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“Do you want people to recognize you?” Oakley raises a brow, “We are doing this for you to help you out, but by all means, we can leave the wig and mask off.”
Oh, wow. I didn't realize they thought about my feelings, to an extent, for this. Even though this is for them, they are still thinking of the outcome from my end. I turn my head back forward and let him finish putting the wig on.
“Thank you,” I say softly.
“What was that?” Oakley asks, bringing his ear closer.
“Don't push it, Harris,” I warn and get a chuckle from him.
He hands me a thin, golden, feminine mask to put on, and I look like an entirely different person when I do. My three Lords stand around me, and we stare at our reflection momentarily. I can't deny that we look beautiful together.
Oakley slips his hand around my midsection, pulling me against him, “Are you ready to fully belong to the Lords of Sin, Kitty Cat?”
I study each one who is staring back at me through the mirror. It should be illegal to be so good-looking. My core throbs from just looking at them. When Jett starts to smirk, I remember that Oakley asked me a question, and my eyes return to him in the reflection.
Nodding, I lick my lips, “Yes.”
Fynn dips down and presses his lips to my bare shoulder, “I can hardly wait, Little Saint.”
“Me, too,” Jett comes around and yanks me to him, stealing my lips as he kisses me through the mask. It's more challenging, but he manages to slip me the tongue regardless, which only gets me giggling. Fucking giggling like a damn schoolgirl.
Oakley takes my hand and heads for the door, “Come, let's get you ready, shall we?”
They bring me to aroom on the first floor with French doors opening to a patio. When they get me outside, there is a wooden structure shaped like a giant X with cuffs at all four points. My forehead crinkles; I've seen something like this before. I can't remember the name, but I know it's used for both torture and pleasure.
“What is this?” I ask as I continue to study the structure.
“This, Lovely Lina, is what we call a St. Andrew's Cross. In the old days, it was used in torture chambers, but this cross is a staple used in BDSM.” Jett runs his hand along the dark, smooth wood as he smiles at me.
“What's it doing here now, though?”
“You see, Kitty Cat, we have it hooked up to this cable and pulley system, so once we secure this gorgeous body of yours to it, we will present you to the guests as our sacrificial virgin as you suspend from above. You will stay there until it's time to send you across the yard and behind that wall over there,” Oakley points to the fake wall I noticed earlier.
“That's where we will make you officially ours, Little Saint,” Fynn runs his fingers down my bare arm, now littered with goosebumps, “It's going to be fucking amazing.”
Well, it certainly beats letting them take me in front of everyone. I guess it will be okay, but I'm still a little nervous about all three of them taking me. I know I need to get over it; I doubt they will be complete assholes about it.
“How long will I be in the air for?” I'm not afraid of heights but being suspended for a length of time isn't really my cup of tea.
“Only about ten, maybe fifteen minutes, tops. The sacrifice kicks off the start of the party, and besides, we are all dying to coat our cocks in Catalina cum.” Fynn says vulgarly.
My eyes follow the cable up and across the expanse of the yard. I'll be moving over the faux volcano, the tables, and the pool with tiki torches all around it before ending on the other side of the wall. It's not too far, but it's far enough when I know the crowd will have a nice view under my dress. Thank God for thongs.
“So, nobody will actually see the deed being done behind the wall?” I turn back to Oakley, only to see the wicked grin painting his face.
“Oh, they will be watching, but it will be on the projector screen. Nobody will see behind the wall.” He steps up to me and slips his hand inside a slit in the skirt, “Does that make you wet, Kitty Cat?” When his fingers slip into the thong, his eyes light up at what he finds.
Hardening my resolve, I look him dead in the eye, “It's not the fact that the crowd will be watching that has me in this state, Harris.”
“Oh?” He pulls his hand back and holds it up to show Jett and Fynn before sucking my arousal from them, “Then what is it?”
“You will just have to find out,” I move toward the cross and get in place.
Jett and Fynn are quick to fasten the cuffs on my wrists and then my ankles. Little wooden slats stick out for me to stand on, so it's not just the cuffs holding me in place. All the while, I keep my eyes focused on Oakley as he has his on mine. I can do this; it's what keeps running through my head. Nobody will know it's me, not while I'm in the wig and mask. Once it's all over, I'll change back into my other costume and join the rest of the party.
All three Lords check the restraints and the cables to ensure my safety before I'm lifted up. As I wait for them to finish, my heart pounds a mile a minute, but I'm not sure whether it's nerves or anticipation. It could be a little of both.
“Oh, we did leave out one small detail, Lovely Lina,” my Ink Boy steps before me, “Once we've fucked your brains out, we will kill you.”
