Page 74 of Entombed In Sin

How much worse can tonight get? Dragging my eyes off the road, I look up. Thatcher shoots me a knowing grin. Angry scratches mar his red cheek and there’s a bloody bite mark in the crook of his neck. Seeing the marks brings me only a little joy.

“Good girl, Beatrix.”

“What? I don’t get a good boy?” Knox groans. “I just got a plug up my ass without lube.”

Thatcher smiles over at him. “When you earn it, then you’ll hear it.”

Sagan snickers. The sound is more like the crackle of a fire rather than of amusement. “You shouldn’t get praised for putting up with something you enjoyed every second of.”

“No I didn’t!” Knox protests.

“Your hard cock tells me otherwise.”

I glance over to find Knox just as naked as I am. He’s on his knees, his head tilted to the side to look up at Sagan.

Sagan points with his knife to something behind me. “We’re going to give each of you a three minute head start. Little Viper, you’ll go first through the hole in the fence. Then you have free range to run and scream all you want.”

“Your punishment will last for exactly one hour. If, for whatever reason, we have to cut the game short, you’ll hear a whistle, but don’t bank on that.” Thatcher pulls out his phoneand says, “Your head start begins in three seconds. On your mark, get set…go.”

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BEATRIX

Istare at the twin, my heart racing in my chest. They’re serious. Oh, fuck… My heart leaps up into my throat as I turn and run in the direction Sagan pointed. There’s a nine foot barbed wire fence only a few feet away, with a decent-sized hole cut through it. I don’t stop to thinkwhyI’m bending at the waist and going exactly where they want me to go, I just do it. The thing in my butt twists and sends another unwanted spasm up my spine.

On the other side of the fence, there are three large hangars. I approach them from the back, barely sparing them more than a glance. They’re old buildings, rusted and on their last limbs. There are a few lingering strokes of yellow paint that must’ve once been the logo of the company, but now, I can’t read what it says. It’s clear by the lack of maintenance and the cracks in the pavement surrounding the buildings and trash everywhere that this place has been abandoned.

Still, I scream.

“Help me! Please, somebody help me!”

Rather than try the back doors that are closest to me, I run between two of the hangars. My bare feet slap against the concrete. The burn as they grow raw is pushed to the wayside as I try hard not to panic too much. I need to think. KnowingThatcher and Sagan, they’re going to be strategic about this. Between trying to catch me and Knox, they’ll have their hands full. The twins will want to keep the game going, but make sure their point is driven home… Whatever that point is. They're going to split up, that’s for sure. But then what? What do they think me and Knox will do once we’re within the boundaries of this stupid game?

My gaze rakes over the hangars and the answer comes swiftly. The guys are going to think we’re going to hide inside one of these things. So, obviously, I shouldn’t do that.

I get to the front of the hangars to find a large runway. At the end of it is another chain link fence. On the other side of that, lights. Is it a house? It doesn’t matter. It’s not like I’ll be able to reach it before I’m seen. Plus, I’m butt naked—who would open the door to me? If getting to and hiding in the house isn’t plausible, what can I do now? Running on pure instinct, I veer left. My heart leaps for joy at the sight of a potential hiding place.

I dive behind four large metal barrels, once full of only god knows what, and crouch down.

As I lower myself, the thing in my butt twists, and I gasp at the sensation. My nipples harden painfully, and my pussy flutters. Crap, am I actually enjoying having something up my butt? Cringing, I reach back to feel what’s going on back there. My hand brushes against something soft and furry. I stifle my gasp and look over my shoulder, twisting to see what it could be.

There, protruding from between my cheeks, is atail. A realistic furry tail attached to some type of plug that keeps it between my cheeks. Heat flares up my neck and into my face. What in the actual fuck? I attempt to tug on it, ready to get rid of it, but the motion only causes my nipples to tighten even more and my breath to catch in my throat. Ok, now is not the time to worry aboutthat. I drop the offending thing and force myself to be quiet.

I don’t have to wait long.

“Twinkle, twinkle, little Starr—'' someone sings. The mocking tune carries far around the hangar before slipping out into the night. It’s Thatcher, I’m sure of it. “How I wonder where you are…”

As his voice trails off, the hairs on the back of my neck rise. I wait a little longer, to see if he pops out. Instead, the night remains quiet and still. I risk peering over the barrels to check the front entrance to the hangar. The massive door is open, but the inside is dark. From here I can’t tell if there is movement inside or not.

Checking in the other direction, I can’t see inside the other open hangars either.

“Whatcha looking at?”

My scream is cut off as Thatcher grabs me by the braids and literally drags me out from behind the barrels. I can’t keep my balance like this. My butt hits the cold, hard ground but Thatcher either doesn’t notice or doesn’t care. Without the protection of clothes, my bare skin is dragged across the cement and it burns.

“You know, not going into the buildings was a rookie mistake. There are so many more places to hide in there,” Thatcher says conversationally as he drags me a few feet away before letting me go. I glare up at him as he grins down at me.

As he starts to crouch, my foot instinctually moves upward. I surprise both of us by kicking him in the crotch. His howl of pain echoes around us. Without waiting for retaliation, I roll and attempt to scramble to my feet. The plug in my butt sends an inappropriate ripple of pleasure through me as I try to get to my knees, causing my movements to be stiff and awkward. The time it takes to stand costs me.

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