Theirs: Series I (3 page)

Marcus opened my bra and slid the straps down over my shoulders and
to the floor between Jason and myself.
 
His hand slid around my body to cup one of my breasts and his brother
followed suit, taking possession of his own.
 
Their simultaneous touch was electric
causing me to throw my head back.
 
I
had the faint sensation of both brothers grinning with satisfaction, each
expertly manipulating and kneading the breast they held.
 
They flexed their thumbs over the
nipples increasing my arousal before stretching and pulling the teats until I
gave a small cry at the intense pain.

Jason moved his hands down to my skirt and tugged at it swishing it
down my curved thighs until it pooled around my feet.
 
Marcus’s hands caressed over my bottom
before pulling down my lacy panties.
 
He held them still at the tops of my thighs and smoothed his palms over
my bare bottom.

“Beautiful.
 
Such a delicious bottom.
 
Perfect for spanking when you are a
naughty girl.”

I jumped when he suddenly spanked my bottom with his hand
twice.
 
My flesh stung and I tried
to turn in to rebuke him shocked but Jason captured my head and pressed his
lips against mine.
 
His kiss was
strong and dominant, his tongue pushing and probing wrestling my own for
control until I submitted.
 
That was
when I felt Marcus catch up the material of my panties and tear them apart and
away from my body with his bare hands.

“You won’t need these again,” he said huskily.
 
“Our baby girl isn’t allowed to wear
panties.”

I gave a pleasurable purr just like a satisfied Kitten against
Jason’s lips and a pleasured whimper when Marcus strongly held my naked in hips
back against his suit trousers.
 
I
could feel his hardness pressing
up against me and his
crimson tie brushing my naked back tickling my delicate pale skin
.
 
His hands moved over my hips down
between my thighs.
 
He gripped them
tightly.

“Let’s get those legs open and you nice and wide,” he whispered
kissing my hair as Jason took hold of both breasts to squeeze them as sucked
feverishly on my bottom lip.

With a jolt I felt my legs parted and the first stroke of Marcus’s
fingers between the folds of my pussy.

“Good girl, nice and wet already.
 
Try her,” I heard him tell his brother
in a smooth voice.

The way they talked and operated in perfect unison.
 
This clearly wasn’t the first time
they’d taken a woman together.
 
Every touch was flushing my skin with buttery arousal.
 
I was drenched in their power as they
firmly held me between them, dominantly giving me instructions they expected to
be obeyed.

Jason splayed one of his hands down my stomach and then slid his
fingers down through my dampening vagina.
 
His brother removed his fingers and circled his wet fingers over my hip
and to my bottom.
 
I was shocked
when he slipped his finger between the
crease
and
trailed it around the puckered entrance.

I gasped and tried to move away both
both
men held me firmly in place.

“I want to inspect you, little one, nothing more.
 
When you begin your
life with us you will be inspected every morning and night so we can insure
your perfect health, darling.
 
Now be a good girl and let Daddy examine you.
 
Relax.”

I warmed at his use of words.
 
It made me feel safe, protected, controlled and guided.
 
The more they took charge of me and my
body the more relaxed and content I became in their hold.
 
I couldn’t understand my feelings but
they were there and strong.
 
I
wanted them to take care of me, take all of my problems away.
 
They were offering to do it and all I
had to do was to submit and surrender to their rule.

After fighting for control from Thomas for so long I would never
have believed I would have allowed myself to entertain being ruled by a two men
like this.
 
But then I hadn’t
expected to let a husband abuse me and confined me in a failed marriage with
manipulation and fear.
 
I wanted to
be loved and protected.
 
Jason and
Marcus for some reason wanted to give it to me.

“Let’s have a look at her, Marcus,” Jason told him momentarily pushing
his middle finger up inside my vaginal channel to give me a taste of what was
to come.
 

Marcus’s put his palm in to the small of my back and guided me
forwards.

“Touch your toes, little one,” Marcus told me sternly pushing me all
the way down.

“Hold you ankles or Daddy will have to spank you,” Jason said
lovingly moving around to join his brother.

I felt Marcus open my buttocks wide as though he personally owned
them and peer in to the small hole with his brother.
 
I closed my eyes feeling the heat of my
embarrassment at being so intimately examined.
 
He pushed his finger wet from my juice a
little way in to the hole.
 
I
squirmed and whimpered with gentle discomfort and the strange sensation of
being entered in the dark puckered entrance.
 
His free hand patted my bottom to soothe
me and then he removed his finger.

“You’re very tight in there, baby girl.
 
Seems you are anal virgin there.
 
Not for long,” there was amusement in
his voice that made me blush.
 
“But
your Daddies will take it nice and slow and won’t take you there until you are
ready.
 
Time to put you to bed,
little girl,” Jason’s voice was velvet, dark and seductive.

He raised me slowly up and then slipped his arm under my legs
lifting me up in to his arms.
 
