Filed to story: The LORDS Series Free PDF by Shantel Tessier
Picking up the heavy straitjacket that Jessie delivered, I walk over to her where she lies nearly unconscious. “Help me get her dressed.”
We place her arms into the front sleeves, and he jumps onto the bed to kneel behind her while we sit her up and secure her arms around her chest. She’s gasping, still trying to breathe but her body isn’t fighting. I didn’t want to hurt her. I knew the moment Ashtyn saw the straitjacket, she’d be reminded of what happened to the woman brought in by her husband. Having Haidyn choke her out was better than broken bones. They take too long to heal. Plus, she’s already going to have a long road to recovery, mentally and physically. She’s lost all of her family in one day. She thinks I’m all she has left, and I’m about to prove I’m not here to save her.
“Done,” Haidyn states after he’s finished buckling all the straps in the back. He gets up off the bed and I look over her.
The straitjackets Carnage uses are of the strongest material-both canvas and duck cloth. It’s not meant to protect those who wear it from themselves. Ours are meant to torment. The inside is made of burlap linings-to drive our prisoners crazy. So the more you fight, the more painful it will get.
We carry them in multiple sizes. They sent me the smallest one, and I made sure we put it on as tight as possible. Leaving it loose won’t do her any favors.
I had to put her in naked. Our fathers will know if she has clothes on. As much as I want her fully dressed, it just wasn’t an option. If our father’s think I’m going soft on her, they’ll take over. And I won’t let them harm her. I’d rather I do it than them. They’ll kill her because they don’t need her. At least, I’ll keep her alive.
Haidyn helps me lay her down on her back, and I grab the two straps between her legs out from underneath her. I pull them up tightly on either side of her cunt, buckling them below her crossed arms to the front. We have both styles: open crotch-two straps and closed-one strap. It just depends if we want it to keep something inside the person wearing it or leave it open for use.
Then I do the last one that runs vertically across her arms. She won’t be able to move.
“Come on, sweetheart.” I pick her limp body up and carry her over to the stretcher that Jessie also delivered while she was in the bathtub.
Once I lay her down, Haidyn spreads her legs wide to each side and buckles her ankles into the built-in medical restraints. The stretcher has a total of ten restraints. Her ankles, knees, and upper thighs, along with her chest and neck. She doesn’t need the wrist option since she’s in the straitjacket.
I do one across her chest and then one that wraps around her neck.
“Sa-int?” She coughs, body jerking.
I lean over, cupping her tear-streaked face and meet her heavy stare. “I love you, Ashtyn.” It’s the first time I’ve ever said those words out loud, to anyone. But I’ve felt it for years.
She arches her back the best the restraints allow and begs. “Please…”
“Remember that, sweetheart. I love you so much that I have to hurt you.”
She shakes her head, tears filling her pretty blue eyes. She’s starting to come back around, and my chest tightens. She’ll survive. But I can’t promise my love won’t be what kills us both. The Lords have taught me to fight until death to get what I want. I’ll do the same for her.
“Let… me go.” Her voice is rough from Haidyn choking her out. So she coughs trying to clear it. “Please…Saint. I just want to go home.”
My stomach knots at her words. This is her home now. There is nowhere else for her to go.
“Just let me go.” The stretcher shakes as she fights harder.
“Don’t hurt yourself.”
“Let me go.” She arches her neck, screaming before she breaks into a sob.
Haidyn taps my shoulder, and I look over at him to see he’s holding out the last piece of her outfit.
Taking it from him, I shove the large black rubber mouthguard into her mouth, making sure to position her lips around it. It’s to protect her teeth and tongue. It has a tube that sticks out the front so she can breathe through if need be.
“Help me out.” I bark at him as she goes feral. I’m afraid she’ll hurt herself. That’s for me to do.
He holds both sides of her face as I rip off the end of the duct tape that they obviously wanted me to use. He holds her head helping me as I wrap it around her head, covering everything from her chin to underneath her nose, making sure not to cover the hole in her mouth guard. Once done, I toss the tape to the side and go over to my nightstand and pull out what I need. Then I go back over to her, grip her taped cheeks, and bite the lid of the Sharpie and write on the tape.
They want me to make her mine? Then I’ll do just that.
I grab the blanket and toss it over the lower part of her body, so no one sees her as we push out of her room.
