Chapter 7

How in the ever-living fuck was I aroused? I was a kidnapped, desired toy. Tied up, naked, legs spread by a fucking rod. Was I that desperate? Who the fuck was I? I should be panicking for my life right now, because who knows what these freaks would do to me? But I wasn't. I couldn't break my eyes from this man's junk; I was no less a perverted fool than anyone else in this room.

"Now… Fire? Check. Ice?" Ruby hummed, and Damon scurried off to the bar to grab a glass full of ice. "Check."

"What?" I croaked. What the hell was going to happen? My eyes darted between Ruby and Damon, then Tilly, who was collectively calmer than I had anticipated. Like she wasn't new to seeing someone restrained against their will. "Here." Ruby passed the cup of ice to Tilly, and she grabbed a piece. Without so much as an inkling of instruction or a glimmer of hesitation in her eyes, Tilly was before me. I flinched from the intrusive sensation as she slid the cube of ice down my neck. She mouthed better me than her and I nodded; she was right.

The chill from the ice melting into my skin from the heat of her breath added to my goosebumps. An odd feeling, both hot and cold. The sensation was like nothing I had felt before, not like taking a cold shower, or dipping your feet in a cold pool. This was a different, and my brain was wreaking havoc, arguing with myself if it was one that I liked or not. I couldn't answer myself truthfully. But what my brain wanted and what the ache between my legs needed were two very different things. I looked anywhere but at either of them; I couldn't. I sobbed through my confusion and Tilly trailed the cube of ice down the apex of my right breast. I panted and tried to arch from the sensation, but the cuffs around both ankles and wrists made it almost impossible for any leverage to move. An illicit groan formed in my throat, one I couldn't control. Damon mimicked the groan and I peered over to glance at him, curiosity spiked. My heart pounded out of my chest.

Bothhands were firmly gripped around his erection, his eyes burning on me. A twinkle of light reflected at the tip of his length, and I pinched my eyes to make out the twinkle. Forgetting entirely that I was inexorably staring at a man's cock. My lips parted into a sharp O, drawing an inaudible gasp, the glimmer was a piercing. No, two. I think. I could make out that one of them was a thick ring, pierced directly into the shaft near the slit and back out underneath. I remember Tilly talking about these. A prince albert. Between the slits of his fingers as he stroked, another piercing was visible, impaled directly across the shaft. An ampallang. I tried to swallow over the lump in my throat. There was another piercing popping in and out of sight under the palm of his hand, smaller than the other two, under the head of the tip. The frenum. Unease stewed in my belly, the pain a man would have to go through for a piercing on his member. If he can tolerate not just one piercing, but three… He was not to be reckoned with.

By the look on his face, he was enjoying every moment of my gawking. His chest was panting as he stroked himself, building his orgasm to my curiosity. I had almost forgotten I had Tilly rolling ice over my skin. "Good girl. Those goosebumps are ready." Ruby praised her. I heard Tilly pant; she was obviously enjoying this. Ruby shooed Tilly away and took over, not that I was paying attention. I couldn't stop watching Damon.

The cool shade of his blue eyes beaming straight onto me like I was either about to be his next meal or he was going to come and take my virginity. Wasn't I supposed to be scared of him? I mean, I had just gotten kidnapped by him and three other masked freaks, who have a bunch of women in the basement. You'd think I of all people should be screaming for my freedom. But I wasn't. This silly girl was a deer on headlights. If Damon so much as came near me with that catastrophic thing- I wouldn't even call it a cock, it was a monster- he would destroy me. Especially considering I was a virgin.

Yet, why was I considering it? I had to of gone mad. Was I still drunk? I mean, come on. Two hands? TWO?! My attention vaguely drifted to the sound of Ruby flicking a lighter and holding on the gas, but I didn't look. A building sensation of desire, desperation, need, was tapping away at the ache in my womanhood as he built his own. His breath intensified suddenly and his eyes darkened.

Tsss. I cried out. Pain shot through my body to somewhere above my breast. My train of thought was quickly diminished. A bite of scolding heat ripped into my skin. Ruby was holding the heated tip of her lighter against my chest. Leaving a pink serrated U-shape mark bubbling on my flesh. Sending my body almost into some kind of seizure-like moment against the restraints. I sobbed, all good feelings I had now long gone. "What the fuck is wrong with you people?" I howled, yanking at the straps at my wrists. The tears poured down my face. "I told you, when you don't obey, there are punishments. We're just warming up".

