The worst feeling in the world is not knowing what awaits you. That's how I found myself in the best room of the brothel, one where you couldn't hear anything, not even the loud music playing downstairs.
Once again, my body would be used by men with whom I had no emotional, sentimental, or loving connection. Once again, I was forced to surrender my body to unknown and repulsive men.
Surrender myself not just to one, but to three men at the same time. I couldn't see how to follow Aurora's advice to relax and enjoy this moment. I didn't even know if I'd make it out alive tonight.
"Excuse me."
I hear and, startled, jump when two men enter the room where I was alone, wallowing in misery. I kept staring at the door, waiting for the third, and touched my chest in relief when he didn't walk through.
I saw him…
That man who gave me the worst dark night of my life was here.
I saw him, and he looked at me as if he were going to do it again.
Wary, I glanced at the two men taking off their suits, and they seemed so alike.
"We're brothers," one of them said, as if reading my thoughts.
"Have I been with either of you before?" I ask, not recalling their faces. There had been so many men…
Both shook their heads.
"No. It's our first time here," the one with lighter hair replied.
Even though I was wearing a veil, I observed the two men closely. They seemed to be between 25 and 30 years old. They were young, with fair skin and green eyes, not too tall, slim, and had features that, in another time, I might have even found attractive.
"What do you guys like?" I asked timidly, reaching to unbutton the dark blazer I wore over a tight black dress. A ridiculous outfit that the damned woman who ran this place forced me to wear after making me recount my failed love story. Yes, in this place, I was called the Black Widow, and believe me, men pounce when a woman has no one to defend her.
"Relax. We're not going to hit you or do double penetration… unless the third guy wants to."
"Double penetration?" I don't understand.
"Don't you know what that is?" the younger-looking man asked, walking to the minibar to grab drinks and offering me a beer.
"I've never done it. I'm not sure what it is," I confess, accepting the can and placing it on the piece of furniture I was leaning against.
"I suppose you've done anal," he said, looking at me while drinking his beer. I nod, embarrassed, remembering that perverse man did everything to me on that damned dark night that darkened my days. "So, double penetration is when two men enter you at the same time. You've really never done it?"
I immediately shake my head, horrified.
"I've never been with two men at the same time," I reveal.
Suddenly, the doorknob turned, and I looked over, seeing the door open and catching sight of a black shoe stepping into the room. I closed my eyes tightly and lowered my head, sensing by the smell that filled the room that it was him. The cruel and perverse man who was with me the first time in this place, the man who sucked me the first time and did whatever he wanted with my body, giving me the displeasure of him being the one to take so many of my firsts. He was here and would do it all again.
The man I loved and who died had, in a moment of passion, only taken my virginity—something I would never forget because I consented. He did nothing more than enter my body the first time. And it was only once.
Now, the perverse man who just entered the room. He did things I didn't even know existed and would do them again; that's why he came back.
I didn't need to look at him to know that the long strides toward me were his. I didn't need to open my eyes to feel dread and panic when he grabbed my chin and forced me to lift my face. I had no escape and never would as he raised my dark veil and tucked it into the hat I was wearing. Opening my eyes to meet his, I saw destruction, ruin, and a lot of pain. That's how he left me that day… and that's how I knew I would be again.
Trembling with fear, he brought his face closer to mine, and I ended up inhaling his bitter, penetrating, and intriguing scent. My gaze couldn't stay locked on his; I saw death in his eyes, and that was so sad for me. I didn't understand why that man hated me so much.
Uncontrollably, I looked at his well-defined lips and slightly square jaw. I swallowed hard, my curious eyes roaming over his entire face, and I felt like garbage for, among all the men I'd been with in this place, him being the only one with skin in the tone I found beautiful.
His face came closer to mine, and when I thought he would bite my lips as he had done before, he simply grabbed the beer I had placed on the furniture.
"Please, don't hurt me today," I whispered, looking to the side to avoid staring at his neck, my body aching just remembering that man's fury.
He removed my veiled hat and set it aside.
"Take off your clothes," was his deep-voiced request whispered in my ear.
I nodded, struggling to move to the side since his tall, strong body pinned me against the dresser.
Seeing the other two men undressing, I smiled involuntarily and turned, facing the perverse man who took my place, leaning against the dresser and drinking my beer.
I started taking off my clothes, trembling a lot, knowing three men were watching me do it. I was wearing lingerie that couldn't be more erotic. It was sensual enough to condemn me to hell. Red, the color of sin, according to the old woman who made me wear it. It was held up by garters that reached my thighs, and I truly looked like a shameless prostitute.
"Look, she has a star on her butt," one of the two men behind me said, and I felt his hand touch the tattoo on my left buttock while I saw the cruel man undressing and staring at the flame tattoo on my groin.
The other man approached, and I looked to the side, surprised by a kiss on the mouth. His tongue entered my mouth, exploring everything.
I had another mouth on my butt, and I squeezed my eyes shut as I felt a small bite on my flesh.
As the other man's tongue left my mouth, I took a deep breath and looked back at the cruel man, now completely naked, watching with a terrible glint in his dark, death-like eyes as the two brothers kissed me all over.
His gaze met mine, and he walked toward me. I saw his abdomen full of ridges, ugly scars as if he'd been burned with the tip of a knife and scratched countless times. I stared at the floor, terrified, realizing that it was because I touched his chest that day that he unleashed all his rage on me.
