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Two wanted to fuck her. He wanted to fuck the daylights out of her.
Eleven was half his age and half his size, but she'd made a fool of him. He'd snuck touches and pinches here and there, without anyone else noticing, but it wasn't until their fight in the circles that he felt a real attraction for her.
He was furious, but also impressed that such a small girl could have dealt him so much damage. He only wanted to return the favor.
And there she went, on and on, acting slow and dumb, failing at everything else except for fighting him. He and his closest siblings had taught her a thing or two, but there was more she needed to learn.
Papa had said it was his time, anyway. For years he had woken up with desires and feelings, his body acting of its own accord, until Papa finally told him his body desired a woman. Or a girl. Two wasn't picky, but not one of his sisters was worth looking at besides Eleven.
It was the gentleness she had about her. A gentleness he wanted to take hold of and control. He wanted to hurt her. Make her cry out. He wanted her to make him cry out, too.
He had to turn off the cameras in the Rainbow Room again, and waited weeks before he had his chance. He let her win their next fight to make it easier. In the evening, when she sat in the Rainbow Room on her own to play, he slipped in to join her.
She looked up when she heard the door close, back over her shoulder, and dropped the blocks she was holding, scrambling to her feet and backing away.
She didn't say much. Or maybe she just couldn't. It aggravated him that even when their youngest brothers and sisters spoke up for the things they wanted, Eleven was always silent. He'd meant what he said when he told Papa she was clumsy and stupid. Papa didn't even deny it.
He looked at her now, nervously sliding up the hem of her hospital gown to her knees. He smiled coldly at her and sat on a chair.
"Eleven. Come here."
She was still as a mouse for a moment, then shook her head.
"I said come here. Papa told me to talk to you." He held his arm out for her and coaxed her, and when she stood before him he grabbed her shoulders, holding her still. She was so little. her eyes were so big and scared, her tiny lips held together.
She smelled heavenly, and Two pulled her to him, gently rubbing his cheek against her neck smelling her scents. When he felt her tense, he kissed her neck over and over again, slow, strong, wet kisses, his lips almost massaging her.
He pulled away to look at her face and felt his dick twitch in his pants at the confusion and fear he saw. "You haven't been kissed by anyone. Have you?"
Eleven had never heard the word before and shook her head.
"It's like this." He grabbed the sides of her face and pressed his lips to hers, hard. She parted her own in surprise and he stuck his tongue full into her mouth.
She didn't know what else to do but stand there and let him do it until he was finished. He showed her a slight, grim smile when he pulled back, looking her over. The perfume of her body was making his cock harder. He turned her around and held her shoulders, pressing her back against him to feel her contours.
He slid his hands beneath the collar of her gown to touch her chest and back; he wasn't picky about where he touched her, but he needed his hands against her warm skin.He pulled the edges of the collar taut and pulled it just down her shoulders, then tilted her head up so he could bend over her and kiss her again. He turned her back around to face him, crushing her body against his and tugging at her underwear.When she resisted, he pushed her down, and she fell hard on her bottom.
"Don't be bad," he said harshly. He knelt in front of her, pulling her gown up so he could get her underwear off more easily.
Peter Ballard, the orderly, walked in and took in the scene. "What are you doing to your sister?"
Two quivered, torn between fear and the need to stick his cock inside Eleven.
Peter gave a silent sigh and walked closer to them. "Put it in her mouth. You'll tear her up if you try to stick it in her now. Dr. Brenner won't like it."
When Two still hesitated, Peter walked behind Eleven, pulling her to her feet and holding her in place and pried her mouth open with his hands.
"Go on," he said. "Before you spill it all over her."
Two held the bottom of his dick and further helped open Eleven's mouth and slid it inside. It was warm and wet and he immediately hardened even more.
"Go on," Peter said, fixing his grip on Eleven's mouth as she tensed, trying to pull her head away. "Don't make her wait."
Two pushed further into her mouth, little by little, until she struggled against the both of them, tears streaming from her eyes, gagging and choking as his tip touched the back of her throat. He moaned, dragging himself out of her then pushed into her again. He moaned again louder, longer and pushed and pulled faster. She choked harder, making frightening noises in her strangled throat, and it turned him on even more and with his next push into her he stuck his cock down her throat, crying out.
Eleven was panicking, she couldn't breathe, she couldn't move. All she knew was she had to get away, but how? Peter and Two were so much bigger and stronger than she was. Her noises were more and more frequent as he began thrusting into her, harder and harder, gasping, gripping her cheeks so hard he left marks on them. Peter held her head as still as he could with the force of Two's dick fucking her throat.
With a loud agonized cry, Two stopped thrusting, his cock balls deep down her throat, her cheeks bruised from his fingernails carving into them, she would have screamed if she'd been able to breathe.
She felt him get rock hard and grow bigger, and then felt hot liquid shoot down her throat and fill her mouth. She was panicking even more now, since she was afraid she would also drown with what he was putting into her, but after more moans and quivers, she felt him soften a little and he pulled out of her. She wanted to collapse onto the floor but Peter held her upright, hands still on her face. She coughed and retched and spat but most of what Two had put in her she'd had to swallow. There was so much of it and she didn't think she'd ever catch her breath.
