Total pages in book: 63
Estimated words: 58521 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 293(@200wpm)___ 234(@250wpm)___ 195(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 58521 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 293(@200wpm)___ 234(@250wpm)___ 195(@300wpm)
And I was shocked they weren’t requiring me to be naked. I guessed there was a first time for everything. I didn’t know whether to feel better about that or not. Because now that I had the suit on, I was also very aware that at my pussy there was a strange sort of little suctioned opening…
Obviously meant for a cock to go through.
But Walker had assured me that none of the Elders would… That it was part of the rules—they couldn’t actually penetrate me without his permission, and he swore he would never give it. It was a lot of trust to put in him, but it was a line I was willing to walk. Because I did trust Walker. It was the only way I was able to stay here. Because he was my partner. And as far as he was able, my protector.
Still, my heart beat quickly as the clock ticked away far too fast, and then before I knew it, and far before I was ready, the hour and a half had passed.
Walker looked amazing as always in his crisp black tux. I took his arm, hoping my arm wasn’t trembling too badly. The shiny catsuit covered even my feet, all the way up to my neck with a little collar.
“You ready to fuck catwoman?” I tried to joke.
He paused, right on the threshold of our room, spun me, and pulled me close in a hug. Considering what could be asked of us down that flight of stairs, I almost wept with the sweet intimacy of it.
“I’ll take care of you,” he whispered. “I swear it.”
I nodded into his chest, and he kissed the top of my head.
I took several deep breaths in and out as we both pulled apart, taking only one more quick moment to search each other’s eyes.
Then, together, we turned and walked toward the stairwell. I clung to Walker’s arm as we headed downstairs. Surely nothing could be as bad as the Trials I’d already survived so far. And Walker was my anchor.
I was pretty sure I was gonna need him.
Especially once we finally got downstairs and turned the corner into the white ballroom… which was no longer white.
Because it had been turned into a dungeon. Long bolts of sumptuous black and red cloth had been hung ceiling to floor, covering all of the walls and windows. And the floor was covered wall to wall in… contraptions.
I wasn’t the only girl here tonight. No, they’d called in the whole retinue of women to please the Elders. The X cross I’d been shackled to last time was back, but another woman was chained to it this time, face to the wood. A man lashed her ass and back with a whip. Red marks lined her thighs, ass, and back. She cried out every time the whip landed.
Another woman hung suspended from the ceiling, her body awkwardly contorted as men surrounded her, fucking her from behind and down her throat. Other women were chained to the floor on hands and knees, where men lined up to fuck their throats. Other men led crawling women around by leashes, using a crop on their ass when they didn’t move quick enough. In front of a couch in the corner, several men lounged smoking cigars, their feet up on women posing as footstools on their hands and knees.
Everywhere I looked, there was more flesh, more chains, more—
In the center of the room on a raised dais, a woman was chained on some sort of bench where a man was attaching clothes-pins to her vulva, making her howl and squirm against her bonds.
My eyes were wide as saucers and unable to stop myself, I took a step backwards. Maybe they hadn’t seen us yet and we could escape…
“Don’t worry about her, darling,” said a smooth voice to my right. “She’s a pain pig. She loves it.”
I turned, just in time to see Walker’s father in his silver robe smirking down at me. “She and her partner volunteered to put on the demonstration.”
Mr. St. Claire put his hand to my back, and it took everything I had not to jerk away. “But now, let’s get you situated.”
Walker stiffened and drew me away from his father’s touch, glaring at him.
His father only smiled in return. “This way.”
The hairs on the back of my neck were raised as Walker and I followed behind his father to one of the strange contraptions. It had one long bench the length of a torso, then four smaller leather-covered attachments meant for my knees and forearms. Which I only knew because there were two others in the room with women already positioned on them. With cuffs on the edge of each of the four attachments.
“Up you go, dear,” Mr. St. Claire said jovially.
I shot a look towards Walker, who looked furious, before climbing up on the bench. Mr. St. Claire pushed my chest down to the padded leather, then expertly tied the leather cuffs around my ankles while another silver-cloaked man showed up to secure my wrists.