When the Dark Wins

She squeezed and tilted her hips into Raymond’s groin. There was no other way to tell him, but the priest got the message. Hauled her down to his base with more force.

It’s okay. It’s

okay. No one can see. Just let him. So good.

Who would see her shame? Raymond? Levi? Mather? She made a guttural noise in her throat. It didn’t matter. She squirmed on the two Covvie pricks that might fuck her to death.

Words. There were words nearby. Someone was talking.

Mather.

“Surrender and trust,” he said again from his chair. “Complete faith.”

Her eyes darted to meet his, grey, but on fire with interest.

That voice. Oh, god.

Raymond and Levi took another step down into the baptistery. The water closed over her head.

There were still cocks, locking her in place. Bouncing her back and forth. Only now, water flooded in behind her teeth. Bubbles leaked from her nose.

Her squeals had that compressed quality from being underwater, and her arms yanked at the bonds, chafing her lower back.

And then it all stopped.

A hand lifted from under her chest. Her face broke the surface, Levi’s cock pulling free for her to suck in air. She filled her lungs, eyes rolling around wild, before she heard Mather again.

“Give yourself over, Servant. Trust.”

It was him. The seated man filling the space with the power of his words. Elijah Mather making her body react.

Brother Levi fed himself back into her mouth. She just had time capture breath through her nose.

There were no more words she could hear. Only her own grunts, vibrating beneath her ribs. A palm cupped the back of her head. She tried to keep her tongue fitted at the entrance of her throat, a barricade to inhaling water against the battering of an insistent prick.

When the seconds stretched, determination broke into panic. She jerked against Raymond’s hips, trying to signal.

Enough.

Fingers splayed between her shoulder blades to keep her down. Possibly Levi’s. Buckeye thrashed, a caught fish on a line. Churned the water. Her lungs burned.

A hand hauled her up. Nothing in her mouth. She gasped relief, the breath a near painful ache to inhale so much at once. It was useless.

Even as she sputtered, Levi plugged her throat again, taking her well below the surface. Fingers caged her ears on both sides, a grip to hold her there for the fucking. Her bound legs parted wide around Raymond’s driving hips.

This was it.

Existence narrowed to a tight cluster of truths and imperatives. Buckeye was a set of open holes to serve these cocks. She needed to breathe, but the priests wanted her to wait.

Complete faith.

They took from her and she served, dogged at first, but then writhing until they let her up. One huge breath and then down. Fucking. Riding the chaos. Black and red patterns gathered behind her eyelids.

Water.

Air.

Water. Air. Water.