Thirty-Two
He doesn’t tire.
He stays with me for hours, keeping me on the edge of my orgasm but never letting me fall. The V is boiling in my veins, creating a fever in my soul. I twist against my binds. Sweat pours down me and soaks the sheets. My brain is sluggish. Dayne’s heartbeat has long faded from my mind. Every part of me is focused on the pulsing in my pussy, that desperate need for the high the V will give me.
I hate myself.
But that doesn’t stop me from wanting this.
In my delirium, I start to think about Varius. How he used to touch me, how easy he was able to make me come. I don’t want to taint those memories with the disease in my veins, but I need the release Sadist isn’t giving me.
I imagine him here with me, lying on top of me, his cock between my legs.
For a moment, I hate him even in the daydream. You promised me...
“I had to, Micha.”
I blink back the tears. I don’t give a shit if he had to. I accepted his apologies before; I won’t do it again.
“I’m sorry.”
I flinch at those words, said in his voice, then repeated in Grubs’. I hate that phrase.
“Fuck me like you hate me.”
Varius’ voice rams into me, and I arch back as a cock slides into my aching pussy. I jerk my hips up.
I clench my teeth together, refusing to beg Sadist for my release.
My thoughts are all jumbled. He mixes with Varius and Grubs and then Antonio takes the forefront. He said he’d get off watching me get raped, but he wasn’t even hard at the school. I don’t understand him. I need to understand him in order to play him and survive.
Antonio pinches my nipples, and I cry out. Any coherent thought disappears. Any understanding about what’s really going on fades under the delirium.
All I want is to get off, and my thoughts twist and turn like dreams, like nightmares, as my brain tries to give me what I want.
Varius is fucking me.
Then Antonio.
Sadist is hurting me.
Then Grubs.
Varius is back between my legs, coaxing me like he used to, and I arch off the bed, feeling myself get close.
“That’s it, little monster. Let me see you come.”
The cock pulls out of me, but it’s too late.
I laugh madly, then scream as I orgasm.
Varius beats me with his fists.
Hurting me over and over and over again.
I pass out from the high though, unable to feel the pain. My body feels too damn good.
My heart cries.
I come to as another vial of V is being poured down my throat. Jerking my head to the side, I spit it out. My heart thunders in my ears. My jaw is grabbed and yanked back towards the ceiling. A towel is put over my face, and a fountain of V is spilled onto it, making me choke. I can’t help but drink some of it though, and the arousal hits me hard.
I’ve barely come off my last high.
He doesn’t bother to tease me this time.
He shifts into his werewolf form and slams his cock into me. I don’t know if it’s Sadist or Sunny. I wouldn’t think the former could get it up with me being this willing, and the latter wouldn’t waste the opportunity. I’m his ticket out of here, and unlike Bear, he didn’t try to save me.
He ruts into me like an animal. I jerk my hips in rhythm to his. His technique doesn’t matter at all, the V doing all the work. My body flushes hot. My orgasm builds, and I’m soon squirting all over his cock.
Another V is forced down my throat as I’m shaking from the high.
I’ve never felt so good.
I swallow it like a whore.
The wolf keeps fucking me – perhaps he’s taken a rick for his own stamina. He comes in me; a fountain of it pours into my womb, making my belly swell. I tense at the idea of it being this big with a baby, but then my orgasm is ripping through me, triggered by the cum, and all my thoughts leave me.
Another V goes down.
Another orgasm is forced on me.
Over and over and over again.
Until it finally stops, and a man’s hand roughly grabs my chin.
“Beg me to fill your wet, aching cunt,”
Sadist growls.
I press my lips together, fighting down the words. My body is beyond sensitive. Just the air is making it hurt for more V. I don’t know how many hours have passed, but my stomach is tight with hunger.
“She’s not going to beg yet,”
Sunny says from somewhere in the room. “Get off her. She needs to eat.”
“I’m not done.”
“So start again afterwards. Antonio told us to keep her fed, or do you want me to tell him you’re the reason why she’s malnourished and unable to get easily pregnant?”
Sadist grunts as his fingers dig tighter into my cheeks. Then he releases me and moves off my body. I tremble in gratitude for Sunny’s interference. For Antonio’s order that I am to have at least a little care.
My wrists are untied a few minutes later. I’m handed a bowl of chicken and dumplings, but my hands are numb from all the pressure on my wrists, and I nearly drop it.
“It’s okay. Take it easy.”
It’s Bear in front of me, and a part of me is glad to hear he’s alive. An ally. He lowers his voice. “Take your time eating. It’s the only break you’ll get. Eduardo could only reattach one of Tim’s balls.”
A broken smile curls my lips. “I’m going to take his cock one day.”
“I don’t doubt it.”
I take a few bites in silence, trying to get my mind to focus on a game plan rather than the itch for more V. I am already craving it like my next breath. He’s flooded my system with it, and the addiction is gnawing at every nerve inside my body. I’m trying to fight it, but I don’t know how much longer I can resist.
“Did Antonio force you into the program too?”
I ask the man beside me.
“If you call agree or die a choice,” he says.
“How did you end up here?”
“I got run out of my pack in the seventies for being born wrong,”
he says with such bitterness that I don’t ask him to elaborate. The fact that he hasn’t been able to get hard with me makes me realize all too easily what he means. He’s only here because he’s gay.