I met his eyes again, and he stood in front of me with all his imposing presence and size; I was nothing compared to him. He saw me look at his body again, and he looked where my eyes were indiscreetly staring. When our gazes locked again, I saw him raise his hand threateningly, and I shrank back, thinking he was going to hit me, even closing my eyes, waiting for what never came.
When I opened my eyes, I saw him crouching and bringing his mouth to my groin, where he licked my tattoo and sucked it, looking up into my eyes.
Suddenly, the three men were ferociously tearing off all that lingerie that took me minutes to put on. Naked, as I came into the world, I felt hands sliding over my body, hands groping my butt and my small breasts, the cruelest of them all biting the flesh of my pussy, sliding his tongue between my vagina, shamelessly trembling it on a spot that drew a moan from me I didn't want to let out.
With him, the perverse one, coming at me with more hunger, he increased the speed of his flexible tongue on my sensitive spot. Not knowing if I could touch his shoulders to handle the sensation running through my skin, I was grateful that one of the men was now sucking my breasts hard, allowing me to hold onto his face, while the third left hickeys around my neck.
*Enjoy the moment…*
Those were the encouraging words I received from Aurora, and I allowed myself to cling to them and release the moans I was holding in my throat because of what the three of them were provoking in me.
Almost fainting, I found myself being supported by the man behind me. Trembling, the other let go of my breasts, and with blurry vision, I saw the perverse man stand, wiping the corner of his mouth with his thumb, looking at me with all the malice in the world.
Suddenly, I was dragged to the huge bed and had the two brothers kneeling on it, one on each side of my body. My eyes fell on the hard cock of one, and I looked away to the other.
"Suck," one commanded, and sitting between the two, I reached for a cock with each hand and jerked them off together, as a client once said he liked. Then, I brought my mouth to one of the cocks and sucked it, jerking off the other and hearing them moan with pleasure.
Turning my mouth to suck the other cock, giving it attention too, I smelled strong cigarette smoke and saw the perverse man smoking while leaning against the wall near the window, watching me in my worst version—the one where I had to do this to keep my little brother alive.
I felt one of the two men on the bed scratch my body, and soon two fingers were massaging my pussy, making me spread my legs and try to relax.
When the only dark-skinned man joined the three of us on the bed, the smell of cigarette smoke dominated.
Feeling traces of semen in my mouth, I pulled the cock out and jerked it until that man came.
Abandoning the two, I knelt and crawled to the cruel man, sitting back on my heels, legs spread, as he prepared to put on a condom.
Looking at me, he stopped, and without touching his body, I lowered my shoulders and took his massive, smooth, dark cock into my mouth. I tried to find a way to do it without it being painful for me since he was the biggest of them all, and I couldn't.
Then I felt a slap on my butt, and one of the brothers entered my body, drawing a harsh scream of shock and a grimace of pain from the desperation with which he penetrated my ass.
I let go of that big cock, and he, the perverse man and owner of the cock, pushed me by the shoulders, coming closer and making me stay on my knees. I was still being taken from behind in my body without stopping.
Suddenly, I don't know how, but I was lying with my back against the chest of the man entering my ass, and the perverse man, with his strong cigarette smell, knelt, put on the condom, and came between my legs.
I was going to stop him with my hands and push him to wait his turn, but the other brother held my hands.
Desperate, I stared with tears in my eyes at the third man between my legs, the cruel one, pleading for help with my eyes.
"Not like this… please…"
I don't know what angel was patrolling my spiritual world, but what I do know is that that man, of that size and the quietest and cruelest among them all, interceded for me.
"Let go of her hands," he demanded in a voice that made me tremble, and I was quickly released. He came closer, lowering his broad shoulders over me without touching my body, and I felt his cock force its way into my pussy.
I clenched my teeth and squeezed my eyes shut, and his hands came to hold my chin.
I looked at him so close and gasped as I felt his cock entering my pussy slowly.
"Don't hurt me," I whispered to his face, afraid of him.
"I only hurt you because you touched my scars," he said, sliding all the way in, and I arched my body, feeling terrible pain.
"Not both… not both."
"Is it hurting?"
I nodded.
"You're big," I cried.
He laughed with irony.
"I don't think that's my fault," he said, sliding out and thrusting deep into my pussy. "You're so wet. Why don't you relax with me?" He looked at me, and I saw disappointment on his face.
"Then help me…"
"Help?" He didn't understand.
"To relax… I can't do it," I confided. "You were my first client…" I broke down. "And I haven't known how to relax since then…"
His expression changed, and he stopped moving his hips, giving me peace while the other kept moving in my ass, squeezing my breasts and kissing my back.
"She's never been with two men," one of the brothers revealed what I had told them.
With that, he pulled out of my pussy and pulled me to his body. Crying, I noticed my hands ended up wrapping around the enemy's neck.
"Both of you, get out of here," he exploded, and I closed my eyes tightly, my forehead pressed against his shoulder.
"We paid…"
I shuddered, feeling like a filthy object.
"I'll refund you. Now get out of here, or I'll kill both of you by breaking your necks."
My tears dripped onto his dark skin.
What if he's kicking them out to hurt me?
I shrank back, terrified.