Thicker Than Water (2)
"Sob... sob..." The woman kept crying. It wasn't a loud, wailing sob, but a quiet, whimpering one. It wasn't born of terror or fear, but of deep, aching sorrow. I could feel it clearly. This woman was grieving the loss of her virginity to a man like me. And knowing that only made me enjoy it more.
I didn't know why she was a virgin. Well, I’d find that out eventually. For now, I would just enjoy myself. I could just laugh darkly while forcibly violating this woman, who was slathered in Vaseline. I grabbed my cock again and thrust it inside. The woman no longer resisted. She just lay there, limp, sobbing quietly. I kept one of her legs lifted with my right arm, while my left hand held her and kneaded her right breast. My fingertips caught her nipple. I rubbed it with my thumb and forefinger while moving my hips. The slick texture of the Vaseline made the stimulation undeniably intense. It was distinctly different from what I was used to. I should do this more often.
I wondered if having Vaseline inside her would be bad for her. Probably didn't matter. But the woman kept going limp. If this continued, the handcuffs would chafe her wrists and cause injury. I couldn't have that. I didn't know what might happen if she got a wound. She was a valuable experimental subject, after all.
I unlocked the handcuffs I’d hooked onto the towel rack and laid the woman down on the bathroom floor. Perhaps she had given up on everything; she didn't scream or resist anymore. She just turned her head to the side and sobbed. Regardless, I spread her legs and thrust my cock back in. But the position was a bit awkward. My knees were hurting. I'm going to ruin my knees at this rate. How the hell are people supposed to have sex on the floor? Is this crazy? Should I just stop? The thought crossed my mind. Perhaps because of that, my erection began to fade. It didn't go completely soft, but it became a bit limp. I pulled out and let out a sigh. God, I'm weak. Getting all gloomy just because the position is bad and my knees hurt. Thinking about it, I realized that raping a woman outdoors must be an impossible task. How do you do it on the bare ground? Is it even possible on sand or dirt? Sex is incredibly difficult without cooperation. Ah, right. It's only sex if there's cooperation, isn't it? Without it, it's just rape.
I turned on the shower and washed the Vaseline off her body. The woman was still lying on the bathroom floor like a corpse. I even used body wash to scrub her clean. "Lift your head." I said, and then I washed her hair too. It felt like I was doing laundry. No, to be precise, it felt like I was washing a mop. Anyway, I looked a bit ridiculous right now. I looked like a zookeeper bathing a seal. Or maybe like I was cleaning up a junior who had vomited all over their clothes after getting wasted at a college retreat? Regardless, I washed her entire body. Then, drained of energy, I sat down on the floor myself. Let's rest. I'm exhausted. Besides, the woman didn't look like she had any intention of getting up. I might have to carry her.
"Hey. Get up and sit. Hey. Hey." I poked her with my foot, but she didn't even pretend to hear me. She just kept her head turned, staring at the drain on the bathroom floor. "If you don't get up right now, I'm going to turn one of your companions into a zombie. Since there are four of you, I can afford to turn one into a zombie, right?"
At that, the woman let out a deep sigh and sluggishly pulled herself up. Her hair was soaked, dripping water. Now that I looked at her, she was actually quite pretty. Was it because I’d washed her? Or was it because she was glaring at me so fiercely? Either way, it seemed like her expressions were what made her look alive. Maybe it was her upturned eyes? Could be.
"What's your relationship with your companions?"
The woman kept her mouth shut and glared at me. Ugh, this is annoying. Why are they trying to engage in a battle of wills?
"From now on, if I don't get an immediate answer, I'm going to start by turning one of them into a zombie. And I'll tell your companions that you sold them out. There's plenty I can do, so go ahead and keep your mouth shut if you want. You'll get to see something fun. Now. What's your relationship with your companions?"
The woman sighed. Then, reluctantly, she opened her mouth. "Brother."
"Which one of the two?"
"Both."
