have to scope this place out. I needed to know what we were dealing with. How long could we really survive? What would we do if someone tried to take this from us?

  “Us.” I'd known the twins for so short a time that it could be measured in hours. Yet these were my partners in this new world. Despite the men's insistence at my submission and their desires to “break me down,” I knew that we had to face this together. Asking for a tour would no doubt bring some new punishment. But if I could sneak off, then I could still get the information I wanted, and I ran the possibility of not getting caught.

  So I preoccupied myself with reordering the library, making certain to fulfill every one of my twin master's desires as I did so. I knew that I needed them to stop watching me quite so closely, else I'd have no way to break free and explore. The fact that it kept the prod away from my tender flesh, well that was just a bonus.

  Hours later I finally had the last book arranged. Adam glanced up from the tome he'd been engrossed in, setting the empty glass of scotch next to him. Seth had long since wandered off to play with a radio, searching for signals.

  “Finished?” Adam asked, laying a bookmark in his place.

  I nodded simply, brushing my fingers free of the dirt.

  “Are you ready for bed?” He asked, rising to his feet.

  The thought made me pause. I actually was exhausted. I'd worked hard all day, not only with the books but with the men. And the previous night I'd barely slept, since I was left suspended from the ceiling. But time was beginning to pass strangely. I didn't know if it was light or day. How long had I been working? I couldn't see a clock anywhere. But my body still felt weary, and that was enough for me. I nodded.

  Adam offered me his hand. I took it gratefully. He unclipped the leash and handed it to Seth, who was still intently staring at a circuit board he'd removed from the radio.

  “We're going to get some sleep.” Adam began, his fingers tightening on my own.

  Seth nodded, waving us away.

  “You should too, little brother.”

  Seth's head shot up. “Little? I'm eight minutes younger than you...” He sighed, then rubbed the bridge of his nose. He nodded. “Yeah, I guess it's time to rest. You keeping her tonight?”

  He nodded. Seth rose to his feet and stretched. Then he moved to my side, leaning forward. He lay a gentle kiss upon my lips.

  I felt a flush creep over my face. These two had been so harsh with me, so painful. I'd fought them ever since we made our agreement. I wasn't quite sure what to make of this tenderness. It was easier to treat this as a business transaction. Were the men growing fond of me? Was I of them?

  It didn't matter. We all had a part to play. But as Adam drew me down into his bed, spooning his nude body against my still lingerie clad one, I questioned myself. Was I doing the right thing?

  Long after he'd begun to snore I lay awake. I wondered if they'd discovered me snooping around, would it be the final straw? Would they break their promises to keep me, and instead put me out in the cold? Maybe I was just being paranoid.

  But I had to know. They might not catch me. I might see the whole place and get back, just in time for Adam to wake up. And if they were going to betray me, shouldn't I know now? Wasn't it better than wasting my time?

  And so I began the slow process of extracting myself from his body. Twice I had to start completely over as he grabbed me around the waist, grinding against me in his sleep. Finally I was able to slip down, towards our feet, and slide off of the bed.

  I stared down at Adam for a long moment. Was I betraying him? They never gave me permission to explore their compound.

  Wait, why did I care about that? What the Hell, was this indoctrination actually working? Was I starting to believe these men actually owned me? Oh fuck no. That wasn't happening.

  Mind made up, I slipped out of the bedroom, freer than I'd been in days.

  CHAPTER 4

  I knew the vault was large, but I didn't expect it to be massive!

  First I moved through the area they'd already introduced me to. The library, the kitchen, the men's bedrooms were all here, along with the strange shower room they'd hung me in in the beginning. But the hallway went deeper.

  I opened the first door, finding it packed floor to ceiling with crates. The next was the same, but I wandered through the dusty boxes. Most were labeled as some food stuff or another. I kept going, further and further in, the hallway seeming to have no end. I found another room that contained mattresses, all stood on end. Multiple rooms were packed full of water.

  I was quickly coming to the conclusion that the men had far more than enough for the three of us. Hell, they could support a whole village with this many supplies. And there was no end in sight.

  Another door opened in a strange room, this one not full of boxes. I walked inside, flipping on the lights. This one was crisp and antiseptic, with a strange reclining chair in the center. Was this a med bay of some sort?

  I let my fingers run along the perfectly organized shelves. I recognized a lot of the medications that were here. Some were older, I wondered if they'd been left behind when the men had purchased the vault. I picked up one of the bottles, trying to see if there was a date on it.

  “You aren't supposed to be in here...” Came a voice from behind. I whirled around to see Seth standing there, his arms crossed in anger.

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p; “I'm sorry, I couldn't sleep...” I began. Before I could finished, he'd crossed the few strides that kept us apart, grabbing my shoulders in his thick hands.

  “You just don't know how to obey, do you?” He growled, savagely jerking me towards that strange chair in the center of the room. He shoved me into it, knocking my breath away.

  “Hey!” I cried out, “You don't need to be so rough!”

  “You haven't seen anything yet,” Seth began, yanking my hands down to the armrests. He pressed a button and restraints flew from either side, trapping my wrists. I struggled to free my hands, yanking them backwards, trying to wiggle free.

  At the same time he'd begun to strap each ankle down. I realized then what I was seeing, despite the fact the medicine was sixty plus years old. Those were stirrups. Stirrups with built in restraints?