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I’m quickly punished with a loud and hard smack on my ass, and I swallow back a yell.
Then, I feel something being inserted into my hole. It is not exceptionally large, and I can feel two fingers pushing it in, but within seconds, the fingers retreat, and whatever it is stays put.
Then something is hooked up to the end of it, but again, there’s not much pain.
After a few more minutes, Will and Zane take their places in front of us, looking around. Will has a remote.
“You all have a balloon in your rectums attached to an air pump, and we’re going to steadily inflate them with air in order to stretch them out fully,” Will announces.
All I can hear is my heartbeat quickening in my ears as my body fills with worry.
Will clicks a button, and the balloon begins to inflate. It’s not much, but it is a completely different sensation from the dildo machine. All I want to do is push it out of me. It is souncomfortable. But I know better. I know if I don’t do this, they will gladly cart me off to the red room.
The inflation increases, and I look down. My body begins to shake and sweat. This isn’t pleasurable at all, just painful.
I don’t know how much time has passed, but I can feel my legs tingling and going numb.
After some more time has passed, the balloon finally deflates, and I exhale, not realizing I was holding my breath the entire time.
Almost collapsing with relief, I feel a presence behind me as the balloon is pulled out with a wet plop. I don’t even have the energy to look and see who did it.
I must have fainted because when I come to, I’m in my cot in the gown with two pieces of bread beside me and another bottle of water. I scarf down everything.
Moments passed by, and I let my body succumb to the darkness, allowing parts of my soul to go with it.
CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE
Blair: Cassidy’s mom is here. I think you should head to our apartment.
Me: Ok, on my way.
Blair: Just a heads up, the police are on their way over. Her mom is filing a missing person’s report.
Me:
Speechless, I move swiftly to my car. I have been frantically asking all my fraternity brothers if they saw her leave the house that night. Not surprisingly, all of them claimed to be sleeping and never saw her, shrugging me off.
I remember us falling asleep around 11ish. I had looked at my alarm clock at some point after we popped down to the kitchen to grab something to eat.
My stomach feels like it’s going to come out of my throat at the thought of making a police report on my girlfriend as I drive over to her and Blair’s apartment. I must’ve beaten the police here because I don’t see any police cars in the parking lot.
I walk up the stairs to their place, and just as I am about to knock, a frazzled-looking Blair swings the door open.
“I just had a feeling you were outside,” she says, moving to let me in.
I take in my surroundings and see a middle-aged woman sitting on their couch, silently fidgeting with her hands. She looks like an older version of Cassidy; she is stunning, even with silent tears streaming down her face.
I don’t waste any time and walk right up to where she is sitting.
She stands up abruptly, and I hold out my hand. “Hi, I’m Tyler,” I tell her.
“Blair filled me in on who you are; it's nice to meet you. I’m Lillian. I wish we were meeting under better circumstances,” she says stiffly.
I nod, not knowing what to say.
“The police should be here any minute,” Blair states.
I look over at her. “Any luck today?” I ask, and she shakes her head, trying to hold back more tears.