"Both?" That was unexpected. Ah... I see. Now it made sense. The way the man had screamed at me not to come out in front of the church. I had thought it was a clumsy sacrifice. But it wasn't. Perhaps it was only natural. There are many brothers who would sacrifice themselves for their younger sister. That's what family is. Well, there are plenty of people who aren't like that, though.
"What about the other girl? Don't tell me she's your sister too."
"A colleague."
"Is that so? Then are those two men both your brothers? Are you the youngest?"
"Yes."
A smile spread across my face automatically. Siblings. Family. This was useful. It meant family could be used as hostages. If I secured this girl, I could use those two men. It meant I had leverage.
"What about the other girl? Why are you traveling together? Just because you're colleagues? Or is she dating one of your brothers?"
"No."
"Well, I suppose you wouldn't commit the atrocity of introducing your colleague to your brother. Right?" I said it with a laugh, but the woman didn't answer. I guess she didn't consider that a question. Well, I could let that slide. Anyway, I liked this dynamic. A blood relation with a degree of coercion. This could be exploited. It wasn't impossible.
"Stand up." As I stood up, the woman slowly rose to her feet. I tossed her a towel and told her to dry off. She wiped herself down without a word. I dried myself off as well, put on some clothes, and said to her, "Follow me."
The woman sighed again and followed. She had no clothes, so she trailed behind me, water dripping from her still-damp hair. I went to the room where the hostess was. When I opened the door, the hostess sat up, but she froze when she saw the naked woman behind me. "Get in." The hostess looked flustered, not knowing what was going on. The younger sister who had followed me seemed similarly taken aback, as if she hadn't expected this.
"Do I have to say things twice?" At my threat, the younger sister stepped inside. The hostess watched her enter in silence. I closed the door and locked it. Then I went to the next room and opened the door. As the door opened, the two brothers and the colleague looked at me. Their gazes were still hostile. But when they realized I was alone, their expressions turned even more ferocious. "You, the woman, come out." At my words, the colleague's face twisted, and she trembled violently. She looked like she had just been sentenced to death. She might even piss herself if I wasn't careful.
"If you don't come out quickly, I'll shoot you in the head or turn those men into zombies. So, can we do this when I ask the first time? It's annoying." It was easier to threaten them using their companions than to threaten them directly. It was more effective, too. Usually. Guilt is more painful than people think. The colleague stumbled out. She wouldn't even meet my eyes, and when I placed my hand on her shoulder, she flinched and trembled even harder. "Your sister is safe, so don't worry too much and stay quiet." I told them, then closed and locked the door. I took the still-trembling colleague back to the next room and opened the door. As the door opened again, the hostess and the younger sister looked at me, startled, as if they'd been caught doing something wrong. Moreover, the younger sister was crying. What had they been talking about in that short time to make her cry? Was that the famous female empathy?
I grabbed the colleague by the shoulder and went inside. I took out the handcuffs and hooked one side of the hostess's and the colleague's cuffs to the bathroom doorknob. "What on earth... is this..."
"Keep your mouth shut and stay quiet." When I barked the order, the hostess immediately shut up. That was her problem. Did she think she was something special just because we’d slept together a few times? What a ridiculous cunt. I grabbed the younger sister, whose hair was still wet, and threw her onto the bed. She tumbled onto the bed in an unseemly heap and glared at me.
"I'm going to finish what I started earlier. So stay still. Do it for your brothers' sake." I said that and took off my clothes. The younger sister looked at the hostess and the colleague in front of the bathroom and squeezed her eyes shut. I grabbed the younger sister's legs and spread them wide. Perhaps because of the situation, my cock was already fully erect. It felt even bigger, maybe because I’d been interrupted earlier. I grabbed it and thrust it back into her cunt. Unlike before, it was quite tight this time. Without the help of Vaseline, it couldn't be helped. Still, after moving a few times, I was able to slide it in thanks to her precum and arousal fluids. My cock went in all the way. The younger sister's face was twisted in pain. I looked toward the bathroom; the hostess was