Page 70 of His Keepsake

Thankfully, the bag hid some of my response.

I sat, with my legs opened, with my intimate parts exposed to Axl, and my hands bound at my back. I panted softly past the moistened tape. The sting from my slapped thighs surged and ebbed, making my clit take notice and slowly swell.

In my mind, I aimed a litany of curses at Axl.

Was this truly what Mr. Scott wanted? How could it be?

I heard Axl unzip a bag.

“Your job can wait. You can go after you’ve been a good girl, and Mr. Scott and I have had fun with our toy.”

He wasn’t here, though—Mr. Scott. I’d heard no one else moving. Seen no one. What did Axl mean?

Oh shit. Was he recording this? That was going too far.

I made a noise of consternation.

“Cannot talk properly? Tsk. Too bad.” His voice had come nearer, and he undid something on the bag. Below, more light flared through a mouth hole. His finger entered and poked me, traced my mouth. His fist held the back of the bag, pulled it tighter, and he kissed me, shockingly hard, grinding in until I was spinning.

His hand pushed between my legs, and a finger was rudely thrust into me, soon to be joined by a second. He left them inside me, making short fucking motions, while still kissing me with my head wrenched back.

When he took his mouth off mine, his taste, the roughness, and the invasion of his tongue reverberated like subtle blows. His fingers were dragged from my pussy.

Overcome, I couldn’t stop myself from gasping loudly, over and over. My breasts were heaving.

“See that Mr. Scott?” Axl asked.

The eyeholes were unclipped, and I looked out at Axl, found I was poking the gag with my tongue. The buzzing in my body from arousal, from a need for sex, was uncomfortably present.

“Why?” I tried to say, and it came out a croaky, “Mm-y.”

He shook his head and stepped away to adjust his phone where he had propped it on my coffee table. The screen showed it was recording or streaming.

Tears leaked onto my cheeks. No. If this got out, the school would be livid. More than livid.

“Permission to proceed to do filthy things to your toy, Mister Scott?”

I heard a yes, a definite yes.

My betraying pussy was not listening to logic. I was wet and swollen and getting worse by the second. Axl was holding a large green dildo.

“Looking at this?” He wobbled it. “I’m told it’s genuine orc cock. Let’s see if it fits in that sexy little pussy. Don’t move your legs or it goes in your ass instead. Got that?”

I nodded and gulped in a breath. There was no way it would fit. I would tear.

He kneeled while I watched, slightly horrified. The thing had knobs and was far larger than seemed possible to fit inside me.

He grinned and dropped a tube of lube to the rug. “I don’t think we need this, Emme.”

I blushed. Was it that obvious?

As he approached and nestled it near my entrance, I squeaked. He’d prodded, and the thing was already hurting. Toes curling, wriggling backward, I tried to escape. But with Axl kneeling between my legs there was no way to stop him, unless I kicked, and that might be a disaster. I did not want it stuck in my ass.

I was sure he would carry through with that threat.

“Good girl,” he murmured, rotating it, pushing the green orc dong further in. “Your cunt is doing amazing things.” He leaned back and pulled the coffee table closer. “I have to give Mr. Scott a good view. He’s grading me on this.”

He shoved the thing deeper, and I gaped and squeaked out a “Fuck!”

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