Carnage by Sarah Bailey

Twenty Seven

Prescott

I don’t think words could describe the sheer pleasure of watching Francis and Drake take Scarlett between them. Her body was made for sin and seduction. She dripped with lust and depravity. West had been right. She was a kinky little thing, only she hadn’t seen anything yet. This was merely a warm-up to get her ready for the main event.

West sat in an armchair in the corner of the room with the shadows curling around him. I didn’t have a fucking clue what he was thinking about the display in front of us. He’d not said a word. I had a closer view, having set up a seat on the side of the bed. It helped me communicate with Scarlett via the microphone attached to my lapel, which I could turn on and off with the clicker in my hand. We’d given her noise-cancelling headphones. The only thing she could hear was me through a voice distorter. I was relatively sure she was clever enough to have worked out who had her, but the girl had given nothing away.

“Fuck,” Drake grunted as Scarlett came all over him.

His hand around her throat tightened whilst Francis continued to suck her nipples and play with her clit.

We’d agreed we wouldn’t take it too far this time. The full extent of the kinky shit we were into would be kept under wraps. Pretty sure getting fucked by four men in one night was enough for one girl to take when she had minimal experience in matters of a sexual nature.

I didn’t care. Getting to watch her was a turn on all by itself for me. Seeing the guys touch her body. Listening to her moan. The very idea of watching a girl be fucked by your best friends appealed to me on a primal level. My dick strained in my boxers, desperate for touch, but I wanted to wait until I could get my hands on Scarlett myself. When I could impale her on it and fuck her until she cried. I wanted her tears. There was nothing sweeter than a woman overwhelmed by an experience you were giving her. And Scarlett? Well, she was the sweetest damn woman of all.

Francis was definitely enjoying the fact she was tied down by the silk rope around her wrists. The two lengths were secured to rings on either side of the bed. We’d had everything in this room custom built and designed to suit all of our tastes in sexual depravity.

Scarlett struggled between Drake and Francis as if she couldn’t take it any longer.

“Please, it’s too much,” she whimpered.

“Shut her up, Francis,” Drake said. “She’ll take what we give her.”

“Savage,” I chuckled, which only gained me a smirk from Drake.

“Always.”

Francis released Scarlett and gave Drake a look, but he stood up and cupped her face. Who knew what she was thinking when he stuck his fingers in her mouth and hooked her jaw open. She let out a muffled cry when he shoved his dick in her mouth. He took a hold of her face and shoved it deeper.

“That’s a good girl, Scarlett, take his dick,” I said into the mic, grinning all the while. “Take them both.”

I could almost feel her straining against them. Fuck, the sight of her was magnificent. I couldn’t help running my hand over my cock, wanting to be in there with them, but also savouring watching the scene play out in front of me.

“You going to sulk in the corner all night, West,” Drake called to the shadows. “Or you going to come join in the fucking party?”

“You seem to be handling her fine on your own,” West said, coming into view as he leant forward in his chair. “Or did you want me to make her scream, is that it? I’m more than happy to oblige.”

“She’s not going to do much screaming with my cock down her throat,” Francis said with a smirk.

Scarlett choked on his length. Her body jerked and her wrists moved as she tried to free herself from their grasp, but it was futile. Francis had tied the knots too tight. She was only making it worse for herself.

West got up from his chair and stalked towards the bed like a fucking hunter about to pounce on his prey. He was shirtless. On the back of his right hand was a skull with smoke coiling around it. Curling around his right forearm were the words mors tua, vita mea, Latin for your death, my life. And on his left forearm, the words read mundus vult decipi, ergo decipiatur meaning the world wants to be deceived, so let it be deceived. He had another more sinister tattoo on his left hand. Twin axes crossing each other, dripping with blood. There were symbols tattooed on his fingers as well. They represented the lives he’d taken.

He made a rather imposing image to anyone who didn’t know him as intimately as Drake, Francis and I did. His amber eyes glinted in the low light as he knelt on the bed next to the other three. The next thing I knew, he’d stuck his head between Scarlett’s legs. My hand tightened around my cock as he bit down on her clit with his teeth. The muffled scream erupting from her throat had us all watching her with rapt attention.

