Page 108 of Vicious Kitten

“What the…” I must be fucking delusional right now. This must be a nightmare. I’m not really here being raped by Master Hill while my old foster mum, Julie, the wife of my birth dad who is in prison for grooming and molesting me, is standing there filming it. This can’t be real.

The sensation of fingernails digging into the flesh on my hips draws my drowsy eyes back to Master Hill, and I watch his face as he slams harder into me, pain stabbing me deep inside as my body tries to reject his intrusion.

“This was worth the wait.” He grits between his teeth.

“Stop.” I whimper as the realisation that this isnota dream, sinks in. “Please, stop,” I beg, sounding weak.

Julie laughs, ignoring my plea, and moves the camera closer to my Kitty.

No. No. No. This can’t be happening. Don’t ruin this for me. Don’t take this from me.

Hot tears blur my eyes, and I tug on my arms and legs, not able to move an inch.

It’s just a body. It’s a vessel and nothing more. He can’t get the important things like the love I share with my guys.

Oh my God, my guys. They don’t know I’ve been taken. I have no idea what time it is and how long I’ve been here. As I cry, I try to focus on something else. Looking around the room doesn’t help. I know where I am. I’m underneath Vixen’s Lodge in the Master’s sex dungeon. I’m so fucking close to Shaun right now, and he has no idea I’m here on the property next to his, being defiled by his neighbour.

Someone will come for me. Eventually. My parents will realise I’m missing. They will find me. They have to. Right?

A loud roar penetrates my thoughts, and I make the mistake of looking back at Master Hill to see his face contorted into the sickest kind of pleasure as he finishes inside me.

I suck in the whimper that wants to escape. I won’t let them see my fear. Fuck them. I’m Rhys fucking George. Iamsex. If they think they can use this against me, they have another thing coming.

The sick fuck pulls out from me, and I feel his seed ooze between my arse cheeks to pool on the red leather surface below me.

“That was perfect, Terry. Got me all hot and bothered.” Julie smiles at him, and then he fists his hand in her hair and drags her in for a kiss.

I nearly gag becauseew!

The door swings open behind them, and my eyes widen when I see Madam Vik and Brock come through the door. I wait for her to be shocked to see Julie and Master Hill kissing, to see me chained to the sex bench, but they both smile.

“The house is locked up tight. Now we can all have some fun.”

Madam Vik’s words are like a slap in the face. I knew she was a sick bitch, but I never thought she was like this. Master Hill, yes. Absolutely, which is why I tried to avoid him. But Madam? No fucking way.

How fucking wrong I was.

Master Hill and Julie pull apart, and Madam Vik replaces the Master, kissing Julie deep, while Brock, sexy fucking Vin Diesel look-a-like Brock, starts pashing the Master.

Well, I’ve fucking seen it all now!

As they do whatever the fuck they are doing, I look up at my wrists to see what they are bound with. It’s those leather cuffs that they used on me last time. I try to reach my right hand toward my left, but the chains are pulled taut. I can’t move.

“Don’t even bother trying to think about escaping, Kitten. There’s no way out for you.” Madam Vik’s voice gains my attention, and I see the four of them looking at me while the video camera sits on the tripod off to the side. I know what the red light means. It’s recording.

“Why are you doing this?” I ask, my voice raspy.

“You’ve made us wait too long, Kitten. I know your birthday is in April. What fun would it be for me to fuck you once you are legal?”

“You’re sick!” I hiss, my top lip curling in a snarl.

“I’m sick? Really?” Master rounds the bench, coming to my side, reaching out and running his hands over my bare tits. “You’re the one that used to enjoy fucking your daddy. You’re the one that used to get turned on by sucking his cock. Sometimes you were so horny that you would rub yourself on his leg while Julie cooked your dinner in the other room.”

My chest rises and falls as nausea sweeps over me. “Stop!”

“But it’s the truth.” Julie sneers. “You have always been a whore, Patty. It got kind of pathetic, you know. As soon as you got home from school, you wanted to play games with Brian. He could tell you to do anything, and you did it.”

“Stop,” I whisper as my bottom lip wobbles. I don’t want to hear this. I’m not that person anymore.

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