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you.”
    He seems relieved. He smears some cream on his large palms and massages it onto my bruises, where he can see them. He is a nice-looking young man, actually. Overhanging eyebrows like his father, and a very firm jaw. He is gentle today.
    “ If you spread your legs, I can put the balm deep inside you,” he offers.
    I hesitate for a moment, and then I nod.
    I seat my buttocks on the edge of the bathtub and open my thighs. Andrew kneels before me reverently.
    “ You are beautiful,” he breathes.
    “ But you’re not going to fuck me again,” I say.
    “ Unless you want me to.” He pushes his balm-smeared fingers deep into my pussy and swirls them around, coating my abraded vaginal walls. His blue eyes hold mine.
    I hesitate again. I really want his father’s help.
    “ I’m really sore today,” I say truthfully.
    “ Sure. I understand. Maybe next time.”
    “ Yeah, maybe next time.”
    I proffer him my asshole next by turning over and prostrating my waist over the bathtub. He does the same, plunging his fingers deep into my asshole.
    His grandmother’s cream is surprisingly effective. In only a matter of minutes, a cooling sensation swarms my pussy and asshole, relieving the deep ache which has been plaguing me.
    “ Better?” He beams at me.
    “ Much better. Do I get my clothes back?” I say, looking around the bathroom. My suitcase certainly is not in my guestroom, unless they stashed it somewhere that I could not see at a cursory glance.
    Andrew looks sheepish.
    “ Uh, my father wants to see you,” he says.
    “ Without my clothes?” I am aware that Christopher is the only one in the McArthur family who hasn’t fucked me yet.
    “ Yes.”
    This must mean Christopher wants to fuck me. Or see me naked again, at least.
    Whatever it takes.
    Andrew leads me downstairs to the dining room. Even from the bottom of the stairs, I can hear the din – male voices speaking loudly, forks and knives scraping on plates, fists thumping on the table.
    “ That’s what it’s like to live with six brothers,” Andrew remarks.
    “ Where’s your mother?”
    “ Gone to live in Kensington. She could never stand the cold around here. Gives her pneumonia.”
    “ And she has left you guys all alone?”
    “ Doctor’s orders. But Father likes it here, and so do we.”
    We march to the dining room, where the sight of seven huge men at a laden table greets me. They all stop as soon as they see me – these young men who have used me just less than twenty-four hours ago. Lucky for me, I am not the easily embarrassed sort, or I would have blushed under their scrutiny.
    Christopher sits at the head of the table. As in their tradition, every one of them wears a kilt.
    “ You must be starving, Alice Devlin,” Christopher’s voice booms.
    “ Yes. Yes, I am.”
    Although every youth here has fucked me thoroughly, their eyes still rake my tits and pussy like they have never seen me before.
    “ Come here then.” Christopher pushes back his chair and pats his lap. “Come sit here.”
    Of course it would come to this.
    I make my way to him. Christopher wears a kilt, of course, and I posit myself upon the tartan. I can smell the tobacco on his breath. His body is like a furnace. I wrap my arms around his neck for balance. I can feel the rod of his erect cock beneath the kilt.
    My stomach growls with the smell of the food. They are having a traditional English breakfast, with platters of bacon and fried eggs and hunks of crusty bread. There is also a large bowl of porridge with a jar of syrup in the center of the old oak table. The aroma of coffee is strong.  
    Christopher caresses my breasts. He forks a piece of bacon and lifts it to my mouth. Then he scoops up some eggs. I wolf the food down hungrily. His sons watch us with undisguised hunger.
    The hunt isn’t over. Not by a long shot.
    When I have finished, he asks me, “Still hungry, little fox?”
    “ No.”
    “ Good. Has everyone here finished?” He directed this