Fucking sadists.
Zero had gotten me all wound up, paying as much attention to me as if I was a stress ball he’d been toying with, then Vandal had dragged me in here and locked me up, not caring that I was suffering and that my knees hurt. In this position all I could think of was someone fucking me from behind—grabbing my hips and pumping into me while playing with my clit. I groaned under my breath and shifted, wriggling a hand down between my thighs. I was slick there and slid a finger over my stiff clit. The contact was almost too much, but I needed to orgasm if I was going to settle down in here and take a nap until it was over.
“Are you allowed to masturbate?”
I shrieked in surprise. He’d left the room, but apparently hadn’t gone back to work.
“Are you?”
“He didn’t say I couldn’t.”
He came back into the room and reached through the bars to pinch my ass. “No talking.”
If a motherfucker didn’t want me to talk, he should probably stop asking me questions.
“Fine then, touch yourself. I’ll supervise.”
I sputtered at him but didn’t say anything. There was no way I was going to masturbate in front of him.
“Do it or I’m going to drag you halfway out of there and fuck your ass again.”
Annoyed, but not wanting to test whether he was serious, I started again, trying to ignore the fact that he was right there watching. I could feel him get closer and couldn’t help but angle my head so that I could see at least part of him. He knelt behind me, close enough to the door of the cage that I could feel his breath on my skin. Or maybe that was my imagination.
I arched my hips, putting myself on display for him. If he wanted to watch, I was going to make things as uncomfortable for him as possible. I mewled like a sulky kitten and rubbed myself, taking it slow and making a show of it instead of rushing to get it over with. Biting my lip, I closed my eyes, trying not to get stage fright. He touched me, and I sucked in a breath, the feather-light glide of his fingertips over the globe of my ass making me whimper out of need.
“That’s a good girl,” he murmured, making me shudder. He brushed his fingers along the curve of my ass, tickling, making me feel like every nerve was wide awake. It was no surprise when his touch strayed to my asshole, since it seemed to be his favorite part of me, and my pussy twitched even as I flinched. I didn’t pull away from his touch, though, letting him do what he wanted since it felt good and was probably adding fuel to his arousal.
He dabbed a finger in the wetness I could feel dripping from my pussy, then pushed his fingertip into me there, but only to the first knuckle or so, making me feel my emptiness even more keenly. Between the two of us, I reached the edge of my orgasm, and although I had expected him to order me to stop, I came hard, rubbing at my clit and bucking against my hand.
“Fuck, that’s pretty,” he murmured, his words cutting through the haze of my euphoria.
“Right?” Zero agreed.
Zero? When had he come in?
With some shuffling, I managed to curl up on my side, panting for breath as I glared at the two of them.
“I brought her up here so that she’d be less distracting.”
“When you didn’t come back down I thought I should check on you.” Zero chuckled. “It looks like she’s not any less distracting up here.”
I wanted to say something about how I would be a lot less distracting if they let me have clothes, but one look at Vandal’s expression led me to believe that even the hint of a word out of my mouth might result in him shoving his big dick up my ass again.
“I was about to come back downstairs, then I came in to say something else to her and found her being a bad girl and touching herself. I decided that making her do it in front of me was a suitable punishment.”
“For which one of you?”
“Shut up.”
They left the room, and I heard their feet on the stairs. I had the sudden urge to stretch even though I often slept on my side like this, and I forced myself not to press my feet against the cage wire, knowing it was going to add to my feeling of being trapped. I shut my eyes, determined to take a nap, trying to sink into the aftermath of my orgasm even though I was uncomfortable on the hard plastic, and the air conditioning was rapidly cooling the sweat on my overheated skin.
I’m not sure how long I lay there, but it seemed darker when I heard the floor creak and I opened my eyes.
The cage lock rattled, and as the door opened, the wire moved away from my feet. Before I could even react, hands were dragging me out. Rather than fight, I let it happen, glad to be free no matter what they had planned for me. Zero pulled me into his lap and held me there, stroking my hair away from my face. I wasn’t feeling particularly upset, but he seemed to think I might be, so I let him brush my hair and braid it without letting on that I was fine, since it was nice to have someone take care of me that way.
Vandal walked into the room with a stainless dog bowl in his hand, and I frowned at him, not pleased with the fact that there was steam rising from it.
“Is our girl hungry for supper?” Zero asked, gesturing for Vandal to put the bowl down next to us. As I’d suspected, there wasn’t a spoon or a fork in sight. The stew smelled good, but there was no way in hell I was eating it with my face.
I shook my head, but Zero slid me off his lap and put me on my hands and knees.
“You’re going to eat it. I don’t think you’re going to like being force fed, so I’d suggest you be an obedient girl.”
He put a hand on the back of my head and tried to force my face down to the bowl, but I jerked my head out from under his hand and lurched sideways and clear of it.
Vandal tapped my face hard enough to get my attention. “This isn’t a choice, pet. Either you eat from the bowl or the next time you need to take a piss, you’ll be doing it on a leash in the backyard.”
I seethed, not sure if that threat was worse than the threat of him using my ass again.
Zero grabbed me by the chin. “Open your mouth.”
Fine. Might as well get this over with.
I opened my mouth and he angled my head upward, spitting into my mouth. He forced my mouth closed again. “Swallow.”
In disbelief, I stared at him, wondering if I dared spit it back at him.
“Either you swallow that or the next thing going into your mouth won’t be so pleasant.”
I swallowed, watching his silvery eyes narrow in satisfaction.
“Now either eat the stew yourself, or we’ll mix something unpleasant into it and make you eat it anyway.”
I got the impression he wasn’t talking about chili peppers. Cum? Piss? I wouldn’t put it past them. Although I gagged a little, this time when he pressed my face toward the stew, I crouched lower, licking some of the gravy off the top.
He let go of me, and at the taste of the savory gravy on my tongue, my stomach growled loudly, as though it had just remembered I was hungry.
I did my best to eat, but I kept getting food on my cheeks and chin, making me feel like a particularly messy toddler.
The bowl of water I got next was more difficult.
By the time I was finished, Zero used a warm wash cloth to wipe the mess off me. Afterward, he led me to the bathroom and stood there while I peed. I managed not to bite his fingers off when he gave me an animal cracker as a reward.