Page 7 of Ashes to New

While Forest moved to the spot in front of John Snowden, Elsbeth knelt before the judge and squeezed her eyes shut when the stench of him hit her nostrils. But she remembered Clark Preston’s comment about her lack of enthusiasm, and she sought the quiet nothingness of her mind.

“No!” John Snowden struck Forest. “Not on your knees, boy. I want a good look at this cock I’ve heard so much about.”

“Did I not tell you it was impressive?” Clark Preston’s tone was filled with an odd emotion—part respect, part envy, but complete control.

She rushed to please the judge, bowing to her task with an enthusiasm she did not feel. The sooner she finished, the quicker she could move the attention off Forest and on to her.

“And the boy is how old?”

The judge’s breathing deepened while anger bubbled within her and boiled to the surface.

Clark Preston preened his answer. “Seventeen.”

“Well, that’s convenient. And the girl?”

“The same.”

John Snowden leaned forward, his appraisal intensifying. “Can you imagine what that cock will grow into?”

Elsbeth suppressed a shudder while listening to the men discussing Forest as nothing more than a piece of meat.

“Yes,” Clark Preston said with a sigh. “Most impressive.”

John Snowden leaned back. “Is he a virgin?”

“No, he’s been fucked many times.”

“That’s not what I meant. Has he ever done the fucking?”

“You want him to fuck you?” Clark Preston failed to hide the surprise in his voice or the revulsion laced within.

John Snowden chuckled. “Not me, you fool. I want him to fuck the girl.”

“Hmm…” Clark Preston’s consideration of John Snowden’s comment set Elsbeth’s nerves on edge.

Those were not the words she needed to hear. Their foster father had done many things, but he’d never forced her and Forest into sexual contact before. One had always been a participant with the other held in reserve.

Who was this John Snowden to their foster father?A powerful man, to be certain, and the roll of bills he’d passed to Clark Preston farexceeded the judge’s paltry stack. A thousand dollars was the usual fee for an evening’s entertainment, but John Snowden had put much more than that in Clark Preston’s hands.

“In fact,” Clark Preston said with a drawl, “he’s never fucked anyone.”

Elsbeth squeaked when the judge palmed her head. “Focus, girl,” he said with a snarl. “I’m almost there.”

Gagging down her revulsion, she bit back a scream when he yanked on her roots and emptied himself down her throat with the force of his climax. The urge to wipe her mouth nearly overpowered her, but the weight of Clark Preston’s stare settled heavily on her shoulders. With the powerful force of her will, Elsbeth sat back on her heels, obedient to a fault.

“What is his stamina like?” John Snowden leaned forward, his eyes focused on Forest’s flaccid cock.

“He’s young.” Clark Preston lowered onto the sofa. “And well trained.”

“I want to watch him fist that beast, and then I want to watch him fuck the girl. Hell, I want to fuck him while he fucks the girl.” John Snowden’s attention turned on her. “I want to fuck every hole—his and hers.”

The judge chuckled. “Ambitious, are we?”

“That’s what I’m paying for.” He reached for Forest’s cock but seemed to change his mind at the last minute. “And they’ll obey?”

John Snowden’s eyes cut to Elsbeth and made her cringe. “I’m very interested in this pair. You said they’d do whatever I wanted?”

“They will.”