Chapter 36

Chapter Thirty-Six

SERAFINA

One thing that’s occurred to me a few times is that no police or detectives have gotten involved in what happened to me. Even the hospital staff did nothing to contact authorities. It just proves to me that Tyrant and all those around him—they are the authorities. Everything Tyrant has said, suggested and hinted has all been true.

It’s like living in a world that’s really nothing but lies for so long and being ripped from it. And you’re not just gently moved into another kind of life. You’re just placed into it. With a guy like Tyrant as your ace . I think I like that term a lot now.

Ace .

I’m not sure what it truly means to Tyrant or the others, but I know what Tyrant is starting to mean to me. No matter how hard I try to push myself into the reality of violence and murder and scream that Tyrant is a bad person, it’s no use for what the thought of his name or what he does to me does to my heart.

My heart used to race from panic attacks. Now it races from Tyrant. I guess I can call it a Tyrant attack . When he’s near me. When he looks at me. When his deep voice talks to me. Not to mention when those huge, strong hands of his touch me. Even when I’m in a hospital bed, looking at my worst, feeling my worst, his two fingers gave me pleasure that I never knew could be true.

The second I think about him touching me, it’s like a waterfall between my legs. I no longer have any control or composure over myself. Any barriers of sexual desire have been destroyed. Fantasies live in the forefront of my mind, ready for more, wanting to be teased, tempted, and pushed harder.

Harder!

Oh, fuck, harder!

I wake to the stroke of someone’s hand against my cheek. I’m out of the hospital, finally. I’m back in Tyrant’s massive bed. I feel warm, safe, and protected. Not to mention I took what felt like the greatest shower of my life. And as I took that shower, Tyrant stood and watched me. He remained fully clothed. I kept looking at him. His gaze alone almost made me orgasm.

I’m resting in his bed, eyes shut, but I open them when I feel that touch against my cheek. When I see the mask hovering over me, I gasp for a breath. My heart doubles in rate. I blink fast.

Without even thinking, right away I reach up and touch the masked man’s chest. I search for Tyrant’s nipple piercing. When I find it, I calm down, but only a little. Tyrant in a mask means something is about to happen.

I sit up in the bed and look up at him. I swallow hard. I find myself nodding, already approving and agreeing to whatever is about to happen. My brain, body and pleasure have been totally rewired by this masked man.

His hand touches my chin. Works its way down to my throat. I hold my head back a little bit more, wanting to feel his grip. Wanting him to grab, squeeze.

Do it! Choke me! Fucking choke me, Tyrant!

His fingers slide to the back of my neck and he pulls. I stand up from the bed. Tyrant grabs my hair, taking a good handful, and we begin to walk toward the bedroom door.

I’m led toward the other bedroom. The one where I had once been tied to the wall. Tyrant kicks open the door and I see two other men in black robes and masks waiting. On the floor there’s a circle made of lit candles.

Oh, fuck, are they going to… sacrifice me…?

Have I gone from intense pleasure to some kind of devilish offering of my soul or something?

“Center of the circle and on your fucking knees,” Tyrant’s voice growls.

He pushes at my back and I stumble forward. With each push, pull, step and stumble, I have to admit that it hurts my head. I’m still recovering from the attack. I still have staples in my head right now as I walk to the center of the candlelit circle and drop to my knees.

Tyrant walks the perimeter of the circle and stands between the other two masked men. He reaches behind him and produces a wine red silk piece of cloth. He moves toward me, into the candlelit circle. I look up at him. My body is on fire. Yet I have no idea what’s about to happen.

This is what you’ve done to me, Tyrant.

He places the cloth against my face, covering my eyes, tying it behind my head. I note the way he moves, tying it tight yet with enough gentle care not to disrupt the staples in my head. I can’t see, obviously.

“Your purpose requires no sight,” Tyrant says. “Your sight is commanded by another. You will do what you are told when to do it without question. Correct?”

“Yes,” I whisper.

“The three of us are standing before you with our command and our need,” Tyrant says. “You, claimed one , are going to suck each of our cocks.”

The words ring out in my head. My lips quiver. My throat tightens.

Oh… fuck…

“Open your fucking mouth, claimed one .”

It feels like Tyrant’s voice is a mile from me. My jaw keeps shaking. I have no idea who the other two guys are with him.

Demo? Vic? Peri?

Two other random guys? I’ve never done a blindfolded, sucking cock thing. It’s an odd feeling not being able to look before you… suck .

When I feel the head of a cock touch my lips my head pulls away and I gasp. A hand grabs at the back of my hair and pulls. I whimper and open my mouth.

I’m sorry.

The bulbous tip touches my lips again. Rubbing against my top lip. Then against my bottom lip. When it enters my mouth, I have to open wider to adjust for the size. Odds are I have a stranger’s cock in my mouth right now. Sliding deeper with each passing second.

My tongue is pressed down, my jaw starts to ache. He stops and pulls back. Then presses forward. Repeating that same move over and over, fucking my mouth.

