Filed to story: The LORDS Series Free PDF by Shantel Tessier
The sound of his zipper being lowered has me fighting harder against the rope. My body twists back and forth with what little it allows. The blood rushes in my ears and the rope around my ankles tighten with each small movement cutting off the circulation.
“Hold her head in place. I want her eyes on mine while I fuck her,” he tells the man behind me. “Fuck, I can’t believe I’m going to get to fuck Saint’s bitch.”
The one behind me laughs, and I pull against the restraints, screaming into the gag. I try to tear my head free, but he just yanks it farther back, forcing me to stare up at my tied hands above my head. The drool at the back of my mouth slides down my throat, choking me, and I cough into the gag, my body convulsing as I try not to die.
“That’s the sound I want to hear.”
“What the fuck do you two think you’re doing?”
I’m let go, and my head falls to hang down so the drool can leak outside of the edges.
“Sir…we….”
“Get your asses inside,” the new one barks.
I hear their shoes shuffling as they step on twigs and leaves over my heavy breathing.
“Let’s make you a little more comfortable,” the new guy says, and I blink rapidly to free the tears from my eyes to clear my vision.
A second later, the gag is unbuckled at the back of my head. I try to spit it out, but my arms are pulled so tight above my head that the leather straps are stuck between my arms and embedded into my cheeks.
He steps in front of me, grabbing the gag, and yanks it free of my mouth.
I spit out the excess saliva pooled in my mouth, my face stinging from how tight it was. “Ple-ease.” I begin to sob.
“Shh.” He grips my chin and shoves my head up. “See that house ahead of you. There’s over twenty men in there. And guess what they want?” He doesn’t let me answer. “You.”
I sniff.
“If any of them come outside, I’m going to let them have what they want. Understand?” He lets go of my chin.
I nod the best I can. If I get their attention, they get to rape me. Just like the two that he just stopped.
“Let’s try a test.” He reaches out, pinches my nipples painfully hard, and yanks on them.
I throw my head back and grind my teeth, holding my breath at the pain from my skin stretching.
“Good girl.” He lets go, and I sag in the ropes, fresh tears falling from my swollen eyes. “I like this.” His hand goes to my 666 brand, and I flinch at the soft touch of his knuckles. “I knew then that Saint was in love with you. He was nice enough to knock you out. I wouldn’t have.”
How does he know that?
“I sure as fuck would have kept you awake. Watched you cry and scream. Beg me to stop while I made sure it was the most painful experience you’d ever had. But then again, you like that, don’t you?”
I do. I did. But Saint understands how far to take it. He’s never truly hurt me. Not like that.
His glove-covered hands reach down to his pants, and he unbuckles his belt. I pull on the ropes. “No…”
“Shh. Remember, Ashtyn. Anyone comes outside…” he trails off, and I start to hyperventilate. My breathing is coming quicker and quicker. I feel like I’m going to have a panic attack. I’m standing up straight, but it feels like something presses on my chest. “It’s just another test,” he says, ripping his belt from his jeans. Then he slaps it across my chest.
The sting feels like a million fire ants biting me at once, and it takes my breath away. Just when I manage to get one in, he hits me again. This time across my upper thighs.
I shake in the ropes as the leather hits me once more across my ribs, wrapping around to my back.
“That’s good, Ash.” He walks behind me, and I sag.
Finally able to catch my breath, I begin to sob. The belt lands across my back, and I try to arch it to get away before he hits me again, but I can’t escape it.
Humiliation washes over me that I ever liked this before. To be treated as such. Memories flood my mind of when Saint tied me up in front of Kashton and Haidyn in the woods at the party and how much I was getting off on it. This time, I want to die.
He hits me five more times in various places before I see the belt fall to the ground in front of me. I’m sobbing; tears, snot, and drool run down my face while my entire body shakes uncontrollably. My skin is on fire, and the fact that I’m now sweating makes the pain even worse. He comes to stand in front of me. Reaching into his back pocket, he pulls out a small size of lube.
“I think he may have gotten you pregnant.” He laughs.
