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The Cradle Will Fall; Dancin' With The Devil
Daniel Jackson
Stargate SG-1
Adult FanFiction
by
Moon Mistress
a/k/a
Lisa Beth Darling

It was a pretty big year for predators
The marketplace was on a roll
And the land of opportunity
Spawned a whole new breed of men without souls
This year, notoriety got all confused with fame
And the devil is downhearted
Because there's nothing left for him to claim
The Garden of Allah
Don Henley

Chapter Ten

“Get up.” Daniel said in the darkened motel room. He reached for his gun on the nightstand. “Now, get up Davy.” Daniel kicked the bed.

Davy sat up. “Wot?”

“You wanna fuck my wife?”

“Dat a trick question?”

“No.”

“Hell yeah I do.”

Daniel grabbed him by the scruff of the neck and took him back 1 North Cemetery Drive. Calla was lightly dosing beneath the covers but she was doing her own tossing and turning. “There she is, go get her.”

“Are you serious?”

“Who’s there?” Calla mumbled and sat up to see the brothers Jackson standing over her. “What’s going on?” She had the beginnings of a hangover, her head was fuzzy and was about to start pulsing at any moment. Her throat was dry and she’d like nothing more than a tall glass of ice water.

Daniel reached under the mattress and pulled her copy of Session 9, he popped it into the DVD player. “Go on, Davy, you first, it’s been a long time since you had a woman.”

“Daniel?” Calla asked in an alarmed voice and tried to gather the blankets around her, David yanked them away. “Daniel!” He was getting undressed and David was climbing into the bed.

“Be a gud gurl, Callie, be quiet, ah, yew jus’ hush.”

Now Daniel was opening the top dresser drawer, he tossed a bottle of cocoa butter oil and Big Blue onto the bed. “Wanna make sure we work you over the way you like it, Cal.”

Grabbing her by the back of the head David smiled at the objects on the bed. “Dey look like fun, furst you start here.” He pushed her head toward his crotch. “Go on, gurl, suck my cock.”

“Do what he says.” Daniel told her as he stood back and watched. “Tonight he’s as much your Master as I am. Go on, I wanna watch you blow him off.”

Scared and confused, not knowing exactly how she’d gotten here, Calla brought down David’s zipper and free the tool within. It smelled and tasted like spunk from when he’d been jacking off in the bathroom. It was nasty.

“Suck it.” David demanded.

Calla wrapped her mouth around it and the evening began. Both of David’s hands on her head now, he slid in and out of her mouth and down her throat as if he were inside another part of her, one which he couldn’t wait to get to. First things first, let the girl show off her talents. “Dat’s gud, Callie. I like dat.” He slid his shirt over his head and returned his hands to where they’d been so he could get the rhythm he liked best. “C’mon, Danny, come git yew sum ‘a dis. She a real gud gurl.”

“I know she is, Davy.” Daniel coached as he reached out and stroked her back. “Real good girl. Sometimes she’s real bad and she needs to be punished.” He felt her stiffen and then shake.

“Dew she now?” David asked through tight lips.

“Yep.” Daniel raised his hand.

“Dun yew bite gurl.” Davy warned just before Daniel’s hand came down and smacked her ass. Callie was a very good and experienced girl. The crack of Danny’s hand made her jump but her teeth didn’t come close to clamping down. “Dew it again, Danny.”

Sounded good to him so he did.

Crack.

“Yeah, dat’s it Danny, she’s getting gud n wet nah.” Davy grabbed a handful of her hair and yanked it back hard, her eyes flew open and she looked at him with his cock in her mouth. “Ain’t ya? G’on, Danny, fuck her. Dun yew stop sucking.” One hand with a fistful of hair the other one reached down to grab one of those little titties which was swinging so free.

Face to face with Calla on her knees between them, Daniel slid into her without saying ‘I love you’ first. He was getting tired of that little ritual anyway. Right now, well, this wasn’t about love. No, it was about Power and Control, making damn sure she knew that she wasn’t the one with either. Her shaking body trembled harder as he entered her but she didn’t stop sucking Davy’s cock. Eye to eye and face to face, the brother Jackson stared at each other while indulging in the woman they were sharing. Twins, they did some pretty fucked up shit, or so Daniel’d always heard. He never expected to be here with Davy but now that he was, he wasn’t sorry it was happening. In fact, Daniel wanted more. A lot more.