"Feel better?" Peter was asking Two, not her.
"Y- yeah.”
Peter smiled, sticking the fingers of his left hand inside Eleven's mouth. "Just wait until you get to the good parts." He looked down pointedly at her body. Two wiped his dick on the edge of his own gown.
Eleven's throat hurt so badly she couldn't speak. She wanted to say "no" and "stop" but she could only cough. Peter pulled her back against his thighs and she felt something hard against the back of her head.
"Lift her gown up again and take another look," he told Two. "Not every day you'll see a little girl's cunt waiting for you."
When Two lifted her gown, Peter took it from him and pulled it completely off of her. She stood there, stupid as ever, so Two thought. She didn't yet know it wasn't right to be naked in front of boys.
"Why don't you go exploring?" Peter asked him. "She can sit on my lap while you do."
Eleven struggled against him, but she was no match for a grown man. He set her on his lap, legs straddling his, facing him. He wrapped his arms around her back and leaned back against the table behind him so she had to lift onto her knees a little, making her pussy and ass stick out.
Two got to his knees and looked at her. Her folds were small and pink and her asshole even smaller and tighter, also pink. He could smell her now, not the smell of her natural scent or the soap she and everyone in the lab used in the bath, but her. She was intoxicating.
"You picked the right one," Peter said casually as Two spread her lips apart to look inside her. "She's the sweetest, and the prettiest, and the most quiet. She'll do whatever you ask. Won't you?" He tilted her chin up so their eyes met. Traces of saliva and Two's cum were still dribbling out of her mouth. She squirmed suddenly when she felt something push inside of her. It was uncomfortable, even painful and she kept squirming until Two took hold of her thighs to hold her still, then exchanged his finger with his tongue.
It was not a sensation she hated. It wasn't painful anymore, not at first. His tongue was hot and wet and moved around her pussy, inside and out, and then spent several minutes working on a tiny spot at the top of it that made her squeal and jerk in the men's arms.
"Keep going," Peter told him. "Exactly what you're doing now. The harder she fights, the more you know you're doing it right."
Two tried, but twice, when Eleven knew she couldn't take any more,Two shifted his tongue and the feeling passed.
Peter was amused. "You'll have to work on that. But what do you think of it? Her?"
Two brought his face up from between her legs, his lips pink. "Good."
Peter sat upright and hoisted Eleven upright on his lap, looking at her body. He leaned down to trace his tongue around one young nipple, then slid her off of him and stood up.
"I'll get something for you two to play with. I'll be right back."
He came back five minutes later with a dewy, cold can of Coke. Without hesitation, he went to Eleven and pulled her underwear up to her knees and stuck the can against her pussy. "Close your legs. Tighter." She did as she was told because she always did. It came of not only being one of Papa's children, but dumb as well.
Eleven flinched, not at all liking the freezing can against her private place, but Peter pulled her underwear up again, stretching it around the can. "Hold it. Don't let go until I say." He then stood aside so Two could do what he wanted with her.
He pulled her onto her back the cold floor by holding her ankles and lifting. Her upper back hit the floor hard, making her gasp, but he was already crawling onto her. He pushed the can harder against her pussy, making her squirm.
"It will get warmer in a minute," he said. He pulled and pushed the can up and down along her slit.
Peter watched them for a minute before saying, "I have to take care of something. I'll be back in a while. Stretch her first. Touch her. Mess with her cunt and her ass. Then she'll take you. A little. And keep her quiet."
When Peter returned to the room not ten minutes later, he stopped short once inside, thinking he was looking at a massacre. Eleven was facedown on the floor, trying to scream and cry and gurgle all at the same time, her underwear stuffed in her mouth. Two was pushing down on the back of her neck to keep her from squirming too much, his other hand on her hip, and he was fucking her ass like a machine.
He looked up at Peter, almost terrified, but hungry. "She- she wouldn't be quiet!"
Two couldn't stop. He didn't want to. the more he fucked her, the more he wanted her, he wanted to be inside her. She was so indescribably tight, her little hole crushing his cock as he nailed her. The blood that came from her helped lubricate them both, and he moved faster and faster until he could hardly breathe himself, groaning over and over, so loud she could hardly hear anything else, finally releasing his seed deep inside her with one last violent thrust.
Two screamed as he came in her, over and over again, his hot semen filling every last part of her ass, squeezing out of her asshole, around the base of his hard, twitching, pumping cock, and dripping onto his balls until at last his energy was depleted and he let go over her neck and slid himself out of her.
Eleven could move now that he was off of her, and tore her underwear from her mouth, sobbing and making noises that momentarily made even Peter's skin crawl. It was a squealing, grunting sound. He didn't mind it after a minute, and bent down to look at her. She was a wreck, and blood covered her butt and legs. She couldn't stand up when he told her to.
"Eleven. Stop. Stop crying," he commanded when she wouldn't calm down. He shook her by the shoulder. "Eleven. If Papa hears you he'll come in here and see what you've done. Do you understand me? He won't be happy with you at all. His punishment will be a lot worse than this. Do you understand? Eleven!"
