Page 59 of Fed By Fear

“Madness, a wheel.” He jumps at my command. “And chains. Heavy fucking chains.”

The swirling creation populates directly behind Githany.

“Perfect.” I stare at the massive wheel painted with a yellow and pink spiral. Madness shoots ahead, giving it a good spin.

“You like it?” Madness dances in place, cock visibly hardening.

“Get her up there.”

She’s barely looked over her shoulder before Madness hoists her backwards, strapping her into the chains. Both hands and each ankle, secured so that she’s spread wide.

“Kinky.” Githany smirks. “My punishment is the fuck wheel of torture?”

I smirk back. That smart little mouth of hers is her demise tonight. “You fought to be included in our work. We’ve allowed you to be present and involved. Since youbroke the rules, your punishment will consist of the opposite.”

“Stop with the cryptic shit.” She glares at me.

“The three of us, together.” I step between Madness and Gator. “Without you. While you watch.”

There’s a stunned silence that satisfies a bit of the empty fear chamber within me.

“You fucking dick.” She rattles the chains.

Her outrage puts a massive grin on my face. “Give her a spin.”

Madness obliges. Githany releases a new string of curses as she spins. I do hope those chains are solid. As a soul-eater, Githany is incredibly physically strong.

The wheel comes to a stop with Githany upside down. She stares at us, those wide black eyes assessing every detail of her current predicament.

“Madness, you’ve got two mouths.”

He cackles wildly, dropping to his knees. Even Gator smiles as he steps closer.

Two mouths means twice the crazy talk spews from Madness in his nightmare form. It also means he can fit twice as many cocks in his double set of jaws.

We don’t always use him for blowjobs. Sometimes he eats Githany’s cunt while he sucks one of us off. Madness likes to string us up and take turns, moving between the three, tongues lapping over her clit and under each other’s shafts. He’s the biggest fucking tease of us all. That’s partly why I can never get enough.

He won’t tease us right now. The seriousness of Githany’s transgression is not a joke. She needs to be desperate to join in.

Gator and I move close enough to touch. His talons glide down my back. I shudder, cock jerking higher. First,Madness slides both of his tongues over my knot. Every swipe pumps more blood to the area. He licks, enveloping the swell until my knot is fully engorged.

Gator’s thick red cock is next. The tips of Madness’s tongues spin around the webbing, pressing against the thin membrane and stroking the head in front of it. Gator’s already-hard shaft grows several more inches. When Madness is satisfied, he positions himself in front of both of us.

“It’s too bad you broke the rules, Githany.” He glances behind him. “We could be tongue-fuckingyouright now.”

Githany whimpers, yanking on her chains again. “This is cruel.”

“So is stealing a meal,” I growl.

“Shhh,” Madness coos. “We make it all better.”

He takes me in one long swallow, until my knot vanishes behind his lips. His throat is pillowy soft and somehow as tight as a vise. I lock eyes with Githany, letting her watch as pure pleasure consumes my expression.

“It could have been you,” I grunt as Madness grazes my tip with his teeth.

Githany’s dark eyes burn. Her lips are parted wide as she watches. Up and down, Madness bobs his head, throating me with such finesse that I forget all about my hunger. He’s skilled with every body part, but his mouths are my favorite.

Madness continues to milk pleasure from us. At the sound of a reptilian moan, my gaze switches from Githany to Gator. He’s lost to the sensations. Muscles flexing, scales rippling. Damn he looks good when he’s getting off. His spines tremble as Madness laves at his head. I want to touch his rough skin. I need to be closer.