'She's supposed to suffer, Brandt. That's kind of the idea.' He rolls his eyes. I know he's enjoying himself, but I also know he has one eye on Mal at all times. Gabriel is nothing if not careful.
'Yeah, but I don't want to suffer at the same time, asshole. If my dick is in two pieces at the end of this there'll be trouble.' More trouble than there already is, anyway.
'I wouldn't worry. I'm sure our friend over there can glue it back together for you.' Gabriel glances sideways at Mal and winks. Great. Now we're antagonising the beast.
'Focus, Gabriel,' I say. Harper is currently gurgling, trying to say something and failing miserably. It's probably for the best.
Mal isn't pleased with our performance and is quick to voice his displeasure.
'Gentleman, this is all very lovely, but I don't want 'nice'. If I wanted 'nice' I'd have got Tinkerbell the fucking fairy in to do the business. As it is I've got you, and I'm beginning to wonder why I didn't shoot you immediately. Do I need to take over and show you how it's done?' Mal's voice is dripping with sarcasm. He is not impressed with our antics, and he's not going to wait much longer. This is probably what Harper was trying to tell me. Looks like the warm-up session is over.
Gabriel grabs the whip and flings it my way. I catch it neatly in mid-air. 'Spice things up a bit, Brando. We've got an audience, don't you know.' The sarcasm is still there, and he's liable to get us both killed if he isn't careful. Pulling out of Harper's mouth, I give her a couple of seconds' breathing space as I figure out what to do.
'Do it,' she wheezes. Hell, the woman can barely breathe now, and she's asking for more? She's doing this to save my hide, and it leaves a sour taste in my mouth. I'd think I'd rather go down all guns blazing than serve her up for this sick motherfucker.
Gabriel's eyebrow slants my way and I know he's encouraging me to do something. Fuck this shit. Growling in the back of my throat I grab either end of the leather flails, and wrap them around her neck. Her eyes bulge, but as I haven't applied any pressure yet I know it's for show. Pulling her towards me, lifting her face, I spit, 'Think you can take this, my little whore? Think you can suck my cock while I drain all the air from your body?' My hands tighten and I hear her make soft gurgling noises. I can see Mal smile out of the corner of my eye and realise this is turning him on. I'm going to kill him. Maybe not today, but one day soon, I'm going to exterminate the fucker.
'Ready to take my cock again? Now that Gabriel's finished with your cunt, he's about ready to fuck your ass. Think you can handle both of us at once?' She's not got much choice, but she nods anyway. Yanking her head forward I watch her gag around me, and when I hear her squeal I know Gabriel is well on his way.
'That's more like it, gentlemen,' Mal enthuses. 'I knew you had it in you.' It's hardly the encouragement I'm looking for, but I need to find a way to talk to Gabriel to get him onside. We need to work together.
'Gabriel, what say we stand her up? One in front, one behind?' I raise an eyebrow and give him a wink. He takes the bait.
'Sounds like a fun idea to me.'
I pull until she's up in a kneeling position. Gabriel places his hands under her armpits, which is my cue to drop the whip and help him stand her up.
'Having fun, sweetheart?' Mal mocks.
'Go fuck yourself,' Harper spits, and if the bulge in Mal's pants is anything to go by, he's enjoying the show. Let's hope we tip him over the edge soon.
'So, which hole do you want this time, Brando?' Gabriel's fingers are fanning across her tits, the nipples standing like arrow tips. He gives them a vicious tweak at regular intervals, and I know he's enjoying the way her ass squirms against his cock.
'I'll take the one that's closest to me,' I say. I should probably offer to fuck her ass because I know I'd be a damn site more careful than him, but that's not what we're here for. Mal wants pain. Fuck, judging by the expression on her face, even Harper wants pain. It's hard to see her like this. Her eyes are filled with lust and there's a trail of arousal leaking down her legs. This is turning her on. There is no disguising the fact.
My hands drop between her legs and I work her clit.
'One...' Gabriel says. 'Two...' is followed by his fingers pulling her nipples as his teeth make their way to her earlobe. 'Three...' is accompanied by a squeal as he sinks his teeth and his cock into her at the same time.
'Shh,' I soothe into her other ear, the one that doesn't have the teeth of a madman clinging to it. 'I bet I can make you come in less than three minutes.' My cock is sliding forward, testing the waters, which seem to be very warm and quite deliciously wet. While I might be trying to add a little style and pizazz to the proceedings, Gabriel is moving like a battering ram. He should know by now that it isn't going to produce results quickly.
'Gabriel, let's get a rhythm going here.' I roll my eyes. He'll get with the plan in a minute. Gabe hasn't seen much pussy in the last few years, so he's easily excited.
'Good point, Brando, why didn't I think of that?' He raises his eyes in question as he waits for instructions.
'When I go forward, you pull back and vice versa. Let's see how that works. Then maybe we can work on getting them both inside her at the same time.'
Grabbing her hair I pull backwards until her neck is strained as she tries to keep her gaze on me. 'Would you like that, my little slut? Two cocks inside you at once?' She shakes her head, but I know differently. She is so aroused she'd come at the click of my fingers.
'Stop this, Mal, please stop,' she squeaks, but her gaze never leaves mine. Her eyes are deep pools of bottomless lust. Even her acting has its limits, apparently.
Mal doesn't say a word behind us. When I glance out of the corner of my eye I see his cock is in his hands, and he's fisting it slowly. We're on the right track. We just need to figure out a way to tip him over the edge. I'm pretty sure she can help with that.
Gabriel and I set an easy pace, pistoning in and out of her with slow, deep thrusts. At first I can see her eyes well up with tears as Gabriel sinks his cock deeper and deeper inside her. It's a vicious beast. I can sympathise.
'Concentrate on my fingers working your clit,' I murmur, tugging her hair gently to get her attention. 'Don't think about what he's doing behind you.'
'Easy for you to say,' she grunts, but I can see how close she is.
'Shall we try two at once?' I say to Gabriel. That should keep her away from the elusive pinnacle of pleasure she's been trying so desperately hard to reach.
'Thought you'd never ask, Brando. It's about time we showed her what we're really made of.' It's his turn to pull her hair and twist her head back.
Putting his mouth close to her ear, he says, 'I don't think you can handle both of us at once, do you?' When she tries to answer he sticks his fingers in her mouth, effectively silencing her. Her eyes darken and I want to tell him to pull them out, but before I get a chance she bites. Gabe pulls his fingers back as if stung and then slaps her. I grind my teeth in exasperation. Does the girl have a death wish or what?