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Masculine grunts and groans echoed throughout the room along with feminine screams and moans. I was grateful I did not have to service anyone tonight aside from Mason. I couldn’t imagine anything worse than taking one of these horrible old men in my mouth or behind.

A sudden shiver went through me as it occurred to me how rebellious I’d become. A few months ago, I wouldn’t have dared to have such defiant thoughts, and I would have done whatever the men told me to do. It would have hurt, but I didn’t know any better back then. I didn’t know some men could be different.

Like Mason.

I looked over at a woman strapped to a cross, her face crumpled with anguish as her husband lashed at her back with a whip between thrusts from behind. She was suffering. I wished she could experience the exquisite kind of pain Mason had introduced me to in the Penance Rooms instead. The kind that stung but quickly transformed into a sharp-edged pleasure, followed by a rush so wonderful that it felt like I’d risen out of the shelter and landed on the silvery clouds above.

That was the only pain we deserved to feel.

A moment later, I spotted Mason with a group of men on the edge of the room. My nipples immediately tightened beneath my dress as arousal flooded my body. No matter what he did to me tonight, it wouldn’t be easy to pretend I was in terrible pain. Not when he always made everything feel so good.

When he spotted me, he strode over to me, a dark look on his face. “On your knees,” he growled.

I did as he said. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see a few of the Elders watching us with interest. If Mason was even remotely kind to me, they would report this back to my father, and he might be forced to leave New Eden for not conforming to our ways. That meant he needed to be tough. Dominant. Lay claim to me so roughly that no one dared question his presence in my life.

He unzipped his pants and brought out his cock. It was already thick and hard with need, and I felt myself growing even wetter between the legs at the sight of it. I feigned an expression of abject fear, still painfully aware of the Elders’ eyes on us.

Mason slapped my cheeks with his cock, and I let out a moan.

“Open your mouth,” he ordered.

I did as he said, and before I could even prepare myself, he shoved his way in, stuffing his length right to the back of my throat. My eyes began to water as I tried my best to open my throat and let him thrust deeper, and his fingers curled in my hair, holding my head so I couldn’t move.

“You’re going to get my cock nice and wet,” he growled down at me. “Good girl. Just like that.”

He kept rocking his hips back and forth, pounding into my mouth, driving his cock deeper and deeper until I was almost gagging, long ropes of saliva coating every inch of him. I hated doing this with the other men, but with Mason, I actually enjoyed it. I loved the way he took control of me and used my mouth for his pleasure. I knew he was also helping me. Once I’d done this for long enough, his cock would be well-lubricated, and it wouldn’t hurt as much when he thrust inside other parts of me.

“That’s enough,” he muttered a moment later, pulling out of my mouth with a wet popping sound. “Lift your dress and turn over.”

I did as he said. He moved behind me, eliciting a gasp from my mouth as one hand came down on my buttocks in a hard slap. “Gonna fuck your ass now,” he murmured, spreading my cheeks wide and exposing every intimate part of me.

“Yes, Mason,” I murmured.

“You need to do something for me. Reach under the front of that dress and touch your clit when I start. Don’t make it obvious. No one can know you’re doing it.”

“Yes, Mason,” I repeated. It was hard for me to stay in place; I was trembling so much with nerves and anticipation. He held me down, fingertips roughly digging into me.

One hand moved to the only hole he hadn’t had yet, circling around the puckered entrance. I let out a moan when his finger tried to slide inside and immediately met resistance. “Don’t worry, baby girl,” he muttered so that only I could hear. “I told you, this is gonna be good for you. Just relax your ass. Open up for me.”

I tried my hardest to relax all my muscles as his finger slid up and down my crack again. Then I felt his cock there, dripping strings of saliva on me. He rubbed it up and down before pressing it right against my hole, slowly forcing the tip in.

I cried out, my eyes squeezing shut as spikes of pain slammed through my system. I didn’t have to fake it like I thought I would. This hurt more than anything.

“Touch yourself,” Mason grunted. “Now.”

I reached beneath my skirt and did as he said, finding the throbbing bud between my legs and rubbing it in frantic circles. Mason rewarded me with a hard pinch on my ass cheeks, something I usually liked, but I barely registered it as he forced his cock deeper inside. It hurt. It hurt so badly.

I bit the inside of my mouth so hard I drew blood, and I let out a whimper of real fear as Mason thrust deeper still. What if he liked this too much? What if he decided he liked putting me in terrible pain like all the other men here?

What if he turned into one of them?

“Come on, baby girl,” he muttered, assuaging my fears. “Keep going.”

One hand moved to my throat. He pretended to choke me for the benefit of our malevolent observers, but his touch was gentle, his soft fingertips a welcome distraction from the painful violation of his cock pushing into me. I relaxed, letting him caress me, and finally my body opened up to him.

“Oh…” I closed my eyes and let out a moan as an exhilarating buzz stirred deep in my belly. It still hurt, but it felt good too. Just like in the Penance Room, when Mason spanked me and twisted my nipples. A perfect synthesis of pleasure and pain.

I let him fuck me slowly, his cock slipping into my tight puckered hole until I let out another broken moan of bliss. He brought his hand down on my behind in another slap, and my eyes flew open as I gasped.

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