Page 36 of The Devils of Saint City

“Well do it then, Asher. You think you can fuck me to death? Do it.”

“Nah... I think I want you alive a little longer,” he whispers into my ear. “I’m far from done with you.”

Thank god I can’t move my arms. The way that affected me, the way it went straight to my chest... all I want to do is wrap my arms around him until he’s surrounding every inch of me.

I tip my head back just enough to let him see the collar again, then flash him the most genuine smile I’ve ever been able to muster around him. “Promise?”

Meeting my gaze, he nods quickly and licks his lips. “Rub her clit, Manson. I want to feel her come.”

He pulls away and reaches out to grip my collar while he fucks me, making the extra stimulation pointless. I could get off a hundred times just like this, just watching him fuck me.

But with it? I don’t last a minute. The force of it makes me scream this time as every little rub makes me a little more sensitive.

The way they’re staring at me is different than they usually do. They’re using and taking advantage of me, sure, but there’s something else in their eyes as they watch me fall apart for them. I wish I could put my finger on what it is.

“So tight. Gonna make me come, pet.”

“Guess I can’t stop you from coming inside me, huh?” I ask with a smirk, twitching even though none of my limbs move. “I’m already so messy.”

“You are,” he agrees. “And I’m about to make it so much worse. How many loads you think you can take, Rhea?”

He snaps his hips harder and faster as he gets closer, bringing me to a scary realization: I have no idea how long this drug will last.

The fear flashing across my face makes Asher grip my collar tighter and slam deep inside me with a growl. I feel every pulse of his release, see every vein in his neck as he floods my pussy so much he mutters, “Fuck, it’s dripping down my balls,” to Manson.

I don’t understand why it almost sounds like a bad thing until Manson reaches into his nightstand and pulls out something that looks a lot like a buttplug. It’s not, it’s shaped a little different with less of a flared base and a narrower top that curves almost like a cupped hand, but something tells me it’ll serve the same purpose.

“Move, let me get it inside her.”

Ash pulls out painfully slowly, their eyes locked on my cunt, and neither of them breathe until he’s out and Manson pushes that strange plug inside of me. “There we go. Can’t have you losing another drop.”

“Where’s the marker?”

Manson looks around for his pants, handing over what looks like a sharpie a moment later and when Ash draws two lines down my stomach I know exactly what they’re doing. They’re keeping count. “Two loads... more to come.”

I can’t help it, I smile a little bit — this is the best I’ve felt since the day I knocked on the door. It’s guilt free, effort free pleasure, and the endorphins flooding my brain right now aretricking me into believing this means something more than it probably does. “How long until this stuff wears off?” I ask.

“That depends on some things, but on average anywhere from six to eight hours,” Ash responds, his cock still semi-hard and heavy in front of him. “Don’t look so worried though, pet. We have six doses so we could keep you down for two days if we wanted.”

Oh, that makes it so much better. I was hoping we were almost done, but two more days? The emotional overload will be bad enough, and that’s not taking everything else into consideration. Two days means I’ll need to eat, drink, go to the bathroom, take a shower. None of those things will be possible without help, and I’m the slave here. Something tells me neither one of them are going to sign up to wipe my ass. And sleep... what will happen if I have an episode while on this shit? That feels—

“Oh look, she’s overthinking,” Manson teases gently. “Relax, Rhea. Tell us what’s wrong.”

My cheeks flush with heat as I give them the only answer I can. “A lot can happen in two days.”

“I know... so much cum.” Ash knows that’s not what I mean but the fact that he’s joking with me at all is jarring. “You’ll be fine.”

Manson rolls his eyes with a soft expression. “You will. We won’t leave you like this for two days, okay? He’s fucking with you.”

“Am I?”

It’s as clear as day that Asher has no intention to free me until they run out of Sway, and I wouldn’t put it past him to try to get more. This is a dream come true for him. But as he runs his fingertips up my thigh and makes my pussy clench around the plug, I realize it might be a dream come true for me too. I’d take it any day over the nightmare I’ve been living, anyway.

We’ll just have to see how long it lasts.

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The world feels fuzzy and far away as I feel the mattress dip beside me. I’m on my third dose of Sway with eight tally marks on my stomach already, and I swear I just fell asleep thirty seconds ago. There’s no way they already want more. I’m so full of cum my belly feels bloated, and every slight shift has the plug brushing up against my g-spot. The overstimulation alone might kill me.

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