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My whole body is shaking, tremors completely taking over my body as the movement has both pleasure and pain merging inside of me until my whole body feels like a raw nerve. Truth rolls his hips, his cock moving inside of my ass slowly, retreating and then pushing forward. Then he does it again. The whimpers leaving my mouth are loud.
Dare still hasn’t moved, just watching my face with each movement of Truth’s hips. Watching the tears slide down my cheeks. Something covers my eyes, everything going dark, and then a tongue slides up my cheek.
“Give us your pain, Little Darling, give us all your tears.”
I know it's Dare that spoke, because I can still feel the wet glide of Truth’s tongue on my cheek as he licks away my tears.
Suddenly Dare rears up also, his tongue slowly licking my other cheek as Truth continues to roll his hips. Dare then licks across my bottom lip and his groan tells me he can taste his own blood from my mouth, and then his mouth is on mine, his kiss almost as feral as the sounds leaving me.
They both move away from my face again before my eyes are uncovered, but they have their masks back in place. Dare’s gloved hand reaches out and he brushes his thumb against my bottom lip, my whimpers are slowly changing to moans the more Truth moves.
It seems to be some sort of signal for him, because he starts moving inside me too. They both start thrusting inside me, alternating so that one thrusts as the other retreats. I have never felt anything like it before. There is still pain, from the stretch of both cocks inside me, from the cuts on my skin, the digging of the ropes in my wrists and neck. But the pleasure is sweeping me up in its grasp also.
They quickly set a savage rhythm, fucking me hard. Truth’s hand tightens around my throat at the same time Dare wraps his hand around the ropes between my wrists and neck. He pulls tight, and my breath cuts off. My hands automatically go to my throat grabbing Truth's hand with one of my own as my other grabs at the rope. My body tightens around them.
Truth groans in my ear, his thrusts losing their rhythm until he’s just pounding into me, his hips slapping hard against my ass with each thrust. “You like that, Little Darling, you like being fucked by killers?”
My mouth is open but no sound is coming out, no air is getting through at all. The already dim light of the forest is darkening further, my head feeling lighter as everything starts getting hazy.
I feel Dare lean up more than I see him move. “Do you ever think about it, Little Darling? Do you think about how it felt for us to thrust our knives into those women like we are thrusting our cocks inside you? To feel the hot blood hit our skin, covering us until we are red with it. Watching the life leave their eyes.”
With each word my body tightens further around them, until all I can feel is them: their cocks, their hands, and their bodies. The darkness keeps taking over my vision second by second.
Suddenly air is rushing back into my lungs and my orgasm crashes into me with the force of a cyclone, catching me up in its whirlwind before smashing me back down to where I’m caught between these two men. My whole body convulses and shudders as I clamp down onto both of them, my whole body pulsing. My screams echo through the forest before turning to whimpers.
They have destroyed me. That’s all I can think of as they still their movements. There is no part of me that is going to ever recover from my involvement with them. Their dark influence has been branded on my soul and there is no turning back.
Truth slowly pulls himself from inside me.I whimper again at the feeling. I can vaguely feel him move away, but he’s back in only a few seconds, his hand brushing my sweaty hair aside as he crouches again and says, “Sorry, Little Darling, hopefully one day we won’t have to do this.”
The prick of the needle has a quick half protest falling from my lips before I’m dragged into unconsciousness again.
Chapter 27
Alex
WhenIwakeupthis time it’s still dark, and I’m back on my couch as though the whole experience was a dream. Except I can feel every ache and pain in my body. I can tell that they spent time cleaning me and caring for my wounds, but the only sign of them is a glass of clear liquid on the coffee table next to what I’m assuming is pain medication.
Plus a small wrapped gift.
I eye all three items suspiciously as I sit up on the couch. But in the end, I pick up the tablets and swallow them down with the clear liquid. It has a mildly sweet flavor to it and reminds me of whatever Truth had me drink when I was tied to my wall. It soothes my throat and clears my foggy mind before the pain medication even has time to take effect.
Looking at the clock on the wall I’m surprised to see that it’s only just about to pass midnight. I know that still means it has been hours since I first arrived at the house, but I thought with whatever they gave me, the run, and everything that came after, more time would have passed; they must have used something that only had me unconscious for a short time period.
They dressed me in one of my regular night shirts, even going so far as to put underwear on me. Looking down the neck of the shirt I can see that there aren't really any new dressings. If anything, they removed the one from the first cut I got on Dare’s knife. I can’t see my back clearly, but that too seems as though the older cuts have now been left to breathe while there are some smaller dressings in new places where my back was cut by the tree.
There is a small dressing on my leg and a vague recollection of a branch catching hard on my leg as I ran. One of them even brushed my hair.
My heart actually warms at the thought of these men taking such consideration and care.
Focussing back on the gift in front of me I look at the note tied to it.
My lip twitches at the note even as a frown tugs at my forehead. Curiosity swirls within me, the last present they gave me was a USB with a wealth of information on it, everything I hadn’t realized I needed. What could these men consider as something small?
Carefully, I unwrap the gift, revealing an intricately carved wooden box inside. It has an odd design but something about it seems familiar. It’s only small, no bigger than the size of my fist. I push the thought aside and open it.
If I hadn't already been sitting down I would have fallen at the sight. Inside, nestled on a bed of velvet, is a delicate gold necklace with a pendant in the shape of a heart.
A memory tugs at me and I’m thrown into the past.
