“That’s it,” I encourage, my voice steadydespite the exertion. “Let go, Puppet. Show us how much you love being filled by both of us.”
Her eyes roll back, lids fluttering as the unwanted orgasm crashes through her. The contractions of her body push me toward my own release, my movements becoming more erratic as I chase it.
“Mark her,” I command. “Make sure she remembers who owns her now.”
He follows my lead and shoots his cum all into her raw asshole. I can feel his warmth drip onto my cock, and I thrust one more time into her to combine all of our juices.
Her body continues to spasm between us, so when we finally lower her to the floor, she collapses, unable to support her own weight.
“Beautiful,” I whisper, crouching beside her. “You were perfect.”
My accomplice kneels on her other side, his hand gentle as he strokes her hair back from her face. The tenderness of the gesture is a stark contrast to the brutality of moments before.
Slow tears fall from her eyes as I lean in close enough that my lips could brush her ear if the mask weren’t on. “There, there. You’ve been such a good little toy for us.”
From beside me, my partner chuckles. “Time to power down our plaything for a bit.”
The needle slides into her neck, and I watch her eyes cloud over as the sedative floods her system.
My associate remains silent as he lifts her from the ground and into his arms cradle-style.
Her skin is pale from blood loss and bruised and raw from the trauma.
I turn away to collect everything before we leave, but a grip on my forearm stops me in place.
My gaze shifts down to Puppet who is currently slipping in and out of consciousness.
“Who… are…” she breathes, the rest dissolving before it can form.
I watch her as she struggles to stay present.
Then, slowly, I reach up.
My fingers hook under the edge of the mask..
17
Elias
I adjust my hard hat, wiping the sweat from my brow as I look over the foundation plans spread across the makeshift plywood table. The July sun beats down relentlessly, not mixing well with the humid air.
“These support beams need to be reinforced here and here,” I say, pointing to the blueprint. “The soil composition in this area won’t hold otherwise.”
Derek, the foreman, leans in, brows furrowed. “That’s gonna add at least two days to this project and we’re already a week behind.”
“Better two days now than a structural failure later,” I reply. “I’m sure your boss would agree.”
My phone vibrates against my hip, cutting off our work conversation.
I pull it out and glance at the screen.
“Excuse me,” I say, stepping away from the table and toward a quieter area of the site.
I answer the call, pressing the phone to my ear. “Hello?”
My mother responds, her voice carrying that familiar, gleeful edge.“Elias, how’s the J. James office space coming along? Are you still in town?”
I let out a breath, then reply, “It’s slightly behind schedule. But I’d take that over it collapsing in a few months.”
