“Jake, be a dear and shove this in her mouth,” Madam Clara says, handing him a leather gag.
She left the room at some point, and I didn’t even fucking notice until I heard her speak. I’m definitely still spacing out.
The gag is long and cylindrical, and meant to keep the mouth open. The Hug Project used to use this in their back rooms, and I can still taste the leather as I gag at the memory.
“No one wants to lose their dick when they shove it into her mouth,” she adds sweetly.
Losing the fight with my gag reflex, I puke violently on myself as the full horror of what’s about to happen hits me. I can’t do this. Holy fuck.
The quiet hum I didn’t notice was part of the cage shuts off before a stream of water hits me in the face. Screaming at the chill, I drop back against the bars of the cage as the vomit is washed away into a drain behind me.
“I wonder if there will be more of that. I swear, you never had a weak stomach before. You’ve gotten weak in my absence,” Clara complains, studying her nails as the hose is put away. “I hope this isn’t going to be a common theme for you. God forbid you’re pregnant or something.”
I swear, I almost vomit again at the thought. Sucking in a breath of air, I shake my head in denial. I can’t be. I’ve only been with my alphas for three weeks at best, and I recently had my heat.
No. I’m not pregnant. I’mnot.
“Well, hurry up, Jake,” Avery groans, still using Bell as her chair. “I want to have fun! You’re such a slowpoke.”
Jake glances nervously at me, the wheels beginning to turn in his head as he thinks. It’s too late for him to get cold feet, right?
We’re already here, regardless of the state of my uterus.
Cassidy glares at Jake as he comes closer, and he looks like he’s concerned she could kill him just with her glare. If it was possible for her to do this, he’d already be dead.
As he grabs her hair and shoves her head back, she thrashes and seals her lips shut.
“Goddamnit, I am so tired of your bullshit!” he growls, showing his true colors as he backhands her.
“Bellamy, Winter…close your eyes!” she screams, her alpha bark so strong that my eyelids shut at her words immediately.
“Wait. No! You can’t do that. Open your eyes!” Madam Clara yells, her own bark on display.
It does nothing, and I can’t force my eyes to open no matter what I do.
Cassidy’s screams become muffled as Jake curses and the gag is pushed into her mouth. I can only imagine that that’s what is happening due to her gagging.
The rest of my senses become more focused as I strain my ears. I hate myself for needing to bear witness to Cassidy’s mistreatment, but I also silently thank her for blinding me as the first zipper being pulled down hits my ears.
Flinching, I feel my breaths become more rapid, and Avery cheers as she claps her hands.
“Clara, I guess you’re not the baddest bitch in the room, are you?” she giggles. “Stick your dick in her! Cunt or ass? Dealer’s choice!”
“If they can’t see her, they may as well hear her scream,” Clara grumbles.
Cassidy remains silent as the man forces himself inside of her, ruining everything they’re trying to accomplish. Still, I can hear skin hit skin, and the soft whimpers of pain that release when she can’t hold back.
I’m sobbing as I wrap my arms around myself, though I don’t deserve comfort. No one does when Cass is hurting.
It’s when the gagging begins that I gasp for breath, not needing Avery to tell me that someone is fucking Cassidy’s mouth.
“Damn, the girl can swallow cock like a pro!” she laughs.
Bellamy growls and I hear him move and buck his body.
“Yeehaw! Are you flirting, little man?”
“Get off me!” he yells.
