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"Way ahead of you," Stitches assured her. "You mentioned it last year. I made a note."

"Anything else?" Devil sounded amused, although whether it was at her or Stitches was anyone's guess.

“No...” she said softly. She wasn’t there for her demands...they gave, she received.

"Then step into my parlor," Snake said, gesturing for her to walk ahead of him into the hallway beyond.

Turning with a smirk, she walked out, hearing a quiet curse from one of them, although it was so quiet she wasn’t sure who. The audible intake of breath at the sight of her ass in the dress only made her put more sway in her hips as she walked.

"Tease." Snake smacked her ass and then laughed when she jumped at the impact. "Still so twitchy after all this time... What say we get you good and hazed on orgasms, hmm?"

He was chattier than he had been before. Their first time he barely said anything to her, just tied her over a bench and shoved a vibe inside her, forcing orgasms from her as he watched. The following two years he’d barely said twenty words to her the whole two nights. Now it seemed he was more invested.

“Is it a crime that I enjoy winding you all up?” she asked as they turned a corner. She was jumpy but only because her body was primed, needing and close to going off. She hadn’t had a voyeur kink before meeting these men, but now, the fact that they liked to watch, and the anticipation of each man’s desires for her, made her crave being seen.

All because she took the place of a sacrifice. One she was enjoying.

"No, but you are playing with fire," he told her, less teasing in his tone. "We're not the kind of guys you want to see snap."

She wasn’t sure about that. “No, I don’t suppose I do. It would mean play time would be over.” She looked over her shoulder. “Though you did promise I wouldn’t be hurt...so why not tempt you a bit?”

"We didn't say we wouldn't hurt you," he corrected her. "We said we wouldn't maim you or leave you requiring hospitalization. I could make you delirious with pain and not break either of those rules. We all could. Besides, are you sure you want to trust the word of seven killers?"

“I have trusted you for three years,” she said honestly. “You could kill me, but you won’t. I serve several purposes...” She turned just before the door they were walking toward. “I don’t pretend to expect you wouldn’t end me if pushed, but I don’t push.” She smiled. “It feels good to know I affect you.” Words she wouldn’t have said before this night.

Snake didn't say anything in response, but he wasn't gentle as he guided her into a room and shut the door behind them. "Strip," he told her, his tone cold. "Since you think you hold some power here, perhaps I should make you feel powerless."

She shrugged and reached behind her, unzipping the dress, letting it fall to the floor. She was naked but for the shoes, and she raised her leg, gripping the heel of the stiletto. She had practiced how to stand and walk in them, ever since the first year where she was a bit wobbly. She looked at him, a question to keep them, or take them off.

"Take them off. I don't want you hurting yourself while you're helplessly squirming on this." He'd opened a wooden chest and retrieved a piece of equipment she hadn't seen before. Flat on the base, it was curved at the top with something sticking up out of it. "You ever ridden a Sybian before?" he asked.

She stepped out of the shoes, making her almost five inches shorter, and shook her head, interest apparent on her face. Snake loved to watch her, but he never really touched her. All the others had fucked her with their own dicks, but Snake...he never did. “I ride it like a saddle?”

"Essentially, yes, but I will strap you down on it so you can't move and can't escape, and you will go crazy from endless forced pleasure." There was a flash of teeth behind the mask, a savage grin.

She didn’t see the problem, not really. The idea of being pleasured by something, not having to pleasure...no matter how forced... It wasn’t a deterrent. Especially because she enjoyed everything he had done to her in the past. Instead of telling him she was interested, she swallowed audibly and then nodded. “I’m here for you,” she said softly.

"You're here for all of us." He set the device over a sawhorse and moved her over it. "You can take that dildo at your own pace," he said magnanimously, walking away to fetch straps.

Looking down at the piece she was hovering over, she shrugged and slid down it. She was already wet and she had taken way bigger without any easing; Ghost had seen to that. Full, she slid to the base, noticing the grind pad that would rub her clit if she was strapped forward.

“I meant the collective you,” she said, settling better so she was comfortable, full but comfortable. “Though technically I’m here for all the women you’d kill otherwise.”

"All the women we'd kill over Samhain if you weren't spreading your legs for us every year?" He snorted a laugh. "If that's what you have to tell yourself, you do you, but I've heard you moaning like a fucking slut on every dick you ride here. I know you come here because we give you what no one else can. You're a filthy little cock-sucking whore and you love it."

He shoved her forward so she was in contact with the grind pad and proceeded to strap her in place, body and limbs, so that she couldn't move an inch if she wanted to. He'd been right—she couldn't lift off the pad even a fraction of a millimeter. She was in for the ride until he took mercy on her and let her come down. He sprawled in an armchair where he had a good view of her, the unbuttoned collar of his shirt stretching to show some of the tattooed skin she knew was underneath, and grinned, his teeth flashing in feral delight behind the snake. "Enjoy," he growled and flicked the switch in his hand.

She gasped and closed her eyes, hands grasping at nothing. The vibrations and the cock moving inside her, it was fucking heaven. Gods... “Oh fuck...” she hissed and looked at him, just out of reach, and could feel his eyes on her. So far as she could figure, Snake’s kink was being a voyeur, and he didn’t touch her more than he had to. She bit her bottom lip as some particularly strong vibrations rolled through her, and cried out as her first orgasm came barreling through her.

His words rolled through her head, since she could do nothing but think and feel, and thinking was going to stop in short order once she had another orgasm or two. He was right, of course, she did love it, but not for the reasons he thought. True, they did give her what no one else could, allowing her to let go and explore things no decent man would consider on the to do list they gave her...but it also allowed her to have no regrets for what she wanted.

And she wanted them. Three years was more than enough time to know. Fuck, she knew on All Souls last year, the black rose left in the car for her sealing it. Something within each of them was hungry for what she gave them as well...

He watched, unmoving and merciless, as a second orgasm rolled into a third and then she was coming helplessly, unable to make it stop, overstimulated right to the edge of pain as every muscle in her body contracted again and again in waves. For a second he lifted the controls, but then he shook his head slightly and let his hand rest on the chair again, just watching her come completely undone.

“Ah...” she moaned and closed her eyes, determined to endure. If this was going to work she needed to. Snake, he was so much more removed from it all. And her plan... She wasn’t sure it would work with him.

“Snake...” she moaned his name, well, the name she had for him, and looked up to him. “Fuck, this is so good...” she hedged. Truth was, it sucked bad. She was going to be raw, but it was his turn and she had to sell it, though in the beginning it had been bliss.