Chapter 12
CHAPTER
TWELVE
TROY
“Hey baby. Look how sexy you are. Is that cock all for me?”
“Ella?” I mumble, still half asleep. I came home early from the bar tonight. Coach Freedman wanted us to team build through hanging out, but Ella wouldn’t stop blowing up my phone.
It was worse when I finally picked up and she heard I was in a bar. I knew Coach wouldn’t mind if I cut out early, and I let my roommate know before I left. It would be nice if she was surprising me to make up for hounding me.
She doesn’t understand that team building is important to our performance on and off the ice. If we’re not in sync, we’ll sink. This is the cheesy shit Coach Freedman loves to remind us of, but it works.
“Yes. God, please don’t be a two pump chump. I want to enjoy this.”
Huh? Groaning, I shift in my sleep, but find I can’t move very well. I’m confused and groggy.
“Shit. Shh. You’re okay. It’s Ella. Feel my mouth and know it’s your wife.”
A warm wetness circles my crown, and I sigh as she begins to suck on my dick. I went to sleep in my boxers, but she must have pulled them down.
Everything feels fuzzy and odd. A low moan is pulled from me as she drags her tongue down the underside of my shaft in a way Ella doesn’t.
She usually is a get in and get out kind of omega.
She’s willing to deepthroat my cock until I come but she doesn’t enjoy drawing things out.
Sometimes, I don’t think she enjoys touching me.
“That’s it, baby. I’m going to hop on and ride your cock now. Oh yeah. This is going to be so good.”
Her hands drag over my lower stomach before she palms my cock, and she uses her slick to help her movements. My hips jut up slightly as she lines my cock up with her entrance, and I gasp as she slides down my shaft. Her cunt is tight and wet, and my eyes finally open to find…
“The fuck?!” I yell, trying to grab the omega currently bouncing on my cock that’s not my wife.
She’s got bad, bottle blonde extensions, fake tits, and a fake tan.
I can’t raise my head very much because something is keeping me from doing that and she grins in triumph.
The omega lifts a roll of duct tape and tears off a piece with a shrug as she rolls her hips to drive my cock further into her pussy.
“I’ll do all the work,” she giggles, leaning forward and shoving my jaw closed forcefully before she applies the tape to my mouth.
“Don’t you worry, baby. There will be extra points if you get me off, but I understand if my pussy is just too good for you to last. I’ve heard hockey players don’t have great stamina. ”
She adds a few more strips of tape, and as I whip my head from side to side, I see I’m covered in the shit.
“You can even pretend I’m your wife. Whatever it takes to get you to come inside me, baby. I saw that you’ve been on the road a lot. I bet you have a lot of spunk for me since you’re not fucking your wife.”
I’m screaming and bucking my hips in horror, but she simply rises and falls on my cock as if I’m fucking her. I don’t want this…I don’t.
God! Why did I leave early and how did I not know this isn’t my wife?!
Help! Fuck, get off me! My cock doesn’t want this, and neither do I. Ahh!
My eyes snap open at the same time in my dream when my coach let himself into my room and saved me with his daughter during my real life experience of this. God, I’m so damn tired of reliving my past over and over again.
Breathing hard, I lift my hands and remind myself I’m not duct taped to my bed by a crazed fan who wanted me to fuck a baby into her. Experimentally, I scrub my face as if in search of phantom duct tape and listen to Easton’s breathing beside me to remind myself of where I am.
Shit, I’m surprised I didn’t wake someone up.
I have no idea what time it is, but sleep isn’t going to return tonight.
Pulling in another slow breath, I focus on the feel of Easton’s arm around my waist as I turn to my side and smile slightly as I see Silas is laying on Lyle’s chest as he sleeps.
These men are so multifaceted, and I feel honored I’m now privy to their private moments.
“Are you okay?” Easton asks sleepily, his breath blowing along my ear.
“I had a night—”
Before I can get the rest of the word out, a scream pierces the night. Lyle and Silas flinch as they sit up almost as one and shake the sleep out of their eyes.
My heart pounds for an entirely different reason as I sit up and crawl off the giant couch, knowing there’s something wrong with Alisa. My alphas move as one behind me, and we jog through the house toward her room.
I can hear Dr. Walsh speaking to her as I walk into a room awash in lamp light, but Alisa is twisting and turning in her sleep restlessly.
“Seems like it’s the night for bad dreams,” I murmur, coming closer.
“She scared the fuck out of me when I woke up to this,” Dr. Walsh breathes. “Alisa, open your eyes. You’re safe. Wake up, please.”
