Alice is made to watch

Alice whirled around, her heart hammering in her chest as she came face to face with a man who could have been Marcus's brother,just as tall, just as broad, his skin the same deep brown, his eyes cold and knowing as they raked over her body, a cruel smile spreading across his face as he took in her disheveled state, the obvious arousal she couldn't hide, the shame written across her features, "Well, well, well, what do we have here?" he said, his voice a deep rumble that reminded her of Marcus's, "Looks like we got ourselves a little white voyeur, Marcus, you see this?" he called out, his hand gripping Alice's arm hard enough to bruise, and she heard Marcus's laugh from inside the room, heard him say "Yeah I noticed the loser, thought he could see what a real man fucked like," and she wanted to run, but the man's grip was like iron, his presence overwhelming, and she could only stand there, trembling, as he pulled her into the room, forced her to her knees beside the bed where Marcus lay, beside, and she had to look at her own face, her own lips, her own eyes staring back at her from Henry's borrowed consciousness, and the man said "Since you like watching so much, why don't you join us?" his hand tangling in her hair, yanking her head back, forcing her to look up at him, at his massive frame, at the bulge in his pants, and she knew what was coming, knew she couldn't stop it, knew a part of her didn't want to stop it, and she hated herself for it, hated the way her body responded.

Marcus's brother tightened his grip in her hair, his voice a low, mocking growl as he said, "You like watching so much, let's see what you're working with, take it out," and when Alice's trembling hands couldn't move fast enough, he ripped open her pants, exposing her small, hard leaking cock, and both men laughed, the sound cruel and degrading, Marcus saying "Look at that little thing, that's what you were rubbing while watching me fuck?"

"Since you like watching so much, why don't you give us a show, stroke that little thing for us, let us see how a white slut pleasures herself," his words a command she couldn't refuse, her hand moving to her cock, stroking it slowly, deliberately, while both men watched, their gazes heavy with judgment and desire, and she hated the way it felt, hated the way her body responded, hated the way she couldn't stop herself from moaning as she touched herself, her tiny shaft disappearing into her fist with each stroke, the men's laughter filling her ears as she performed for them, her own eyes staring back at her from across the room, watching her degrade herself, and she came, a pathetic little spurt of cum landing on the floor, her body shaking with the force of her unwanted orgasm, and both men just watched, their expressions a mixture of contempt and amusement, before Marcus's brother said "Clean it up," pushing her head toward the floor, and she obeyed, her tongue lapping at her own cum, tasting her own shame.

Marcus's brother yanked Alice's head back, forcing her to look at her own faceand said, "Tell her what you think of that pathetic little prick, Alice." Henry's borrowed lips curled into a sneer, her voice coming out in Alice's own tone but dripping with contempt as she said, "Look at that tiny thing, can't even compare to a real man, no wonder you get off watching, you're not even half the man they are" and Alice felt tears prick her eyes as she was forced to watch as Henry started stroking the men, her hand moving from one massive cock to the other, her fingers barely able to wrap around their girth, the heat and weight of them overwhelming her small grip, while Henry kept taunting her, both men groaned as she worked their shafts, her palms slick with their pre-cum. Alice sat speechless, her own tiny cock still wet and exposed, a constant reminder of her inadequacy as she serviced them.

Henry's lips curved into a cruel smile as he released Marcus's cock, his cum-slicked hand reaching out to cup Alice's chin, forcing her to meet her own gaze, "You see this pathetic little nub between your legs?" he said, his thumb tracing her lower lip, "That's not a cock, that's a clit, a tiny little button that exists only to remind you what you'll never have, what you'll never be," and he laughed, the sound coming from her own throat but carrying none of her warmth, "You were made for this, Henry, made to watch as real men get what they deserve"

"You were made for this, Henry, made to watch as real men get what they deserve," Henry's voice echoed in Alice's ears, her own words twisted into weapons against her, and she watched as Henry leaned down, her borrowed lips parting as she took Marcus's brother's cock into her mouth, her tongue swirling around the head with practiced ease, her eyes locked on Alice's as she sank down, taking him deeper, her throat convulsing around his length, and Alice felt her own cock twitch, felt the shame burn through her as she watched her own face worship another man's flesh.

