Chapter 7 Lana
LANA
THEN
They hold me down as straps are tightened around my ankles, wrists, thighs, and then my back.
“I’m sorry!” I cry, trying to get away. “I’m sorry!”
I hear the crack before I feel the white-hot pain of a palm striking my ass.
“Silence, 127,” one of them says. “One more word, and you will be gagged for the duration of your punishment.”
I bite my lip, struggling to keep quiet as they part my legs.
I don’t even remember what my infraction was. Did I speak out of turn? Respond too slowly to an order?
Or is this one of those punishments that are doled out just to keep us in line?
Gloved fingers splay me open.
I close my eyes, but it doesn’t block out the pain as one of them shoves his fingers into me.
“You like that, whore?” he asks. He fucks me with two fingers, then with three.
I hold back my cry as I stretch painfully around the intrusion.
I breathe a sigh of relief when it doesn’t last too long, but when gloved hands pull on my bottom cheeks, exposing me completely, I tense.
Cold lube.
A finger prodding at my back entrance.
Then something hard, larger.
I clench, but it doesn’t stop the intrusion.
“Let the nozzle in, 127.”
I can’t relax, but they shove the nozzle into me anyway. As it breaches my tight ring of muscles, a wave of pain washes over me.