VELVET DESIRES: An Erotic Anthology

STEL UNCLE'S PET #5

Months blurred quickly as Silas and Kai used me like their personal fucktoy morning, noon, and night. I learned to spread my legs the second one of them walked into the room, sometimes they took me together on the cold floor or they passed me back and forth on the table like a shared meal.

My body stopped fighting them long ago, even if my mind still screamed. I was nothing but holes for them to fill.

One evening, Silas dragged me out of the room by my hair and shoved me into the shower. He didn’t speak or fingered me this time while he scrubbed me roughly, paying special attention to my t**s and between my legs. When I was clean, he tossed me a thin white slip that barely covered my ass.

“Put it on. We have guests.” My stomach twisted. Guests?

He marched me downstairs to the living room. Kai was already there, lounging on the couch with a beer he smirked when he saw me. Two unfamiliar men sat across from him; they were both older, dressed in expensive suits. Their eyes crawled over my barely-covered body as Silas pushed me into the center of the room.

“Turn around. Slowly.”

I obeyed, my cheeks burning with shame as the strangers examined every inch of me. One of them stood up and circled me, lifting the hem of the slip to expose my ass and p***y. He squeezed my cheeks hard, then slid two fingers inside me without warning. I gasped but I didn’t pull away. I knew better.

“Still tight,” the man grunted. “You’ve been using her hard, Silas.”

“She’s broken in nicely,” Silas replied, lighting a cigar. “Obedient, takes c**k like she was born for it. Ass, throat, p***y doesn’t matter. She cums even when she cries too.”

The second man chuckled darkly. “Price?”

Silas named a high figure that made my blood run cold, but they didn’t haggle much. After a few minutes of casual negotiation, money was transferred on a laptop while I stood there trembling.

Kai walked over and slapped my ass hard enough to make me stumble. “Told you she was a good investment, Dad. But I’m gonna miss this tight little cunt.”

The tall man with cold gray eyes grabbed my chin and forced me to look at him. “You belong to me now, girl. My club has a lot of clients who enjoy breaking pretty things like you. You’ll be very popular.”

Silas stepped closer, voice low. “Be good for them, Nadia. Or they’ll make what we did to you feel like foreplay.”

Kai gave my n****e one last cruel twist for old times’ sake while his father watched with a satisfied smirk. Just like that, I was sold to the wolves.

The black van drove for hours. When it finally stopped, I was dragged into a sleek, windowless building hidden in the industrial district. A glowing red sign above the private entrance read THE DEN.

Inside, the air was thick with perfume, sweat, and s*x. The main floor was a luxurious hell it had dim red lighting, leather couches, stages with girls dancing or being f****d for the audience as moans and the wet sounds of flesh filled the air.

They called me Naya now. “Nadia is dead,” the tall man told me as he led me through the back halls. “You’re Naya. Property of The Den.”

That first night they threw me straight into the fire.

I was dragged onto a low, circular platform in the center of the main floor. Bright spotlights blinded me as my wrists were cuffed to chains hanging from the ceiling. The thin slip was torn off my body, leaving me completely naked in front of at least thirty wealthy clients seated around the stage as their hungry stares crawled over my skin.

“Fresh arrival,” Mr. Voss (the tall man who bought me) announced from the side. “Barely broken in. Who wants to test her first? Opening bids start now.”

The first man climbed onto the stage immediately; he was middle-aged, heavy and reeked of cigar smoke. He didn’t bother with foreplay; he shoved me to my knees and forced his thick c**k down my throat while the crowd cheered. I gagged violently as he f****d my face, his heavy balls slapping against my chin as tears streamed down my cheeks.

Before he even finished, another man stepped up behind me. He kicked my legs apart, forced me on all fours and thrust into my asshole, the sudden stretch tore a choked scream from around the c**k still in my mouth.

They used me like that for what felt like hours rotating in pairs and trios. One in my throat, one in my cunt, sometimes a third forcing himself into my ass while the audience placed bets on how many times I would c*m against my will.

By the end of the public display, thick ropes of semen dripped from my p***y and ass onto the stage, my throat was raw and my body trembled uncontrollably as strangers laughed and took photos of me leaking.

But one man in the back didn’t laugh.

He watched silently; he was tall, dark-haired, late thirties, with sharp features and an aura of quiet power. Unlike the others, he didn’t join the first night’s frenzy.

My first week there was hectic. The Den didn’t give me time to recover every night I was put on display. Sometimes on the main stage for public use, sometimes in private VIP rooms where groups of four or five men took turns running a train on me.

They f****d me mercilessly in my mouth, p***y, and ass all at once. They slapped my t**s red, choked me until I nearly passed out, and made me thank them for every load.

Voss watched it all. He knew Silas. They were old business associates.

Sometimes he would casually mention how much my step-uncle had enjoyed breaking me in and that only made the clients use me harder.

But the quiet man from the first night kept returning. His name was Damien Vale.

He started requesting me for private sessions on the third night. Unlike the others, he didn’t immediately f**k me, he observed me first. On the fifth night, after a particularly brutal group session that left me sobbing and covered in c*m, Damien bought an entire evening with me. He had me brought to his private suite, cleaned me gently in the shower, then f****d me slowly on the large bed while studying my face.

“You’re not like the others, Naya,” he murmured against my ear as he buried himself deep inside me. “You’ve got fire in your eyes.” Thrust, “Most girls break completely after their first week here.” Thrust “You… you’re different. You hate this. Good. Because hate keeps you alive.” he said before crashing his lips against mine as he continued f*****g me.

Over the following nights, he kept coming back. He f****d me hard when he wanted, but he also talked and asked questions afterwards. It felt weird at first because the only use of my mouth was to choke on d**k but with time I got used to his questions.

Damien Vale was no saint. He was a dangerous and powerful businessman with his own dark empire, but he was not allied with Voss or Silas. In fact, I slowly realized he had his own quiet rivalries with men like them.