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Poor Makayla must be so sore and overstimulated after being left for hours with a toy trapped inside her. Given how much spirit she’d shown, he knew the guys would have loved having her helpless, unable to do anything but orgasm under their control, and she’d likely come dozens of times since he put the toy inside her yesterday afternoon. That was well over twelve hours ago, and he could imagine she was exhausted, and the last thing she wanted was to be tortured by being kept on the edge of an orgasm. Even if her body was overstimulated and didn't want pleasure, it could easily be manipulated against her wishes.

Which wasn't fair.

Makayla had been through enough. They might have lived through similar childhood experiences, but she’d come out the other side a better person than he would ever be, and she didn't deserve this.

Didn't deserve any of what was going to happen to her.

And the worst part was, he could do nothing to stop it.

Chapter

Thirteen

August 29th

8:31 A.M.

It would be so easy to beg.

So good.

Despite another orgasm being the last thing Makayla wanted, her body had other ideas. The toy that Marvin kept roughly shoving in and out of her was working her body into a frenzy. It was buzzing wildly, and the man knew how to use it to drive her wild. He alternated between shoving it inside her and holding it there for a bit, allowing it to work her close to falling over the edge. Then he’d pull it out, hold it to her throbbing bud for a while, before thrusting it in and out of her over and over again for a while, before leaving it there to work her closer to the edge again.

The cycle seemed to have been going on for hours, although she knew, realistically, it couldn’t have been more than thirty minutes. It felt like so much longer, and she was desperate for a release, her body not caring in the least that it was being abused, that it was being touched and used against her will. All it cared about was chasing the pleasure that kept zipping through it, constantly just out of reach.

“Would you hurry up,” a new voice snapped, and through the haze of pleasure pressing down upon her, she looked up to see Van stride into the room.

Maybe it wasn't obvious to anyone else, but she could quite clearly and plainly see that he wanted to rip Marvin to pieces with his bare hands. Maybe he was able to shut off the part of his emotions that would otherwise have him empathizing with her and the other unlucky women here, but he hated every second of what was done to them. It was why he stayed, why he watched with dispassion. He was protecting himself so that he could do what he was being paid to do.

And she knew that he’d do it. He’d destroy Azure so they couldn’t hurt another woman.

“You couldn’t resist having another play with her, huh?” Marvin asked with a chuckle as the toy was pushed into her, making her moan, her internal muscles clamping around it, trying to use it to finally push her over the edge.

“Actually, I want to hurry up and get pictures taken so I can pass her profile along to a couple of auction sites, so I can get back to what I was doing,” he replied, the perfect picture of irritation mixed with boredom.

Marvin laughed, but he held the toy where it was, and her orgasm pressed closer against her.

Right when she thought it was going to come crashing over her, Marvin pulled the toy out again, making a horrible whine fall from her lips. It wasn't a conscious thought, it wasn't even a real plea to let her come, it was just her body’s response to being denied something it had been pushed toward.

“You're childish,” Van snapped, but she saw him holding up a phone directed at her, which she assumed was snapping pictures of her, tied up and helpless, almost mindless with need.

That was probably appealing to sick perverts who purchased women like they were collectibles.

Her torture continued for several more minutes. Van moved around, snapping pictures of her from different angles, while she moaned, and tried to thrust her hips toward the toy to increase the friction. Only, hanging helplessly as she was, all she ever did was make herself swing wildly out of control, and never climb any closer to the release she sought.

It felt like it was never going to end.

That she would be kept here indefinitely, so close to coming but never allowed to crest that wave. The pain in her shoulders wasn't even noticeable anymore, all she could think about was the all-consuming need clawing at her like a beast, screaming to be let out.

“Huh,” Van’s voice caught her attention, and she wasn't sure she liked the tone of it.

“What?” Marvin asked, pausing with the toy fully inside her, and because his hand didn't let go, the pressure was firmer, letting her climb more quickly than she’d been able to before.

“I haven’t even uploaded her profile to any of the sites yet, and I already have a request for her,” Van replied.

Someone wanted to buy her already?

Without even seeing her?