I slump, my head drooping forward.Breathe, breathe…
It’s the third time, I think. My mind is fuzzed out.
The web is still twitching. My breathing is ruinously labored, and I drooled on the floor. I can see the moisture.
Wait, that’s his come. I’m dripping that too.
And there was the cane. The bites.
I drag in a few more breaths, close my eyes to register what he’s done. Between my legs aches from a combination of being fucked by that spear-taped dildo and his dick.
The sting on my rear from the strikes of the cane remains,but the bruises from the bites Kail tracked down my breasts and then across my caned ass, those have left me awestruck. Those are love bites, and I know I’m red there because he loves to gloat.
Surely, that’s enough to satisfy the others? I raise my head, hoping he will think this too.
“Damn. You’re a work of art like this.” Naked, he stalks about like some scarred god, and he carries that spear, has picked it up again. His erection has resurrected, and the scar circumnavigating the base fascinates me. Frankenstructs have far too much stamina.
“Keep going!” Someone yells from behind. It might be Dawid, who migrated somewhere else after he jerked off and came, splattering the table, much to Zedder’s disgust.
“One more,” Kail mutters as he goes beneath the web. The sounds of his feet are slight but his arm wraps about me at hip level, and I feel the probe of the dildo between my ass cheeks.
“No. No,” I say softly, wriggling as he worms the tip into me, pushing, withdrawing, worming it further.
“Shhh,” he whispers. “Speak again and remember there will be punishment.” He starts to stimulate my poor abused clit. It, too, resurrects, if slowly. Excitement ebbs and flows, and he pushes in the spear, impaling me some more. That fucking thing is longer than most cocks.
I bite back a curse and feel myself give way, the dildo cruising in then halting, then advancing, despite my body’s stubborn clenching. His arm leaves me. There’s the sound of duct tape being torn then taped to the ropes and my asshole clenches again around the large sex toy. He’s taped the short spear to the web, and its butt trails between my spread legs, scraping on the floor when I stretch out my toes.
“There. Now you’re ready. One more fuck.”
He ducks under the web, takes hold of my hips, and his cock sneaks inside me while he stares rocklike into my eyes, then a wild expression hits him. Frown lines crease his forehead.
“You spoke, before.” I did? “Noises, screams, can be a dead giveaway. Bad,badgirl.”
He reaches up and unwinds some duct tape from the rope above then holds my jaw, shoving my head high, while he sticks it across my mouth. He smooths it down then…
He snarls, his mouth twisting, and I’m beginning to be afraid, until his face slackens.
“What the fuck, man.” He turns away, arm swiping across his mouth, then turns back to look at me.
Gently, he removes the tape on my mouth and drops to his knees to hug me about the hips.
“We are done!” he shouts. “Done. The agreement conditions, yours, were fulfilled. I marked her and made her come for you.”
Shakily, he stands, removes the dildo from me, and starts to release me from the cuffs and the web.
“You can speak now,” he says, his words and jaw tight with what might be anger. Why though? Why is he angry?
38
A BRANDED CHERRY ON TOP
Dawid steps back to admire the view.
After that incredible fucking display upstairs, doing this will make the night the most awesome night ever. That scarred dude excelled himself—came three times inside the girl and left her half-dead, dripping, and shaking.
This one, though…she’s been waiting for him, stripped naked, tied to the cross, and gagged by Zedder’s man. The perfect victim.
Unsullied so far, tonight, were Zedder’s words.