His hand met her ass again. The muscles around him squeezed and let go with a fresh trickle of juice. Another slap. Another tickle from the walls sucking on his cock. She jumped, Davy let out a moan as her tongue flicked around his cock.

“Dew it again, Danny.” Davy cackled as he neared orgasm.

Danny did it again and delighted in it. The cracking sound splitting the air, the sting on his palm, the way she let out that little cry which kept getting a little louder each time his hand came down. Yeah, maybe there was something to this Power Trippin’ thing after all. Something primal and dark. His heart raced as he surged in and out of her. Davy’s eyes closed, his lips pulled back of his teeth and he started grunting. “Get it Davy,” Daniel encouraged. “Go on, get it.”

The guttural sound coming from Davy’s throat grew louder, his lips drew back further while his hips thrust harder and his hands drew her closer. No stopping now. Nothing was going to get in the way. Daniel watched his brother cum, he looked down at Calla between them, she didn’t seem adverse to the situation. She wasn’t crying, she wasn’t asking either of them to stop or to leave her alone. He couldn’t see any thoughts in her head which would lead him to believe that what they were doing—though possibly disgusting—wasn’t hurting her. No, if anything she was responding to them and the heat they generated. She wanted more. David’s hands on the sides of her head, he let out a howl and his hips stopped moving but her tongue continued working and her lips didn’t cease sucking as he dumped a hot load into her mouth. All Daniel saw were the whites of Davys’ eyes. Yeah, he’d been, he’d done that a thousand times of the years. Daniel knew exactly how good that felt. He slapped her one more time before Davy stopped coming, he smiled and laughed, his blue eyes opened and locked to Daniels. “Yur turn, Danny, git it.” Davy pulled away from it, grabbed the pillow from behind him and stuffed them under her torso while Danny nailed her from behind. “Down, gurl, now, down!” he ordered and pushed her body onto and over the stack of pillows, the fine firm ass stuck up high in the air while her shoulders leveled against the mattress. “Dun move, dun make me hurt yew. Stay still gurl.”

The arch of her back was exqusite. Watching the line of her body in the air that way was divine but no more so than the way it tilted her insides and he sunk even deeper into her. “Don’t move,” Daniel whispered while she tried to match his thrusts. “Do what he said, just stay still.” Daniel grabbed a handful of hair with one hand and moved his thumb to the waiting asshole with the other. Calla tried to push his hand away, Davy grabbed her arm and held it up behind her back.

“Yew let him dew wot he wants, den its my turn again. Be still gurl. Dun move again. Dun make me hurt yew.” The big blue dildo was near her head and David picked it up, he made sure she saw it before he ran it over her bare shoulders. “Yew want dis Danny?”

“Not yet. Gimmie that bottle of oil.” Daniel said without ceasing his stroke.

Davy snickered, opened the bottle and drizzled the contents over her butt cheeks. Daniel popped his thumb into the newly greased hole, Calla out let a small cry of protest and tried to jump away. His free hand slapped his ass again and David held her in place.

Yeah, Daniel found he could get off on this. It made him sick but it didn’t make him stop. Sharing her. Pumping her like this, it could bring him great waves of satisfaction. Kanan knew that. Eros knew. Hartley knew but couldn’t get to it. Poor fucker. Ares knows it. Maybe she was a whore. Maybe she was made for this. “C’mon, Danny, let’s split her.”

“Get the pillows out of the way.”

David pushed her up off the pillows and she gave out a very loud cry as her back curved and she opened wider for Danny. He grabbed the pillows and watched his brother, without sliding out of her, turned her over in one very expert move. Now she was on top of Daniel. “C’mon, Davy, fuck her ass.”

At his words Calla tried to sit up but Daniel’s arm, the one over her shoulder and grabbing her right butt cheek tightened down in a viscous clamp. Calla was trapped. “No,” she whispered in his ear. “Please.” Calla tried valiantly to get up but Daniel was too strong and soon David’s hands were on her back and she felt the hardness of him behind her. “Don’t.”

Daniel pushed her hair away from her ear so that she’d hear him clearly. He looked up at his brother. “Do it David.” Calla drew in a deep breath and tightened, inside and out, against him.

