Page 4 of Tyrant

“She better not be fucking dead,”Throat-Guysays. “Luc will fucking cut out our tongues.”

I hold really still, knowing maybe I can fake these guys out. Make them panic.

They stop moving and place me down on the ground.It’s working!They unroll the blankets, and I spin around like a load of laundry at a laundromat.

I end up face down, which makes it easier for me to hide the slow but necessary breaths I’m taking.

“She’s not moving,”Shh-Guysays.

“She’s faking,”Throat-Guysays.

“How do you know?”

“Simple test. I’m going to move the hair out of her face, then drop to my knees and take my huge cock from my pants. I’m going to throat fuck her until I come. If she doesn’t swallow my load, then I’ll know she’s dead.”

“You’re a sick fucker,”Shh-Guysays.

My heart is pounding. I still don’t move.

Throat-Guydrops to one knee and yanks the hair out of my face. He picks up my head by my hair and pulls even harder.

“It’ll be like gagging on a soda can,love,”Throat-Guysays.

He reaches for his robe and I twitch, fearing he’ll actually do what he said.

My eyes pop open. “I’m not dead. But you could tell me what’s happening. And there’s no way your dick is like a soda can. Impossible.”

“Wanna bet?”Throat-Guyasks.

“Hey, that’s enough talking to her,”Shh-Guysays toThroat-Guy. “We have a job to do. Now if she’s not going to cooperate, then just tape her up or inject her with something to knock her out.”

“You guys are fucking psychos!” I cry out.

“No shit,love,”Throat-Guysays with a chuckle.

“Look, we’re taking you one way or another,”Shh-Guysays. “So just stand up and walk. The more you wrestle and wiggle and yell… it just turns us on. And we end up really in the mood…”

He chuckles too. My stomach… doesn’t feel all that sick. At all.

Kidnapped by two men in robes and black masks… those deep voices and big muscles… I mean, what are you going to do to me? Tear my clothes off? Will Shh-Guy suck on my tits and bite my nipples while Throat-Guy nibbles at my clit and slams two of his huge fingers into my cunt…? Would I really deny that…?

I slowly climb to my feet. I have no idea what’s gotten into me right now. My hands are at my sides.

“Now what?” I ask. “I’m not alone in this house. She heard my screams. She’ll be out here any second. And not just her either. There’s the housemaid. The only one who actually gives a fuck about me.”

The two men fold their arms, their forearm muscles flexing withpussy-wettingripples. After a couple seconds of silence, the intense erotic adrenaline suddenly wears off and I want to cry. The notion that I’m being fucking kidnapped hits me again. My body shakes and wobbles. I’m a second away from actuallypassing out when I see mymotherand Olivia appear in the hallway.

“Help!” I yell. “These two broke in and are trying to kidnap me!”

“Save it, Serafina,” mymothersays.

Chills hit my spine. I look to Olivia. She’s frowning.

“No,” I whisper. “No… please… no…”

“Come, Serafina,” Olivia says. “Let’s all walk downstairs and outside peacefully. We don’t want anyone to get hurt.”

“We do,”Throat-Guysays with a chuckle.

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