Page 153 of Plug and Drain

The King. She was being forced by the King. And it was too late to run.

Susie’s eyes squeezed shut. She was too mortified to scream.

“How did you take her, Arken?” Henrikk asked conversationally, his cock sliding deeper into Susie. Henrikk had lifted his head to look over her. Arken must have been standing somewhere behind her, out of her line of sight. “First her cunt? Or did you start with her ass?”

No answer.

Her heart broke.

Henrikk made a rumbling sound as he penetrated her fully, his thick cock foreign and wrong as it curved and filled her.

She flinched when she felt him push a finger into her mouth and drag her lips to the side.

“She has a fair mouth,” Henrikk said, as if he were performing a clinical exam. “Tolerable lips. Does she suck well? My son informs me she serviced you in front of Professor Zott’s class.” He clucked his tongue sympathetically at the same time that he pulled back and thrust into Susie. She gasped at the brute force. “Secret trysts are so hard to keep that way when they are on public display.”

Susie’s squeezed her eyes shut to try and contain her tears, but they rolled down her face as Henrikk moved on top of her. Inserting himself over and over, his thick cock sliding in like a thing that did not belong.

He thrust repeatedly, keeping a steady pace that jerked her body and made her bare skin drag along the rough floorboards.

“Oh, she feels quite good,” Henrikk commented, raising his head to look at Arken, who was still somewhere behind her. “Tighter than I expected, for a wolf slut.” His thin moustache lifted in a smirk.

Susie hoped Arken wasn’t returning the smile. The thought of Arken looking on with amusement—or worse, with indifference—made her insides knot.

“Do you call her that, Arken? A ‘slut’? Or do you simply show her what she is?”

The slap came out of nowhere, the sting of Henrikk’s hand smarting on her right cheek.

She blinked through tears. He slapped her again.

“Eyes down, slut.”

Despair sang in every recess of her mind.

Henrikk was hurting her, and Arken was standing by and doing nothing. How could he bear to watch? Was he resigned to let the King do whatever he wanted to her?

She had asked him not to hit Henrikk because there had still been hope that they could avoid this situation. Because she had felt brave in the moment, her instinct to protect Arken flaring to life.

Arken was not willing to do the same for her. It hurt. It hurt so much. That hurt the most.

He’d abandoned her.

She felt so small, so fragile. Arken’s silent inaction made Henrikk’s assault a thousand times worse because Susie would not have hesitated if the roles were reversed. No matter the consequences to her own safety, her need to defend others trumped her own sense of self preservation. It wasn’t logical, but she would always help those in need without hesitation. Just like she hadn’t hesitated to try and save Molly, even though the woman was outnumbered by multiple omegas.

Where was Molly?

“Molly,” she choked, the sound quiet.

Henrikk still on top of her. “Who?”

She ignored him, drawing breath to yell. Molly had magical powers. She could help her. It would endanger her, but maybe Molly could…

The hope of rescue died, the sound shrivelling in her throat. Molly was an illegal witch, and she could not risk being discovered by Henrikk.

I can’t lure her here. I can’t.

Tears ran down her cheek. This was horrific. Wishing, hoping, trying to escape. It was a million times worse than closing her eyes and imagining she was somewhere else. A million times worse than anything she’d already been through…

And all because she knew Arken was here. Watching. Maybe smiling. Doing nothing.