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Samantha smiles up at me, studying my face, searching for deceit. She won’t find any. My mask is firmly in place. Her eyes fill with lust, and I have to bite the inside of my cheek to prevent myself from pushing her away. “I knew you’d eventually come around. You could only resist me for so long.” Lifting her hands, she drags her claws down my chest. “I know that bitch couldn’t hold a candle to what we have. She can’t feed the beast inside of you that yearns for depravity. But I’ll be your cum slut.”
I have to fight the bile churning in my gut and smile. “Why don’t we grab our drinks and head for the basement.”
Beaming with satisfaction, she tugs me back to where Wyatt stands. He holds out her cup as we approach and readily accepts it, guzzling its contents while I pretend to sip mine. You can never be too sure with Samantha. Knowing her, she’d spike all the drinks to ensure she was victorious.
Wyatt can’t hide his glee.
Gotcha bitch.
I don’t know what dosage she used, but she’s wobbling on her feet by the time we reach the basement. Her words are slurred, and I’m tempted to let her fall down the stairs and crack her head open. Unfortunately, that would lead to Owen’s demise. So, instead, I throw her over my shoulder and make my descent.
“Throw her ass in the back room. I’m going to grab a few things,” Wyatt states, striding down the hall toward Lev’s room.
Thoughts of our earlier conversation run through my mind as I toss her on the bed and secure her arms and legs with zip ties to the bedpost. She’s wearing a dress and is pantyless, if I go by the vag slip I just got, making me nearly vomit.
Footsteps sound down the hall, and I turn, seeing Wyatt holding an automatic sex machine with the centaur dildo attached to it and a jar filled with a milky-white substance with hints of gray in it.
“Do I want to know what the fuck is in that?” I point to the glass container he just placed on the table in the room.
The question is barely out of my mouth before he answers, “Horse nut.”
I rub my hand over my face. “And how exactly did you and Owen come by horse sperm? More importantly, why did you both even try to acquire it?”
“You never know when you might need it, and look.” He points to Sam, passed out on the bed. “It didn’t take very long for a situation to arise for it to be utilized,” he states smugly.
Sighing, I ask the question I’m not sure I want the answer to. “What exactly are your plans for all of. . .” I wave my hands in the general direction of the table. “That?”
Wyatt adjusts the dildo. “She’s been building up to demanding sex from you. Hence, the roofies in the drink bit. I say we let her believe that happened—Heir style.”
It’s brutal but fucking genius, and it’s everything Samantha Davenport deserves. She planned to rape me or both of us tonight.
Well, uno reverse, bitch.
“Set this shit up,” I instruct, pulling out my phone and texting the group chat to ensure Lev turns on the camera. This video is the perfect payback for the one she leaked of Ariah and will go a long way in bringing about the destruction of Edgewood’s self-proclaimed queen. “Who’s touching her to insert it?”
“Not it,” Wyatt blurts before I can fully ask the question, and I growl. “Hey, you’re the only one out of us who has willingly touched her pussy,” he deadpans.
Flaring my nostrils, I huff, “Fine. Hand me some gloves and prop her ass up with pillows.”
We both quickly get to work. Once she’s positioned and the dildo is inserted. I turn the device on, and we both step out of the frame.
Using the remote, I start the machine. Slowly at first, ensuring it won’t slip out. It’s set to shallow thrusts because I’m sure fourteen is too many inches, not to mention the damn thing was so thick I barely could wrap my hand around the shaft.
“Make it go faster and harder. I know from Samantha’s detailed retellings you two were rough. She needs to feel it once she wakes,” Wyatt instructs.
I nod and increase the speed. She’s taking about eleven inches, and the thrusts are hard. She begins to moan, and Wyatt makes a gagging sound.
“Wes,” she groans before falling silent as her face twists in pleasure. “More,” she begs, and I oblige, turning it up two notches, increasing the pace of the thrusts but not the depth.
She should be happy she can’t die because death by dildo would be a fucked but hilarious way to go. However, she doesn’t deserve that ending—her death must be slow and methodical.
Maybe there should be some level of guilt about taking advantage of a drugged Samantha, but I feel nothing—none of us do. She had every intention to drug us tonight. It would be the only way she’d ever get any of us to fuck her.
I want to claw my ears off when she screams my name during her release. I’ve always hated the sound of her voice, especially during sex. That’s why I always gagged the cunt.
Wyatt steps over to the table, picks up the jar, and uncaps it as he strides toward the bed. I watch as he drizzles the horse cum all over her. Starting on her face, he ensures a good amount lands on her lips. He trails down her black dress, pulling the top down and exposing her fake giant tits. Her nipples are rock hard, her breaths are stuttered, and she’s about to come again. Wyatt continues down her abdomen, stopping where the machine is pistoning in and out of her, and pours the remainder of the contents over the shaft of the dildo.
He turns. “Does this count as bestiality?”
