His eyes widen slightly; there’s still enough awareness there to understand the implication of my words.
“That’s what we’re going to do tonight,” I continue, standing up straight again. “We’re going to remake her. And you’re going to help us.”
I turn back toward Puppet and my partner. He’s arranged her on her ass with her legs wide open on top of the metal table. Blood and other fluids trail down her inner thighs, leaking on the platform beneath her.
“Bring him closer,” I instruct my partner,gesturing toward Garrett. “I want them face to face for this next part.”
He seizes the back of Garrett’s chair, dragging him closer to Puppet. His body slumps forward, barely conscious, but I need him awake for this. Slapping his face hard, I watch his eyes flutter open, confusion swimming in their depths. “Time for your final meal.”
My partner laughs, that high-pitched giggle that echoes through the room as he positions himself behind her. He holds Puppet upright on the table, her body trembling as she leans back against him. Our combined fluids leak from her, glistening on her thighs in the low light.
Pulling my knife from its sheath, I cut his hands loose from the restraints, but keep his ankles tied to the chair.
“Look at her,” I say, gripping his chin and forcing his head up. “Look at what you’ve lost.”
Puppet’s eyes meet his, and I see the moment where understanding passes between them.
A final, broken connection.
“Please,” she whispers.
“Quiet, Puppet.” I pinch one of her bleedingnipples, making her gasp. “You don’t get to decide anything.”
I push him forward until his face is level with her spread thighs. My partner walks behind her and shifts her body, angling her hips toward the edge.
“Here’s what’s going to happen,” I explain, crouching beside Garrett. “You’re going to taste her. I want you to taste every drop of what we’ve left inside.”
Garrett tries to turn away, but I grab his hair, pulling his head back.
“You’ll start with her pussy,” I instruct, “and then move to her ass. You’ll clean her thoroughly with your tongue until she cums again.”
“I can’t,” he croaks. “Please!”
My accomplice shifts behind Puppet, reaching around to spread her folds, exposing everything to Garrett’s view. Our combined release seeps from her, thick and white against her reddened skin.
“You will,” I say simply. “Or I can just force you to watch as I remove each of her fingers, one joint at a time.”
Her sob cuts through the room, but I ignore it.
I forcehis head forward until his lips are inches from her center.
He resists for a moment longer before his shoulders slump in defeat. His tongue extends, tentatively at first, then with more pressure as I hold his head in place. I feel the shudder that runs through him as he makes contact, tasting the mixture of fluids that coat her.
Puppet’s head falls back against my partner’s shoulder, her eyes squeezed shut. I can see she’s trying to disconnect again, to retreat into herself. But her body betrays her once more as Garrett’s tongue works against her sensitive flesh.
“That’s it,” I encourage, watching closely as he licks and sucks at her. “Every single fucking drop.”
My partner’s breathing quickens behind her. He’s enjoying this perhaps more than I am, his hands roaming over her body, pinching her nipples, adding to the conflicting sensations.
“Now lower,” I command, pushing Garrett’s head down slightly. “Clean whatheleft in her ass.”
He gags but complies, his tongue moving to the puckered opening where my partner’s seedstill leaks. Puppet’s thighs tremble as he presses his tongue into her hole.
“Good boy,” I murmur, stroking Garrett’s hair like he’s a pet performing a trick.
Her hips are now moving slightly against Garrett’s face, seeking more. The shame radiating from her is perfection.
I stand, moving behind Garrett to watch from a better angle. My partner catches my eye over Puppet’s shoulder, his hand sliding down to circle her clit as Garrett continues to work beneath her.
