As soon as the young men entered the room with a tray of covered food, Lord Adler walked over to me and uncovered the tray. “You may eat.”
There was white rice, sweetened carrots, and some sort of grilled meat. I cut it, wanting some energy from the food after such a long day. I wanted to ask him why he was still standing there, lurking, but I’d gotten myself in enough trouble, so I ate while ignoring him.
I was halfway through the meal when he smiled, lowering himself so his lips were near my ear, and then asked, “How does your friend taste?”
I stared at the food, trying to ignore what he’d said, to act nonchalant, but I knew he wasn’t lying. I could taste the difference, the unfamiliarity of the meat. Regret and disgust overwhelmed me. I remembered how Summer had told me about her baby. Then I remembered the sadness and fear in her eyes—Alma. I couldn’t hide how disgusted I was, and he enjoyed every second of it, laughing his ass off.
When I looked around, the world was shaking. It was as if I were riding in a rollercoaster, things moving too fast, swerving, their faces close one second and far the next, always laughing like scary clowns. The laughter was too loud and came from everywhere. My stomach cramped, and it all came back up my throat and landed on the tray. Once I began, I couldn’t stop; after I vomited all the food, water was still coming back up, even through my nose.
“Help her get cleaned up,” he commanded the guards, who raised me from the chair and took me through a door to my right into a bathroom. I walked to the sink right away to rinsemy mouth, then showered the best I could without wetting my wounds.
All that was left on the desk was a closed bottle of chilled water. I drank it. My esophagus burned from the acid while my stomach cramped on emptiness. I was hungry but too disgusted to eat anything.
While they finished eating and drank some more, I just sat there in silence. They ignored me. Like the predators they were, they turned their attention to me almost all at the same time and gawked at me without emotion.
Classical music played as the man who’d been leering at me all along, the asshole who was most anxious to hurt me, walked over to me. “Are you ready?”
“Yes, sir.” He turned my chair so I’d face him, then took a bottle of pills from his pocket, placed them in the cup of water I’d been drinking from, and mixed it. From his other pocket, he took out a needless syringe. “Stand up and bend over this side of the desk.”
I hesitated, staring at how the pills quickly dissolved in the water, then looked into his eyes and obeyed him. “Open your ass cheeks.” I laid my cheek on the desk while looking outside as I felt the syringe bump against my hole and then slip in. The sensation had me trying to run away. After he pushed it in deep, the liquid wet my insides. I felt the pressure, the filling, and cold temperature as he injected more and more into me.
“Stay there,” he commanded after all the liquid had been emptied into me. His palm caressed my back and even massaged my shoulder. I couldn’t tell how much time had passed, but I got sleepy and dizzy, and the feel of his palm touching me was as sweet as heaven. Heat concentrated on my pussy accompanied by an ache. I sighed, and my eyes fluttered closed, enjoying the feel of his hand massaging my back. I wanted more. He tookout the syringe, lifted and turned me to face him. My reactions lagged with the dizzying sensation.
There was no way for me to know if what I was feeling was from panic or the drugs. The rest of my body heated even more, the warmth becoming exasperating. I needed his arm for support and guidance. The seconds fused into each other. When I tried to hold my head, my arm became too heavy and fell. My nipples stiffened, and my insides throbbed and dampened. This was a craving I had only felt for Sir, and I couldn’t believe I was feeling it for these men. I didn’t want to, but my body was no longer mine to control.
Although I felt arms picking me up, my limbs dangled. I could hear everything, feel everything, but I couldn’t control my movement or talk clearly.
“Ahh, yes, give her to me.” It was the older man’s voice. I was placed on top of his naked, greasy body, with my legs straddling him, my cheek on his shoulder, and my arms hanging over his. His chest hair scratched against my breasts. An oily smell entered my nostrils. With one arm, he held me in place, and then I whimpered when his dick slid into me.
He groaned as his head fell back. “Fuuucccck! She’s too good.” He thrust into me, but his dick was too small and thin to hurt me, it hardly relieved the aching. I needed more. He readjusted himself, almost lying down. His dick penetrated a little more of me but not enough.
“That’s it, you little slut, fuck me.” Only after he spit the words through his teeth and groaned did I realize I was swinging my hips, chasing the peak, needing to come. I couldn’t stop myself.
“More … More …” I whispered.
“Oh, yes, baby, I’ll give you more.”
Nothing else mattered in the world except the high I needed. I wanted that blankness in my mind, to escape the terribledisgusting world I was stuck in. Maybe if I fucked him harder, he’d reward me, keep the others from touching me, like Sir had. I moved faster, harder. I had to do it. There was no other choice.
When the blankness came, there was a flash of lightning, then there was nothing. Somehow, although my eyes had not closed, I lost time. When I became aware again, I found him fucking me from beneath while I stared out the window. My back was against his stomach. The room had darkened more as its only source of light, the sunset, had gotten masked by the extreme blizzard outside. It was beautiful.
Then it happened again.How long had I been here?Candles lit the room in dim orange light now, and the night had taken over the view outside, only allowing me to see the shadows of pine trees.
I awoke again with my heart racing, my back limp on his torso and his dick snug and immovable inside my ass. Despite its small size, I felt the burn his dick must have caused from him pushing in without lubrication. My walls were torn. The dry pain and the throbbing of my clit ruled me.
Four hands were holding my legs apart while lips sucked at my clit. He readjusted my head so it wouldn’t be falling to the side, and then I saw the others jerking off to the scene. They were all naked, their dicks stiff, waiting their turn, surrounding me. Frequent, loud moans of pleasure filled the room, then I realized they were all mine. My insides contracted at the delicious stimulation of my labia and clit.
“Mmm. Yes, keep doing that, she’s getting tight now.” We both started panting, needing more. I was drenched, throbbing and aching everywhere the tongue wasn’t touching, needing it to push and flick harder. One of the men climbed onto the sofa, lifted me by my hair, and opened my mouth. His cum landed on my tongue, sometimes wetting my lips, chin, and cheek. I felt nauseous, dirty.
How could I be enjoying any of this? My wish for Sir to be there, to save me, to keep me safe sent me sobbing. He had been the source of so much of my pain, yet I missed him so much it was killing me. Then I remembered that dream I’d had before. The group of disgusting naked men around me waiting for me while I screeched and one kept hurting me, and Killian screaming in a cage. They tore all of me apart. They killed me. The memory of it quickened my heart. My body convulsed, and not in good way. All the bile inside me spilled out, there were flashes of light.
It was okay. It was getting better, right? My body quaked, tensing more and more. “Fuck! I told you not to give her that fucking drug!”
“Says the man who enjoyed every fucking second of her.”
“Should we call a medic? I paid a lot of money for this shit.”
A thumb and forefinger squeezed my wrist. Another male voice spoke. “Give her a minute. She’s just having a seizure.” Fingers raked into my hair, pushing it back. The sensation was so comforting.Sir used to do that to me. He’d do it to help me. I know he did.I didn’t want to doubt it, but that’s all I felt while trying to convince myself.
