Filed to story: The LORDS Series Free PDF by Shantel Tessier
He walks over to the far counter and opens drawers and cabinets, placing items on a rolling cart next to him. He knows where everything is, which makes me nervous. Reaching up, he presses the button to the radio he has on his vest. “Bring her in,” he commands, letting go of it. His voice is altered, so I can’t tell who it is.
I really wasn’t sure what we were watching until now, and my heart races with nervousness. Fear. Of what we’re about to watch.
“Fuck,” Kashton hisses. “We’re going back.” He storms toward the front of the plane to give the pilot his new orders.
My eyes stay glued to the fifty-inch TV, praying this is some joke. That the her being brought in won’t be Ashtyn.
The guy on the screen grabs a few more things from a drawer and pulls out a few packaged items. He rips the package open and places the them on the cart, arranging them so everything has its own place.
The door opens once more, and two men enter. They’re dressed identically to the guy already in the room. Not a single piece of skin showing on their bodies.
One walks backward while he holds the ankles of a woman. The other guy walks forward, his arms wrapped around her upper body.
My fear that it wasn’t going to be Ashtyn has my breath catching when I see the woman they’re dragging in.
She struggles in their grasp. Her body rocks back and forth as she bucks and tries to free herself, but it’s useless. The only thing she wears is a hood over her head. She’s naked and the 666 I branded on her is clear as day. Our fathers made me do it to remind her who she was, that it was her cross to bear in a way. Now it’s a beacon for anyone who wants to hurt me.
“Shit,” Kashton hisses, running back to me and catching sight of the TV.
She struggles helplessly, and by the sound of her lack of voice, I’d say she’s gagged underneath the hood that they have tied around her neck.
They shove her into the side of the table, bending her over it while one of the guys holds her down with a hand at the back of her neck. The other removes a knife from his pocket and cuts the zip tie that holds her wrists behind her back.
Before she even gets the chance to fight with her hands, they toss her onto the metal table, slamming her down. She goes to roll over and pull her knees up into a ball on her side, but the two men waste no time strapping her down in the restraints. White leather cuffs are wrapped around her wrists and secured down by her side to the table. Black leather belts are secured around each ankle, forcing her to keep her legs open. Another one is strapped across her upper shoulders, securing her chest and head down.
“When was this taken?” Kashton demands.
“I…I don’t know.” My eyes quickly drop to my laptop. “I just got it. How far out are we?” I ask him.
Shrugging, he shakes his head. “Don’t know. Told him to turn the fuck around. He wanted to argue, saying we couldn’t. I punched him in the goddamn face and said just fucking do it.” He drops to the chair next to mine and grabs my laptop, getting to work on the email to see if he can track it.
“She’s ready for you,” the first guy who entered says into his radio.
Time seems to slow as I watch her lie naked and strapped to the table as they watch her. My eyes scan her body, noticing she has bruises on her thighs, a cut on her arm, and dirt on her knees. What the fuck happened since I left her?
A fourth guy enters the room, dressed like the others, wearing a mask and gloves. Not a single inch of skin is showing. ACE is written across his vest. He walks right up to the table, and his mask tilts down to look at her. “How was she?” he asks as the original guy rolls the cart over to him.
“Fucking handful.” One laughs, reaching down and slapping her breast.
She arches her back the best she can and fights the restraints, the sound amplified in the cabin over the engines.
Ace slowly pulls another strap out from the other side of the table and lays it across her lower stomach. “Feed that through,” he tells the other guy who slides his end through the metal ring and then hands it back to Ace. He pulls it tight, pinching her skin, and buckles it as well. “That should be enough. Not like she’ll put up much of a fight.” They all laugh. “Will you, sweetheart?” he asks, leaning his mask-covered face down toward the hood that covers hers. “Let’s get started.”
She continues to thrash around the table as he dunks what looks like a washcloth into a glass bowl full of liquid. He wrings it out and then runs it over her heaving chest and flat stomach. She’s got dried blood on her, making me even more confused. What the fuck happened before they brought her into this room?
Then he moves it to her pussy, making her jump and fight once more. She’s wearing herself out. She’s doing what they want her to do. Once satisfied, he begins going over each leg.
He’s washing her. Then he tosses the washcloth back into the now bloody bowl and picks up a dry one. He dries her off while her struggle gets weaker and weaker every second.
He tosses it to the side, and it falls to the floor. Then he walks over to the counter and grabs a knife. My heart hammers as he goes back over to her and places his hand on her hip. “This is going to hurt,” he tells her. “But as long as you stay still, it’ll be over sooner rather than later.”
Her body jerks as he presses the tip into her skin, forcing it to split.
It’s the first time I’ve heard somewhat of a noise from her gagged mouth. It’s almost a faraway scream, making my chest tighten. Her body tenses, pulling tight on the restraints that hold her down.
