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His mouth kissed and suckled at her breast while his large hand closed over the other, rubbing and squeezing. “We are going to milk you like the dirty little cow you are.” She whimpered as he sucked harder, as if he could somehow cause lactation with just dirty talk.
Veronica jerked when she felt something cold, greased, and metal slide into her ass.
“Relax, and open.” It was Luke’s voice next to her ear. Robert continued to play with her breasts while Luke gripped her throat with one hand in a proprietary way as he worked the phallus inside her ass. “We’re going to be using this hole, too, sweetheart.” When she tensed, he said, “I’m just preparing you. It won’t be today.”
For the first time she was glad for the gag. With only whimpers and stifled moans, she didn’t have to come up with useless protests.
Luke gripped her throat tighter, his mouth at her ear. “Come,” he snarled.
She orgasmed around her fingers while the two men continued to stimulate her ass and breasts. When she finished, Luke untied her and carried her to the couch. She heard zippers being unzipped and pants hit the floor. She was positioned so that she straddled one of them. She didn’t even know whose cock she was on until Luke said, “Ride him until you come again.”
Robert helped her raise and lower herself, but finally, growing impatient, he flung her down on the floor and entered her from behind. She whimpered and panted around the gag as another orgasm built. Then Luke ripped the gag off her mouth and shoved his cock past her lips, his hand grabbing her hair, holding her in place as she sucked, half gagging on him.
The second time she came, the tears poured out of her like they would never stop. It was too much sensation to contain and too many confusing emotions. Robert and Luke finished inside her at almost the same moment, as if they’d done this before. They both pulled out, and Luke carried her to the couch, holding her against his chest, petting her hair and rocking her.
“Shhhh,” he said. He took the blindfold from her eyes and wiped the tears from her face. After she’d settled, he said, “Go lie down in your room for awhile. I’ll come get you a little later. Robert and I have some business to discuss.”
Somehow she knew the business was her.
She flushed and looked away from the other man as she crossed the floor and went back to her room. When she’d shut the playroom door, she heard their muffled voices, but as much as she tried, she couldn’t hear anything specific.
Finally, she gave up and crossed the hall back into her own room. She stood for a long time in front of the antique mirror, running her fingers over the welts on her thighs and bottom. Then she got under the covers and tried to relax.
* * *
“Wake up, Princess.”
Veronica scrambled to sit. She couldn’t believe she’d dosed off. She’d only meant to rest and recharge, trying not to think about her morning, or the internal struggle that had accompanied it.
Luke sat beside her, stroking her hair back from her face. “Let me look at your welts and check on your brand.”
She pulled back the covers, finally past the point of shyness over him seeing her naked. He’d behaved so much as if it were his natural right, that she was beginning to forget it wasn’t. She’d almost started to believe that it was—that the permanent mark he’d burned into her hip had caused her to forever forfeit all rights over her own body. It was as if, along with killing nerve endings, the brand had killed a few brain cells, the ones that might be in charge of charming notions like independence and gender equality.
He ran his fingertips over the welts. “Are they sore?”
“A little.” But not as much as the brand. He rolled her over to inspect that next.
He pulled a syringe from a bag, and she struggled to get away. He pressed her down, pushing against her back so she couldn’t squirm out of his hold.
“W-what is that?” A million horrible possibilities entered her mind. One of them seemed completely insane. Why would he get her hooked on drugs? But then why would he do anything else he’d done? Because he could. He was already living on the wrong side of the sanity tracks.
“Hormones. We talked about this.”
No, they hadn’t talked about it. He’d talked about it with his snickering band of ranch apes while she’d been hoping it was just the alcohol talking. Apparently not. Once Robert had brought up the idea and Will had given personal experience, it was a done deal. The men must have been discussing hormone shots in the playroom.
“I-I don’t like needles.”
“Then you won’t like this. Be still or I’ll tie you down for it.”
“P-please Sir, don’t...” Her voice closed off as if she were afraid to give more than a token protest. Pre-kidnapped Ronnie would be so disappointed.
He lifted her chin and captured her gaze in his. “Be a good girl, Ronnie. It’s our day off. I’ll take you for some ice cream if you’re good for me.”
The condescension in his words didn’t matter. The prospect of leaving the house was too novel and exciting. Veronica buried her face against the pillow, unable to look at the sharp needle as it came closer to her hip—thankfully the one that wasn’t sore already from the brand.
She dug her fingers into the pillow at the sharp burn and sting as he delivered the hormones, the pain warring with the humiliation of what he was preparing her body to do for him.
He stroked her flank when he was finished. “There, now that wasn’t too bad, was it?”
