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I check on Noor; she’s forced down onto the chaise longue by two of them and pinned there helplessly as they penetrate her ass roughly and degrade her. Her cries are muffled by the gags stuffed into her mouth, as she’s used as nothing more than an object for their pleasure. She moans in ecstasy, and that’s all I want to hear from her.

Meanwhile, Maya is in the center of the room surrounded by five men, holding their cocks in their hands, and she gags on each one of them. Her body is like that one of a starved animal. The scent of sex fills the air in the penthouse; it’s fucking intoxicatingly erotic.

“You’re a dirty little whore, aren’t you?”

Lana moans staccato with each thrust she gets from behind. The men tag-team her, they fuck her in the ass, and they desperately want to double penetrate her, but she jitters sideways each time.

“You can do this, baby.” I hold her cheeks as they are full of my cock, “Yeah? Let them have some fun.”

She looks at me, her eyes half lidded, and I pull her off my cock. There is a strand of saliva hanging between us. She’s still pounded at the back, and she wants back on my cock, like a dummy to keep her at ease.

“Come on boys, try her ass again.” I say while looking at her, and then give her the duty of sucking my cock.

Two men behind her manage to edge into her at the same time and, they’re in. They cheer, and then start fucking her. The moans I hear from Lana, from deep down in her throat are ecstasy for me.

I check on Rex, his face is twisted into a wicked grin as he stands over Noor. “This one’s the cum bucket, right?”

Noor whimpers softly under his gaze, as he grabs roughly onto her neck from behind and pushes inside her ass, making sure everyone hears him, and her. He is big, and thick, that’s for sure. It’s in the family.

Brox is standing next to Maya, with his cock out. He’s used to this. He’s watching the men all jerking around Maya as she suckles on Brox for a few times at a go, and then suckles the others. After a while, when our eyes meet, he lifts her by the arm.

“Okay, pet, it’s time,” he tells her. “You’re gonna have to use more than your mouth.”

One of the men lies on the floor, his cock hard and up.

“Give it here,” he says.

Brox takes her to him, and as she straddles him, he moves her panties sideways and pushes his cock into her cunt. Just as she starts riding him, another person kneels behind her. He edges into her ass, but can’t get in from her riding.

“Hold on, sweetie, stay still for me.”

Maya can’t stop because that’s what she needs, riding, fucking, and there’s no way that she can stop, we know that, but the men are clever, they work together. One of them grabs her hair and sticks his cock in her mouth, making it difficult for her to move. The moment is used by the man edging into her and with no foreplay at all, he’s in. Now the two of them fuck her, intermittently, one in and one out, while her mouth is filled with an eager cock that patiently waits for his turn in her ass.

Maya thought she wouldn’t work hard, but hey, she didn’t know Brox would be overlooking her today.

In our world, women are an investment. If men like their taste, they’ll invest in agency stripping, objectification and consumption.

Which would lead to overuse, abuse and misuse. And since use enhances their character, and wear only adds provenance, women are the best investment one could own.

CHAPTER 22

BROX

I stare at the table between the seats where a glass of whisky sits untouched. We have a brother.

Not in the way men in our world use the word. Not an oath spoken over blood and a gun. Not a soldier earned in fire. A brother by origin. By stolen history. By a family we never got to know.

Rex.

It isn’t joy. It isn’t relief. It isn’t anger, even though anger is the only emotion I trust enough to hold. It’s something else.

Rio is my everything. That sentence isn’t dramatic. It’s arithmetic. It’s the sum of what I am.

I would give my life for him without hesitation. I’ve done it in smaller ways a thousand times. I’ve stood in front of bullets that never came. I’ve taken hits meant for him. I swallowed rage when it threatened to spill into a room and paint targets on our backs. I’ve been his shield, his anchor, his second heartbeat.

No one else gets that place.

And then I have Lana. She looks at me and sees more than what I am. Her presence turns lights on in corners where I’ve lived in darkness for years. She makes me question things I’ve never questioned.