Page 112 of Volatile Waters

I didn’t even know a guard had a gun with a silencer to my head until Wolf cried out, “No! I’m doing what you want!”

I begged Wolf, “Let him shoot me. I just need this to stop.”

Wolf was exasperated. “Shhh… It will be over soon.”

Father said, “That is correct. Very soon. Adrian, you have twenty seconds to come inside this slave, or his death is on your conscience.”

Adrian eyed the gun at my head, then took hold of Wolf’s hips and closed his eyes to perform under duress. As the seconds passed, I tightened my thighs on Adrian’s, trying to clear his mind of guilt and encourage him to do this. He had to. Wolf’s life depended on it.

Adrian whispered he was sorry, right before he ejaculated inside my slave. Once his grunts ended, he backed away, buttoning his pants, appearing winded and dazed, but he had saved Wolf. It was over.

Or, so I had thought.

Father never lowered the gun. With his free hand, he gestured, ordering, “Adrian, out the door and shut it.”

“Why?” I tried to lift my head, but the gun clicked as it was cocked.

“Stop!” yelled Wolf. “He won’t fight this. Please, don’t kill him.” Wolf stared down at me. “Please, stop fighting this.” Wolf was the one experiencing this. How could I not do anything he was asking of me? The answer came when he mouthed, “I will be left alone.”

If I died, Wolf’s life would become hell. He would be sold.

Adrian stared at me, waiting. My jaw locked with rage, but I was powerless to act on it, so I nodded to him. Reluctantly, he left, shutting us in the cell with two minions and my crazed father.

“Now you,” Father told one of his guards while gesturing to Wolf.

“Don’t do this,” I growled.

“Speak English, so your love understands he will be fucked by four men today. You, Adrian, and my two men.”

Wolf’s eyes slid shut, but he didn’t move. He was still willing to sacrifice.

There was no need to pretend anymore. Father was no fool and playing with my heart, so I screamed, “I will fucking kill you all!”

“Meh. At least, I will die knowing I had the man you desire soiled.”

Wolf grunted, not in pleasure, as a minion slammed inside him. The only peace was that Adrian’s cum was lube for the assault.

I told my father, “Your death will be gruesome, I swear it.” From under Wolf, I held his wincing face, trying to offer any comfort as he was raped. “I swear it!” Having committed countless rapes, I was bewildered as I finally understood how vile the act was, now that it was happening to Wolf. As he grunted in discomfort, I could practically hear all the pleas from past slaves for me to stop, all echoing in my head at once. I felt like Wolf was paying for my every crime. His torture was my agony. Horrendous. This helplessness was blinding. I wanted to grab my gun and start the murders immediately, but I was outnumbered, outgunned, and Wolf would be dead before I shot off one bullet. Even with the gun hidden under the mattress, we didn’t stand a chance. I choked out, “I’m so sorry.”

Wolf was now sweating, his arms starting to tremble. “Almost over.”

It seemed to take forever before the minion finally moaned through his release. He closed his pants then pointed his gun at my head. It seemed like only seconds before the next guard slammed his dick inside Wolf.

Father laughed with this minion’s aggressive thrusts. The guard rammed Wolf over and over, saying, “Damn, he is wet in here… I’ve never fucked a guy so pretty before.” He asked Father, “Can I touch his dick?”

“No!” Fury was threatening to take over and get Wolf and me killed.

My father was delighted with the guard’s suggestion. “Of course! As much as you want.”

The memory of another man’s arm, wrapping around my Wolf to reach his dick, would haunt me. I had to watch as his palm worked the tortured organ, while he pumped inside his ass. Wolf fought it, but eventually, he became erect. His expression showed how appalled he was to react to the violence. Shame encased me as I thought of how many orgasms I had forced throughout my years, how I had recently demanded them from Whitney while teasing her with food.

Again, Wolf was paying the price of my crimes.

His eyes welled as his arousal grew.

“Look at me.”

He did.