Chapter 40 #2
Helping Bellamy into the plastic covering and securing it, I watch as he pulls on the gloves and then starts to test how sharp they are on Clara’s skin. His cuts are precise, and that makes sense to me since he’s an artist.
Cassidy begins to fire off nails into Winchell’s obese body, watching as it sinks into his stomach and chest. Abbott was nice enough to strip the bastard for her, and her aim is impeccable. The nails are met with gritted pain, and Cassidy pouts when it’s not enough.
“Oh no. Whatever can we do to make him scream?” Shiloh asks, picking up a knife with a sadistic smile. “Go for the eyes, Precious.”
“It’s scarier when you don’t know what’s going to happen next,” Winter confirms in a creepy, detached voice.
Cassidy winces slightly, but knowing Winter, she didn’t mean anything by it. Adjusting her aim, Cassidy aims for Winchell’s eyes. The old man screams in horror, turning his face so the nails sink into his cheeks, neck, anywhere but his eyes.
“It’s harder with a moving target,” I tease her, walking over and fisting Winchell’s hair to make him stop moving. I know damn well she has great aim. “Now go.”
“That’s pretty,” Winter murmurs.
Abbott moves over to see what she’s talking about while I make sure Cassidy doesn’t hit me with a nail, great aim or not.
Winchell tries to close his eyes, but that doesn’t help him as Cass moves closer. The nails make a squishing sound as they sink into his eyes, and my lips twist in amusement. Now, his eyelids are also nailed shut.
Stupid Jack hat.
“That’s inventive,” Abbott murmurs.
Cassidy, Shi, and I walk over to where Bellamy is carving a bouquet of flowers into Clara’s side.
Now, she hisses in pain each time he cuts her.
I suppose everyone’s tolerance for pain lowers after prolonged cutting.
Bellamy has a vase, several flowers with leaves, and as he finishes the last one, he digs the knife into Clara’s armpit.
Her high pitched scream makes everyone chuckle, and when he pulls out the knife, the blood slides onto the flowers to give them character.
“Damn, that’s almost poetic,” I admit.
“He’s in art school, right?” Silas asks, now watching Bell’s knife work.
“He’s apprenticing,” Abbott says.
“I’m starting to take commissioned work through the school,” Bellamy explains.
“Huh. Can I commission directly through you yet?” Lyle asks beside me.
I guess we’ve drawn everyone to us.
“You could ask?” Bellamy suggests shyly.
“Good, we will,” Easton says.
“Does anyone want to get a few licks in?” Cassidy asks.
“Oh yeah,” Silas says with a smirk.
All the male alphas take turns beating the shit out of Winchell with bats, while Winter and Bellamy continue their art project on Clara’s skin.
It’s when Winter is picking up a branding kit that I quickly walk over to her.
“I have to heat the brand for you,” I explain. “What do you want it to say?”
“Our bitch,” she says decisively.
Damn. She didn’t even have to think about it. Putting in the letters for her, I set the brand and then turn on the handheld torch. Scooting her out of the way with my hip, I wait till it glows red. The handle remains cool to the touch so I can carefully hand it to her.
“Go for it,” I tell her.
Winter walks over to Clara, and presses it right across her breasts. The bitch whimpers, writhing weakly on the hook, while Winter’s lips curl viciously. Cassidy and Bellamy grin at each other as Winter pulls off the brand.
“Sounds about right,” Cass agrees. “Who is volunteering to help with the dildo lacing?”
“I will,” Shi says.
“The shoe was enough for me,” Bell says with a shudder.
As by divine intervention, the shoe plops out of her cunt and falls to the ground with a clatter.
“Gross,” Winter says with a shudder.
“You hanging in there with us, Princess?” I ask. “Need to take a break?”
“I can grab a chair,” Silas offers.
“I want to watch, but I’m getting tired of being on my feet,” Winter admits.
This first trimester is going to kick her ass.
Silas heads out to grab the chair, and comes back with a bag of goodies as well.
“They didn’t want to bother us, so they didn’t bring it in earlier,” he explains, placing the bag on the table. “Oh, there’s safety goggles in here too. That was smart. No one wants pussy or anal blood in their eyes. Safety first!”
I guffaw at how easily that came off his tongue, and Lyle chuckles with me.
“He’s not wrong though. Especially her pussy blood. Yuck,” he mutters.
“No gagging,” I remind him.
“Absolutely not,” he agrees.
“Ugh, it feels so silly,” Winter complains. “I’m rarely like this.”
“Meh, we’ll work around it,” Easton says, picking up the chair that Silas abandoned and setting it behind Clara. “Lyle, would you like to do the honors?”
Winchell isn’t going anywhere, he can wait while we have our fun. It’ll be easier to clean up two bodies by fire at the end anyway.
Pulling on gloves, Lyle wraps the spikes around the largest dildo in the bag, and then smiles as he snips off the excess.