He
carried me to the bed and hovered waiting for Marcus to pull the silk sheet
away.
 

Jason laid me down on the sheet as his brother started loosening his
red tie.
 
He startled me by taking
hold of my arms and moving them above my head, clasping them together.
 
Jason held them there with one strong
hand pinning me down on the bed, trailing his fingers along the ridge of my
cheek.

“We want you bound for your first taking.
 
Nice, secure and safe,
darling.
 
No fear
please.
 
I want you to trust
us.
 
Binding you will help you to do
that.”

Marcus came towards me with his tie and I looked at him with fear
when he wrapped its length around my wrists to secure them above my head.
 
I tried to console myself with Jason’s
words as his fingers trailed down to my sex and between my petal lips, stroking
through my heavy wetness to soothe and calm my fearful agitation.
 
He pinched and teased the small bud
nestled there and I became lost and obedient in arousal, once more completely
in their control.
 
Moaning out my
need scorching the insides of my thighs.

Jason’s fingers left my vagina and were quickly replaced by Marcus’s
own probing digit.
 
Jason started to
remove his own black tie and came to thread the material through my mouth to
gag and silence me.
 
I wanted to
protest but two of Marcus’s fingers were probing inside my tight channel.
 
I was panting overwhelmed by being
filled after months of not wishing to have sex with my cruel husband and
Jason’s gagging of my mouth was made an easy task.

“Good, she is ready,”
Marcus’s
said
crawling over the other side of the bed towards me while Jason did on the
opposite side.
 
They lay next to me
resting their heads on their hands propped up next to me in lazy elegance
casting their eyes possessively over me as though I was a tasty dish.
 
Neither of them had attempted to remove
their suits and remained fully clothed adding to my vulnerability.

Part of me became confused and a little nervous at the ravenous way
their eyes were devouring me and I struggled moving restlessly on the bed,
gagged and bound taken by the power of the scene and my helplessness.
 
I purred and moaned enjoying the
stretched look of my body moving restlessly trying to free myself from my
bonds.
 
My vagina was drenched and
my breasts and skin tingled with fiery painful need.
 
My breath came in fits and starts.
 
Small explosions set off a chain
reaction in my sex as I waited for penetration desperate to feel them both
inside me.
 
Never had I felt so warm
and consumed with restless need.

Both brothers looked at me lustily, captivated with me to my utter
surprise.
 
Each caught a breast in
each hand and squeezed tight, flexing their thumbs over the nipples to hold me
still and in place for their examination.
 
I arched my body upwards in response, relishing the feeling of being
controlled and letting my desire flourish and grow in such a wanton way.

“There is nothing more exquisite than an aroused woman straining on
her bonds while you make her wait to be taken on your own terms at your own
pleasure,” Jason said to his brother.

“Apart from draping her naked body over your knee to spank her for
being a naughty little girl.
 
Then
her vulnerability and submission is breathtaking,” Marcus mused.
 
“And you, Elizabeth are a natural female
submissive.
 
We are going to enjoy
taking you in hand,” he said leaning over me to press his lips gently to my
forehead.

“So, brother I take it we are in agreement to share little one,
here?” Jason questioned.

“Well I am not willing to give her up to you and I guess it is the
same for you.
 
She is too delectable
and exactly what we have both been looking for in a woman for a long time so I
suppose we will have to share.”

At the same time both brothers moved their fingers inside my sex and
stroked.
 
Fire scorched at my
insides.
 
They both wanted me to be
theirs, to guide and protect me as a submissive and for once in my life I was
going to take a chance and let them.
 
Perhaps they could calm my rage at Thomas and help me find my way again.
 
Jason moved two of his fingers up inside
my channel stretching as far as he could reach them.
 
I panted bucking my hips upwards wanting
him deeper.
 
I felt deliciously lost
in my need, bound and gagged for their pleasure and their convenience.
 
My body moved against the silk sheet
delighting in its seductive caress of my skin on top of the brother’s expert
touch.

I had given myself to them in agreement and now I belonged to them
as their submissive lock stock and barrel.
 
How would my life proceed now?
 
I couldn’t even imagine it yet but I knew I would be in safe hands.

“I suppose we shall have to.”

“Who is going to have the pleasure of mounting her first and sealing
our agreement?”

“Before that, we need to do something else.
 
We need to spank our little girl and let
her know we won’t tolerate her allowing herself to be abused again.
 
She needs rescuing from herself and some
stern discipline if we are to make her fit, well and encourage healthy
self esteem
in her.
 
Don’t you agree?” he asked in a stern voice, a faint trace of humor
lining his words.

“I agree.”

With a whimper I found myself being roughly turned over.
 
Marcus’s raised my bottom in to the
air.
 
I had never been spanked
before as a grown woman and I did not relish the prospect.
 
How could they do this to me?
 
But then I had been informed they would
take charge of me with a firm male hand and now one was about to be deftly
applied to my poor bare bottom.
 
It
seemed discipline was to be part of my healing.