Page 158 of Plug and Drain

The tears had dried on Susie’s face, but her expression was stuck in an eternal grimace as she tried to endure. The pain. The humiliation. The abandonment.

She was alone and unwanted.

Arken had led her to believe in a different reality, but what good had it done her? Hope had made her weak and set her up for disappointment.

Her vision darkened at the edges.

Henrikk sped up even more, his hips snapping forward over and over again. His breathing was harsh and ragged, and she could tell he was nearing the end.

“You will be pleased to know I have decided to fill your cunt, little wolf,” Henrikk announced through a biting pant. “It is a great honour, so consider it your lucky day. Even the ugly wolves deserve a good fucking, but it is not every wolf who is blessed enough to take my seed. Are you grateful, slut?”

Answer him.

No. Ignore him.

Answer him!

Just leave me alone.

Henrikk’s hand seized her jaw, forcing her to look up at him. “Answer me.”

“I’m grateful,” she gasped, nearly blacking out as the angle of her spine caused radiating pain to course through her.

She slumped when Henrikk released his grip. He continued his thrusts, his slick cock sliding in and out amidst wet, sticky sounds. “Soon, I will fill you. But…not yet. I’m enjoying you more than I thought I would. You don’t mind, do you Arken?”

Silence. Haunting, resounding, silence, except for the rustle of fabric and the slapping sounds of flesh on flesh.

Susie tried to block it all out—Henrikk, Arken, her room, her own self.

Several long minutes passed.

Henrikk took her, his arms trapping hers, his cock driving inside her, his breath hot as he laughed in her face.

How long had they been like this?

“Why don’t you ask Arken to join us?” Henrikk suggested.

Susie screwed her eyes shut and shook her head.

Please, make it stop.

“You could tell him to come here and take you for himself,” Henrikk said, his voice sly and oozing malice. “Why don’t you do that, Susanna?”

She hated that he knew her name. She hated it.

And the ache in her lower back was growing worse, more unbearable with each thrust.

His questions continued, punctuated with jerking thrusts as he neared his climax.

“Tell Arken to come here, Susanna.”

He thrust up into her.

“Tell him to make me stop.”

Another thrust, and this time, Henrikk’s face hovered so close that their noses touched. Her eyes flew open and met pale grey and milky white. His voice grew low and taunting. “At the very least, Arken should speak in your defence. Perhaps he needs a little prompting. Why don’t you ask him to defend your honour, Susanna? Or have you none left?”

It was a trick question.