Chapter 12
Ophelia
We all call it an early night in preparation for tomorrow.
Daisy is in the room downstairs, and I’m back in bed with Roman.
Cain and Mal have taken the couches. I’d thought there would have been a protest, but they’re both obviously still feeling sorry for Roman.
He’s healing, but it’ll be a while before he’s back to his full strength.
The pain meds he’s on are helping, but I know he doesn’t like the foggy head it gives him.
I hope by the time we reach the commune, he’ll be feeling stronger.
I toss and turn, conscious that I might be keeping him awake. I know I need to sleep, and that’s the worst part. The pressure I’m putting on myself to get some rest only makes me more awake.
The bedroom door creaks open, and I jerk up.
A shape appears in the doorway, and I catch my breath. My heart slams into my ribcage. I can’t see the person’s face. They enter the room more fully, and someone else follows, their features also disguised. The idea that this is the Prophet’s men come to snatch me jumps into my head.
I open my mouth to scream, except a hand clamps over it.
“Shh,” Roman hisses against my ear. “It’s just the others.”
I exhale all the air from my lungs. Yes, it is them, but they’re wearing their masks and not much else, except for form-hugging boxers.
Cain, with his black hood covering his face, stops next to the bed. “We thought you might be struggling to sleep.” His voice is a low growl.
Malachi joins him. “We know how to help.”
They’re keeping their voices down, clearly not wanting to be heard by our guest downstairs.
My breath catches for a whole different reason.
I know what the presence of the masks means.
They haven’t worn them before without there being some kinky fuckery happening.
A tingling anticipation, filled with pleasure, condenses between my thighs, but with it is a delicious frisson of fear that hasn’t ebbed since my initial thought that these were the Prophet’s men.
“You can’t make a sound,” Cain says.
He opens his fist to reveal a strip of silky material. I’m not sure where he got it—most likely from the altar room with the masks—but it looks like a blindfold. Instead of covering my eyes with it, he wraps it around my mouth and secures it at the back of my head.
“That’s it, good girl. Stay quiet for us.”
The room is dark, and the men move in shadowy shapes around me.
They yank the covers off the bed, exposing me.
I’m wearing a camisole and panties. I would have slept naked with Roman, but I’m conscious of Daisy downstairs and didn’t want to be caught naked if there was an emergency.
The guys, however, don’t seem to want me dressed.
Malachi rolls my panties down my thighs and plucks them off my feet.
Roman pulls up my camisole, and I lift my head and shoulders to allow him to remove it completely.
Naked, the sheets are smooth beneath my skin.
The cool air in the room makes my nipples pucker.
Cain grabs my ankles and yanks me roughly down the bed. I let out a yelp, but it’s muffled. Roman moves to the top of the bed and takes hold of my arms, pinning them to the mattress above my head.
Cain parts my legs. His black hood still covers his face. He seems menacing and dangerous like this, and a thrill zips through me.
He pushes his hand between my legs. “Wet, like a good girl.”
I moan against the cloth as he slides two fingers inside me. I try to pull my arms out of Roman’s grip, but, even though he’s injured, he’s too strong. Malachi’s mask—smooth and white—reflects the moonlight outside of the window, making him look like a character in a horror movie.
“What can we fuck her with?” Malachi says, looking around the room.
I remember the time with the cucumber. Mal seems to have a thing about putting inanimate objects inside me.
It clearly turns him on. But we’re nowhere near the kitchen, and I doubt he’ll risk waking Daisy by going past her room again to go in search of more vegetables.
He’ll have to make do with whatever is in the bedroom.
He takes a tall white candle from a holder on a shelf then goes to my bedside drawer to select condoms and lube.
Maybe I should have been worried about Daisy going through my drawers when I’d left her up here and seeing the condoms and lube, but she’s not a young child anymore, and maybe it would be good for her to understand a bit more about what these things are for.
Not that I really thought she’d be going through my drawers.
He tears open the packet with his teeth and slowly rolls a condom down the length of the candle.
Cain slips his fingers from my body and holds open one leg, while Mal uses his free hand to hold the other. Roman has a firm grip on my arms. I’m pinned to the bed and gagged, so I can’t do much of anything. I whimper, and Malachi places the condom wrapped candle to my pussy.
Only his eyes are visible behind the mask, and he’s focused on my pussy as he slowly slides the condom covered candle inside me.
It’s narrow and tapered, but also hard and cold.
The sensation is overwhelming, and my pussy clamps down around it.
I whimper and squirm as he slides it in and out of me.
I’m so wet, I can feel my own arousal trickling out and dampening my thighs.
Malachi increases his pace, fucking me harder, and Cain places his thumb against my clit.
The contact sends fresh sparks of arousal through me, and I cry out against the cloth in my mouth.