My body rocks back and forth a little bit, trying to keep up with the motion as he starts to move faster and harder. He touches the back of my tongue which sends a signal for my gag reflex to kick in. I fight it off the best I can. I groan.

His shaft is thick and hard. Like warm steel, moving in perfect motion and unison. Back and forth. He then stops and moves his hand to the top of my head. His hand spread wide, basically palming my entire head. His pinky touches the staples in my head.

Slowly, he pulls his cock out of my mouth. Inch by inch until he pops free. I feel spit dribble from my mouth and tongue down to my chin. I don’t bother even thinking about cleaning it up. I’m here for one reason. I’m here to suck cock. Even just thinking that sends my body into a state of warm euphoria.

My lips tremble as I wait for more. For another. I can sense movement in front of me. Someone walking away. Then someone approaching.

This time I feel a cock slap against my left cheek. I gasp, then feel that same cock jammed into my mouth.

Two hands around my neck and throat, fingers digging into the back of my neck, thumbs pressing hard against my throat. And a large cock sliding right to the back of my mouth. Right into my throat. Smashing through any attempt at quelling my gag reflex. I can’t help myself as I start to gag. My body demands I remove the object— a hard, throbbing cock —from my throat and mouth right now. Only it’s not my choice anymore. I am on my knees in a candlelit circle, under the control and command of Tyrant.

My nose tickles for a moment when I feel pubic hair touch it. The cock then tears out of my mouth as fast as it thrust in. It’s all so much and so sudden that I can’t help but gag and cough. I lean forward, gasping. My hands touch the floor. More spit drips from my mouth.

“One more to go, claimed one ,” Tyrants voice says.

I hurry to collect myself, propping up on my knees one more time, opening my mouth.

I’m ready.

The third and final cock touches my lips and slides right into my mouth. I lean forward, wanting it. Wanting more. All of it. Give me. Fuck me. Take me. I groan as my mouth becomes more and more full with each passing second. I again feel the pressure against the back of my tongue. My throat closes for a second and I make a slight gagging sound, but I change that into a groan.

Fingers touch my hair, stroking from the top of my head to the back. Chills move throughout my body and I have a suspicion that this is Tyrant’s cock in my mouth. That just makes me want it even more. I want to taste his cum in my mouth, running down the back of my throat, settling down into my stomach.

I start to move back and forth, sucking as he starts to fuck. We work together into a motion. I reach up and want to touch him. I want to grab at his thick root and pump it as I suck him. Before I can touch him, my wrists are in a tight grip. They hurt.

Fuck.

He thrusts with force, once, twice… three times… four… Fucking my mouth so hard that my head starts to bounce back. My mouth and throat can’t keep up with him. I start to make gagging, groaning noises that get louder and wetter. Then he stops.

He exits my mouth, lets go of my wrists, and he pulls the blindfold from my face.

I look up to see a masked man staring down at me. He takes his mask off.

“Tyrant,” I groan. “Oh… fuck…”

“Which cock was best, claimed one ?”

“Yours,” I say.

His right hand connects with my left cheek, sending a shocking jolt of pain throughout my face and into my head. He grabs my jaw and bends down toward me.

“It was me the entire time,” he whispers in a deep voice. “You are my claimed . Do you think for one fucking second I would let another man touch you? Let another man fuck your tight mouth?”

The feeling of heat that pours through my body is nothing I’ve ever felt before. I blink fast, ready to cry. Somewhere deep inside my body I had this horrible sinking feeling that I was cheating on Tyrant.

Cheating? Really? How is that even possible?

It had been Tyrant each time. Offering his cock over and over. Fucking with my head. Teasing me. Torturing my emotions.

Tyrant grabs his slippery cock with his left hand and strokes himself once, gliding with ease from all my spit on himself. I ease my tongue forward from my mouth and lick around the head of his cock. Doing so without permission.

Tyrant slaps my face once more and I curl my toes, groaning. I inch forward and kiss under his thick, heavy shaft. My tongue moves forward once more and I lick him, root to tip. I pause and I wait for him to slap my face again. I’m eager for it.

Oh, God, what has he done to me…?

When Tyrant slaps my face for the third time, a sharp pain shoots through my head, right to where my staples are located. I don’t mean to cry out, making a loud whimpering sound the way I do. It’s just reactionary.

I look up at Tyrant, my eyes welled with tears.

“I’m sorry I made that sound,” I say, my voice crackling.

His right hand touches my head, right against my staples. Maybe I’m just totally out of it but I swear I see a look of concern on his face.

“I’m okay,” I whisper. “I swear.”

His fingers slide to the back of my head and he curls his lip as he stares down into my eyes.

“I don’t give a fuck if you’re okay or not, claimed one ,” he growls. “You’re going to finish sucking my cock.”

He pulls at my head and his cock is right back into my mouth. Deep, thrusting, hitting the back of my throat with force. I never take my eyes off his, looking up, feeling him fucking my mouth, waiting for him to come.

He is my ace . I look forward to swallowing his cum. Part of me never wants him to finish so he’ll fuck my mouth forever. That way we can be together… forever…

I think I’m in bigger trouble and more danger than I can possibly comprehend.