Chapter 16
Hollow
I watch my partner thrust into Puppet’s ass with savage intensity, his hips snapping forward with enough force to make the metal table screech against the floor. Each time he drives into her, she makes a whimpering noise against the cold metal table.
There’s something almost hypnotic about the rhythm he’s established. The way her body jerks forward with each thrust, the way her fingers curl uselessly against the table’s edge, searching for something to grip.
She’s finally stopped bitching about not wanting any of this.
That’s interesting.
I stand from my seat, tucking myself back into my pants before zipping them up. The sound seems unnaturally loud in the room, competing with the wet slaps of flesh against flesh and my accomplice’s animalistic grunts.
My attention shifts to Garrett.
He’s barely conscious, head falling forward, blood crusted around the word carved into his forehead.
I move toward him, circling behind his chair.
My fingers find his hair, tangling in the damp strands before I pull his head back harshly.
His eyes flutter, struggling to focus.
“You get to watch her get fucked by someone else, just like she had to watch you. Seems fair, doesn’t it?” I say, holding his head in position so he can’t look away from Puppet’s violation.
A weak sound escapes him. It’s a mix of a sob and a moan. His eyes try to close, but I give his hair another tug, forcing him to stay present, to witness everything.
“No, no. Eyes open,” I whisper near his ear. “This is your punishment. To watch someone else take what was once yours.”
On the table, her body jerks violently as my partner increases his pace.
He’s close to finishing.
I recognize the change in his breathing, the way his movements are becoming more erratic. Her whimpers have taken on a hollow quality, as though she’s retreating deeper inside herself with each thrust.
“See how well she’s taking it?” I ask him.
Garrett tries to turn his head away, but my grip keeps him in place.
I force him to watch as tears leak from the corners of his eyes, streaming down through the dried blood on his cheeks.
“I wonder,” I muse, “if you imagined this when you were bending over for that trainer. Did you think about how she would feel, watching you? Did you consider her pain at all?”
My partner lets out a guttural moan, his body tensing as he empties himself inside her.
“Fuck,” my associate pants, his hands leaving red marks where he gripped Puppet’s hips.
I release Garrett’s hair, letting his head drop forward again. He doesn’t have much fight left in him. The blood loss, the trauma, the psychological torture, it’s all taking its toll. But I need him conscious a little longer. There’s more I want him to see.
I move around to face him, crouching so we’re at eye level. “Don’t check out yet,” I tell him, tapping his cheek to keep him alert. “We still have so much planned for both of you.”
Behind me, I hear Puppet being pulled up and off the table, her feet dragging on the floor as my partner repositions her. I don’t need to look to know what’s coming next. We discussed this part in detail during our planning.
“Have you ever wondered,” I ask Garrett, my voice dropping to an intimate whisper, “what it would be like to watch someone you care about completely break? To see them transformed into something else entirely? Something they never thought they could become?”
His eyes widen slightly; there’s still enough awareness there to understand the implication of my words.
“That’s what we’re going to do tonight,” I continue, standing up straight again. “We’re going to remake her. And you’re going to help us.”
I turn back toward Puppet and my partner. He’s arranged her on her ass with her legs wide open on top of the metal table. Blood and other fluids trail down her inner thighs, leaking on the platform beneath her.
“Bring him closer,” I instruct my partner, gesturing toward Garrett. “I want them face to face for this next part.”
He seizes the back of Garrett’s chair, dragging him closer to Puppet. His body slumps forward, barely conscious, but I need him awake for this. Slapping his face hard, I watch his eyes flutter open, confusion swimming in their depths. “Time for your final meal.”
My partner laughs, that high-pitched giggle that echoes through the room as he positions himself behind her. He holds Puppet upright on the table, her body trembling as she leans back against him. Our combined fluids leak from her, glistening on her thighs in the low light.
Pulling my knife from its sheath, I cut his hands loose from the restraints, but keep his ankles tied to the chair.
“Look at her,” I say, gripping his chin and forcing his head up. “Look at what you’ve lost.”
Puppet’s eyes meet his, and I see the moment where understanding passes between them.
A final, broken connection.
“Please,” she whispers.
“Quiet, Puppet.” I pinch one of her bleeding nipples, making her gasp. “You don’t get to decide anything.”
I push him forward until his face is level with her spread thighs. My partner walks behind her and shifts her body, angling her hips toward the edge.
“Here’s what’s going to happen,” I explain, crouching beside Garrett. “You’re going to taste her. I want you to taste every drop of what we’ve left inside.”
Garrett tries to turn away, but I grab his hair, pulling his head back.
“You’ll start with her pussy,” I instruct, “and then move to her ass. You’ll clean her thoroughly with your tongue until she cums again.”
“I can’t,” he croaks. “Please!”
My accomplice shifts behind Puppet, reaching around to spread her folds, exposing everything to Garrett’s view. Our combined release seeps from her, thick and white against her reddened skin.
“You will,” I say simply. “Or I can just force you to watch as I remove each of her fingers, one joint at a time.”
Her sob cuts through the room, but I ignore it.
I force his head forward until his lips are inches from her center.
He resists for a moment longer before his shoulders slump in defeat. His tongue extends, tentatively at first, then with more pressure as I hold his head in place. I feel the shudder that runs through him as he makes contact, tasting the mixture of fluids that coat her.
Puppet’s head falls back against my partner’s shoulder, her eyes squeezed shut. I can see she’s trying to disconnect again, to retreat into herself. But her body betrays her once more as Garrett’s tongue works against her sensitive flesh.