TWENTY-FOUR
ASHTYN
One, two, three, four… I count the buzzing fluorescent lights that pass by as I stare up at the ceiling, trying to ignore the burning of my skin. I have no control over any part of my body. I’m strapped down to a bed as Haidyn and Saint push me through Carnage.
My vision has finally returned, but they took away my voice with the gag. It’s bulky and rubber, filling my mouth. My teeth dig into it as saliva runs down the back of my throat and every now and then, I gag on it. They ignore me. The tape that he wrapped around my cheeks is pinching my skin.
I love you, sweetheart.
His words keep echoing in my head like a song on repeat. It’s what every girl wants to hear, right? I’ve heard others at Barrington say love is hard. I never believed them. Loving Saint has been the easiest thing in my life.
Until now. Why does it have to be so painful? Why do I have to be so stupid?
It’s a game of lose-lose. I mean love is like anything else-temporary. People fall in and out of love just as easily as people pass away. You just wake up one day and no longer feel anything for them. I’ve seen it. Not in my world, but the one that doesn’t know we exist.
They bring me to a stop, and I hear the metal squeak of a heavy door. I can’t breathe. My arms are secured tightly to my chest. My legs are also strapped down and I try to yank them free, but there’s no use. The leather straps I’m buckled in just rub against my skin, and I feel like I’m covered in razors. It burns so bad. But why am I so wet?
My pussy clenches, and I cry into the gag, hating how fucking wet I am right now.
Saint looks down at me, and his eyes soften. I close mine as a sob wracks my body. This isn’t about pleasure. He’s going to hurt me. But he knows I like pain and get off on it.
Is that his plan? Humiliate me? Have me beg him to fuck me? I’m naked and my nipples are hard rubbing against the itchy inside of the straitjacket. My arms are crossed right underneath my breasts and my body gently rocks back and forth with the movement of the bed they’ve got me tied to.
They wheel me forward, and the sound of a door latching behind us has my heart racing. Looking around aimlessly, I see nothing but concrete walls. I’m strapped in a straitjacket sweating my ass off with a blanket over me, yet coldness sets over me. The room is freezing.
They place me in the center and rip the blanket off.
I buck, thrash, and scream into the gag. I can’t stop trying to escape. But do I want to? I’m not sure. I pull my thighs to close to hide my wet pussy, but of course, it doesn’t work. I’m wide open for him to see, and my face heats up with embarrassment.
The bed I’m strapped to is adjusted where my head is lifted and my feet lowered, tilting me so I’m more upright than lying down. The new position has me sliding down just a tad, pushing the already tight belt around my neck pushes deeper against my throat.
My eyes catch sight of the mirror in front of me, and suddenly, I can’t breathe.
I’m the woman. The one on display for whoever is on the other side of the two-way glass.
My eyes shoot over to the back of Saint, and I see him at a counter, but he’s standing in the way. I can’t see what’s in his hand. Haidyn stands next to him. “Adrenaline?” he asks, but it’s muffled over the blood rushing in my ears.
“No,” Saint answers. “I don’t want to kill her.”
He doesn’t want to kill me? Isn’t that what I’m here for? To die? Everyone else in my family is dead. I’m the last one they must get rid of. He said he was going to hurt me.
“I’d prefer her to pass out.” Saint goes on.
“And if she doesn’t?” Haidyn asks.
“She will,” he assures him. “Her body won’t be able to handle it.” Reaching over, he flips a switch on the wall, and a red light comes on up in the corner. There’s a speaker next to it. Whoever is in the observation room is now listening to us.
I yank on my arms and pull on my neck, trying to free it, but the leather wrapped around it chokes me in the process. I cough and sputter as saliva shoots through the hole in the middle of my gagged mouthpiece.
Saint turns to face me, and I plead with my eyes for him to stop. His eyes stay on mine as he walks over to me. I flinch when something cold wipes across my exposed pubic bone. I’m naked from there down. I can tell by the way the cold air from the vents in the ceiling touch my skin.
He does it again, and I close my eyes trying to hold in a sob. He’s cleaning me. Yeah. I’m that woman. They’re going to brand me. The question is will he leave me like this afterward? If so, how long until my arms go numb? Isn’t that what her husband told her? She’d lose feeling? That could be a blessing right now, considering how much my skin burns.