When will they let me go?
“Open wide, sweetheart.”
Hands everywhere. Bedeviling fingertips and nibbling teeth. The men started to claw the captive’s panties off, broken nails scratching her hips.
“Get her hair out of the way.”
“No, don’t mount her yet.”
Their bodies loomed like hallucinatory shadows from her nightmares. They let her go, only to hold her head forward and back straight. Opening her mouth, she felt the moist head of the unknown alpha against her windpipe.
The seething exhales of compulsive pleasure, followed by the cheering on of teammates in a cruel game crafted by demons sent shivers up her spine and ribs. How could life be like this, so hideous and indifferent to pain?
“Big breath.”
Wincing and gagging, she softened her tongue. She could taste the beads of briny lubricant trickle like a thin fountain from his head, the tight foreskin rolling back with each buck.
The alphas waited for her sharp inhale before plugging her nose. Immediately, Wren coughed and hacked up thick wads of mucus. The pleased tormenters used the saliva to spread over her face.
Wren could feel her heart beating its last drum. Surely, they’d kill her. After what she did to that doctor, they’d leave her dying body in the pipes.
Why can’t they understand? I’ll change. I’ll be good.
Wren’s heart turned to stone as she gave herself over to their control. Every inch of her body was violated.
“Drain her slick into your mouth.”
The slithering of their tongues parted her lips. The glistening, dense nectar drained onto their tongues.
“Such thirst, such thirst,’ Lucas said.
“Slick and fear. Mm... I will send her into fits,” Killian moaned.
Three tongues were now hungrily feeding between her legs. The starving hounds slurped and hawed their compliments. Then, she heard Vash’s voice. “She’s a beautiful angel.”
They frantically ate and spread her slick across her body in preparation for the take. Overcome with sensation, Wren felt her clit harden into an erect and burning nub. A smooth, wet thumb coiled the hood back to toy and tinker as the tongues slithered and penetrated her insides.
They would not let up. As Wren’s body tensed, they moved faster, luring out waves of pressure from her core. Pain mixed with a deep emotional pleasure—she had never felt anything like it before.
And as the men forced their thighs against her ankles, Wren’s toes curled and body reared against the wet concrete. She was crushed underneath their weight, barely able to whistle in breaths. Her orgasm relentlessly expanded until, finally, she was a wreck of expulsed slick and manly lubricant.
The shiver and rush of pleasure drove her body to her captors. They were the ones who gave her this pleasure. They were the ones who forced her to smile, buck, and gape for them like an animal. She would never be the same again, but maybe that was God’s plan after all.
Why won’t they love me?
The brutes knocked her down only to prop her back onto her bruised and bleeding kneecaps. Her palms slipped against the damp floor. She caught her f
ingers against the smooth ground, frantically trying to scurry away, but she quickly chipped her nails. There was nothing to hold onto but them.
“I’m going to spread you like the plague,” Vash growled.
Vash was the first to mount his lean and muscular body over the slave’s backside. The feel of her sweet ass teased his imagination. The pressure of his knot forced his cock into an erect and lubricating state. The pungent smell of her, heated and sodden with slick, coursed through his nose.
Her body was unspoiled, but she would now start to learn the devil in the details of their hunger. Vash guided his cock forward and grunted, “Precious, I’m so honored to be your first.”
Numb and nearly depleted, Vash watched Wren closed her eyes. Sadly, the betrayal of tears trickled down the sides of her face. Rolling her bottom lip against her teeth, she let out a shrill whimper and a cry.
Didn’t she understand? This was for the greater good. They had to teach her the ways of submission if she was to bring them a child. It wasn’t entirely their fault. If she were going to blame anything, it would have been biology itself. After this, she would understand the importance of an alpha’s knotting bond, and she’d be ready to nest for the long and tireless months that came after.