Chapter Six
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Raine
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I close my eyes, as if doing so would mean they can't see me. If my eyes are closed, they can't see me. I seize on that thought.
For the millionth time since I entered this damn cabin, I try to regulate my breathing, but this time I fail so hopelessly, I end up with heaving sobs that make me sound as pathetic as I look.
Alec drops before me. He cups my chin in his hands, and I'm grateful I haven't shed a single tear yet.
"Are you going to tell us who sent you?"
"No."
What am I doing? But I know begging for mercy won't help me one bit.
He rises to his full height, and my pussy gives a tiny spasm at his cruel, utterly gorgeous male beauty.
I feel Conrad move behind me. Heat flares on my skin where he touches me, his hand sliding down my back.
"Are you sure, Raine? Just tell us who you're working for, or who sent you, and this will all be over."
I can't even say the word anymore, so I just shake my head.
I can't tell them anything. I won't jeopardize Summer's life because I'm weak.
I still have a chance to get to her, and this time I have to find a way for us to disappear to another country altogether, with new identities so no one will ever find us.
"Last chance, pretty Raine," Conrad says, and immediately I feel the ice-cold stainless tip of something against my bottom hole.
"Actually, since I'm much nicer than Alec and Theron, I'm going to give you a chance to lubricate this tight little hole yourself, pretty girl, before I put this plug into you."
"What?" I ask, twisting my head around to look at Conrad. I don't understand what he's saying.
"Touch your pussy, and if you're wet enough, use that wetness to stretch your asshole. It'll make it easier for the butt plug to fit in."
"I would rather die," I spit at him.
"Have it your way," he says, and I want to scream at how kind he makes himself sound when he's every bit as mad as I've heard Alec and Theron are.
Conrad pushes the plug into me. Raw. Dry. And I scream. But I don't beg for a chance to lubricate myself. I just slip my unrestrained hand between my thighs—is this the reason Theron only restrained one of my wrists? Sick bastards.
I'm so wet I can't understand it. And to my horror, Theron and Alec join Conrad behind me and watch as I clumsily try to coat my fingers in my wetness and press it into my bottom hole.
I don't think I'll ever suffer more humiliation than this in my life.
But the more I touch myself, the wetter I become.
What is wrong with me?
I remove my hand, and Conrad takes that to mean I'm done. My own wetness offered such a minuscule level of lubrication that I don't know why I bothered.
I bite through the pain as Conrad seats the plug inside me. The pain is so nerve-wracking, I don't even see the droplets of fresh wetness that pour out of my pussy onto the bench beneath me.
It's Alec's turn now. He lays his hand on my butt as if he's going to spank me, but all he does is let me swim in misery, the anticipation driving me crazier than if he had spanked me.
Then he delivers his first strike. The burn takes its time to sink into my flesh, but when it does, my entire body starts to quiver.
He does it again and again. The pain morphs into something else entirely. As if I'm running through a burning forest dragging a steel ball chained behind me. But my reality is worse.
Alec doesn't pamper my skin with soft strikes. He ignites a fire within my soul, and every time I wince, the steel plug in my bottom hole seems to expand.
As if my turmoil isn't enough, my gaze seeks out Theron. He is seated on a chair, his legs spread wide, my panties hanging from a finger of the hand he's using to absentmindedly stroke his jaw. So close to his nose, he can surely smell me.
I feel as if I'm losing my mind. No, I am. The only thing keeping me tethered is Summer. I can't say anything; I can't even beg for a reprieve. It would cost me information I can't share. I need to get to Summer first.
But something else starts to happen. A pulse in my pussy changes. My stomach drops, then tightens. Horror washes over me.
I'm going to come. From having the plug in my butt. From Alec's merciless spanking. From seeing my panties in Theron's large tattooed fingers.
"Please," I whisper, so softly I don't want them to hear. My humiliation reaches another level. I climax with such raw, guttural intensity, I want to die.
When I open my eyes again, they're looking at me. Their faces are hard, but their eyes are darker.
“Are you ready to talk now, Raine?”
“Fuck you,” I say, so ashamed of myself I want to give in and cry my heart out.
“That’s not very nice,” Conrad says and then he presses a button on a remote and the plug inside vibrates with suck force another orgasm flies out of me at breakneck speed leaving me so utterly exhausted.
“Just tell us who you’re stealing this for, Raine and we’ll let you go home.”
“And I’m supposed to believe you?” I ask, my voice so rough it doesn’t sound like my own.
“Yes. We’re men of our words.”
“My answer is still the same.”
“We can do this all night.”
I shake my head. I won’t survive all night.
“Well if you’re not going to give us the answers we need, then we might as well put your tongue to better use.”
I don’t understand what they mean...
I stare in shocked fascination as they each take a seat on three enormous chairs facing me. They unbuckle their belts and pull down their zippers and unearth their cocks.
I’m so mesmerized by the sight before me I forget the situation I’m in, the danger I’m in.
I watch as they pump their cocks, my gaze straying to each of the heads of their shafts as they gleams with pre-cum.
Conrad uses his other hand and sets the vibration of the plug to a low hum, enough to keep me cruelly on the edge.
They pump faster. My body seems to answer their call. Every dream I’d have of them floods my thoughts. How I imagined them kissing me, touching me, but with such innocence, I turn a bright embarrassed red, because this is not innocuous.
This is raw and savage and filthy. My nipples pebble so hard, my entire breast aches. My lips quiver. I hold my breath while their breaths quicken.
I can’t explain this beauty. Except when they do come they take turns to empty their seed all over the Virgin Chalice.
My thoughts fly out of my head. The orgasm that hurtles through me now, is feral, the pulsing of my core almost like an abrasion against my soul, one I want to feel again and again.
I don’t know where’s my control anymore, more so when they come to me, and command me to lick their cum off the cup. My hesitation costs me a brutal vibration in my bottom hole that has my pussy clutching onto air for any kind of friction.
I close my eyes and open my mouth. The tip of my tongue lapping at their essence. Their taste... addictive.
"Since you refuse to talk now, we're giving you twelve more hours to decide whether we take your virginity or you talk."