Saliva dribbled out of her mouth as Francis fucked her throat. Drake continued to thrust up into her. And then we had West torturing her clit with his teeth. I was going to bust a fucking nut at the sight of it.

“Shit, she’s coming again,” Drake ground out through gritted teeth. “I can’t fucking hold out.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll happily take your place,” I said, wanting to be nestled deep inside her pussy like they had all been. West had already sampled it earlier in the week.

Drake groaned whilst Scarlet thrashed against the three of them, her climax driving through her like wildfire.

“Fuck,” Francis grunted, shoving his dick as far down Scarlett’s throat as he could go before emptying himself in her.

A minute later, he pulled his dick from her. She choked and spluttered, cum and spit dribbling out of her mouth. Francis stepped away and sat down on the edge of the bed, panting heavily. West sat up and watched her as she struggled to regain her composure.

“Messy girl,” I said into the mic.

“Fuck you,” she choked out. “Fuck all of you.”

“Mmm, did you want to take four at once, Scarlett?”

She tugged on her bonds, clearly wanting to be free of them, but she didn’t respond to me.

Drake pulled her off him. West helped him put Scarlett on her hands and knees. She complained about it, but they ignored her. Neither of them bothered to clean her up.

“You want her pussy, Pres?” West asked, giving me a wink.

“Fuck yes, I do.”

“Have at it… you can prepare her for what she’ll get from me.”

I knew very well what he had in mind when he slapped a bottle of lube down next to Scarlett’s leg. I removed the mic from my lapel and dumped the equipment on the bed. My clothes came next, then I knelt behind Scarlett and gripped her hips. She yelped when I shoved my dick inside her in one brutal and unforgiving thrust. I didn’t care if Drake had just come inside her, she felt good. Her pussy was hot, wet and tight as fuck.

“Shit, this pussy,” I groaned.

“Quite the fucking prize,” Drake said.

He and Francis had pulled on boxers and had taken a seat on one of the sofas. West picked up the discarded mic. He gave me a grin as he turned it on.

“You like that, Scarlett?” he taunted. “Dirty girls like you need to get fucked and covered in cum.”

I laughed, proceeding to fuck Scarlett harder. She gripped the covers below us and didn’t respond to him.

“You all shy now? Won’t be for long… we’re going to have you screaming.”

He flipped the mic off and gave me a look.

“You want to DP her?”

“As if I’m going to say no.”

I slid out of her. Scarlett let out a whimper as if she didn’t want me to stop. The girl was going to get more dick than she bargained for. I got underneath her and pulled her down on my cock, impaling her once more. She let go of the covers and placed her hands on my sides, the rope pulling taut. Her little squeak of frustration made West chuckle.

“She doesn’t like not being able to touch us properly.”

“Did you let her touch you when you fucked her on Tuesday?” I asked, wrapping my hands around her hips and encouraging her to ride me.

“No. I had her bent over my desk. She just had to take it.”

He knelt behind her and picked up the lube. Then he shoved her down on my chest. Her tits rubbed against me as I thrust upwards. This was likely uncomfortable for her, but West and I didn’t care about that.

“What are you—” she started but was cut off by West touching her, presumably running his lubed finger over her little hole. She squealed when he penetrated her, shifting against me as if she was trying to get away. I held her hips tighter, refusing to allow her an inch.

“Please, no, don’t… don’t do that.”

Considering both our hands were occupied, neither of us could talk to her. I could feel West’s fingers through the thin barrier separating her two holes. Not like it was the first time we’d fucked a girl this way. We liked to share our women with each other.

“Please, I can’t… it’s too much.”

I looked back at Francis and Drake who were watching, both their expressions dark with desire even though they’d already emptied themselves inside our girl.

When West was satisfied she was ready, he pulled his fingers from her and coated himself in lube. He placed a hand on her back and shifted closer to her. Her strangled cry of pleasure mixed with pain when he pressed against her and breached her tight entrance was music to our ears. I could feel him impale her slowly and fuck, if it didn’t feel good. Made her so much fucking tighter.

“It hurts! Fuck, please!”

