Page 85 of Cedarwood Cabin

“Spread your legs.”

“No…Please. No more.”

I don’t know how much more of this torment my body can take.

“That sounds like you're begging…” Dax says with satisfaction.

“Spread your legs now,” Lyka growls.

My legs shake as I spread them apart. Lyka steps forward, and he crouches at my already abused pussy, positioning the phallus at the entrance. “That's a good girl,” he murmurs.

He begins to push the phallus inside of me and I let out a sob. My pussy involuntarily clenches around it. Dax stands behind me, his hands trailing down my back. He reaches my hips, holding me steady as Lyka continues to push the phallus deeper. “You’re taking it so well,” Dax whispers.

Lyka finally stops, the phallus fully embedded inside me. I can feel every inch of it inside me. Dax’s hands roam all over me as one floats down to my clit, rubbing slow and deliberate circles.

“Orgasm, Flora. Let go. Show us who you really belong to,” Lyka says in a low, cruel voice.

I can’t hold back any longer. My body convulses with a scream as the orgasm rips through me. Lyka pulls the phallus out of me as Dax releases me from the chains and I collapse, my legs unable to support me any longer. Dax catches me and holds me.

“Open that pretty mouth,” Lyka orders.

My eyes flutter open, heavy with exhaustion and pain. Lyka looms over me. He lifts the phallus, now slick with all of our juices. “Taste the Faulkner brothers’ cum,” he growls, his voice full of sadistic pleasure.

I taste the saltiness mingling with the hard texture of the wood. I feel ashamed, but I comply, licking weakly.

“Does our cum taste good?” Dax asks, petting my hair.

“Mhmm,” I say, my eyes struggling to stay open.

Eventually, Lyka removes the phallus from my mouth and I feel relief just for a moment. He lifts my chin with his hand, making me raise my eyes to meet his.

“No more. Please. I beg of you,” I mumble, my voice barely audible.

“Say it again.”

“I’m,” I gasp, “begging you,” I cry.

Dax steps around me until his face is mere inches away from mine. “That’s more like it,” he says, caressing the side of my face. “Now you know your place, flower.”

Lyka's grip tightens on my chin, “You’re ours, Flora. There is no escape from the Faulkners. No one else can have you. No one else can save you.”

His hands trail down my body, fingers brushing over the marks they’ve left on my skin. “You’ve been such a good girl. That’s what we like…”

I am utterly broken as I hang my head. My spirit is crushed under their ruthless domination. They have taken everything away from me: freedom, dignity, and my body. They’ve broken me.

I belong to them now.

TWENTY-ONE

FLORA

My thighs sting, my ass is bruised, and my pussy is swollen as I lie in bed. I hear the door open, the sound making me flinch. I glance over and see Dax standing in the doorway.

“When I get out of here…I’m sending you my therapy bill.”

Dax walks over to the bed, scoffing. I can feel his stare, but I refuse to look at him.

“You better get me Plan B again,” I demand.

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