Page 40 of StoryTeller's Tale

“Nah.” His eyes creases for a moment, then he shrugs.

“You know you’re wrong.” I point my finger and jab him in the chest with it. “And where would that have left me?”

He sits back on his haunches again but captures my stabbing finger in his hands. His eyes get back that twinkle I so like. “So, it wasn’t to save my life, but for your selfish reasons?”

“I, er, no, I…”

Again, he moves swiftly, pulling me into his arms. “I’m fuckin’ with you, babe.” He nuzzles the top of my head. Then he stands, rubs at his ear, and walks to the other side of the cage.

I, too, get to my feet and survey my surroundings. Whether it’s now that I’m different, and unable, due to the stickiness in my panties—I never realised sex was so messy—to forget my changed status, but I’m looking around as if with new eyes, and watching the other women with more sympathy.

Of course, I knew the mechanics. I knew part A went into slot B, but now I know had StoryTeller not taken the care that he had, just how bad that experience would have been. And that’s only looking at it physically, ignoring the mental scars it would leave.

If it had been Tats or Fang, or heaven forbid, Knuckles himself…It’s a thought I can’t bear to think about, and the women who’ve been at their not-so-tender mercies have all my sympathy.

“You okay?”

I turn to see Carole staring at me, and flush, knowing she had a front-row seat to the porn show I’d starred in.

I raise my head then drop it. Under the circumstances, I’m probably the best I can be.

Behind Carole’s cage I see Kelly slowly pulling herself to her feet, then putting both hands on the bars of her cage. Though her voice is husky through all the tears that she’s cried, it doesn’t stop her words coming over clearly.

“You’re no better than us now.” A twisted smirk comes to her face. “Even he,” she raises her eyes, and they land on the back of the man looking, for some strange reason, like he’s speaking to himself, “won’t be able to protect you. In fact, he’s just made it worse.”

A ball of horror starts to swell in the pit of my stomach as I realise she could well be right. StoryTeller might have protected me once from being raped, but he may not be able to again. And now they know for certain that my virginal status has been taken, I’ll be fair game.

I swallow hard.They could take me just to fuck with him.

My eyes flick upward as I hear multiple footsteps sounding on the stairs. My heart rate increases, and I cast a worried glance StoryTeller’s way.

He’s heard them too. He ceases his murmuring with one last barked comment, and comes to put his arm around me, pulling me back from the front of the cage and putting me behind him.

It’s Tats and Fang again. This time Limey is with them. Like before, they march straight up to the cage that we’re in, ignoring everyone else. Tats and Limey both have guns trained on us, while Fang fiddles with the key in the lock.

Once the door is opened, Tats barks and beckons with his weapon. “Stand back and let her out.”

“Over my fuckin’ dead body,” StoryTeller growls. “You hurt her, you can forget about getting your hands on the guns.”

Tats barks a laugh. “Not going to fuckin’ hurt her. We’re just going to give her more of what you did earlier and what she so obviously enjoyed. Now step out of the fuckin’ way, else we’ll take you out.”

StoryTeller doesn’t budge. “I thought you wanted the guns.”

“If there are any guns.” Tats eyes show a rare glimpse of intelligence as he regards the man who’s protecting my body with his own. “Could be you were stupid enough to walk in here with nothing concrete to offer. In that case, it’s no matter if you’re dead, and better for us than leaving a fuckin’ Soul alive.”

“There are guns,” StoryTeller protests. “Kill me and you’ll have missed your chance.”

“Seems we’ve got the stronger bargaining point. Let us have her. Sure, we’ll rough her up a little, might not make her so keen to have your cock a second time, but hey, bonus, we’ll probably keep you alive. Refuse to give her to us? We’ll shoot you and take her anyway.”

StoryTeller might not have been able to help me escape, but I can’t criticise him for trying. No one else has ever bothered about me or made me think they’d care if I was dead or alive.

If only for a short time, StoryTeller had made me believe that I mattered to him. In that, he’s given me something I never had before. He owes nothing to me, but I owe him.

StoryTeller’s standing in front of me, his arms crossed, refusing to move.

Tats aims his gun lower. “I’ll shoot out your fuckin’ kneecap if you don’t let her come to me.”

“Stay where you are,” StoryTeller growls, unfolding his arms and pushing me back, as if reading my mind.

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