Two days later,
The front door crashed open like a thunderclap, shattering the fragile peace I'd clung to since Atlas wrecked me on that piano bench. I was lounging on the living room couch in nothing but an oversized tee and thong, scrolling through my phone, when Zack and Zade stormed in, their faces twisted in volcanic rage.
Zack's eyes locked on me first, pure murder in them, and before I could even squeak, he lunged, fisting a brutal handful of my hair and yanking my head back so hard my scalp burned.
"You filthy fucking cum-dump," he snarled, spit flying from his lips. "We told you you're ours, our personal cocksleeve and you spread those whore legs for that piece-of-shit ex while we were gone? Atlas? That sunflower-eyed prick who dumped your ass?"
Zade flanked him, ripping my tee off in one savage tear, my tits spilling out heavy and jiggling as he backhanded my cheek just hard enough to sting. "You belong to us, bitch. Not him. Time to remind you what happens to disloyal sluts."
"I..." They didn't wait for my protests.
Zack shoved me face-down over the couch arm, my ass up high, thong snapped aside like tissue paper. Zade freed his throbbing cock first and rammed it straight into my dry pussy without lube, the burn making me scream as he stretched my walls brutally.
"Take it, you betraying cunt," he growled, hips pistoning like a machine, balls slapping my clit with wet smacks that echoed through the room.
Zack crammed his dick down my throat from the front, choking me balls-deep, my gag reflex firing as he face-fucked me mercilessly, skull-fucking until drool and tears streamed down my chin. I wanted to scream but I couldn't.
"Suck it clean, Ella, taste what you earn for cheating on your owners." They tag-teamed me like animals, swapping holes. Zade was pounding my ass next, his girth splitting me open while Zack reamed my pussy, their cocks churning my guts into a sloppy mess, double-penetrating until I squirted uncontrollably, my pussy clenching around Zack's shaft as my body betrayed me with hate-fueled orgasms.
"Fuck her harder, bro, wreck this traitor hole," Zack grunted, pinching my clit viciously while Zade mauled my tits, twisting nipples until they bruised purple.
They railed me for what felt like hours, flipping me every which way on the couch cushions, my body a sweat-slicked ragdoll as they flooded every orifice, hot ropes of cum blasting down my throat, painting my tits, and overflowing from my gaping pussy and ass in creamy rivers that soaked the leather.
Finally spent, they yanked out, leaving me a trembling, cum-leaking heap. Zack grabbed my hair again, dragging me toward the door. "You're done, slut. Disowned. Get the fuck out.. naked." Zade flung the door wide, hurling me onto the driveway gravel on all fours, my knees scraping raw as their cum bubbled out of my wrecked holes.
The door slammed shut, locks clicking finally.
My heart shattered into fresh shards, and I staggered up on shaky legs.
Fuck them.
The clothesline in the side yard had my old crop top and denim shorts flapping. I snatched them quickly, yanking the tight top over my sticky tits, nipples poking through like diamonds and shimmying into the shorts that rode up my cum-smeared ass crack. Barefoot, I stumbled to my car and drove straight to Atlas's penthouse downtown, pounding on his door like a lifeline.
It swung open, and there he was, Atlas, shirtless in low-slung sweats, his sunflower eyes widening in horror as he took in my bruised throat, welted cheek and clothes barely containing the evidence of my fresh gangbang.
"Ella? Jesus fuck, what happened? You look like you got run over by a truck. Get in here, now." His voice cracked with raw concern, his arm shooting out to pull me inside, the door clicking shut behind us as he crushed me against his chest, his heart hammering wildly under my cheek.