Damon chuckled at Ruby's remark. Tilly was silent, stoic, with her hands behind her back and her eyes to the floor, a tear falling down her cheek. Ruby held another piece of ice against the burn, I flinched at first, but the pain dwindled away from the melting ice. I dropped my head, keeping my eyes on the floor, and a sharp inhale ripped through my teeth at the sudden change of sensations, something sharp. Against my wrist. I knew it wasn't a knife. I couldn't make out the object and I didn't want to look. I kept my head low, weeping at the new wound on my chest.

By the time my head had the chance to refocus again, it dawned on me that the sharp thing Ruby rolled along my wrist didn't actually hurt, only my brain receptors were telling me it did. Sharp, yes, but not painful. It felt like needles. Ruby rolled the device from my wrist, down my arm. Across my collar bone to my neck. I darted my eyes open and glared at her in a panic, seeing it was a pinwheel. And she was getting closer to my burn.

"Please. D-" I begged, not letting my tongue finish the sentence. Otherwise I might of gotten another punishment of some kind. "Say it again." Ruby hissed, a daring brow arched across her face, lifting her cat wing linger. She was intimidating in every way, shape, and form. And as cold as ice. I stayed silent. Holding my breath. "Good girl." She pulled the pinwheel off my skin and trailed her soft, dainty finger across the little white lines the pins left behind against my skin, eliciting a mindless breathy moan. Shit. I had to stop doing that. Damon howled a primal-like animal groan.

I smacked my lips shut, sucking them into my teeth in my own mental punishment for admitting my obvious arousal to her touch and watching a man masturbate. It was a sensation I couldn't put my finger on, pleasure and pain. Curiosity and terror melding together. I was getting quite sick of my fucking head throwing mixed messages. I couldn't keep up. I didn't know if I wanted to laugh or cry. Beg for my freedom or beg him or her to touch me. Ruby brushed her thumb around my mouth, and my lips instinctively parted in response. I whimpered again.

"She's got a pretty mouth, D. But it would look so much better with something in it". Ruby teased.

"What?" My heart skipped a beat or two trying to process what she had said. "Mmmm, fuck." Damon hissed. Damon was quick to my side. I held my breath as the soft skin of his erection planted against my breast as he loosened the chain at the shackles on the wall. I panted hard, and my nipples swelled. "On your knees." The heat of his heavy breath ripped down my core, making my skin crawl with both fear and curiosity. I did as he demanded, and my arms pulled up behind me, the chain becoming taut once more. He secured the chain and found a buckle on my wrists, locking the two cuffs together.

"Fuck the mouth, I want more. I want to destroy this little cunt." Damon hissed, and forcefully cupped the palm of his hand at my vagina. I cried out but was met with pleasure and terror. Ruby turned a vexing brow at him. "He will have your fucking head if you take it from her. Not this one." she reminded him. Damon's jawline clenched down, trapping the growl with the tension as he gritted his teeth together. He moved his hand hesitantly, and scoffed something under his breath. I knew what he wanted: my virginity.

Rage coursed my veins, and my breath quickened. My virginity wasn't someone's to take. It was fucking earned. And I wasn't going to have it taken from me without a fight. But being angry wasn't going to solve anything with these people. I was outnumbered. Where did that leave me? Weak. By the tone in Ruby's voice, and Damon's reaction, it was clear that someone had higher authority over them. Someone in control of who was coming and who was going. And who was in control of sexual interactions. One name came to mind. The shadow man. The fucking bastard. I didn't think I would ever hate a person, not in my entire life. But hate doesn't even begin to scratch the surface with this motherfucker. If that man had a higher control over Damon, he wasn't someone to be reckoned with.

"Fine." Damon growled, "but he better not kill this one too fucking quick. It's not every day a toy like this one comes along for us." He shifted his cold eyes up and down my naked body, his erection still standing to attention proudly for him, with not a care in the world as to who was looking. It took a moment to gather my thoughts, processing what the fuck he just said. The chill down my spine lingered on the word and a thumping beat swelled in my mouth. Like someone had just reefed their hand into my rib cage and squeezed my heart.

Kill…

I froze. Unable to move my body or breathe, I just stood there. Letting the word swallow me whole as the weight of it sat heavy on my shoulders. I was incapable of crying, not even a hint of a tear. Completely numb to my surroundings, their voices faded into thin air, replaced by white noise and stillness. It finally sank in, and the tears came rolling. They were going to kill me, but why? Somehow. I managed to choke down my tears and peered up at Damon. The bastard was patiently waiting for my lips to find their place around him. I craned my head, glancing quickly at the women in the cages at the back of the room. They seemed to be in the same state I was; sexually aroused, terrified, and with a ticking time bomb of when they might have their lives taken from them. Were they hostages for murder too? Was this still a sex dungeon? Vomit fizzed in my stomach. The girls looked very much like me. Long black or dark brown hair, freckled faces and bodies and white pale skin.