Eye to eye and face to face, he slid into her ass. At first Calla cried. The arms that were fighting against him suddenly lost their strength and her body relaxed after David was fully inside her. Until then she begged his help while her tears kissed his shoulder and his cock just grew harder. Eye to eye and face to face the brothers separated only by the thinnest of membranes inside of her found a rhythm which satisfied them both.

“I’m sorry,” she gasped as they took her. “Please, I’m sorry.”

“You’re damn right you are.” Daniel said coldly. “Now tell me what you’re sorry for, huh? What?”

Calla didn’t understand. Kanan had never wanted anything beyond the apology. Sometimes it satisfied him and sometimes it did not. Sometimes she had done something wrong and sometimes she had not. What was she sorry for? “Andy,” she groaned. “I’m sorry.”

”Yeah,” David mocked from behind her. “I bet yew sorry fer that one.” He jammed himself inside her in a harsh motion. “What else?”

Calla’s mind raced with a thousand possibilities. What did she have to apologize for? To make up for? “Ares.” One arm was pinned down by Daniel but the other was free and she tried to push David away from her. “Stop.”

“No.” David held her hand against the mattress in a harsh grip. “Yew want him? At it, gurl, yew wanna fuck yer own Daddie?”

Unable to find the right answer she did not give them an answer at all. Her silence enraged them. “Answer him!” Daniel ordered.

“No.” Suddenly David jerked her head upward from behind and she was staring into Daniel’s eyes.

“Liar.” Daniel whispered. “You do want Ares.”

“No.” Calla said again. “Please stop this. Daniel, I love you, don’t do this.”

Thrusting from below her and watching the fear in her eyes, Daniel saw something else enter the scene; Davy’s hand. From behind her he wrapped it around her throat and started to squeeze. Just like when he slapped her, the muscles in her cunt and now those in her ass also constricted and sucked on their pulsing cocks. The rhythm they made increased from a fast waltz to a samba. No turning back. No stopping now.

In a steadily increasing beat two sets of hands thrust and pulled her up and down on two excruciatingly hard cocks. Both of them were harder than steel and just getting harder. Surely they couldn’t hold out forever. Soon they would cum and this would be over…at least for a little while. “Stop,” Calla begged again. “I’ll do whatever you want. Puh-lease, you’re…t-ta-too hard… puh-lease.”

Her pleadings had the opposite effect of that which she sought. Daniel and David’s passions, their desires were heightened by her voice, the shutterings her body gave out and the control it bespoke of. “You know what I want?” Daniel asked her. “I want you to cum with us. Do it, Calla, do it now.”

“No,” she croaked.

“Yes.” Daniel demanded. “Now!” He slapped her flank hard.

Oh God that felt good! David’s hand tightened around her throat. “It ain’t yer fault, Callie,” he whispered from behind. “Nah, it ain’t yer fault, li’l darlin’.” His free hand roamed across her breasts.

Gazing down at her husband Calla started to cry. Her emerald eyes welled up with tears and they spilled down her cheeks. “It’s all right, honey,” Daniel said with an easy smile. “Go on, let go. Stop fighting. It’s not your fault.”

David’s hand tightened a little more and her hands went to it in a weak attempt to pull it away from her throat.

Crack!

“I’m sorry. I’m s-ss-rry..”

The heated pagan rhythm their hips made as they thrust in and out of her grew to an uncontrollable crescendo as she came. David exploded next and then Daniel. Like a grand finale at a fireworks show. Their spunk pumped and pulsed inside her until they were all breathless and spent.

Daniel and David Jackson shared her like that and in many other ways throughout the night. They didn’t stop soon she was begging them not to. Calla was so far into it she couldn’t get out anymore. Just like Ares said, she was a slut. She thrived on sexual energy, having two Daniel’s was more than she could have ever asked for. The energy they filled her with and that she gave back to them, one big circuit, never ending just going around and around, hotter and harder each time it went.

Daniel behind her, soaking, sinking deep in the ass David widened for him, Calla on her knees between them, David deep in her pussy. Calla’s arms were wrapped around David’s neck, she was holding on to him, kissing him. Her body gyrating between them she moaned and groaned while she ground her hips down on both of them. David’s hands were all over her, Daniel watched his brother explore every inch of his wife’s body and soon he grew angry. The incredible feel of David’s cock just on the other side of that slick thin membrane driving him wild. Daniel wanted to know how it felt from the other side, so he reached around and pressed his hands against the area where a triangle patch of hair should be but never was. At first he felt Davy’s cock from both angles from behind and in front, like she had three cocks in her. It was tantalizing, and his own shaft responded in kind. Soon his finger tips were applying more pressure. He told himself he just wanted to feel it better, experience it deeper while his cock pulsed in and out of her ass but that wasn’t true. She cringed between them. She stopped kissing Davy and whimpered in his arms, her head buried against his chest. Once again she began begging Daniel to stop.

