Page 38 of The Devils of Saint City

Three more brutally hard thrusts send him over, our bodies pinned together as he pumps me full for the tenth time since this all started. Manson is wide awake as he hands Asher the marker to add the tally, and I think I might finally be able to get what I want.

“Can we stop for a while?” I ask gently. “Please. My joints are cramping and I really don’t think I can handle anymore.”

“You can,” Asher responds just as Manson says, “Of course.”

They share a long look before Manson relents. “You can handle more, you’re strong. Are you hungry though?”

My hopes crash as I realize I really am only halfway through this, maybe not even. The third dose wasn’t long ago. “No, I’m not hungry,” I say honestly. “I’m too full to eat anything.”

Smirking, Asher slides the plug back inside of me, making me wince. It feels even bigger now, somehow.

“Can you at least take the cuffs off for a bit? They’re a little redundant.”

Shrugging, Asher grabs the keys to give me a little reprieve, and Manson shakes his head. “You have to eat something. I’ll go look. Can you sit her up?”

Ash rolls his eyes as he leaves, but does as asked. Even that feels better than laying down for hours on end, so I whisper a thank you as I try not to focus on how warm he is. Every inch of skin that touches me feels like a fire I can’t face, but the new position also has that plug nestling a little deeper inside me.

It’s too damn much.

“And the collar?” I press gently. “Also a little redundant.”

“I don’t agree.” He meets my eyes and reaches out to poke it. “That isn’t just a collar we want you to wear sometimes, it’s a symbol.”

“A symbol of what?”

“The fact that you belong to us,” he replies unblinkingly. “I haven’t shocked you all night, because in this state you can’t fight it, but when you’re walking around it’s what you do. You say it’s an act, or try hard to defy us whenever you can, but each time you do I look at that collar and know the truth. This is where you belong.”

Same story, different day. I’m not sure why I asked. “Can you scratch under it for me then?”

“Where?” I guide him to the spot and watch him as he scratches underneath it tenderly. “Better?”

“Mmhm.” I glance over to the doorway as Manson walks in. “I told you, I’m really not hungry at all. Please don’t make me eat.”

“Well, tough shit, Rhea. It’s just a bowl of fruit, you need the sugar.”

He sits down next to me on the bed, and Ash takes that as his cue to disappear out the door.

Of course.

Sighing, I open my mouth to let him pop a piece of cantaloupe on my tongue. “Are you guys getting tired yet? Figured you’d be blowing dust by ten loads.”

“Technically it’s only five each,” he jokes. “And yeah we’re tired, but I got a nap.”

“He hasn’t?”

“Nah.” Manson shakes his head and feeds me half a strawberry. “He doesn’t sleep as much as he should.”

Maybe that’s where he went now. Or maybe he went to load up another dose, because they made one thing very clear — this is far from over.

I seriously doubt I’m strong enough to handle it.

15

Seventeen tallies. By the time I feel my toes wiggle again after the sixth and final dose, I have seventeen tally marks on my stomach. They added two more with me face down on the bed, and two more at the edge of the mattress. The exhausted bastards cheated and fucked me with a dildo and bred me while I sucked it clean. It was still better than the time they forced orgasms on me until I cried, though. Fingers, Manson’s tongue, the vibrator, the dildo. The tears on my face spurred them on to another pair of orgasms even as I became so overstimulated I was screaming and begging for them to stop. But I learned a lot about myself in that time. They were right. I was stronger than I thought, and I could handle far more than I expected.

And now I can’t wait for Asher to find out that Manson just snuck another one in. It makes me smile as I work my feet and hands trying to get the feeling back, but Manson himself looks scared. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” he lies, glancing over at the small space between his room door and the frame. “You doing okay?”

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