“Yes,” Peri says with a slight growl.
“She’s ready to sacrifice herself to you? To us? She will never be the same again?”
“Yes,” Peri repeats.
My knees start to wobble.
What the fuck is happening right now?
“She is mine,” Peri says. “Her fate is mine. Her body is mine. Her life is mine. Her fucking soul is mine.”
“Shall we take the cloth off her face and ask her?”
“Fuck no,” Peri growls. “She has no voice. I speak for her. If she’s going to make noise right now, it’ll be as she struggles to survive.”
My body tenses up. Peri’s hands touch the robe right near my ass. He lifts the robe.
I don’t resist. I don’t make a noise. I have no fucking idea where I am or what’s happening or why it’s happening. My legs and my ass are exposed.
One of Peri’s hands slides into the back of my panties, cupping my right ass cheek.
“Do you have something for me, Perilous?”
“Yes,” Peri says. “Of course I do.”
Peri suddenly grabs my panties at my right hip. I suck in a breath and feel him pulling my panties down. Down my legs. Down to my ankles.
He squeezes my right ankle and I step out of my panties. I can’t see a thing but I can imagine what’s happening now.
“These look delicious.”
Peri has given my panties to whoever this voice is.
“She’s ready now,” Peri says.
“You’ve prepared?”
“Yes.”
“Show me.”
I can’t see what Peri is showing. I hear a chuckle from that voice.
“Does she know?”
“She doesn’t need to know,” Peri’s voice growls. “She’s all mine. I will do whatever the fuck I want to her when I want to do it.”
“Very well spoken, Perilous. You may begin. Oh. Wait. You want her to keep quiet until the end? Until you show her off? Here…”
There’s movement and a hand reaches under the cloth over my head. I know it’s Peri’s hand by the smell. I can’t believe my sense can detect the scent of Peri’s skin.
There’s another scent that appears. My own scent.My pussy.Peri forces my panties into my mouth.
He then takes his hand away and bends me forward. A hand touches the back of my head.
“Make her mine,” Peri’s voice says.
A second later my face and head are forced into warm water. The hand at the back of my head holds there, keeping me under the water.