Locked in by the Devil

Sadie and Lila spent most of the day lounging in the living room like a pair of very satisfied cats.

The heavy wooden office doors did almost nothing to muffle what was happening on the other side.

Maya’s voice ran the full spectrum. Early on there were sharp, startled cries that climbed into full-throated screams—raw enough that Sadie once sat up straight and whispered, “Do you think he actually broke her?” Lila only smiled and shook her head. Those blood-curdling peaks eventually melted into long, broken moans, then into soft, whimpering little sounds that barely made it through the wood, the kind that meant Maya had been reduced to pure, overstimulated instinct. Between the cries came the wet percussion: skin slapping skin, the thick, rhythmic sound of a cock driving into a cunt that had long since stopped pretending it could keep up, the occasional choked gurgle when he pushed her face into the desk.

Every so often something crashed. A chair hitting the wall. The desk lamp. At one point the unmistakable sound of the heavy ebony desk itself scraping several inches across the floor with a violent drag, followed by Maya’s voice cracking on a high, continuous wail. Sadie winced in sympathy; Lila looked proud.

They were not completely heartless.

Twice they quietly opened the door just enough to slide in a tray—water, electrolyte drinks, easy finger foods, a couple of protein bars. The second time Lila caught a brief glimpse: Maya on her back on the desk, legs locked around John’s waist, head hanging off the far edge, mouth open in a silent scream while he drove into her like he had no intention of ever stopping. Her tits bounced with every thrust. His cock came out shiny and thick, dragging strings of cream, then slammed back in to the root. Cum from earlier rounds was already smeared across her stomach and dripping off the edge of the wood. The door shut again before either of the two inside noticed.

“She’s fine,”
Lila murmured, more to herself than to Sadie.
“She’s better than fine.”

Sadie leaned her head on Lila’s shoulder, listening to another rising wail that cracked into a sob of pure pleasure. Her own hand had drifted between her legs without her meaning to; Lila’s fingers were already there too, lazy and wet.
“You’re evil for the Viagra, you know that?”

Lila’s smile was slow and utterly unrepentant.
“Half a tablet. Crushed into his recovery shake this morning. I wanted to make sure Maya got the full experience for her first full day. She works so hard, after all.”

Another loud, wet slap of skin echoed down the hall, followed by Maya’s voice breaking on a high, continuous moan that lasted almost twenty seconds. Then a lower, guttural sound from him, and the wet rush of another load being forced into her.

Sadie squeezed her thighs together around Lila’s hand and laughed softly.
“She’s never going to forgive us.”

“She’ll forgive us the second she can walk again,”
Lila answered, perfectly calm, two fingers curling inside Sadie.
“And then she’ll thank us.”

They settled back on the couch, idly touching each other while they listened to their middle sister get thoroughly, relentlessly ruined behind the locked office doors—fingers sliding, mouths meeting in slow kisses, cunts slick and neglected—completely content with the chaos they had arranged.

The screams and moans stopped so suddenly that the silence felt loud.

Sadie and Lila exchanged a look, then crept down the hall on bare feet. They eased the heavy office door open just enough to peer inside.

The air that rolled out was thick enough to taste—hot, musky, saturated with sex hormones and sweat and the heavy scent of repeated orgasms. One breath and both sisters felt their cunts clench on pure instinct. The room was wrecked. Papers on the floor. A lamp on its side. The desk shoved crooked. The air itself felt used.

Inside, the scene looked almost staged.

The big office chair was wrecked—one armrest hanging, leather torn, base cracked. John sat in it like a throne, spine straight even in exhaustion. Maya was impaled on his cock, back flush against his chest, legs spread wide over the armrests in a shameless split. She leaned back against him, completely spent, head resting on his shoulder, mouth open, a thin line of drool at the corner, eyes half-lidded and empty in the most satisfied way possible. Her cunt was stretched around him, the rim shiny and swollen, a constant slow leak of thick cum and her own slick coating their joined hips and dripping steadily onto the ruined chair in long, sticky strands. Her inner thighs were shiny. Her stomach was smeared. The low sunset light poured through the window in warm gold and deep shadow, painting their bodies like something out of an old Renaissance canvas—carnal, beautiful, and utterly debauched.

Sadie’s phone was in her hand before she could stop herself. The soft click of the shutter was tiny.

It was still enough.

John’s head snapped up. In one fluid motion he stood, letting Maya slide off his cock and down onto the floor like a used-up toy. His cock came free with a wet sound, still hard, still glistening, a heavy rope of cum connecting him to her open, overflowing cunt before it broke. She landed in a limp, cum-soaked heap and only managed a weak little moan, legs splayed, more of him leaking out of her onto the carpet. He stepped over her without looking down and walked toward the doorway with heavy, deliberate strides. The dying light behind him threw his entire face into shadow; only the outline of his broad shoulders and the still-glistening length of his cock were clearly visible.

Lila swallowed hard.

She may have miscalculated the Viagra by half a tablet.

He reached them, hands already stretching out—big, possessive, clearly intending to drag both remaining sisters inside and start the next round whether his body had anything left or not.

Then his eyes rolled back.

John collapsed forward like a cut tree, dead weight and pure exhaustion, and toppled straight onto both of them. Sadie yelped. Lila oofed as she took most of him. The three of them ended up in a tangled pile in the hallway, John completely unconscious, cock still faintly twitching against Lila’s thigh, hot and wet, the scent of Maya and sex rolling off him in waves. A smear of cum transferred onto Lila’s skin.

From the office floor Maya let out one last, tiny, broken sound of agreement.

Lila stared up at the ceiling, pinned under her passed-out brother, and started laughing breathlessly.

“Okay. Next time… quarter tablet.”