9. Chapter 9
Chapter 9
Martina
I sabella’s favorite opera was Puccini’s Turandot . When I was younger and distressed or couldn’t fall asleep because there might be monsters under my bed, my sister would sing the libretto.
Là sui monti dell’Est la cicogna cantò.
Ma l’april non rifiorì, ma la neve non sgelò.
Dal deserto al mar non odi tu mille voci sospirar:
“Principessa, scendi a me! Tutto fiorirà, tutto splenderà!” Ah!
Most people’s favorite part of the opera is the aria “Nessun Dorma,” but I favor this melody. Found throughout the opera, it definitely evokes the feeling of ancient China .
More importantly to me, it makes me feel like Isabella is with me. Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad to join her, to be reunited with my whole family. The thought is very enticing as I continue to softly sing in my cage. Thanks to Vincent, my life has become a living hell. If I could be with Isabella—
The sound of a door slamming open startles me. It’s Vincent, with Reggie and Cho behind him.
Please, no more waterboarding!
Vincent glares at me as if he wants to set me on fire with his eyes. “Don’t ever sing that song again.”
I stare at him, dumbfounded. Is he psycho?
“I didn’t say you could fucking sing,” he seethes.
Did he storm in here because I was singing? What the fuck? I’ve never heard from anyone that Vincent had a screw loose, but what else explains this craziness?
“Did you fucking hear me?!”
His anger leaves me at a loss for words .
He turns to Reggie. “Get her out of there.”
Oh no.
“I heard, I heard,” I quickly say as Reggie unlocks the cage and hauls me out.
I don’t know why I struggle. Reggie’s ten times stronger than me. But I think Vincent might be unhinged.
Vincent grabs my cheeks. Looking into his eyes, I see he still has his senses behind all that rage.
“We’re going to stuff this mouth of yours to be sure you can’t sing,” he snarls.
Mio Dio . What is he going to do?
He turns to Cho. “Gag her with the spider gag.”
What’s that? It sounds bad, but probably not as bad as waterboarding. Cho walks up, holding some metal contraption with a central ring with legs extending from it. While Reggie holds me, Vincent pinches my nose shut and pulls down my jaw. Cho shoves the metal ring into my mouth and secures the leather band of the gag around my head. With the device in place, I’m unable to close my mouth.
Grabbing rope, Vincent bends my arms behind me and ties my forearms together. It’s a lot more uncomfortable than having one’s wrists bound behind them. He pushes me down on my knees and looks me over.
He runs his thumb along one of the metal legs protruding from my mouth. “You make such a pretty little fuck doll, pet.”
I’m pretty much at eye level with his crotch, and I know what the bulge there means. I also know what the spider gag is for even though I’ve never seen one till now.
Vincent nods at Reggie. “Why don’t you loosen her up for me?”
“Sure, Boss,” Reggie replies, unzipping his pants.
He steps in front of me, rubbing his cock to hardness.
I hate this. I’m helpless with no choice but to accept what he’s about to force into me.
His eyes glint with lascivious lust as he holds his hardened member inches away from my opening. Instinctively, I turn away, but he grabs my hair. Despite the shortness of my locks, he holds me in place as he slides his cock into the ring. I taste the saltiness of his precum on my tongue and try not to gag.
He pumps his hips while his free hand paws a breast. “Want me to come in her, Boss?”
“As much as possible,” Vincent replies as he watches on, stone-faced. His rage seems to have dissipated, but that doesn’t make him any less dangerous.
Reggie’s thrusts grow more forceful. As he reaches his climax, he groans and shoves himself in deeper. I start to choke even before his seed spills into my mouth. He bucks several times more before withdrawing.
“Oh, man,” he breathes. “Thanks, Boss.”
His cum, mixed with my drool, drips slowly from my mouth onto my chest.
“Your turn,” Vincent tells Cho.
My stomach knots with disgust at how degrading it is to be used like this, but at least it’s better than waterboarding .
Cho isn’t as gentle as Reggie and opts for speed. I don’t know if it’s for my benefit or his. It’s harder to take but doesn’t last as long. His cum tastes a little spicy compared to Reggie’s. I try to let it run out of my mouth.
Vincent steps in front of me. This is going to be the worst one of all. My heart beats faster. When he pulls out his cock, I catch the scent of his bare skin. Warmth stirs in me.
It’s because he’s an Alpha, I tell myself. Reggie and Cho must be betas because my body didn’t react at all like this to them.
“When I come,” Vincent says to me, “you swallow it all. None of this drooling shit.”
I still have Reggie and Cho’s cum lining my tongue and the insides of my cheeks. I can’t decide if it’s worse having their cum in my mouth or my pussy. I guess the latter because if I’m in heat, my chances of getting pregnant are higher.
Vincent holds the back of my head with one hand and presses the tip of his cock to my tongue with the other. His motions are slow, drawing out my misery. He slides in deeper. I taste more of him, a different flavor from his bodyguards and one that makes me wet between the legs. I close my eyes, trying to find someplace else to be.
“Look at me while I fuck your mouth,” Vincent says, “or I’ll tape your eyelids open.”
I look into his gaze, swimming with lust, anger, and something else. I almost want to say…worry. But that doesn’t make any sense.
He forces his cock deeper, making me gag and sputter. I don’t want to look at Vincent as he rapes my mouth, but I do as he says. I just want to get this over with as soon as possible.
His motivation seems to be the opposite. At times he simply lets his cock rest on my tongue as my drool builds up. Meanwhile, the area between my legs get wetter and wetter.
He must catch the scent of my arousal because he smirks. “My pet likes being a cum receptacle.”
Reaching between my thighs, he gathers some of my moisture and studies how it glistens on his fingers. Withdrawing his cock, he wipes his fingers on my tongue.
“Like how good you taste?” he asks, pressing down hard on my tongue.
When he removes his fingers, he pauses. I see a vein in his neck throb. He shakes off whatever causes him to hesitate and resumes his fucking, pushing my head down over his cock and shoving himself into my throat. Tears slip from my eyes as I continuously choke. I try to relax, but he thrusts in earnest. I start struggling with my breath as my nose starts to run and spit steadily leaks from my mouth. The one upside of the spider gag is that it prevents his swollen knot from stretching my mouth and cutting off more oxygen.
“Remember to swallow,” he says before blowing his load into my mouth.
It’s hard to with my mouth open. Suppressing my gag and cough reflex, I try, but most of it dribbles onto my body.
Grabbing the hair at the top of my head, he forces my head back to look at him. His gaze takes in the tears, cum and spit. My nose has started to run, too.
A muscle along his jaw ripples. Gone is the anger and hate. He looks like he’s about to apologize.
But I think that’s my imagination because he releases me and says, “You didn’t swallow it all. Guess we’ll have to practice more later. Put her back in the cage.”
Reggie and Cho lock me in the cage without removing the spider gag. I lay on my side, my arms still bound, my mouth and throat sore. At least I get to close my eyes. More and more, I begin to imagine what it would be like to be with Isabella.