“That’s it,” I encourage, watching closely as he licks and sucks at her. “Every single fucking drop.”
My partner’s breathing quickens behind her. He’s enjoying this perhaps more than I am, his hands roaming over her body, pinching her nipples, adding to the conflicting sensations.
“Now lower,” I command, pushing Garrett’s head down slightly. “Clean what he left in her ass.”
He gags but complies, his tongue moving to the puckered opening where my partner’s seed still leaks. Puppet’s thighs tremble as he presses his tongue into her hole.
“Good boy,” I murmur, stroking Garrett’s hair like he’s a pet performing a trick.
Her hips are now moving slightly against Garrett’s face, seeking more. The shame radiating from her is perfection.
I stand, moving behind Garrett to watch from a better angle. My partner catches my eye over Puppet’s shoulder, his hand sliding down to circle her clit as Garrett continues to work beneath her.
“Cum for us, Puppet,” I command. “Show Garrett what he’s missing.”
Her body tenses, fighting it, but the combined sensations are too much.
Garrett’s tongue, my partner’s fingers, the remnants of our earlier violations.. all of it pushes her toward the edge.
I see the moment it happens. Her back arches, a cry tearing from her throat as her thighs clamp around Garrett’s head. Her entire body convulses with the force of her orgasm.
My associate nods, the signal we agreed upon.
In one fluid motion, I grip Garrett’s hair, forcing his head upward and draw my blade, swiftly pulling it across his throat. His blood splatters all on Puppet’s wet pussy and ass, dripping down from her and onto the table and floor.
Everything is painted red.
Poor Puppet hasn’t even noticed what’s happened yet.
Garrett’s body jerks once, violently, then goes completely still.
She leans up slightly and opens her eyes, glancing down between her legs.
A scream bellows out of her lungs as soon as she realizes what’s happened.
Blood pours from Garrett’s throat, mixing with the fluids already there.
His body, along with the chair, clatters to the floor as Puppet jolts back. Her screams continue while she thrashes against my partner’s hold.
I step closer, reaching out to touch her face, forcing her to look at me as tears stream down her cheeks.
“He’s dead,” I whisper, my voice barely audible over her screams.
“Let’s not let his blood go to waste.” My partner mutters as he lifts Puppet off of the table in one fluid motion. Her body is limp in his arms, shock rendering her momentarily docile despite the screams still tearing from her throat.
“I want to enjoy her together.” He says as he presses her body against mine, and I grip her thighs, pulling her up around my waist as she lets out a sharp wince from the pain in her leg.
Her body trembles violently between us as my associate shifts his grip, supporting her weight as well as he spreads her legs from behind.
“No, please,” she begs, her voice ragged. “I can’t take anymore.”
We ignore her pleas, positioning ourselves at both her openings; one meant for entry, one meant for exit, though today.. they’ll serve the same purpose.
We lift her together, her weight distributed between us as we thrust into her simultaneously.
The sound that tears from her throat isn’t human. She reminds me of a wounded animal caught in a trap with no escape.
Her head falls forward onto my shoulder as we begin to move in perfect rhythm, pushing deeper with each thrust.
“Feel that, Puppet?” I whisper against her ear; my mask slightly muffling my voice. “Feel how good you take both of us?”
Her body arches between us, every muscle taut with pain and unwanted pleasure. Blood from Garrett’s throat still coats her pussy and ass, mixing with our combined fluids as we establish a brutal pace.
I grip her hips tighter, fingers pressing deep into her flesh.
The synchronization between all of us hits just right. When he pushes in, I pull back; when I thrust forward, he withdraws slightly. The friction between us, separated only by the thin wall inside her, heightens my pleasure to near unbearable levels.
“She’s getting tighter,” I growl, feeling her body clench around me. “I think she’s starting to enjoy this more than she lets on.”
Puppet shakes her head frantically, tears streaming down her face. “No, I’m not-“
But her body betrays her once more as I reach between her legs, finding her clit quickly. Her denial dissolves into a broken moan as her muscles contract around both of us.
“That’s it,” I encourage, my voice steady despite the exertion. “Let go, Puppet. Show us how much you love being filled by both of us.”
Her eyes roll back, lids fluttering as the unwanted orgasm crashes through her. The contractions of her body push me toward my own release, my movements becoming more erratic as I chase it.
“Mark her,” I command. “Make sure she remembers who owns her now.”
He follows my lead and shoots his cum all into her raw asshole. I can feel his warmth drip onto my cock, and I thrust one more time into her to combine all of our juices.
Her body continues to spasm between us, so when we finally lower her to the floor, she collapses, unable to support her own weight.
“Beautiful,” I whisper, crouching beside her. “You were perfect.”
My accomplice kneels on her other side, his hand gentle as he strokes her hair back from her face. The tenderness of the gesture is a stark contrast to the brutality of moments before.
Slow tears fall from her eyes as I lean in close enough that my lips could brush her ear if the mask weren’t on. “There, there. You’ve been such a good little toy for us.”
From beside me, my partner chuckles. “Time to power down our plaything for a bit.”
The needle slides into her neck, and I watch her eyes cloud over as the sedative floods her system.
My associate remains silent as he lifts her from the ground and into his arms cradle-style.
Her skin is pale from blood loss and bruised and raw from the trauma.
I turn away to collect everything before we leave, but a grip on my forearm stops me in place.
My gaze shifts down to Puppet who is currently slipping in and out of consciousness.
“Who… are…” she breathes, the rest dissolving before it can form.
I watch her as she struggles to stay present.
Then, slowly, I reach up.
My fingers hook under the edge of the mask..