"Don't lie to me," he snarled, flicking a button to turn the strength of the machine up. "You're starting to cramp. Your clit is overstimulated. Your abdominal muscles are aching like fuck. You're on that machine because I want you to know. Your. Place. You have no power here. And you'll keep fucking coming until I say otherwise. Understood?"
“Ah! Fuck yes, of course...” she moaned and licked her lips. “But it is fucking good...” she hissed and shuddered as she came again, goosebumps breaking out on her skin. “Coming isn’t a hardship, it’s the denied orgasms that Devil does; that’s fucking hard. Ah!” she arched as she came again, her body seriously close to giving up. But she would endure. She needed to, and she needed to goad him to her to get her hands free.
"Not a fucking hardship..." he muttered, shaking his head. “If you're enjoying it that much, maybe I'll just leave you there the whole time I have with you. Won't be a hardship for me, either." He pressed the button to increase the power again.
“You didn’t plan to?” She moaned and shook. “That’s what I expected. Snake leaves me with something inhuman chugging away in my pussy...no attention from that glorious cock I see outlined in your slacks.” She licked her lips.
"That's off limits," he snapped. "To you, anyway..." For a moment it looked as though he was debating what to do and then he set down the controls and reached for the button of his pants. "Watch and weep that you'll never get to taste this." He pulled his cock out and fisted it, running his hand up and down the ridiculous girth of it in idle motions as she writhed and squirmed before him.
With a cry she came, watching him touch himself, her body past anything she had ever experienced. Still she endured, needing to get through it all. “Oh fuck, that’s so fucking hot, Snake.” She moaned again. “Fuck, you’re so beautiful...”
"Tell me how much you want to touch it," he goaded her. "Tell me you want to taste it. Tell me you want to feel it deep in your sloppy wet cunt."
This she could do. “Fuck yes. All those things. I want to run my tongue over it, feel it in the back of my throat as you fuck my face, ah!” She swallowed as another orgasm ripped through her, this one slightly more painful. She gasped and panted. “Oh fuck, I would die to feel you finally fucking me with that monster...” She looked at his face, tearing her eyes away from his hand pumping his thick shaft. “But I know you won’t...” she moaned. “Please let me help you...let me stroke you... Please?” she gasped again.
As her begging became more and more incoherent and frantic, his hand sped up until he came, thick pearly strings spurting up his stomach and over his hand. "No." He reached for a cloth and wiped himself off, cleaning everything except the palm of his hand, and then he came to stand in front of her shuddering body. “I'll fuck you with many things, but not that. Deal with it.” With the palm still coated in his cum, he grasped her face and tilted it up toward him. “You can take every filthy thing we do to you, and you'll still never earn the privilege of touching my dick. What do you say to that?"
Her tongue snaked out and licked his cum from his hand, and she shuddered. Fuck but he tasted good. Sweet like pineapple, slightly salty. She shuddered and looked up to him. “Crying fucking shame I can’t have more of that.” She licked her lips again. “Haven’t you figured it out yet?” Another cry and she slumped forward.
"Figured out what?" He slapped her twitching ass with his still wet palm. "Still so fucking cheeky and entitled. I should have gagged you."
She gasped and shivered. “All I want is this...” she moaned, attempting to lift her head. “Being your toy...being used by you.” By all of them, but she would have to work on them individually. “Being yours...” she choked out softly. Her ass burned where he touched her, the most perfect tingle. The spank was good, but the fact that he had touched her...
"It's not about what you want." He walked away again, somewhere behind her, and then she heard running water. "You're a fuck toy to us. A means to an end. Less clean up than a killing." The water shut off and he came back into her field of vision, drying his hands on a towel. "You're nothing, Petra. Your wants are nothing. You're a pretty power bank with tits and ass."
“Maybe...” she said with a gasp, tears starting to run down her cheeks. “But you just used my name.” They never used her name. Ever. Not once in the three times she had been with them. She knew they knew it, but he was right, this was about her being a toy. One that enjoyed being played with. And he had used her name. Dead tell. He was trying to hurt her, and maybe yeah it hurt a bit, but...as with everything else with these lunatics, there was hope.
"You think we haven't done our research?" He sounded amused, but there was a slight tone to it that betrayed his annoyance, although whether it was at her or himself was anyone's guess. "Of course I know your name. I know everything about you. It means nothing other than that I care about what happens to my brothers."
“A name means you know me...know I’m more than your little fuck doll...that you think of me as more,” she said confidently, though it was through gritted teeth and tears. The machine was putting her into a state, and one that she wouldn’t be handling well later. Thank God she asked for those Epsom salts. “Let me be more, Snake...” she gasped again. “Please.”
"No." He sat back in his chair, tossing the towel aside. "Poor deluded little girl, thinking your name means anything." He shook his head with a mocking tilt. "You were a security risk. That's all. But now we know how much you want it...how you crave it...how you'll break that body of yours any way we ask you to, you're not even that to us any more."
“I was never a security risk. I accepted this from the beginning,” she hissed. “I don’t want it. I want you. All of this is a means to an end.” She moaned and bit her lip as she cried out in pain, slumping, her body all but giving out.
"Well now I know you're fuck drunk," he snorted, all amusement this time. "You're not even making sense anymore."
She didn’t move, couldn’t, the vibrations making her twitch, but she needed to save her strength.
"Well, I guess we're done." He finally, blessedly, turned the damn machine off and the relief set her trembling all over again. He started on the leg straps first, laughing as her limbs tumbled uselessly out of the restraints like over-cooked noodles. The back strap was next and then, finally, he reached for the arm straps.
She waited, knowing he would take her off the machine instead of letting her move at her own pace, because he was nothing if not careful with his own implements and he had to know that she wasn’t in control of her limbs. As soon as he lifted her...
He took his time, rubbing the circulation back into her hands, his tenderness belying the cruel words he'd used. She hadn't even realized she'd been fighting the restraints so hard, but her body felt jelly-like and soft, so the pain barely registered. "You're going to have to go up vertically," he warned her, lifting her at the shoulders so she was sitting upright, and then moving in close so he could lift her off the machine that was filling her still rippling pussy.
She whimpered, letting him lift her, and clumsily wrapped her thighs around his hips, clinging to him as much as possible. He moved her toward the bed, and she hummed, the afterglow setting in regardless of the fact that she was largely in agony. Away from the toy, surrounded in him, her arms lying on his, hands behind his head, she took the chance, and removed his mask.
He reeled back, letting her slip from his arms into an ungainly sprawl on the floor. "What the fuck do you think you're doing?" he roared, snatching the mask back from her and turning away to put it back on.
“I saw you...Easton,” she said softly, looking up at him. Easton James, the hot as fuck artist that had shown in the gallery she worked at four times. Easton, the one that never talked to her, only gave her dirty ass glances a few times.
Easton was...Snake?
"Don't say that name!" Mask back in place, he turned on her, fury blazing in his eyes. "What the fuck were you thinking? Now we have to kill you!"
“No, you don’t,” she countered. “You think that because I know who you are I won’t keep this secret?” she asked and licked her lips. Shit, she needed water. “I told you: I’m not here because of the pact.” She looked up to him. “I’m here for you.”All of you.
"You don't get to decide that!" He was pacing now, clearly anxious. "Devil is going to skin us both alive for this."