But just as I’m about to climax, Mal slides the candle out of me. I bark a muffled sob and slump against the mattress.
He looks around. “What else can we fuck her with?” He’s sounds like a man possessed, and all I can see is a future of various items being used on me, until he’s sated whatever this need is. Not that I’m complaining.
He gets off the bed and stalks to my dressing table, rifling through the items. He selects one and brandishes it.
“The end of her hairbrush will work,” he says from behind his mask.
He hands the candle over to Cain.
“Fuck her in the ass with it,” Mal hisses, his breathing growing ragged. “I’ll take her pussy with the end of the hairbrush.”
I suck in a breath through my nose. They’re going to fuck me with both objects at once, one in each hole.
Malachi rolls a new condom down over the handle of the hairbrush and then gets back in position.
“Look how wet you are, baby girl,” he moans. “Fuck, you’re dripping.”
Carefully, he pushes the hairbrush handle inside me. It’s far wider and thicker than the candle, and I stretch around it. I lift my hips, simultaneously wanting more and being unsure how much I can take. My pussy throbs, and Cain rubs tiny circles on my clit.
The men had all gone to bed in their boxer shorts, so they’re bare chested. The material of their shorts does nothing to hide their erections, but none of them are touching themselves. They’re completely focused on me.
I struggle a little, pulling on my hands and legs, but they hold me firm. I’m spreadeagled for them.
“Fuck her ass, Cain,” Mal commands.
He lets out a rumbling growl. “Happy to.”
The tip of the candle presses to my asshole.
I squirm and moan against the gag. Cain uses a little of the lube on the tip then tries again.
This time, the head of the candle penetrates me, and I squeal, but it comes out as a muffled moan due to the gag, thank God.
I really don’t want Daisy to come up here and see this depravity; she’d never recover.
The candle pushing its way into my ass is so unforgiving.
It’s hard and long, and I can’t quite comprehend the sensations.
Mal plays with my clit now, and both he and Cain stare between my legs as Cain fucks me in the ass with the candle.
Now I have two inanimate objects inside me, and hungry, lust-filled eyes watching from behind the masks.
It’s so fucked up and depraved, but my orgasm is building.
They fuck me agonizingly slowly, clearly enjoying the way my body takes the items. Their erections are tenting their shorts.
I want to see them, to watch their cocks grow longer and harder as their arousal builds.
Roman unties the gag from the back of my head.
“I’m silencing you with my cock now,” he says.
He swings his leg across my chest, then angles his hips to bring his cock directly in front of my mouth. He uses his knees to pin down my arms and grips my hair in his hand. He lifts my head slightly and pushes the head of his cock to my lips.
“Open up, sweetheart. I’m fucking your throat.”
Obediently, I do. I’m lost in the feelings happening between my thighs. Roman can use my mouth however he wants. I’m high on sensations and a willing slave to them.
Mal and Cain have pulled their cocks from the inside of their boxer shorts and are playing with themselves while they play with me. They’re still wearing their masks, too, and the whole experience is just so erotic, I think I might lose my mind.
Roman’s cock slides over my tongue, hitting the back of my throat.
He’s thick and hard and musky, the taste of him coating my tongue.
He’s taking no prisoners. His expression is fierce despite his injuries.
His hips jerk back and forth as he fucks my mouth and throat.
I gag and choke, tears filling my eyes, but my orgasm is building.
I no longer need a piece of material to keep me quiet.
Cain jams the hairbrush in deep, and my pussy pulses. I arch my hips from the bed, groaning around Roman’s cock.
Hot cum splatters across my thighs and stomach. Cain curses from behind his mask, and then I hear Malachi groan, “Oh, fuck.”
I come hard, but I can’t cry out. Instead, I gurgle and choke around Roman’s cock as pleasure spasms through me. He hisses air over his teeth, and a stream of cum spurts down my throat. He’s already so deep that I don’t even get the chance to swallow.
He softens and slides out of my mouth, his hold on my hair releasing. He climbs off my wrists, then picks up my right hand and massages my lower arm, then does the same with the left one.
Mal and Cain remove the hairbrush and candle from my body. They toss the used condoms in the trash as Malachi pads to the bathroom and returns with a warm damp washcloth to wipe me down. They wipe my skin clean and massage my limbs, until I’m floating away on a blissful wave of endorphins.
“What a good girl,” Cain says, gazing down at me from behind the mask. “You can sleep now.”
Cleaned up and sated, they redress me and pull the bedcovers back over my body. I’m snuggled in and warm and rested as Roman curls beside me, fitting his body against my back. The door clicks as Cain and Mal slip out of the room and head back downstairs.
I close my eyes. It’s like I was visited in the night by three sex demons. They’ve left me content, and now I know I will sleep.