“You won’t enjoy this, but we will,” he tells Clara.
He makes sure to bring it up to her face, and that’s when she begins to cry.
“You’re going to take this thing up your ass with no lube, and you’ll cry and wonder what you did in life to deserve this,” Cass says. “However, unlike me, you will know how many lives you ruined. Sometimes, the karma dildo comes calling, and that day is today.”
“Nice one,” Bellamy murmurs. “Who’s shoving it up her ass?”
“I will,” Shi says. “It won’t be gentle, and I expect to pop every hemorrhoid she’s got!”
“Please keep talking dirty to me, Daddy,” I croon, chuckling as he rolls his eyes.
Pack Mayor snorts in amusement while Shiloh pulls on gloves, and we all move to watch the master at work.
“Make sure you clench, old girl,” Shiloh says, slapping her ass with the dildo.
She shrieks as the spikes sink into the flesh of her ass, and Winter, Bell, and Cassidy put on the safety glasses that Silas makes sure to hand out as blood spurts out once Shiloh yanks the dildo away.
Oh yeah, she’s a bleeder. The blood from Bellamy’s knife wound is now covering his art.
This is going to get very interesting.
Shiloh isn’t very careful as he shoves the dildo into her ass, and we can’t help but cheer him on.
“It hurts, doesn’t it?” Winter asks. “Too bad I don’t fucking care.”
“I think Shiloh forgot to remove the stick up her ass,” I say.
“I think she was born with it,” Bellamy mutters.
Shi fucks her with the very spiky toy, ruining her insides as she screams. I doubt she’ll last much longer. I think it’s time to get to the main event.
“What are your plans for the sewage?” I ask her, watching in awe as Shi manages to get the dildo all the way inside of her. “Damn. No one can call you a quitter!”
“I ruined her sphincter, so she didn’t have much choice,” Shiloh says with a shrug.
“I want to shove the pipe into her mouth and force her to swallow shit,” Cassidy chimes in.
“May want to cut her tongue out then,” I suggest. “Then she can’t attempt to fight it.”
“Also keeps the screaming down,” Lyle adds.
That’s also a good point. Working together, we pull her off the metal hook, rip off the duct tape holding in her gag, and pull that out.
“Please, kill me,” Clara rasps, her eyes red and raw.
“Why, when you never showed me and mine any mercy?” Abbot asks, his now gloved hands grabbing her tongue.
She bucks and screams despite me holding her still tied hands over her head. There’s nowhere to run or hide, and Abbott almost crushes Clara’s jaw as he forces her to open her mouth.
Shiloh changes out his gloves and pulls out her tongue, digging his knife into her mouth to cut it out. Shi is careful not to let Winter see her tongue as he tosses it into the garbage, while Lyle and Easton fiddle with the pump.
They’re using a shop vac to pull the sewage up, and it looks like they’re going to shove the pipe into her mouth once they’re done. Once it gets going, it’ll flow like sludge into her mouth.
It’s going to be so gross.
I make sure to grab the masks for Cassidy and Winter, pressing my lips to Winter’s ear as I fix her mask for her.
“You may not want to look for this one, Princess,” I suggest. “You’re a little badass, but this is going to be rough. I’ll make sure Winchell and Clara are flambéd like overdone marshmallows, okay?”
Winter goes very pale at the thought, and I shake my head as I scoop her into my arms, walking her out of the room.
Silas follows us out with a chair, looking worried.
“This part might be a little too much,” I explain, sitting her in the chair. “I’ll stay with her out in the hallway.”
“Winter,” Silas says gently as he squats in front of her. “Are you hiding that you’re pregnant?”
Winter pulls off the mask because it’s impossible to talk in the thing, and makes a face.
“Is it that obvious?” she asks.
They’re careful to keep their voices down, and I glance into the room to make sure no one is paying attention to us. Cassidy has her mask on and seems fine so far. Hopefully the morning sickness doesn’t hit her as hard.
“A little,” Silas says, chuckling. “Is there a reason why you’re not telling anyone?”
“It’s really new,” Winter explains. “A part of me doesn’t want to say anything until I’ve heard a heartbeat. I’m excited about this, but it’s been a rough couple of weeks.”
“That’s fair,” Silas says with a nod. “I won’t say anything, but there will be people who notice. Also, congratulations, Winter.”
Her smile is bright as she smiles at him. “Thanks!”
Silas disappears back into the room, and I bend down to kiss her forehead.
“How was that?” I ask.
“Not bad at all,” she giggles.
“Fire in the hole!” Silas yells, making me grab the mask and fit it over her face.
“I’m not taking any chances,” I explain. As the rancid smell hits me, I grimace. “It’s exactly as bad as I thought it would be too.”
Fuck around and find out sometimes means that karma makes you into a human toilet. I don’t make the rules, I just enforce them.