Chapter 68 - Eleanor

Embrace the situation.

I stared in horror at Myrtle's blank eyes rolling to the back of her head. Her body went limp, and the blood she spat when she was impaled trailed down my cheek. What had I done?

The sound of wood splintering pulled me from my thoughts. I turned, and saw Riot and Callahan standing, tearing the rope off.

Oh no. They were angry I'd killed their object of attention. Were they going to blindly murder me too?

"Eleanor, I told you to leave," Riot snarled. His muscles seemed to be pulsing. "Why didn't you leave?"

"I'm sorry!" I raised my hands and tried to back away, but I bumped into Myrtle's body and I leaped forward, falling to the floor. I caught myself by my hands and looked up. Both men were glaring daggers at me.

"I haven't been free in weeks." Callahan stretched. "This is nice."

"It's going to be better here soon," Riot said.

He removed his jacket, and in one swift moment, he pulled his shirt off, revealing his muscled, tattooed chest. He cracked his knuckles and reached for his belt.

I began to sob. My body shook with terror. I'd been spanked to the point of extreme bruising. I'd been choked until I went unconscious. But I wasn't ready to be beaten to death. "I— I'm sorry. Please don't hurt me."

I looked around, searching for an exit. There was none. The door was locked; the code trapped inside Myrtle's pierced brain. As I scanned the room, I saw the table with the suitcase. Quickly, I crawled to it and scrambled up the table.

"There has to be something here," I shouted over my shoulder. "She knew better than to not be prepared." There were a dozen vials of liquid. One of these had to be the reversal for this— whatever it was.

Callahan caught my wrist and jerked it up. I screamed. I hadn't heard him come up. He squeezed me until I dropped the vial I'd been holding. It rolled onto the floor. He spun me around and pressed me against him. His cock pressed against my dress.

"There's no cure, Eleanor. It's too late. While I was waiting for you two, she told me everything. These aren't reversal drugs. They just enhance the experience."

I shook my head, tears stinging my eyes. I didn't understand what he was saying. His hand went under my dress and gripped my panties.

"We warned you to get out."

Riot came behind me, sandwiching me between them.

"We can't stop this now. We tried to fight it. But we can't, Eleanor. Brat…" Riot trailed off. He sank down, his head dipping under my dress. He tugged my panties down.

"Cunt," Callahan said.

"Cunt. Brat. Whatever. I don't care. I can't think straight right now," Riot grumbled, shoving my legs apart.

"Riot, please." My legs shook with fear. "I don't want to die."

"Die?" Riot's lips were fire on my skin as he kissed my calves, my thighs, slowly moving up. "Who said anything about dying?"

I gasped as he spread my cheeks. I jerked away and he laughed, skipping what I thought he was going to do. Callahan found my front, and spread my lips, diving hungrily between them.

"Callahan, Daddy, please," I pleaded. "I'm not ready."

The fear of possibly being murdered, after having done so myself to my own mother, didn't create an erotic atmosphere.

"We'll get you there," he muttered. "Take her to the bed," he ordered Riot and pulled away from me. Before I could fight, Riot stood and grabbed my waist from behind. I kicked and fought as he lifted me. He tossed me onto the bed and I leaped back up, trying to make a run for it, but he was faster and stronger than me. He held my wrist tight.

"Here," Callahan tossed something to Riot. It made a sharp clang as he caught it with his empty hand. He opened his hand and unveiled two sets of metal handcuffs.

Oh no.

Riot grinned wickedly. I stared into his eyes. They didn't seem to be the ones I'd grown familiar with. There was something else there, someone else in charge. My Riot would never be this cruel.

He dragged me back onto the bed and to the headboard. I kicked him, but the monster inside him didn't register my fight. He continued on, locking me to the posts, spreading my arms wide to the point of pain.

"Please, whatever your plan is, just kill me. Don't make me suffer."

He ignored me and returned to Callahan. Callahan seemed to know what he was looking for in the suitcase. I watched, my body and mind in pain, as he loaded a syringe with something, and turned to the bed.

