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I flinch. Usable. It’s not the kindest word, but then again, what about Hunter lately has really been kind?

Drake pulls out a dildo from the box, but I can’t get a good look at it. “So plain,” he says with a sigh. “I need to get you some better toys. Me and Chase will buy you some early Christmas presents to use on your pretty little living sex doll here.”

Living sex doll.

God, I hate this man.

“Here. This is the best one you have.” He tosses the dildo over to Hunter, and my eyes widen when I see just how large the toy is. And despite what Drake had said, the dildo isn’t plain. It has several large indentations, making it look like several increasingly large bulbs stacked on top of each other.

Hunter comes closer to me and taps the dildo against my ass.

My hands tremble, and it takes extreme effort not to let go of myself and close my legs.

“Her cunt will look good stretched out around this,” Hunter says, sliding the dildo between my ass cheeks. “Chase, did you want to add anything?”

“Hmm. One sec.” Chase gets up and leaves, which confuses me. We can all hear him opening the fridge and one of its drawers.

“We are not doing anything that will get my furniture dirty,” Hunter says loud enough for Chase to hear.

I whimper, and Drake smirks at me. I avert my eyes, not wanting to see the cruelty in his expression.

I hear another drawer open, and a few sounds I don’t recognize. I hold my breath. With my luck, it’s a cucumber or something equally horrible.

“Don’t worry! This isn’t messy!” Chase returns, but I still can’t see him or what he’s holding.

Drake and Hunter both make approving sounds, though.

“That’s acceptable.” Hunter squeezes my ass cheek. “Which one first?”

I look up over my shoulder at Hunter, pleading with him not to do whatever he’s about to do to me. I know it’s not going to make any difference though. He’s going to do it anyway, making sure to humiliate me in front of his friends, making me service these men… then he’s probably going to throw me away again until he’s ready to hurt me some more.

I can’t help the sob that escapes me.

“Haven’t even done anything and she’s already crying?” Drake asks, chuckling.

“Yes. She cries a lot,” Hunter says, and there’s a hint of something in his voice that I can’t parse. He’s probably just aroused.

Or maybe it’s starting to piss him off. I don’t know.

“What do you think?” Drake muses. “Dildo first? Or do you want to see her crying when you shove that cock inside her pretty little pussy?”

“Definitely the dildo first,” Chase says. “I have to finish shaping this, anyway.”

Hunter huffs softly. “If it gets lost, I have the tools to retrieve it.”

Retrieve it? Retrieve what?

No. No, no, no. I don’t want this. I don’t want any of this.

But I’m not going to say that aloud. I wouldn’t dare, not to Hunter when he’s alone after all that’s happened, and definitely not in front of his friends.

Hunter pushes the dildo against my cunt, and I whine. I’m not wet at all, and I’m so tense, but of course that doesn’t stop Hunter. He spreads my cunt wider and begins forcing the dildo into me.

The strange bulbous depressions mean that I have a small moment of relief that it’s “in,” only Hunter keeps pushing, and my cunt gets stretched wider again. The rigid silicone rubs against my insides in such a way that my body does start to lubricate itself, and I hate it.

My body isn’t meant to betray me like this.

It never has before. Not with Dylan, not with any of the men at Ntimacy.

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