Bullied By My Alpha Twins

Ours

CHAPTER EIGHT

NADIA

We were touching now, my body naked and exposed pressing against the twins.

Alex picked up the sponge filled with soap and rubbed it against my body. His hands circled my n*****s and moved down to my clits causing my toes to curl.

After the countless times that they had humiliated me this way, I had learned to give up fighting and accept it as my fate.

“Wash me.” Sandro passed me a sponge. I looked at their faces and the side of their lips that were raised had not dropped.

“Do I have to?”

“Do you have a choice?” He chuckled.

He turned me to him, as I backed Alex whose fingers moved from my clit to my anus while he slowly washed me up.

I washed Sandro, intentionally avoiding his c**k till he forced my hand there. “Is that not a part of my body?”

I snubbed him, taking my hands off. Till he pressed closer to me in a way that his c**k was trapped in my thighs.

I gasped as I felt it. At first, his flaccid c**k, was pressed between my thighs. But now it was rising. Growing harder and thicker...

He forced my hand to it, grasping him.

“Stroke me…”.

“Wh…what are you doing?” I stuttered.

“Just keep quiet and do as I say.”.

Alex’s play on my clit continued and in no time the pace he used to rub it had increased rapidly.

I tried to distract myself from feeling all the chills, by shutting my eyes. Instead, I saw flashes of the twins penetrating me.

I jerked “What have I ever done to you? Why do I get punished this way?”

Alex laughed, “This is not punishment. It is a privilege. You are so worthless yet we give you this advantage and you are not grateful?” I stiffened.

“If you want to know what you’ve done, then think back to every time we met at the start, how you always stood in our way.”

“You are even silly for asking that question,” Sandro joined, “Besides all Alex had mentioned, did you expect us to ignore your big buttocks and breasts? No girl as curvy as you can escape us, and you are not an exception.” His eyes gleamed as he spoke.

I was disgusted at their response and more pissed that their words were true. Sandro and Alex were top manwhores that the whole school knew about, and even now in college, the story was the same.

If only I could put them in their place, but I was too weak and could not stand Alpha wolves like them especially as I did not even have a wolf.

I was distracting myself with painful thoughts as I moved my hand up and down the length of Sandro’s stiffening c**k.

Sandro’s wet mustache was tickling my face, my chin, and my lips so that I was close enough to kiss him.

Alex fingered me like Sandro was not there and his hand occasionally rubbed my breast while he tried to press his c**k against my buttocks.

The way they touched me at the same time felt very inappropriate. How was it normal to them?

My hand was still stroking Sandro’s c**k while his chin moved up and down in a slow nod.

“Have you finalized about staying with us?”

I shuddered uncontrollably as Sandro’s hands slid down my hips.

“Do I have a choice about it?”

“On a normal day, you won’t. But count this as your lucky day.” Alex chuckled.

“Please give me some time to decide,” I muttered.

•••••

It had been days and I had successfully avoided Sandro and Alex since the last time they dragged me to their house. As I dressed to watch the inter-school rugby championship game, I wondered how much longer I could avoid them.

Jack had asked me to come watch him play in the inter-school rugby championship game between our school and the neighboring college, and I hesitated at first. To say I was reluctant would be an understatement.

The specter of Alex and Sandro loomed large, and I didn’t want to get into any more trouble with them. They had a way of making my life miserable, and the last thing I needed was to attract their attention at a sporting event. But Jack had a knack for making me eat my words sometimes.

“You’ll like it, I promise,” he said, flashing that charming smile of his, which always made my heart race a little faster, even though I knew there was nothing in it. He seemed so genuinely enthusiastic about the game and the chances of our school doing well.

“Okay, I guess I'm bought over," I relented, feigning a resigned smile. With a deep breath, I pushed aside my concerns and decided to go. After all, whether I stayed put or didn't, I would never be able to escape their bullying, which was becoming relentless.

When I arrived at the field, the energy in the air was palpable. Students from both schools gathered, painting the scene with their colorful jerseys and spirited cheers. The sun shone brightly overhead, making the moment feel almost electric. It wasn’t until the game started, and the whistle blew, that I realized just how important Jack was to the team. He was the captain and the star of the show.

As the gameplay unfolded, I watched in awe. Jack moved like a dancer on the field, his athleticism evident in his every stride. He dodged, tackled, and passed the ball with such skill. But the opposing team seemed determined to stifle his influence, sending rough tackles his way. I gasped as they went after him, my heart racing every time he was knocked down, but to my surprise, he always found a way to escape their grasp, like a fish slipping through a fisherman's net.

