Page 57 of There's No Place Like Oz

“Talos, please—” Her voice trembled. Not an act. Honest fear.

I bit my lip as he climbed on top of her. He held her down with his weight channeled through his hands on her wrists. His expression was empty, while Dorothy was starting to panic. Sasha sat back in her chair with crossed legs and her hands folded in her lap, watching the scene like she was in the theatre.

“If you hurt her before we’ve killed them all…”

Talos closed his eyes and opened them again. No words flowed between us, but that was all the communication I needed. I relaxed in my restraints, unbothered by the Sa-Nakht that was feeling its way down my leg, and I kept my gaze locked in his.

“No need to be gentle, my Mountain. Tear her clothes off.” Sasha directed her own show. “If she fights too much, knock her out and keep going.”

A flicker of anger reflected in his silver eyes, but so long as Sasha was behind him, she wouldn’t pick up on his micro-expressions. He was safe to express himself to my eyes.

Dorothy, realizing she couldn’t stand up to the strength of either one of them, stopped thrashing, but tears still flowed freely down her cheeks. Neither of us could communicate anything to her, and I could only imagine what was going through her head in that moment. She didn’t know Talos like I did. She didn’t understand what was happening. If anything, she may have even truly believed he was back under the witch’s control. It’s not like she understood how we truly worked—that a slave doll’s free will was stolen via manipulation, but not by literal puppetry. And Talos had shirked off Sasha’s lies long ago.

Dorothy squeezed her eyes shut as Talos firmly grabbed her dress. He tore the material like it was a tissue. He removed her lacey panties with the same ease. Though he left her shoes. He couldn’t have taken them off her if he tried, and I was certain Sasha was well aware of that. She’d not said anything about them yet, but all of the witches knew exactly what they were looking at. Which was probably why Dorothy was the one specifically placed on the chopping block right now instead of making Talos dominate Leon or Tobias.

Sasha giggled. “I don’t think she’s going to be able to take you, Talos. But I look forward to watching her try.”

Dorothy looked up into Talos’ eyes, while a whimper escaped her lips. I should be enjoying her fear, but the fact that Talos was going to do this because Sasha told him to, yet wouldn’t whenIhad made the same request, bothered me. It would be advantageous to open the channel of communication between them, so why couldn’t I shake the bad taste in my mouth.

Talos communicated with me directly. I didn’t know if Sasha could hear those thoughts or not, but they were vague enough that it wouldn’t matter if she could.

“If you really want to piss off your witch, make Dorothy come until those whimpers are from begging for more instead of fear.”

His phrasing stayed vague, answering me, while not making it obvious he was in conversation. The implication that he wanted and felt no such way with Sasha was clearly understood considering the annoyed expression that flashed across her face.

Still, Sasha stayed in her chair. “Don’t hold back.” She requested coldly. “If you like her so much, why don’t you just fuck her ‘til she dies.” The words were pouty disguised by sadistic harshness.

Talos swallowed while Dorothy so subtly nodded her head in submission. His acting wasn’t as good as I’d initially thought, and it was obvious the little cues of body language were starting to give him away. Though I couldn’t say if Dorothy was fully picking up on them all, but she didn’t really know him either. As long as she figured out the big ones—that he was still her ally—it would be fine.

Talos shoved Dorothy’s legs apart, and he pushed her knees up, so her pussy was in clear view for his witch. He placed her shins on his shoulders then drew his grip down her thighs. His fingertips pressed into her soft muscles, trailing red marks downward until he reached her ass.

Hewasfucking hard. It was clearly visible through his clothing, and he was way too big to hide it. There was a shift in his expression that went from restrained mortification to honest lust. He gripped her ass. He squeezed. Then he started tracing circles around her opening. Dorothy’s eyes popped open when he entered her with his forefinger. He sank in as deep as he could, and he started working her until his whole hand was glistening. A second finger. Slow, careful, gentle.

I swallowed when he started teasing a third.

Talos sunk in those three fingers, inching carefully until Dorothy could take them all. She’d need at least that much stretching to fit him without tearing. He was so much nicer than I would be.

Her eyes were locked on his now, their own form of silent communication, and the sound of her heart rate was elevated in a way that started to beget arousal more than fear. She’d started to understand he wasn’t trying to hurt her. That he was still on her side. That this was an act.

They held that contact in a way that felt genuinely intimate. Caring. A way she’d never be able to look at me…

Where the fuck did that thought come from?

I wanted to see him hurt her on his dick, then I wanted to see the witch die at her hands. That look of horror as she was forced to commit murder was the only one I ever wanted to see reflecting in her eyes.

Right.

Her chest heaved, and her small, soft breasts shifted up slightly towards her collarbone. Her nipples were hard as fuck, and Talos’ had her wet enough to start dampening the table cloth. He drew those three fingers out of her then threaded his fingers between her folds. She gasped aloud.

He thought for all of us to hear.

Sasha looked more perturbed than pleased by the question. There was a comedy in the fact that she was starting to get annoyed by the same act she’d wanted him to commit. “Enough with the foreplay.” She demanded. “Fuck her, Talos.”

slipped through his mind next, and I knew he’d not meant for Sasha to hear that one.

I jerked in my restraints again when I saw the witch stand up. But she remained still, as though just wanting a better view. I knew this wouldn’t end well, but then, I was counting on that fact.

Talos kept playing with her clit, assuring she stayed drenched and aroused, and he started undoing his pants with the other hand. She looked so fucking hot in his hands, it was starting to get to me. She was too scared to move, yet ready and wanting in the same breath. A beautiful contradiction.

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