Page 58 of Depravity

He forces two fingers into me, forcing them as deep as they can go and a whimper escapes my lips despite the tape.

As he drags them out, he holds them up in front of my face. “Little slut,” He says, full of satisfaction. I can see by the way the light hits them that it’s covered in my juices, and yet I don’t understand how. “I think you want this more than me.” He continues. “You want me to play with you. You want all these Lords here to watch as I make you come.”

No. No, I don’t want that. I don’t.

His left hand grabs my throat, holding me in place, pinning me beside him and his right hand penetrates me again.

“That’s it,” He groans, “Take my fingers, take it all,”

The tape smothers my cries.

I know this is a powerplay, I know he’s doing this to prove a point. To show that he has total control over me, over my life.

My tears stream down my face, and my body seems to lock up as every cell inside me protests. My ribs feel like agony from the pressure of how I’m held against my husband.

What will the other Lords do if they notice? Will they say anything? My fear escalates as Conrad pulls the robes up further, exposing my legs, exposing my entire lower half.

No.

Nooo.

“You’re going to show the world how much you enjoy this.” He states. “You’re going to let anyone who dares to look at you see that your cunt is only for my hands, my cock, my pleasure.”

My feet kick out, and my body jerks more.

I can hear the pitiful cries of the man still being tortured below, and part of me wonders who right now is suffering the greater punishment? Surely it would be better to be shackled to a cross, to have my flesh cut off, inch by inch from my body, than be forced to endure what I currently am.

And all the while, Conrad’s fingers thrust in and out of me. They torture me, they work away, trying to make me submit to my husband’s will. Only, I won’t. I refuse to.

I shake my head, biting my tongue painfully hard.

The sound of my own breathing, of my heart slamming into my chest and Conrad’s obscene words fill my ears. I know I’m getting louder, that I’m making more noise beneath the tape but it’s not sounds of pleasure. It’s not.

“You will come,” He growls. “You’re my wife, you will come right here because defying me, is defying God…”

I know that too, I know that my behaviour is a sin. That fighting him is technically a sin. But how can I obey a man such as him? How can I switch off my hate, and my disgust?

“Do you not understand? I have all the power here, I can do what I like to you so it’s pointless to fight me, because all it will result in is your pain…”

Tears stream down my face as my legs visibly shake. Conrad is now finger fucking me so voraciously that I’m worried he’s going to start doing some serious damage to my insides.

And then the men around us start moving, start leaving.

Conrad freezes, looking around before he snarls and withdraws his hands. “Fine,” He mutters, “We’ll do this a different way then.”

He shoves the robes down, covering me back up and then he’s dragging me out, dragging me away, clearly anxious to be gone, as if he doesn’t want anyone to spot us.

We drive back to Conrad’s home so fast that I have to grip the handle on the door to stop myself from slamming into it.

When we pull up to the house he practically jumps out, dragging me inside, ripping the robes from my body and tossing them behind us.

The cold air hits me, and shame heats my face as I’m taken past servant after servant. Not that they’re looking at me. No, they know better than that.

“I’m going to teach you.” Conrad says, pulling me along with a look that makes him seem half manic. “You’re going to learn.”

Teach me what? What the fuck is he talking about?

My body trembles at the thought of another ‘lesson’ from him. My face is still bruised, and one of my eyes is still swollen shut. My legs barely function properly, and I feel like a newborn creature that hasn’t learned how to walk.

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