I found myself absorbed, cheering, and gasping along with the crowd. In my excitement, I didn’t notice when Alex and Sandro slipped into the seats beside me, their presence dripping with that familiar tension that always signaled trouble.

It wasn’t long before I realized that everyone seated near me had vacated their spots, casting frightened glances in our direction. A knot of anxiety twisted in my stomach. I tried to get up and leave, but Alex was quicker. He grabbed my arm, his grip firm.

"You know better than to move an inch," he said, his tone serious, almost threatening.

“I see you’ve been avoiding us lately,” he added, running a finger through my hair without my consent. I recoiled reflexively, but I knew better that asking him to stop was useless; he would only take pleasure in trying to get a rise out of me. A silent prayer slipped from my lips, wishing desperately that Jack would glance our way and see I was in trouble.

But Jack was fully focused on the game, dodging opponents, and scoring points.

I glanced at Mark, who momentarily caught sight of me in distress. His eyes widened in concern, but before he could intervene, he quickly turned away, clearly afraid of Alex and Sandro’s influence. I felt a wave of frustration wash over me.

“I see your Jack is the superstar,” Sandro sneered, his mocking smile making my blood boil. “Well, I hope he is man enough to save you from us like he saves his team.”

“How many times do I need to warn you that trying to avoid us is a very serious crime? How many times!?” Alex shouted, the menace in his voice coming out like thunder.

I watched as his eyes flickered with an unsettling change, and a part of me feared he was about to let his wolf side take over. For a moment, the air was thick with tension, but he seemed to wrestle for control as he continued. “Now, we are going to punish you for disobeying us,” he said, his words like icy daggers.

“Come with us,” Sandro commanded, trying to yank me up, his hands rough and forceful.

“Leave me alone!” I pleaded, wrestling against his grip. But I was no match for his strength. My heart pounded loudly in my chest, panic flooding my veins.

“Jack!” I cried out again, my voice desperate and raw as I hoped against hope that he would notice.

He paused for a fleeting moment, glancing in my direction. My heart leaped with the smallest shred of optimism. But I watched in dismay as he turned away, attention diverted back to the game.

I cursed under my breath, bitterness rising within me. How could he let this happen? How could he abandon me like this? I had come to the field because he asked me to!

“I told you, he is no match for us, and he knows it,” Alex whispered mockingly into my ear, a familiar laugh echoing through his words.

“No one is coming to save you.” Sandro chortled, his laughter ringing sharp and cruel.

That laughter cut me deeper than anything else. Anger mixed with despair and disappointment, swirling inside me as I felt my small joys so easily succumb to the darkness they represented. I was being dragged away against my will, trapped in a nightmare that I couldn’t wake up from.

Before I knew it, they pulled me away from the bleachers, and I stumbled, trying to keep my footing. The game continued to unfold behind us, Jack's voice mingling with the cheers, a stark contrast to my growing fear. “Please, let me go! You don’t have to do this!” I tried to reason with them, but my words fell on deaf ears.

“Too bad, we aren’t done with you yet,” Alex snapped, and I felt a chill run down my spine. Their laughter echoed through the field as they dragged me further away from the game, further away from Jack, making me feel utterly helpless.

They led me towards a dark corner near the edge of the schoolyard, an area secluded from the buzz of the crowd. The atmosphere shifted, becoming thick and suffocating. “You think you can just ignore us, that you can walk away?” Sandro leaned in close, his scent mixing with the scent of sweat from his exertions on the field.

I felt anger boil over. How dare they treat me like this? “I didn’t do anything wrong!” I yelled, trying to summon the bravery to stand my ground, though my heart raced in fear.

“Exactly. That’s the point,” Alex went on, his voice a chilling whisper. “You have done nothing, but as long as we live, we shall continue to deal with you as we deem fit. You are nothing more than a puppet in our hands. Nothing more!”

At that moment, I could feel the tears welling up in my eyes, but I wouldn’t let them fall. With each tug of their hands, they pulled me further away from the lively energy of the tournament. I wanted to scream, to draw attention, but fear held me back. Thoughts of Jack flooded my mind. How could he just stand by? Didn’t he care at all?

“Stop crying,” Sandro snapped, clearly unfeeling. “You brought this on yourself.”

I bit my lip, trying to swallow the feeling of impending doom. Knowing that this wasn’t how it was supposed to end filled me with a fierce audience of self-loathing. I felt stupid for believing that I could navigate college with them without facing consequences.

Suddenly, I could hear the cheers beginning to fade, and I knew the game was almost over. “Can we at least go back?” I asked, desperation leaking into my voice.

“No,” Alex said firmly, shaking his head. “You’re ours now.”