My eyes flicked behind the men. Myrtle hung on the wall, taunting me.

I'd killed her, yes, but now I was going to suffer because of it. The murderous looks in their eyes told me so.

Riot and Callahan came to the bed, one went to the left, the other took the right, surrounding me. I wanted to laugh. What did they think I would do, handcuffed to the bed? I couldn't run.

"This will relax you," he said, and before I could protest, he stuck me in the arm with the needle. I screamed but it was quickly silenced as warmth flooded through my body, up my arms and down my shoulders, tingling my breasts, my belly, and lingering between my thighs.

Oh .

The men shared a look and smiled. My eyes grew heavy, and I shut them. The sound of them removing their belts and clothes roused me some, but it was as if I'd been giving warm milk and a soft, heavy blanket.

Was this their gift? That I'd die painlessly?

I felt my legs being lifted, my shoes and socks were removed. My panties were long gone. One of the men moved between them and parted me wide.

"You're so beautiful, Eleanor. We don't want to hurt you, but we can't stop this," Callahan told me. It was him between my legs.

"Stop what?" I asked, my voice dizzy. I felt breath on my pussy before his tongue ran down my slit. He parted me and began his seduction of my body. Despite protesting my lack of desire, my body betrayed me. I was wet in an instant and he lapped it up, sending me spiraling.

I moaned, as the heat flooded through me, a constant source of pleasure. While Callahan focused on my pussy, Riot massaged my breasts over my dress.

"Is she ready?" Riot asked. Callahan pushed a finger inside and I gasped, writhing in pleasure.

"Oh yeah." He pulled back, and crawled closer. I felt his hips against mine as he lined up his cock with my entrance. He slid in and, barely giving me a chance to adjust, began to thrust hard and fast. I cried out in pain as I was stretched and pummeled. The drug was stopping it from hurting too much, but the moment it wore off, I feared how I'd feel.

Was he going to fuck me to death? Split me in two? Was he trying to puncture one of my organs?

He was going so deep, I couldn't take it.

I cried but I couldn't fight. My muscles were too relaxed. I felt my body explode with orgasm, but I couldn't do much past arch my back and let it happen.

"Good girl," Callahan groaned as he spilled his seed into me.

I barely had a chance to rest before he was pulling out and Riot was taking his place. They didn't bother to clean me up before he slid in and started the same harsh, violent rhythm that Callahan had done.

This was the drug. They had no control. They didn't want to do this.

I told myself over and over again as one would finish and the other took his place, over and over.

At some point, they took off the cuffs just long enough to yank my dress off, leaving me completely bare to them. I was immediately hung back up, and left to their mercy - of which there was none. They were like robots; they didn't seem to lose stamina.

My body was drenched in sweat and fluids from all three of us. As much as I hated it, I orgasmed each time right along with them. The pleasure was overwhelming and tiring and I wanted to stop, yet, my belly still fluttered and my pussy begged for more. I needed the button inside me to be violently pushed. Over and over again.

"Please, my arms hurt so bad," I pleaded for them to let my hands free. Only when Riot collapsed beside me, did Callahan do the same. Fear set in, realizing they were falling asleep. I'd be stuck like this all night. "Daddy, please," I whimpered.

He roused, and his hard cock pressed against me, ready for another round. Without speaking, he lifted my legs and took me again, spilling into me, and then much to my relief, he unlocked both of my hands and promptly dropped to the bed, exhausted.

I slept with them, but the drugs wore off, and I woke to a silent room. I sat up slowly, and looked at both sides of me, where the men I loved slept. Sadness flowed through me. They weren't those men anymore, just shells, overtaken by a beast unlike anything I'd ever dealt with before. I'd take on a thousand creepies, bitters, or etgars, or be exposed directly to radiation before I let this be their forever fates. There was a cure somewhere, I knew it.

Carefully, I crawled off the bed. I had to make a run for it.