Jokes on them, I never had marbles to begin with.
I rush to the cabinets and flick the doors open. I know I stocked up on collection jars. Never know when you need a sample. Grabbing the jar, I twist off the top as I head back towards them.
I crouch down and hold the plastic container just below her hole. “Okay, you can move your hand. Just be sure to let what’s pooled on it drip in as well.”
Alpha glances at C before shrugging and tilting his hand. Our mixture of spunk gushes out of her entrance and into the cup. I lick my lips as the possibilities fill my head.
Tarts?
Cream puffs?
Milkshakes?
Butter?
Mmm, cum butter.
The list of sweet treats is endless. I scrape the side of the collection cup up her thigh and over Alpha's hand. Standing up, I screw the lid on and look at my brother's confused faces. “What? I'm gonna use it in my cooking.”
They blink at me with their blank stares before C shakes his head.Charlie steps closer andchecks the welts on her back. “Didn’t break the skin. She’ll be bruised but fine.”
I scoop my arm behind her knees and lift her bridal style. “I’ll drop her on the cot. Who’s on dinner duty? I’m fucking starving. Fucking always makes me hungry.”
Alpha rolls his eyes with a groan. “You’re always hungry. It’s my turn to cook. I’ll set a plate aside for her. Wipe her down and pop a mint in her mouth. It’s rancid.”
He strolls towards the door like he didn’t just fuck this bitch unconscious. Charlie tucks a piece of Red’s knotted hair behind her ear. “Why don’t we deck her out in the kitty gear? I think her ass is feeling a little neglected.”
My lips pull up in a grin. “Fuck yes, you grab the stuff. I’ll go get her wiped downand then put this away.” I hold up my plastic cup of cum with a smile.
Chapter 27
Everythingfucking hurts, my head is pounding and my body feels like a train has run me over.
Technically, the brothers ran a train on you.
A groan leaves me as I raise a hand to smack myself in the head to shut up my stupid thoughts, but there’s something on it.
My eyes fly open, and I pull my hand in front of my face. It takes a minute to figure out what the fuck it is, and I fling my other hand up.
Attached to my hands are a set of weird glove mitt things. There areno fingers, and it reminds me of an animal paw. A small lock keeps them secured to my wrists.
I jolt up and immediately regret it as something gets shoved deeper into my ass. I scream and roll to my side. “What the fuc..?”
I crane my head back to see a furry tail-that matches my red hair-sticking out of my body. My asshole clenches, and I moan from the plug that’s lodged in there. Around my hips is a weird belt, and when I attempt to force the plug out, the harness holds it in place.
“Those god damned bastards!” I shout, hoping they are watching me on the camera so they know I’m pissed off. “I’m not a fucking cat, you pieces of shit!”
Carefully, I roll onto my stomach. My ankle chain clanks as I push myself up to my hands and knees. A jingling fills the room, and I swing my head around to figure out what it is. I’m back in my room and there’s nothing in here besides my cot. Even my bucket is missing, but the bathroom door is left open a crack.
I shift to get off the cot, hear the little jingle ring out again, and I freeze. Something shifts around my neck, and I bend my head to see what the fuck it is. I reach my mitten hand up and feel a collar around my neck. On the ring is a bell.
“You got to be fucking kidding me!” I scream and spin on my heels until I’m facing one camera.
“Did you get me a pretty tag too? Oh, oh, let me guess, you put your names and numbers on it in case I get lost.” My toes dig into the dirt that makes up my floor, and I kick a pile towards the door.
I huff and stomp my way towards the bathroom, using my foot to kick the door open so I can slip in. It’s a pain in the ass-literally-to sit down to pee, and I end up hovering over the steel toilet seat.
Piss splashes up from the force of my stream hitting the water at a distance, and I curse under my breath.