“N-o.” I can’t even speak properly anymore. The single word was slurred as if I’ve been drinking all night. If he were to cut the rope, I’d fall to my face unable to stand on my own two feet. It’s like that night Tyson came to my house all over again. Although this time, I know Saint won’t be showing up to save me.
“That’s what a Lord does, Ashtyn. He picks a bitch, and he makes sure to knock her up. Breeding is a requirement.” He pours the lube onto his glove-covered fingers and places them between my open legs. I try to pull my knees together, but the rope around each ankle prevents that. He shoves them into me easily with the help of the lube. “There’s been a story going around for years that the Lords add supplements to the younger generation’s food.”
He pushes his two fingers farther up into me and moves them around. The pain takes my breath away, but I have no choice other than to take it when all I want to do is scream for help. He removes them to add three this time just as forceful.
“They require all the Lords going through initiations to live at the house of Lords, where they are offered three meals a day by a live-in chef. Now granted, the Lords are always coming and going freely. So they could eat out, but after four years of staying at the house of Lords, they’re bound to eat there at some point. But here’s the thing…” He adds another finger, and I can’t hold the whimper that leaves my trembling lips. “I’ve been told they only do it to the highest rankings of Lords. I mean, crazy, right?” He laughs, removing them, and I bite my tongue to hold in a sob. “But totally believable. They used to force the bottom-feeders to undergo vasectomies. So why not enhance the powerful ones to have twins? There’s always power in numbers. And let’s face it, people die. So twins offer more of an opportunity.”
I take a deep breath and lift my watery eyes to meet his black mask. “Why…are you telling me this?” I manage to ask, my voice rough since my throat has gone raw from crying.
“Because I want you to understand why I have to hurt you.”
All I can do is shake my head.
“Did Saint let you keep your birth control, or did he remove it?”
I stiffen at his question. How would he know I had an IUD? Is that what Saint did when he knocked me out? My lack of response makes him laugh.
“You have to lose this baby, too. Just like the last one. I can’t undo a wrong, but I can make a right. A fresh start so we can move on and have our family. Just like we were meant to have.”
My stomach sinks at his words. “It’s…you.” I manage to whisper. How did he find me? I pull harder on my restraints and a sob bubbles up my throat. “Saint will come after you. He’ll make sure you’re dead as well.” Even if Saint doesn’t love me, he will be enraged if I’m pregnant and someone killed his child.
“I’m not afraid of Saint. I have a plan for him too.”
He walks behind me, and I try to lean my head back to see what he’s doing but my fucking arms are in the way. “Another test.” He chuckles and then I feel his hands on my ass.
I struggle, buck and try to kick but nothing helps. It only makes the ropes tighter, my muscles ache and my skin burns. I’m sweating profusely and my shoulders are screaming.
“I’m going to fuck your cunt, Ash. I’m going to make you feel good.” I drop my head to sob.
I feel the tip of his cock at my pussy and I scream out as he goes to push into me. He stills and I hold my breath when one of the back doors opens.
I see a hand on the doorknob, and I stare at it as my heart pounds after a second it closes, and I sob in relief.
He wraps an arm around my waist from behind, pulling my ass back and then he’s pushing into me. I try to let him, knowing the less I fight, the easier it’ll be, but I can’t. Instead, I tighten and try to pull away at the pain he causes.
I stare at the sticks and fallen limbs as he pushes his cock into me and takes what he wants. His grunts fill the night air and tears roll down my face knowing I can’t fight him. He won. I wasn’t strong enough.
When he finally pulls out, I hear him zip his pants and he walks around to stand in front of me. He picks up the gag that lies on the dirty ground.
Panic grips my chest, and I sniff. “I promise.” Gasp. “I won’t…”
He shoves it into my mouth, and I try not to gag at the taste of dirt but fail. “This is for your own good, Ash.” He pushes the leather straps between my tear-streaked cheeks and arms. Pulling it tightly around my head, he buckles it in place and adds, “I’ll let you hang here for the night while my cum leaks from your pussy and down your thighs. Just like it was meant to be.”