Page 4 of Ruining Vanessa

“I don’t have to. But sometimes I want to.” Giulio winks at me, then leads me to the guest room, and I don’t have time to worry about trains—or reptiles.

I recoil when I see the dog crate again. Slayer had left me alone in there for hours at a time, only letting me out to use the bathroom and for training sessions. It was worse than even the small cell at Ntimacy, because at least at Ntimacy, I could hear the noise of the club even when I was locked up.

There’s nothing at all here, just my own thoughts and the dread about what they’ll do to me next.

Giulio ignores the crate and pulls me toward a padded bench. Slayer had brought that in last night, but I hadn’t paid much attention to it. Now that I’m right in front of it, I can see the leather straps on the sides, and the way it’s angled so one side is higher than the other.

A breeding bench.

I tremble as I crawl after Giulio, but the collar tugs at my neck as I slow down. I don’t want to go anywhere near it, but they don’t give me a choice.

“C’mon, girl,” Giulio says, and I should not appreciate being called ‘girl’ instead of it as much as I do. “Right up here.” He unclips my leash and nudges me toward the bench, even offering a hand to help me get up on it.

Slayer watches with keen interest. His cock is still out, and he strokes it slowly. “Fuck, it looks hot up there,” he says. He strolls over, grabbing one of my wrists once I’m on top of it and pulling the strap taut before securing it into place. I don’t know why he’s bothering. It’s not like there’s anywhere for me to go. They’d only grab me and force me back onto it anyway.

But as he tightens the straps, I realize it’s partially to keep me from sliding down. It braces me so my hips are lifted and my ass is in the air—probably the perfect height for them to take me.

I choke back a sob, but I can’t help but wonder why I’m bothering to try to hide it. They already know how humiliating this is for me. They have to know they’re going to evoke tears for their efforts.

They probably want it.

“How’s that?” Slayer asks when he’s done binding my wrists, ankles, and waist to the bench. I want to believe he’s asking me, but I know better. He strokes one of my ass cheeks then slaps it almost playfully. “Doesn’t it look good like this?”

Still with the it. Still with the dehumanization.

God, I hate them both.

Giulio snorts in amusement. “Pretty hot, yeah. A purebred bitch like this, you’ll want her having lots of puppies for you. You have a sire in mind?” He strokes his cock through his jeans as he speaks, making it pretty clear what he actually wants to do.

“Yeah, I might rent a stud, get somebody real pretty. You want to keep the lineage pure… or some shit like that. I don’t know what goes into dog breeding, Jules.”

Giulio laughs. Out of the corner of my eye, I can see him unbuttoning his pants. “You think I know? I know snakes, not dogs.”

I shudder at the mention of his pets.

“Okay, since Damien isn’t here to fuck the bitch, I guess one of us will have to do it,” Slayer says with a sneer. “Gotta make sure we come in its cunt and leave it there for a little while to let it take. Why isn’t Daddy Dearest here, anyway? I’m surprised he didn’t spooge just thinking about the bitch on the bench.”

I’m grateful Damien isn’t there. One less person to use me, to degrade me… It’s a small mercy, but I’ll take it.

“You into daddy kink now?” Giulio pulls his cock out and thumbs the tip. “And Damien’s in Benton right now, trying to sort a few messes, kick a few people into line. Don’t worry, I have his full blessing to knock up our bitch and sire some purebred pups.” He bursts out laughing. “Could you imagine Damien telling me no, I have to hold back and not come inside Vanessa?”

Slayer laughs too, dropping his pants and stepping out of them. “That’ll be a cold day in hell. I’m surprised he didn’t forbid me from fucking her while she’s here. I take it that was your work?”

Her. Finally. It shouldn’t be this much of a relief, but them being so distant is so much worse than the usual.

“He agreed she was safest here while we updated the security at Ntimacy. We can’t control your cock in the meantime.” Giulio ruffles my hair again. “You miss him, Mama? I know Slayer’s cock—”

“Don’t fucking say it,” Slayer growls.

“I know neither Slayer’s nor my cock compares to Damien’s monster, but we still give you a good time, right?” Giulio sounds far too amused.

It’s still better than when he’d stared at me with icy eyes.

I shudder, focusing on the fact that they’re being… as kind as they’re capable of being. Fuck, I should not be giving them credit for this! They’re not even decent human beings when they’re being nice. But here I am, giving them all sorts of leeway because it feels better than being treated like trash. Like nothing. Even being treated like a broodmare—or a prized bitch—is better than that.

“C’mon, he asked you a question,” Slayer prompts when I don’t immediately answer. “You still like it when we make you come, don’t you? And we always make you come.” He pauses, then amends, “Well, there was the one time after the cop died, but I was running late for work.” He snickers. “At the police station.”

He’s been rubbing in my failed attempt to run in my face the entire time I’ve been here. As if I could forget it, especially not with the tracker embedded in my back. Every time I move, I can still feel the small twinge of pain from where they’d injected it.

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