Marcus's brother groaned, his hand fisting in Henry's hair, guiding his rhythm, "Fuck, Alice, you got a good mouth on you, " he said, nodding toward Alice, and Henry pulled off with a wet pop, a string of saliva connecting his lips to the tip of the man's cock, "Thankyou, daddy."

Alice remained on her knees, her own cock hard and leaking, her body trembling with need and shame, and Marcus's brother noticed, his hand reaching down to wrap around her tiny shaft, his fingers barely able to grip it, "Look at this thing," he said, stroking her slowly, "It's like a little girl's clit, you get off on this, don't you?" and Alice couldn't speak, could only nod, her breath catching as he worked her, his touch rough and careless, and she came again, a pathetic whimper escaping her lips as her cum spurted weakly.

Henry pulled back, his mouth glistening, his eyes meeting Alice's, "You see how it's done?" he asked, his voice soft but cruel, "This is what a real woman does, she pleases her men, she takes their pleasure and gives them more," and he turned to Marcus, spreading his borrowed legs, "Fuck me, Marcus, show her what she's missing," and Marcus laughed, positioning himself between Henry's thighs, his massive cock pressing against Henry's entrance, and Alice watched as her own body was taken again, as Marcus pushed inside, Henry's mouth falling open in a moan that was her own voice, her own pleasure, and Alice felt a sick twist in her gut, a mixture of jealousy and arousal as she watched herself get fucked, watched Marcus's hips slam against her borrowed flesh, watched her own legs wrap around his waist, pulling him deeper.

Marcus's brother grabbed Alice's hair, yanking her head back, forcing her to watch, "Don't you look away," he growled, "You watch every second, you see what a real man does to a tight little cunt like hers," and Alice obeyed, her eyes fixed on the sight of Marcus fucking her own body, Henry's moans filling the room, her own voice crying out in pleasure, and Alice felt her cock throb, felt another orgasm building, but Marcus's brother's hand was around her throat, squeezing just enough to make her lightheaded, "Not yet," he said, "You come when I tell you to come, and not before," and Alice whimpered, her body trembling with the effort of holding back, her eyes locked on the sight of her own defilement, her own pleasure, her own shame, as Marcus fucked her harder, faster, until he came with a roar, filling her body with his seed once more. Marcus's brother released Alice's throat, and moved to Henry, and with one thrust, started to fuck her for himself, not letting her rest.

Marcus's brother drove into Henry with relentless, punishing thrusts, each stroke deeper, harder, his massive body looming over Alice's borrowed form, and Henry cried out, her voice, breaking into sobs of pleasure as she was filled again, used again, and Alice watched, her own tears finally spilling over, hot and shameful, as Marcus's brother buried himself to the hilt and groaned, his release flooding into her body , and Alice felt the tears streak down her cheeks, her body shaking with silent sobs as she witnessed her own defilement, her own body a vessel for their pleasure, her own voice crying out in ecstasy for another man's seed.

Marcus's brother drove into Henry with one final, punishing thrust, his body tensing as he came, and as he filled her with his seed, he and Marcus both turned their gaze to Alice, their voices joining in a cruel chorus, "Look at that pathetic cuck," Marcus said, his voice dripping with contempt, "he can't even look away, he's getting off on this," and his brother grunted, his hips still pressed against Henry's borrowed flesh, "Yeah, that's right, you're a cuck, Henry, a pathetic little cuck,and Alice felt the words hit her like a physical blow, not only was her bodies reputation down the drain, her current bodies was too, her own cock twitching, her shame and arousal mixing into a sick, intoxicating cocktail, her eyes locked on the sight of her own body being used as the men laughed and called her a cuck, her tears falling as she came again, silently, pathetically, her cum leaking onto the floor as she watched, it couldn't get any worse.