Years ago he’d watched a man Davy brought home do this to her. Daniel watched both in his body and as the digital file rolled. Back then it made her bleed. He knew it hurt but she whimpered so sweetly that the tone only heightened the moment and the heat. Two men, twins, with one woman they could bend any way they wanted to. She was so fucking willing. A whore. True blue whore just like Ares said. She was made for this there was no denying that, no not any longer. It seemed too obvious that every man she came cross should feel this heat but they wouldn’t and that made both Daniel and David feel superior. It was wrong to deny this delectable pleasure to their fellow man but they would, they would keep her only to themselves and not let others indulge. She was just for them. For them to fuck, to twist, to bend to use. He should have done this sooner instead of railing against it. The fingers pressing against her tender skin and the womb which lost a baby only days ago pushed harder.

“No,” she called out. Calla’s teeth sunk into David’s chest.

“Aw!” He cried out and pushed her away. Before he could stop himself David slapped her across the face. Her neck snapped back, her head collided with Daniels’. Something in Danny’s eyes burst into flames. Suddenly he was pulling them all to the edge of the bed. Davy followed, he pushed her forward with his hips while Danny dragged her backward until Daniel slid off the edge.

“No!” Calla called out in an unsteady voice. “Don’t stand. Master Daniel, please,” she begged through a throat which wanted to betray her. “please do not stand.”

Lost in the heat and rapture Daniel didn’t care about her pleas. His feet planted firmly on the floor, his throbbing cock buried deep in her ass, David on the bed on his knees with her between them and Daniel pushed into her like it was his last day on Earth. “Take it.” He muttered in her ear. “I’m your Master. Not him. I am.” A terrible hard thrust followed that sentiment. “Do you understand?” Daniel asked. He couldn’t see her face but he gazed into Davy’s eyes. “Not you.” Daniel repeated.

In this moment David didn’t care who proclaimed himself the Master, it was good just to be all up in her sweet little pussy after having been in her ass and down her throat. Tonight David got to enjoy his own trip Around the World with her. If Danny wanted to play Master that was fine wit him. Now that Danny had a taste for it, David knew he’d be invited back soon enough. Big Blue was on the mattress as his knees, Davy slid out of her replacing his cock with the dildo for a moment. When it was good and wet, he slid back into her. Maybe Danny was the Master but he could dole out his own version of Power and Control. I-tell-yew-wot…no other man better ever think about touching her, not even coming within spiting distance of her. They’d kill him just for thinking that he could have her.

Three cocks in two holes and she was completely dominated by them. Calla gave up the fight for the last time and surrendered to being their whore, their sex slave and to doing whatever the brothers wanted.

Opening his eyes and expecting to see Davy staring back at him, instead, Daniel was met by a pair of smoldering onyx orbs.

“Oh shit!” Daniel sat up in bed, his heart racing and his body covered in sweat. Worse than that, the sheets below his waist were soaked with his own cum. He was alone in the bed in the guest room. It was just a dream. That’s all. Just a dream. Throwing the covers aside he reached down for his shirt and cleaned the jizz off his body. His cock was still hard, it was pulsing and tender. He really wanted to find a place to put it. Jesus H. Christ! He hadn’t had a wet dream since he was a teenager and the fact that he’s had one now and one so vivid and crude made him feel ashamed. Naked and on shaking legs he stumbled out of the guest room to find Brigid asleep in Lilly’s crib.

That part hadn’t been a dream.

Daniel stumbled down the hall to his bedroom to find the door closed. There were low muffled sounds coming from the other side. Calla must be having a nightmare as well. Turning the knob he opened it.

Calla was riding high in the saddle with David below her. Those firm round hips sliding back and forth on him, the look on her face telling him that she was enjoying every last inch of it.

“C’mon Danny, come git yew some.” Davy invited.

End
Dancin' With the Devil
by
Moon Mistress

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