Total pages in book: 266
Estimated words: 250787 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1254(@200wpm)___ 1003(@250wpm)___ 836(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 250787 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1254(@200wpm)___ 1003(@250wpm)___ 836(@300wpm)
Sniffling, she does, and I pour what’s left of the clean water over the front of her. I grab the towel off the counter and dry her off.
Once done, I tell her, “Lie on the bed, face down.”
Keeping her eyes on the floor, she turns and walks over to the small cot. She gets to her knees and then flattens her body, turning her face toward the concrete wall, hiding from me.
“Up on your knees. I want your ass in the air, Annabelle.” I want to remind her who she really is and why we’re here.
She flinches at my tone but wiggles to where she’s up on her knees, legs spread with her ass and cunt on display. Her arms hang from her thighs.
I’m hard again. Her mouth wasn’t enough. But I have a plan I have to stick with. I’m proving a point to both of us.
I grab the two things I pulled out of the cabinet and walk over to her. Kneeling behind her, I use my legs to pry hers open more. The room fills with her soft cry, and I pop the top on the lube, pouring it directly over her ass and pussy, not hiding my intentions.
The hourglass wasn’t just for her. We’re both on borrowed time. I have to escalate this situation to see where we go next.
I run my fingers over her cunt and up to her puckered ass, pushing one into her. She tries to pull away. I slap her ass, and she buries her face into the dingy mattress. “Don’t make me tie you down, doll face. I’ll leave you that way for the rest of the night.”
She stills, and I push my finger back into her ass before entering two. My free hand goes to her pussy, gently rubbing her clit, and she moans. “The body is an amazing thing, isn’t it?” I ask, not expecting her to respond. “The way it craves things that your mind tells you is wrong.” I pour more lube over her and remove my fingers, only to thrust them in again, adding a third this time.
A whimper turns to a cry, but she doesn’t pull away. “Good girl.” I pull them out and coat the butt plug with the lube. I then start to push it into her nice and slow, letting her get the feel of it first.
She sniffs. “Almost there, doll face,” I say, gently rubbing her ass where I smacked it. “Just a little more.” I push the last bit into her and then wrap my lube-covered hand around the bulb and pump it up twice making her voice ring out in a shrill cry. “All done for now.”
Getting up, I make my way to the cabinet once again and grab the collar. “On your back,” I command. She slowly rolls over, and I kneel beside her, sliding it underneath her neck and buckling it. “I’ll be back in a few hours, doll face. Try to get some rest until then.” I stand and exit the room, locking her inside.
I go over to the adjoining room and watch her through the mirror as she lets the sobs take over.
CHARLOTTE
My father and I enter the cathedral both dressed in our cloaks and masks. The pews are as full as the parking lot, so my father gestures to the back row. I slide in, and he takes the seat closest to the aisle.
Taking a quick look around, I see all the Lords dressed the same and there’s an altar at the front of the room, below the second story balcony.
A door opens to the right and all the chatter immediately stops as a woman enters the room from the side door. I’ve seen her before. Known her all my life.
I stiffen, hoping she doesn’t recognize me. My father pats my legs over the cloak as if to remind me I’m hidden. I just have to remain quiet.
Don’t draw attention to yourself.
“Bring her in.” Her voice fills the large open space.
The door she entered through opens and three Lords carry a woman into the cathedral. She’s got a black latex mask over her head, covering her entire face and neck. A black collar is secured around it as well. She’s naked.
The Lords, dressed in cloaks and masks, toss her onto the altar and quickly tie her down, spread eagle. She fights, kicking and throwing her arms around, but it’s useless. They outnumber and overpower her easily.
The man in the opposite pew of my father reaches across the aisle and goes to hand my father a basket. I see it’s full of razor blades. My father waves it off and I get a sickening feeling in my gut.
Why are they passing those out?
My mom’s friend steps forward and gestures to the helpless woman, getting my attention. “I’ll take ten volunteers,” she calls out with a smile.