“How long has she been like this?” East asks quietly.
“She started whimpering twenty minutes ago before the screaming started,” he says. “I’m going to remove her IV to keep her from tearing it out. She’s fighting something only she can see.”
“I know that feeling well,” I grumble. “I heard her scream.”
“Alisa,” Lyle says as we crowd around the bed. “You’re safe. It’s just us and Doc Walsh. Can you open your eyes, please?”
“Tell us how silly we are for chasing a scream,” Silas says. “Remind us we’re old and should be in bed.”
“You’re confusing Alisa for me,” the doctor snorts, pressing a cotton ball against the IV site as he pulls it out. Noticing my gaze, he shrugs. “I’ll give her antibiotics in pill form to keep the infection down and push her to drink more. If I need to go back to the IV, I will.”
“No!” Alisa screams. “Please, please no!”
“You’re going to kill those men with us tomorrow,” Silas says, his fingers pushing her hair off her face as she tears at the sheets with her fingers. “If we need to load her into a wheelchair to do it, we will. Slaying her nightmares in real life seems like something we can all get behind.”
“It wouldn’t hurt,” Dr. Walsh says, wrapping a compression bandage around Alisa’s arm. “I’m hoping it’ll speed up her healing as well once the alphas who tried to bond her are dead. Keep trying to wake her up. I’m a little worried we’ll just have to ride it out though.”
Huddling around her, we continue to speak to her, but it's not working. None of us have enough of a connection with her to pull her out.
“Do you think Coach would be pissed if I missed tomorrow’s game?” I grumble.
“We’ll fly you home so you can participate and then go back,” Lyle grunts. “What the fuck else do we have money for? You’re not going to miss things with us anymore, Troy.”
“When you’re us, you can schedule murder,” Easton smirks. “Alisa, wake up so you can tease Troy with us. You’re so damn strong, show us how you fight.”
I’ll gladly take a little teasing if it means she’s awake and no longer struggling with whatever she’s dreaming about.
Alisa, open your eyes!
ALISA
“A. I’m going to push this inside your pussy,” Dr. Reach says, showing me a probe.
My breathing is fast and reedy, because none of my sessions with him are pain free.
“Mr. James is in the facility and wants to see results, Alisa. You’ve been with us for four months, and everything has led to a dead end.” His voice is full of disappointment and anger.
I don’t know how to do what he wants! If I did, I would, but I’m less than two years away from finding out my designation. This isn’t natural!
I can’t say any of these things because I’m muzzled like a damn dog. There’s a piece of leather also pushed between my lips and teeth to muffle my screams. Dr. Reach says he prefers to see my tears than hear me.
I don’t like that my pain makes him happy. This is wrong. Yet, I know it doesn’t matter. People have been using me since I was kidnapped from my home for their own purposes, and I thought I was going to break apart when I had my virginity roughly taken from me.
I was told by my first owner that I was sold for a very high amount of money and I owed him a good time. I didn’t know anything about sex outside of what was taught in my health class, and that didn’t prepare me at all for what happened.
Knots hurt. Especially when you’re a virgin.
It’s hard not to think about that as two guards pull open my thighs as I sit up in an examination chair. It’s completely adjustable, but something inside me doubts the arm, leg, and ankle restraints came with the contraption.
I shake my head, begging Dr. Reach not to hurt me with my eyes. I’m not wearing any clothes, and he sits on a rolling stool between my legs without any gloves. Shouldn’t he be wearing them?
So many random thoughts tinged with fear and hysteria fill my mind as I sob, knowing this is going to hurt badly. Every time he touches me, it always does. He’s trained me to know that he’s not a safe person to be around.
No one who comes into my life is. Not anymore.
His fingers probe my private parts before he pushes the probe past my lips. The stretch is uncomfortable, and he merely smirks. There’s a handle he’s holding as the large probe disappears inside of me, and his eyes are glued to it.
“Make me look good,” he breathes, his eyes moving to a two-way mirror on the other side of the room. “Shift over a little, Boris, so the boss can see. You’re going to be good for me, A, right? Don’t close your legs.”
I know it won’t help me to fight him. I’ve learned a lot about Dr. Reach over the months I’ve been here.
He has forced me to watch videos where he rapes the girls and boys in the center while he does shit to my brain.
It’ll be a few minutes of electrocuting me, and then he’ll allow me to catch my breath while I watch.
The guards palm their cocks through their pants with a smirk as they watch the television, and they talk about how much someone cried while Dr. Reach fucked the person. It’s supposed to arouse me, but it hasn’t.