“What are your plans for the sewage?” I ask her, watching in awe as Shi manages to get the dildo all the way inside of her. “Damn. No one can call you a quitter!”
“I ruined her sphincter, so she didn’t have much choice,” Shiloh says with a shrug.
“I want to shove the pipe into her mouth and force her to swallow shit,” Cassidy chimes in.
“May want to cut her tongue out then,” I suggest. “Then she can’t attempt to fight it.”
“Also keeps the screaming down,” Lyle adds.
That’s also a good point. Working together, we pull her off the metal hook, rip off the duct tape holding in her gag, and pull that out.
“Please, kill me,” Clara rasps, her eyes red and raw.
“Why, when you never showed me and mine any mercy?” Abbot asks, his now gloved hands grabbing her tongue.
She bucks and screams despite me holding her still tied hands over her head. There’s nowhere to run or hide, and Abbott almost crushes Clara’s jaw as he forces her to open her mouth.
Shiloh changes out his gloves and pulls out her tongue, digging his knife into her mouth to cut it out. Shi is careful not to let Winter see her tongue as he tosses it into the garbage, while Lyle and Easton fiddle with the pump.
They’re using a shop vac to pull the sewage up, and it looks like they’re going to shove the pipe into her mouth once they’re done. Once it gets going, it’ll flow like sludge into her mouth.
It’s going to be so gross.
I make sure to grab the masks for Cassidy and Winter, pressing my lips to Winter’s ear as I fix her mask for her.
“You may not want to look for this one, Princess,” I suggest. “You’re a little badass, but this is going to be rough. I’ll make sure Winchell and Clara are flambéd like overdone marshmallows, okay?”
Winter goes very pale at the thought, and I shake my head as I scoop her into my arms, walking her out of the room.
Silas follows us out with a chair, looking worried.
“This part might be a little too much,” I explain, sitting her in the chair. “I’ll stay with her out in the hallway.”
“Winter,” Silas says gently as he squats in front of her. “Are you hiding that you’re pregnant?”
Winter pulls off the mask because it’s impossible to talk in the thing, and makes a face.
“Is it that obvious?” she asks.
They’re careful to keep their voices down, and I glance into the room to make sure no one is paying attention to us. Cassidy has her mask on and seems fine so far. Hopefully the morning sickness doesn’t hit her as hard.
“A little,” Silas says, chuckling. “Is there a reason why you’re not telling anyone?”
“It’s really new,” Winter explains. “A part of me doesn’t want to say anything until I’ve heard a heartbeat. I’m excited about this, but it’s been a rough couple of weeks.”
“That’s fair,” Silas says with a nod. “I won’t say anything, but there will be people who notice. Also, congratulations, Winter.”
Her smile is bright as she smiles at him. “Thanks!”
Silas disappears back into the room, and I bend down to kiss her forehead.
“How was that?” I ask.
“Not bad at all,” she giggles.
“Fire in the hole!” Silas yells, making me grab the mask and fit it over her face.
“I’m not taking any chances,” I explain. As the rancid smell hits me, I grimace. “It’s exactly as bad as I thought it would be too.”