Blood runs down the side of her body before he presses two fingers into the now open skin and removes the one thing I had that guaranteed I would never lose her again. He drops the tracker to the floor and stomps on it with his black combat boot.
He then turns back to the cart and picks up a black device that makes Kashton jump to his feet. I can’t seem to find the strength to stand. He presses it to her skin and gives her three staples, trying to close the wound he just opened as she shakes violently, the gagged screams seem louder than the last.
“Such a good girl,” he tells her, and her naked body sags into the metal table. “You deserve a reward for that.” Picking up something off the cart, he then pops the top on a tube of lube. He pours it all over the pink egg and then stands. He runs his fingers between her legs, and once again, she fights. He begins to finger fuck her, forcing her body to rock on the table. Her neck and back arch, and her hands fist. “That’s it.” His distorted voice coos. “Such a good whore. Aren’t you, sweetheart? You had no problem coming for me before. Come on my fingers, love. Come all over them. Show me how much you like it.”
“Who in the fuck is this, Saint?” Kash shouts.
It has to be… “James,” I answer.
“No way. We killed him,” Kashton argues with me. “Plus, even if he had still been alive when we left with her, how the fuck would he have access to Carnage? Or know where her tracker was?”
“There’s no one else it could be,” I grind out. Someone she’s fucked? That list could be long, considering she’d been on the run for four years. I never asked for a list because I liked the idea that she’d ever only been with me, Haidyn, and Kashton.
“Where the fuck is Haidyn?” He pulls out his cell and starts calling him. “Voicemail,” he growls, throwing it to the floor of the plane.
The man removes his fingers and slaps her cunt, making her flinch. He steps back, and she sags into it. After a second, he slides the egg into her. After wiping his fingers just inside her on her bare chest, he picks up his cell and hits a few buttons. She starts rocking back and forth, fighting once more, fighting the vibrating toy inside her.
He picks up a marker and removes the lid. He writes WHORE across her upper chest. Then FUCK ME next to the 666 on her pelvic bone. BITE ME on her right thigh and USE ME on her left thigh.
“Look how pretty you are.” He tosses it to the side as well. Reaching up, he grabs her breasts, and her hips buck. “Fuck, I’ve missed these.”
“It has to be James,” I whisper, not believing it could be anyone else.
“Here…how about a little more. I want you to enjoy it.” Grabbing his cell, he turns up the vibrator, and she’s practically convulsing on the table at this point. “That’s more like it.”
The other three laugh, reminding me that they’re in the room. They stand at the foot and head of the table in their masks, watching her. Enjoying the show. The third leans up against the countertop with his arms crossed over his chest.
“We’re almost done,” Ace tells her, but I doubt my wife can hear him. Between the hood over her head, the gag in her mouth and the vibrator in her cunt, her senses are heightened. “You’re doing so good.”
His mask looks up to the head of the table when he speaks. “Go get the crate.” Then he looks at the one who stands at her feet. “Help me out.” He unclasps the ankle that’s next to him while the guy follows his lead.
She kicks her legs since they’re free, but Ace grabs them, wraps his arm around her knees, and shoves them up to her chest. “Hold them,” he barks as she tries to fight him.
The other guy rushes to the side of the table to take his place. Once Ace thinks he has it under control, he walks over to the counter and opens a top drawer. He removes a butt plug and lube. He pours it all over the black silicone. So much so that it slides down the sides and onto the floor. “I’m being generous, love,” he tells her as if she fucking cares. “Some don’t get this courtesy.”
Walking back over to her, he stands at the end of the table, legs wide, and runs his fingers along her ass.
“Shit,” the other guy hisses, locking her legs in place as her hips buck off the table, making it rattle.
“Got her?” Ace asks, sounding impatient.
“Yeah.” The other man’s mask nods. “I’m good.”
“Just lie back and relax, sweetheart,” Ace tells her before he pushes the butt plug into her ass, making her body rattle the table as it fights. Ace chuckles once it’s in and stands up straight. “You didn’t mind when I fucked it, baby.” He slaps her ass cheek, and his laughter grows. “You begged me, remember? Your ass was up in the air, and you were on the verge of tears. You were so fucking needy for me to take it.”
He reaches up and motions with his glove-covered fingers for the other guy to release her legs. He pushes them down, and they redo the ankle restraints before she even has a chance to fight them.
Ace walks back over to the side of the table, facing the camera. He reaches out and runs his glove knuckles down her chest, making her back arch up off the table at his unwanted touch. “We had fun, didn’t we, baby?” he asks her, slapping the side of her breast.
He reaches down at her neck and undoes the hood’s string. There’s a reddened mark from how tight it was on. He pulls the hood slowly off her head. A cloud of dark hair covers her face, stuck to her skin from tears, snot, and drool.