My stomach twists as I think about how hard this must be for him. And then I think of Rudy.
Is he being bred like me? Forced to take ricks so he can fuck the female wolves who are capable of birthing hybrids?
“Is there a Shadow brother here?” I ask.
“We’re not supposed to tell you –”
“Please,”
I say, knowing there’s good in him. “He’s only here because he tried to save me. Is he okay?”
There’s a heavy pause, then he sighs. “He’s doing better than you.”
“He’s on the boat? Can I see him?”
I flinch at the word ‘see.’
“Maybe one day… If you’re good. Antonio rewards those who obey him. He’s strict, and he can be cruel, but he’s also fair.”
“He just wants to hurt me to get to Varius.”
“You’re more valuable as a breeder. Play your hand right, and you might just convince him to keep you alive and in one piece.”
I snort as I wave a hand at my eyes. “It’s too late.”
Ever so softly, he says, “There’s so much more he can take from you.”
A chill runs through me, and the air thickens, suffocating any other attempt at conversation. I finish my meal. The bowl is taken away. Bear retreats, and Sadist comes back into the room with another vial of V.
I fight him, trying to get him hard so he doesn’t force the potion down my throat.
But though his cock presses into me, so does the vial, and I am lost to the addiction again.
For five days, he keeps me high every moment I’m not eating or sleeping. My body is well past being mine, and I am starting to crave the enhanced orgasms as much as I am escape.
But I still fight the administration of V.
And I still refuse to beg Sadist for his cock.
On the evening of day six, everything changes. When Sunny crawls onto the bed to rape me, he stops right before he penetrates me. He presses his face against my neck and inhales. I can feel his smile, and I just know. Even through the haze of the V demanding me to spread my legs and think of nothing else, I know.
My stomach drops.
A scream builds from the deepest part of my soul.
Hopping off me, he says, “She’s pregnant.”
I jerk against my binds as the scream erupts, breaking every piece of me on its way out. My body convulses from the sheer force of it, the pain tearing me apart. An ear-splitting noise of raw, primal agony.
The sound of a mother who’s just lost her child all over again.
Who’s come back and found it replaced with a monster of the fae.
I scream myself hoarse as I thrash on the bed, wanting to rip the creature from my womb, to remove it from a place it should’ve never touched with its sickness. That’s Rafiki’s spot. That’s where she should still be, growing every day until she’s ready to come out and be held by her mother. My baby was taken from me, and now someone else is in her home, and that knowledge is breaking me apart.
Destroying me like Sadist never could.
I hate this child inside of me.
I want it out.
It’s a rape baby.
A monster’s baby.
It isn’t mine.
It isn’t her.
It shouldn’t be there.
“Get it out!”
I scream. “Get it out! Get it out! Get it out!”
I jerk my arms down hard, tearing the skin off my wrists as I struggle to free myself. If I can just get a hand free, I can dig the imposter out of my stomach.
I’ll find a knife.
I’ll use a broken bottle.
I’ll antagonize Sadist so badly, he’ll beat me to death.
I just need it out.
“I’ll get Eduardo!”
Sunny shouts.
I tear my left arm free of my binding, ripping the skin off my wrist and hand. I grope around for something to stab myself with, but finding nothing, I simply start tearing my nails across my flesh. They haven’t been trimmed in weeks, and the thick keratin scratches through the first layer of skin. Someone grabs hold of me as they curse, their fingers tight around my skinless wrist. Pain flares down my arm, but it’s nothing compared to the shards stabbing their way into my heart.
I don’t want this monster.
It isn’t right.
Rafiki should be the one in there.
I shouldn’t be holding another child in her place.
I can’t do this.
I can’t keep this creature.
I have to get it out.
I jerk against the person holding me. A fist slams into my face. I try to free my other arm.
“Hold her still!”
Eduardo snaps as he enters the room, but there is a tinge of fear to his voice, the whine of a coward who doesn’t want to approach anything less than a sedated lion.
Heavy muscles pin my arms down. Someone sits on top of my chest. My screams turn into gasps as the air is pressed out of me. A hand rests on my belly, and warm magic flows from its fingers. I sob as I realize he’s going to keep the monster alive. I do not want the disease in my belly. I want it out. I want it fucking out of me.
“Is it a hybrid?”
Antonio demands, his words flat without a care. The calmness of his tone cuts through my fear, and I swallow the rest of my cries as I tremble, waiting for his answer.
A few moments pass, then, “No.”
“Then abort it and breed her again.”
I sag in relief, hiccuping tears of gratitude. Losing the last part of Rafiki I have will break me. Feeling another baby moving around inside of me, passing all the milestones I should’ve had with her…
I won’t survive that.
So despite how much I hate Antonio, I’m grateful to him too. He’s letting me keep that last memory of my baby alive. I want to press a hand to my stomach. I want to curl up and cry. Sobbing as I think of Rafiki, I thank the alpha between my tears. It’s the only solace I’ve had in this place. The last connection I have to her, and I cannot express my gratitude enough for him having killed the other thing in her place.
Thank you.
Thank you...
Nine days later though, I get pregnant with a hybrid.