The sick fucking bastard. Without warning my chin was forced toward his length. His tongue darted across his mouth hungrily as his thumb pressed against my bottom lip. My eyes locked onto his impressive length and piercings. His thumb tugged at my lip, and with his other hand he knotted my hair. With every inch of force he had, he thrust right into the back of my throat. I coughed on instinct, but accommodated him quickly. A primal growl freed from his mouth as he rolled his head back. His length doubled in size against the walls of my mouth, if that were even possible. Suddenly, my O-shaped mouth wasn't big enough. I was undeserving of a break to breathe, so if I wanted any chance of that, I needed to stop crying so that my nose had a clear passage. He thrust, hard.

Until he reached the furthest depths of my throat. I had all mental intentions of throwing up, but I didn't. I didn't cough again either; I couldn't even if I wanted to. There was not a slither of space between him and the inside of my mouth for air. My nose filled my lungs with air, his scent hitting my brain. A dark, hateful desire, heat, hunger. I instinctively adjusted myself so that I could accept more of him. Suddenly, a hand lodged between my legs. Ruby's hand. Pleasure immediately drowned out the terror and fear I had racing through my veins and my temperature skyrocketed. I mindlessly dipped my hip to meet her touch, and a muffled moan slipped from my lips. Fuck. There was definitely something wrong with me.

"Jesus." she whimpered. Which only made my cheeks flush crimson; I was soaked. Dripping in whatever it was that arousal produced. I wasn't fooling anyone other than myself. I was tormenting myself, denying my own desires. Because what my brain was telling me and what my pussy was telling me were two very different things. I felt something building, a climax. My first climax. Somewhere in my core, just out of reach. I sobbed as Ruby's fingers met my swollen clit. An unfamiliar, disturbing, somehow unwelcoming yet very welcoming wave of sensations threatened.

Eliciting an intense lengthy muffled moan around Damon's throbbing cock as my body pushed into her touch like I was in an exorcism. I had no control over my body at this point; it was doing its own thing. But a release was not something I was granted, yet desperately wanted. Needed. I felt like a coiled spring about to explode under them, and they only mirrored the sensation. Her finger twirled at the little dot that was my clit, like she had done this a million times before. So gentle yet with such hunger, building my obsession up and up, and letting me fall again.

Ruby hummed. "Little toy likes this, D. What should we do with her? She's too close."

"No sis, don't let this one cum. I want her left hungry." He hissed his arousal through his teeth, winding himself down.

"You like this, little toy? This is the only thing you'll be good for, a fucking toy." Ruby purred, and she licked her lips. I don't know how or why, but their illicit mock only made me whimper and pant harder. Ruby twirled my clit lightly in a clockwise pattern, alternating pressure. I cried out around Damon"s length, and snot pooled at my nose from panting. My climax was close if only she sped up a little more. I tried to beg, or deny; I couldn"t tell which one of the two had higher demand. But my throat was filled with a cock.

"Her mouth is going to look so good when it's full of my cum." My eyes freed a tear of desperation. Panting heavily for more of Ruby's delicious torment. Close. So close. Damon neared his climax and violently yanked at my hair. My scalp tingled as he thrust deeper against the dull ache in my throat. "Fuck. Oh, fuck!" he moaned before his body stilled and webs of his warm liquid spouted from him into the back of my throat, over and over again. Ruby's hand disappeared, and I was left hungry, desperate, and dizzy. I couldn't swallow, as he was too deep to contract the muscles.

The unfamiliar flavor on my tongue made me shudder; it was salty yet sweet. With his fingers still knotted in my hair, Damon pulled my head back, all of him leaving my mouth. His piercings clinking against my teeth on his departure. I was absolutely going to hell for this. I swallowed, twice. There was a lot of liquid. He forced my gaze up to meet his and I sobbed, vigorously. A self-satisfied smirk turned his lips. The fucking bastard. "What a good little slut. Twisted and desperate. Easy to ruin. Just how we like them." he mocked. I stirred into a fit of tears and I started to pant. A panic attack? My brain fuzzed, and the color white took over my vision. Then darkness enveloped me.