Cassie gasped when he pulled away, her body stone still, like she was in some kind of shock at the strange turn of events.
“Hmmm… yummy.” Vigo sliced his palm and reached for her. She tried turning her head, but that just made it easier for Vigo to mark her left cheek with his blood. “Back soon, love.”
Jagger tossed the ball gag back to Vigo and let his eyes roam Cassie’s body, taking his time as he approached. When he reached her, he tucked a piece of hair behind her ear, then traced her lips with his finger.
“Don’t be scared, mouse. You’re going to like what we do to you.”
He slashed his palm with his knife and painted her forehead with his blood. She must have been used to it by now, because she didn’t make a peep.
That was the thing about humans: we could adapt to anything. It was a superpower really, one most people didn’t even know they had.
It was also a fucking albatross, because it meant nothing was new for long. For Jagger, Vigo, and me, it meant pushing the envelope a little further every day, looking for the thrill of something new, the adrenaline rush that came with discomfort.
Jagger reached into his pocket for our collar and lifted it to her neck.
She tried to jerk back but the tunnel wall kept her trapped. “What… what are you doing?”
Jagger slipped the silver collar onto her neck and locked it into place. “Claiming you. You’re our little mouse now.”
He stepped away, and I reached into the pocket of my jeans for the long gold chain I’d been carrying around. It was surprisingly delicate, like a fine piece of jewelry, a loop on one end, three clamps on the others.
I caught the scent of her — something comforting that made me think of steamed milk and vanilla — as I leaned in to lower the loop over her head. My dick was so hard it ached, something that was unusual for the Hunt.
Because the thing is, I’d gotten used to the Hunt too. It was fun, exciting even. But there were only so many things that could happen: the girls either fought us or they didn’t, and in the end, they always liked what we did to them.
Cassie was scared, but I sensed something else in her too.
She was excited.
She was also vulnerable. I felt it the way I felt the vulnerability of a bird with a broken wing, one that tried to hide its injury, that tried to keep the other birds away for fear of showing its weakness.
Cassie looked down at the chain hanging from her neck, the clamps dangling from the loop. “What is this?”
“Patience, mouse.” I removed my knife from its sheath and tucked the tip of the blade into her white bra.
Her chest rose with fast and shallow breaths as I sliced through the fabric at the center of her bra.
It fell away, revealing full, milky tits with pale pink nipples.
Vigo rubbed his hands together like a kid about to stuff his face into a whole birthday cake. “Fuck yes.”
She inhaled sharply when I cupped her tits in my hands.
“We’re going to have fun playing with these.” I let go to reach for one of the three dangling chains, then attached the clamp at one end to one of her nipples.
She gasped.
“Feels good, doesn’t it?” I reached for the second short chain and clamped it to her other nipple. “Wait until we give them a tug while we bury our cocks inside you.”
I knelt at her feet and yanked her underwear down, then lifted her slender feet to toss aside the scrap of lace. And then she was bare in front of me, her sweet little cunt covered with a fine layer of copper hair.
I reached for the last dangling chain. But I wasn’t ready to clamp it onto her clit just yet.
Not until I tasted her.
Because the smell of her cunt, just inches from my face, went straight to my cock.
I reached up to run my fingers through her folds and a strangled moan emerged from her mouth.
