No one in my life has ever called me tiny, and the fact that I take it as a compliment must say something about me. The fact that I’m not screaming must say a lot. So instead of lying here like a sitting duck I thrash in the sheets, my legs are bound wide open, and my arms are stretched firmly above my head.

Blade strokes faster, watching me flail. “Let her wear herself out.” Daze suggest, licking his lips.

Kane growls, “I won’t hesitate to gag you and put your pillowcase over your head if you don’t fucking stop.”

I still. “Wh…” I attempt to inhale a little oxygen, but I can’t. My senses are overriding with the fact that five men, who smell of liquor, leather, and lust are all pumping their cocks and staring at my naked, virgin body. “What are you going to do to me?” A tear falls down my face and Kane bends down to lick it. Like an animal he’s feeding from my fear, stroking himself to my tears.

“We’re taking you, Mace. You’re ours.”

I nearly want to slap him, he said he didn’t want to share me on the dance floor. But he didn’t lie, he did say yet.

The tears fall in sheets down my cheeks and Kane climbs onto the bed, flopping his massive, hard cock against my face. “What are you doing?” I scream.

He slides his cock across my cheeks, gathering the tears and using it as lube to stroke himself. “You’re sick.” I spit, on him, but it lands on his dick.

“Thanks, sweetheart.”

Without warning, Kane plunges his massive cock into my mouth. Using his other hand to grip my hair and pull me back and forth, up and down his incredibly long shaft. I protest, gagging but he doesn’t stop, he continues his assault in my mouth.

I think of the gentle lapping of his tongue, trying to recall those moments. The moments that made me touch myself in the tub earlier, but now with his cock slammed down my throat I can’t think of anything else.

This is every girl’s worst nightmare.

When he pulls out, I choke, gasping for air and wrapping my hands around the scratchy restraints of rope.

Blade just watches with a smirk as I squirm. “We’re going to breed the bitch.” He cheers.

Are they going to kill me? “Please, I don’t want to die! I have money, you can have anything.”

“We simply just want you. We’re not going to hurt you.” Kane tells me, his jade eyes looming over my body.

“Speak for yourself,” Blade has something in his hand that shimmers against the moonlight. A knife.

As I squirm, Kane places a large hand on my chest. “You will survive the night, if you obey.”

I don’t know if I believe him.

III. Taker

PART 3

TAKER