Page 11 of When Embers Become Ashes

11 years old

So for a whole month, Trick and I are locked in this room, food slid through a slot in the base of the door, and there are no shower privileges. Bram manages to talk to us through the door now and then. We don’t have sex, but dry humping became our thing, the Doctors wouldn’t win, and I would never allow any of my babies to be used in that way.

At the end of the month, we are punished for not having sex. It’s laughable that most eleven-year-olds would be punished for having sex at that age. Our punishment would start a whole new set of bad dreams for me, and I wish now more than ever that Dex and Levi were real and coming to save us.

We are both stripped and hosed down, and yes, that is how I mean it. They use a garden hose and cold water to spray us clean of the month’s grime. We are then led into a room. Still naked, Trick is strapped to a metal chair and pumped with Viagra again as the doctor smugly informs us what is happening,

“Mr and Mrs Sinclair are on their way. Your use has been accelerated, Fox.” He gives Jenson a smirk, then looks at me

“You, girl, will watch what happens, and then you will receive your own punishment while the fox watches. Either of you yell or lash out, and the punishment WILL be worse!” Trick has started to Vibrate again, and I see a few tears fall just before our first punishment enters the room.

Whichever way you look at it, seeing each other go through this is going to be just as painful as what happens to ourselves. Trick speaks to me in Japanese,

“we will get out of here; we will get back to Ren,”he smirks,

“and he will do the same as he did to daddy dearest and the enforcer to all these fucks, time to survive.”I smirk back, at his words

“You bring the popcorn. I’ll supply the Dr Pepper.”I reply also in Japanese, you can see by the expressions of those in the room they don’t understand us.

We nod our deal, and I try to smile at him and let my imagination loose so I can shut out what’s really happening, but I can’t do it with him in the room.

Mrs. Sinclair walks in, wearing nothing but black high heels with red soles, suspenders, and a suspender belt, no panties. The bra is cut so close to her nipples they will easily fall out with a tiny bit of movement. You can see the line around her jaw where her makeup stops and the skin tone difference is so noticeable that it shows how much makeup she has plastered on. Her hair is done in an attempt to look already well fucked – I thought Succubae and Incubi were always gorgeous and effortlessly perfect, but obviously not.

She pouts at seeing Trick and complains to the small man behind her about JenJens' haircut. The man shrugs; his eyes are focused on me, where I’m strapped to the metal table!

I ignore them and keep my focuse on Trick, who holds my gaze like it’s a lifeline, one I’m willing to give as long as he needs it. Mrs. Sinclair walks in front of Trick, and I take a deep breath and blink before focusing back on his face.

She bends over, ass in the air, and takes Trick in her mouth, moaning like a B-rated porn star. ‘A few of my foster dads used to watch when the wives were out.’

I hold Trick’s gaze, not daring to blink as Mr. Sinclair moves behind his wife, drops his trousers to the floor with a clunk of his wallet and belt buckle, and starts to thrust into her. I don’t know how long this goes on, but her husband sounds like a pig stuck on its back in a muddy hole. Trick’s eye twitches, and soon after, he falls from her mouth as she moans, “Yummy.” then rests her hands on the side of the chair, giving him an occasional lick while making demands of her husband,

“Faster,” he moves her slightly so she is lower and easier for him to get into where he is so short,

“Fuck me deeper, or I’ll get that cute Nurse to come give it to me good.”

He tilts his hips slightly, and she lets out a drawn-out yes. She drops one hand down to rub between her legs as her husband gives her ass five quick slaps that leave a handprint,

“No one will fuck you better than me, my little Slut; now drain my cock of cum. It’s time you gave me a daughter.” Mr Sinclair says this while looking at me, licking his lips. Goddess, I hope that badger shifter never gets a daughter. I fear what he plans for her.

“Only if you give me a son like JenJen,” I’m still holding Trick’s gaze, and both our eyes go wide, realizing they are trying to have kids to use them for pleasure. I feel sick, and Trick has gone a bit more green, too. The Badger soon grunts as she moans.

When Mrs Sinclair stands ignoring her husband pulling his trousers back up, tightening his belt, his release running down her legs,

“See you soon, MY JenJen,” she states before kissing Trick’s cheek and strutting out of the room, as Mr Sinclair reaches the door, he asks someone if I’m available for more physical sessions, I don’t hear the reply though as the door clicks shut.

Jenson

“Do you think I can cut it off with a plastic knork? Or will disinfectant work?” I try to be light-hearted with my question, but right now, I’m serious. Quinny looks sad.

“How long has this been happening?” she uses a soft voice, but I can hear the anger she’s trying to control.

“The first time I’ve had my boxers off, and she’s done more than just sit and grind. He’s never done more than watch before, either.” I don’t tell her about the whispered promises, and I hope like hell they never let the badger touch Quinny as Sune, my alter will take complete control, and I don’t know what will happen.

The door opens, and five vampires position themselves around Quinny.

As one, they lean down and bite into her; two take an ankle each, two on her hips, and number five bites her left shoulder. It takes me less than a minute to realize Quinny has pain in her eyes, which are still fixed on mine. The fuckers aren’t using their venom to numb the pain. She is feeling every pull of her blood.

After 5 minutes, they stop the fuckers don’t even seal the wounds.

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