Page 135 of Injustice and Absolution

"Anything your black heart desires," I confirm with a nod.

Now, I've seen my fair share of fucked-up shit in this lifetime. And until I witness what she brought with her as she pulls each item out of her bag, I would have dared to say I'd seen it all.

But I would have been wrong.

I like to think I have a larger than average sized dick. It’s received several compliments over the years. Most of them I disregarded because I didn’t care what the girl I was fucking thought of it. I was only trying to get off, not to get my ego inflated—though I didn't miss the twinkle in Delilah's eye the first time she saw it.

But compared to the gigantic dildo Stella pulls from her bag, my dick may as well be the size of a toothpick.

My eyebrows shoot into my hairline, my eyes surely the size of saucers at the sight of it, and I can’t begin to fathom that something so large could feel … pleasant in any way. As Stella’s head swivels toward Drew's naked, groaning form on the ground ahead of us, my own butthole clenches, knowing exactly what she has planned for his.

Mine and Saxon’s eyes meet for the briefest of seconds before looking anywhere but at each other.

"Got anything we can bend and secure his body over? This will be much more effective if he's not squirming all over the place."

"Yeah, we can make that happen,” I tell her. “Saxon, help me get him up and over to that old conveyor belt over there."

At this point, Drew has passed out, likely from the pain of his broken collarbone. It's only one of the many injuries he's received since he arrived. Broken nose, broken jaw, broken fingers, crushed ribs, two black eyes, two fat lips.

It's still not enough. We haven't even begun to use all the tools we have at our disposal.

I grab a length of rope from the corner, then Saxon and I lift him by the shoulders, waking him up painfully.

"J-j-just kill me already.”

His sobs are fucking music to my ears.

"But we're not finished playing with you yet, you fuckin’ arsehole," Saxon quips with a smile on his face. There's rarely a time when he's not jolly. Unless his favorite football club is losing. Then you can't even walk into the room without him shouting obscenities at you to leave.

Dragging Drew to one of the old conveyors, we toss his body against the side, his chest thumping down onto the surface of the old belt. He twists at the waist, feebly, as he attempts to fight us. Saxon holds his upper body steady while I crouch down and wrap the rope around his ankle and the foot of the conveyor belt at the same time.

When he doesn't stop moving his waist, I land a hard uppercut, right to his fucking dick.

"Fucking stay still already," I demand.

Not only does his body still, but his moans quiet, my punch having taken his breath away.

I wrap the rope around his other ankle, securing it to the next closest foot of the conveyor belt. Then I feed the remaining length underneath to Saxon who’s waiting on the other side.

Once he’s got it firm in his grasp, I stand and reluctantly lay my body over Drew's to hold him in place. I don’t want him to be able to budge once the rope is in place. He howls in pain as I hold his arms out straight in front of him. Saxon quickly wraps the rope around his wrists then pulls it tight, knotting it to a nearby lever so Drew is no longer able to move them.

While Saxon tests the strength of the rope, I watch Stella insert the large dildo into a harness then step into it.

Oh, this is going to be good.

"He's all yours, love." Saxon nods to Stella.

"Thanks, darlin'.” Fisting Drew’s hair, she forces his head to the side so he's looking directly at her.

"I hear you've been a little shit to one of our own. That's not nice. Why'd you do that?"

Hearing Stella refer to Delilah as “one of our own” causes my chest to swell with emotion.

Drew's only response is a whine.

"I asked you a question. What's wrong? Cat got your tongue?"

With a devilish smile on her face, she casts a playful sideways glance at me before squaring herself up behind Drew’s body.

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