"I.. I..." She couldn't say it. She couldn't say anything for the pain she felt. While Two was inside her, she felt like she was being murdered. She still felt that way. But she didn't want Papa to hurt her worse. She tried hard to catch her breath and her loud, blood-curdling sobs turned into quieter gasps and cries.
Peter looked at Two. "Return to your room. Her time in here is almost up."
Two tried to fix his disheveled gown as best he could, then stumbled backwards toward the door, unable to take his eyes off of the trembling, crying girl.
When he was gone, Peter looked her over, his fingers tracing along her body. He picked her up and carried her back to her cell, then left her for a short while before returning with towels, fabric, water, and medicinal ointment.
"Lie on your belly," he said, but had to help turn her. "Crying's no use. Just be quiet and it will feel better."
He tended to her injured rectum, pressing small towels against it to help stem the blood; wiping it; smearing it with ointment, and pressing a large cotton wound pad into her crack to cover it.
He turned her back over, and her crying was much softer. Her big eyes were so scared and so sad, and he wanted to make her feel better, too. Besides, it wasn't quite fair that Two got what he wanted, and Peter didn't.
"Relax," he told her, moving her hands from her face and laying them by her ears. Her gown was already lifted to her waist, but he lifted it above her chest now, tucking it under her chin. She was too disoriented to be very afraid now, and he moved to the end of her bed, getting on all fours.
"I'm going to make you feel a lot better, Eleven. Okay?"
She didn't answer him, still sniffling.
He spoke to her conversationally as his hand touched her between her non-existent breasts. He lay his palm there, feeling her warmth, and very slowly moved his hand down her body.
"It hurts girls sometimes. There's nothing we can do about it. But you were a good girl tonight."
He pressed his palm into her belly a few times, almost massaging it, then ran his fingers down to her lips, parting them gently. Upon feeling his touch, she jerked from him but he held her thigh to keep her still.
"This won't hurt though, I promise. You'll forget about what Two did to you." His voice was lower, his breath heavy and loud. He kissed just under her belly button, then down further, then down further again. "Just tell me you want it.”
She was still quiet, and he repeated himself several times until he grew angry. He grabbed her wrists, pulling her up from the bed and then slammed her back down. "Tell me.”
"I.. want. I want."
"You want what?"
"I want it."
"Say it again." He kissed her pussy lips and she tried not to move away.
"I want it.”
Smiling, he stuck out his tongue and moved it from her clit to the edge of the cotton pad covering her ass. It was a slow and gentle move, and he did it over and over again until he felt her rock from side to side. He held onto both thighs, sniffing her cunt for one intoxicating moment then plunged his tongue inside her.His appetite was insatiable, and he ate her pussy until she cried out, groaning and squealing. When she gripped his hair and pulled, he covered her mouth and pinched her clit, making her scream, but she let him go.
"Behave," he said, glaring at her as she writhed in pain, trying to cover her clit with her hand to protect it from him. He tucked her hand under her butt and held her down with his arm across her hips.
He worked a finger into her, and then another, stretching her so it burned and ached, twisting his fingers down into her with each push.
In only a few sure moments, he had to fight her to keep her on her bed, but it was a fight he loved. It made him harder, ready to burst. He moaned as his tongue and fingers fucked her, louder each time. When she started making little gasping noises again, and moans of her own, he added a third finger into her and let his tongue loose on her clit. She couldn't stand it. Whatever he was doing to her felt good and painful at the same time, but all she really knew was that it was too much. If he didn't stop she would go crazy, or die, or rip what was left of her hair out, or bite her own flesh to scream and scream. The more she moved, the more he did, too, his head matching the speed of his mouth, the speed of her writhing, shaking hips, faster than her heart was beating. He kept shifting his position to get more of her, reach more deeply into her.
Her sweaty thighs pressed against his head, and with one long, high-pitched squeal, Eleven came, lifting her hips up, her legs shaking violently. He gave her a few more licks as her squeal died out, kneeled in front of her, held out his cock and blew his load all over her body. It was some serious load. Eleven couldn't say or do anything because she was so tired and confused. She lay panting in the position she was in, covered from her face to her thighs with his semen.
"That's my good girl," Peter said, standing up from the bed. He used another towel to clean himself, then observed her body with his marks. He circled a large spot of cum on her nipple with two fingers, scooping up what could, and stuck his fingers into her mouth, closing her mouth with his other hand and looking away.
She would have to lick them or swallow eventually, and swallow she did. She made a few more noncommittal noises, grimacing at the taste.
"Swallow it all. That's it. Keep going. Suck it all down."
She had to do what he said, and when she finished he finally let her go. He used this last towel to wipe himself off her body, then put her gown back on.
"Just go to sleep," he said, turning the light off before opening the door. "Don't say anything to Papa. I'll tell him you're sick for a few days, so stay in bed. Understand?"
"...I understand."
She watched the light from the hallway on her ceiling quickly disappear, hearing the door shut, and covered her eyes with her hands to cry.