Page 9 of Líadan's Code

“She’s certainly tight enough to be a virgin, though a bit dry,” she says wryly as she continues to pump her fingers inside of me. I don’t want this, but my body is reacting in ways I’ve never experienced.

“There we go, pet. Are you feeling a bit of heaviness deep inside? I can see how much you hate this, but fuck is it making me wet.”

Pulling out her fingers, I can see they’re glistening slightly as she sucks on them.

“The girl will do nicely,” she calls out, dropping her hand to her side. “Did I win? I could do such delicious things to break her.”

Daddy chuckles as he glances over at Cormac who nods.

“Shane is our winner,” he says gruffly. “Do you want her strapped to the table or the cross, Sir?”

“I like the cross, myself,” the man says, stepping forward. He’s tall, with muscles everywhere you could imagine, but I know better than to think he’s handsome. While his hair is blonde, the scruff along his face at a passing glance would make you look twice, his dead gaze scares the shit out of me.

“My son can take her mouth while I take her virginity. With that contraption, he won’t even need to worry about teeth!”

Everyone around him snorts as if that’s the worst thing that could happen to anyone. The gag won’t allow me to bite, and I can’t close my mouth. Even my tongue is pushed back uncomfortably. I can’t bring myself to care, because I have a feeling the rest of tonight will be much worse.

Pushing me forward, my guard moves me toward a cross that they’re moving into the middle of the room. I’ve heard of the St. Andrew’s crosses because Daddy owns a sex club. One day I was curious and I researched what went on in them. I’ve also read a few romance books with them, but this appears different than what I’ve read about.

The guard holds me tightly against the cross with his hand on my neck and hip, the wood ice cold against my skin as my ankles are secured. I fight to keep them from getting a good grip, but they’re so much stronger than me.

My guard makes me see stars as he cuffs me behind the ears. I gasp as the world whirls around me, and the two men quickly finish their tasks.

I’m held tightly against the cross by my wrists and ankles by the restraints, fully on display. Hands touch, smack my skin, and grope me as my breaths come faster. I’m having a panic attack.

No one will help me, this is going to happen. Brendan is far away, and will never get to me in time.

Still, the tears won’t come as a man who looks a lot like a younger version of Shane stands before me, and the cross is moved so the crowd gets a good side view of my body. Wrapping his hand in my hair, he fists it as he yanks me forward. My arms feel hyperextended as I’m bent almost in half, making me scream in discomfort.

“Oh, she screams prettily, doesn’t she, son?” Shane asks as I hear the distinct sound of a zipper being pulled down.

“For as much as you bought her for, she better,” his son grunts and he releases his cock from his pants.

It’s the first one I’ve ever seen this close, and I curse the universe for doing this to me. I should have begged Brendan to have sex with me as my birthday present. My father would have killed me, but my soul is dying anyway as I struggle to get Shane’s son’s hand to slip from my hair. There’s nowhere to escape to, but at least I can say I still fought.

That has to count for something.

“Get on with it, Cael,” Shane says, barking out a laugh as he rubs his cock along my core. I’m still so dry, I know this is going to hurt. Cael lazily strokes his cock as he smirks, pulling me closer until he can smear pre-cum over my lips.

I can’t taste it, which is a small mercy, but any grace ends as Shane thrusts his cock inside of my pussy, making me scream.

Cael whoops as he forces his cock through the latex, holding my mouth open, grunting as he fucks my throat. I feel as if I’m both drowning and burning alive from the pain as they fuck me.

I’m gagging on Cael’s cock due to inexperience, but I don’t think he cares, as he simply groans and forces me to swallow him down.

Shane’s cock is huge, and my vagina feels as if it’s being torn apart as he forces himself inside of me. I hear moaning all around me, though I can’t see anything since my nose is buried against Cael’s pelvis.

Breathing doesn’t seem very important during a blow job apparently. The two of them use me until they come hard, the feeling of being filled up with their cum, drowning me in shame.

As soon as they step back once they're done, someone else continues to take their place, until I’m forced to untether myself from reality. The pain is still there, I just can’t allow myself to be Líadan anymore.

Brendan’s Lía is weak, sad, and pathetic. I need to be better than this, because if this doesn’t kill me, I can never allow it to happen again.

Just as I sag against the cross in exhaustion, listless and on the verge of passing out, Daddy raises his hand in the air. The bastard stood there the entire time and fucking watched, despite his injuries.

“As much fun as I know you’re all having, I believe I’ve made my point,” Daddy says, walking closer to me.

His hand grabs my hair once he’s close enough, yanking it back until I can meet the gaze of the devil. Leaning forward until his lips are firmly against the shell of my ear, he continues to wreck my world.

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