I held her still, letting West press deeper, his fingers rubbing her lower back as if to reassure her. The man might be a psychotic bastard, but he cared about Scarlett in his own way. He loved her even if he wouldn’t admit it to the rest of us.

“So. Fucking. Tight.” The words came out of his mouth all strained as if he was having a hard time holding back. “I want to tear her apart. You ready to make her scream, Pres?”

“Fuck yes.”

He pulled out and pressed back in. It wasn’t rough at first, but as his pace increased, I started moving with him. Scarlett cried out, jerking in her restraints as the two of us fucked her tight holes together. West pulled her up from my chest and held her against his, thrusting up into her, forcing her to take more of his cock. It gave me room to touch her body, running my hands up her stomach and pinching her nipples between my fingers. I twisted them, making her cry out. She gasped and spluttered, her senses clearly overloaded by everything we were doing to her.

West wrapped a hand around her throat, squeezing her airway to show her who the fuck was in charge. He nodded at her headphones. I gave him a nod back. He slid them from her ears and tossed them away.

“Do you like that, hmm?” he murmured in her ear. “You’re saying no, but we don’t believe you. Dirty girls like to get used and fucking abused, don’t they, Scarlett?”

She whimpered, shifting against him.

“Answer me.”

“Yes,” she whispered. “I’m a dirty girl.”

“Tell us what you want.”

I twisted her nipples harder. She bucked, letting out a small cry of pain.

“Fuck me, please.”

West smiled at me over her shoulder. He wrapped his free arm around her waist for leverage before thrusting up, harder than before. The combined sensations of him fucking her, that tight pussy clenching around my cock as I fucked her were making me crazy.

“That’s not good enough, Scarlett. Tell us what you really want.”

“I want… I want you to make me scream,” she choked out. “Use me… come in me… fill me up with cock and cum.”

I groaned at her words whilst West’s smile grew devious.

“Such a bad girl.”

None of us said another word whilst West and I hammered into her. The only sounds were our skin slapping together and Scarlett’s moans. My free hand slid between us, my fingers landing on her clit. It took a few minutes before she detonated. Her scream echoed around the room. West grunted, fucking her ever harder and I just lay there, watching her tremble, her pussy clenching so hard around my cock, I thought I’d died and gone to heaven.

West fell over the edge next, pressing as deep as he could go before erupting inside her tight little hole. He held onto her, biting down on her shoulder to prevent any sounds from leaving his mouth. She let out a sharp cry of pain from his teeth. The sight of it set me off. I groaned, emptying myself in her thoroughly used little pussy.

Scarlett was limp when we all came down from mutual highs. She’d been used every way she could be. Whilst we’d not introduced her to our darker desires, we’d certainly shown her what it could be like to get fucked by the four of us.

West pulled out of her before lifting her off me so I could move out from under her. He settled Scarlett down on the bed. She lay there, her breathing shallow and her hands still tied to the bed. Francis and Drake had got up off the sofa and came closer. The four of us watched her as she fell asleep, clearly worn out from our fucking session.

“Well, that was quite the adventure,” I said. “Now what?”

“We clean her up and take her home,” Francis said.

“Looks like we have a volunteer for that then,” I said, slapping his back.

He gave me a dark look but didn’t say a word.

West looked at us for a moment before he walked out of the room, not even bothering to pick up his clothes. It was better to leave him to deal with whatever shit was going through his head.

“We’ll handle her,” Drake said. “You can go after that one.” He waved at the door.

“Fuck off, I am not dealing with his shit tonight. Not after this.”

“We should leave him alone,” Francis said, moving away to tidy up the room. “Unless you want to get a fist in your face. I’m definitely not volunteering for that.”

Drake gave us both a dark look, but he nodded.

“Fine, go get a damn cloth so I can sort her out.”

I gave him a wink before snagging my clothes, pulling them on and wandering out to fulfil Drake’s request. This evening had been more than I could have ever imagined. Who knew what we would deal with come Monday morning when Scarlett arrived back at work. All bets were off now we’d drugged and fucked her. We would have to wait and see what she would do next. And the thought of it excited me far more than it should have.