Chapter 6: Chapter 6

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Merille’s heart was pounding when she came awake with a start. Her breathing ragged. Panic pumped through her veins in hot, agonizing pulses. A frightful rasp gurgled out as she writhed on the coarse floor, arms still bound behind her back.

It was the first time she had this nightmare. A piece of her forgotten past.

A masculine man with wavy blond hair stood before a lavish fireplace. His face and features shrouded in shadow. A hideous scar marred his left cheek and traveled halfway down his muscled neck.

Even darkness could not mask the rage that simmered the air around him. His fingers curled around a syringe, containing dark fluid. It sloshed within the glass tube as he stalked toward her and her gut twisted with another wave of panic.

His free hand reached for her and Merille tried to get away, to run, to fight, but she was bound to a chair. Leather straps looped around her wrists, waist, and ankles, fastening her to its wooden frame.

He seized her long black hair and yanked her head to one side. Hot tears spilled down her cheeks. She sobbed and begged for him to release her, to show mercy, to not put that thing inside her anymore.

He did not stop. His face was an emotionless pit of blackness.

The syringe rose to her neck and the needle plunged in.

Merille gasped, still feeling the prick on her tender flesh as if it happened seconds ago. That fluid did something horrible to her. The stab of fear she felt was unnerving. A shiver rushed down her back just from thinking about it.

What the fuck is that thing?! she thought, shaking the grogginess and panic from her mind.

Her throat bobbed and she tasted bitter salt along with the pungent stench of semen. Soreness followed with another swallow and she groaned. Her arms ached from being bound for long hours while her pussy and ass throbbed furiously from the abuse.

Yellow glow of the crystal bathed the small cell. The clamp, unfurnished space with its coarse wood panel walls was not a dream. She had been captured and the violent gang-fuck did happened.

Wake right up into another fucking nightmare. She grunted before grimacing at the domineering stench of cum that hung heavy around her.

A large pool of milky viscous squished beneath her weight when she turned on her back.  Churning disgust rose in her gut but she only sighed in surrender. It was pointless to even feel grossed out at this point after those bastards had already pumped her full of their seed, inside and out.

Her short black hair was soaked through as copious globs oozed between legs from her ravaged holes. Flaking handprints covered her bruised breasts and her nipples still stung from their brutal squeezes and cruel tugs.

The drunks from those seedy taverns lasted mostly two rounds, rarely three. They were drained and ready to topple over after barely fifteen minutes.

Without intoxication, these assholes were as fit as well-rested horses. They kept going at her for hours with barely any rest in between. They took her two and three at the same time again and again until the blissful sensation of their plowing cocks was the only thing in her mind.

She could still feel them rampaging inside her lithe frame. The searing touch of their hands. The stretch and the fullness of their stiff lengths in all of her holes. The demeaning words and humiliating treatments. Everything lingered thick and heavy like the seed they had left behind.

Worst of all, her body still craved more.

Merille could feel the heat churning in her loin just from thinking about the sadistic things they did. They had made her beg for their cocks, bucked her ass in the air like a needy whore for them to watch, and licked cum off their boots before they left.

And I fucking did it with a smile on my face! She gritted her teeth, anger rising in her chest. Partly at their abuse but mostly at herself for losing control.

The silhouette of Scar flashed into her mind and she seethed with hatred. He had something to do with her condition and she intended to find him. He would pay for whatever parts he had played in this game and he would pay it with interest.

“I’ll find you and I’ll rip you apart,” she growled through the soreness in her throat.

A low rumbling on the floorboard drew her attention to the distant footfalls. It grew stronger after a moment and was coming her way. From the heaviness and speed of the stride, it was someone with considerable weight.

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Black-Eye, she assumed before escape plans churned in her head, fighting down the roiling need in her loin.

The petite merc forced in lungs full of the acrid air to calm her nerves. She was at a massive disadvantage with her wrists still bound tight behind her back. Exhaustion also made her groggy and weak but she could not wait to recover.

Even a one-on-one fight would take everything she had in her current state but it was considerably more manageable than facing all of the Diamond Dagger together.

Fortunately, their incessant abuse had sated her depraved urges and eased them into dull yearnings in the back of her mind. She could mostly ignore them and think clearly for an escape plan. At least for the time being…

Sound turning lock clicked and she closed her eyes before relaxing her shoulders and acted as if she was sleeping. The door swung open with a soft squeak. The pudgy man stepped inside, his boots thudded heavily on the floorboard.

“Rise and shine, Raven,” he said, then kicked her right foot.

Merille feigned drowsiness with an irritated groan as her eyes fluttered open. “What?” she asked in a raspy voice, which she did not fake, and winced at the soreness in her throat.

“Get the fuck up. Boss wants you clean up before deliver.” He kicked her again and she held back the rising anger as she kept her expression meek and confused.

The pool of cum sloshed sickeningly around her when she stumbled to get up. Her chafed wrists burned as she climbed onto her knees. She hissed at the intense ache that ran through every muscle in her body from the awkward motion.

“Come on, let’s go!” Black-Eye ordered and turned.

“I’m thirsty,” she said with her head bowed, playing the submissive captive.

“What?” he asked. His voice laced with irritation as he turned back.

She looked up at him, forcing a feeble plea to her lips, “I’m thirsty…C-Can I have something to drink first?”

“You wanna drink my piss?” he snorted and gestured to unbuckle his belt.

Her violet gaze dropped to the floor in contemplation for a moment before shifting up at him again. “I-I can drink more of your cum,” she proposed.

The words caused bile to rise in her throat, but she also could not stop the growing heat in her loin. Their taste still lingered on her tongue and their stench permeated her skin. The long she remained soaked in their seed, the harder it was to fight off the creeping desires.

“You still want more after last night?” he chuckled in surprise.

“Y-Yes…” she sputtered then quickly added, “I-I’d drink your piss too…if that’s what you want.”

A shudder ran up her spine. The degrading offer slipped out thoughtlessly. Almost too naturally.

Black-Eye grinned wickedly before he stepped forward at her invitation. “The boss sure broke you good. The Raven is begging to drink piss. Wait until I tell him that.”

He stood over her and let his pants drop to his ankle. Bracing both hands on his hips, he jerked his flaccid cock toward her lips and said, “open wide, here it comes.”

Merille kept her face dazed while slowly swaying backward. The masochistic side of her was tempted to follow his order but she stomped it out of her mind.

With all the strength she could muster from her tired body, she thrust her head forward and slammed her forehead into his crotch, smashing his cock and balls with all her might.

His large body jolted with the impact as a choked grunt escaped his lips. The pudgy man stumbled back, hands darting to cradle his genitals. He jerked abruptly when the pants tangled around his ankles, teetering to topple over.

She seized the opportunity and threw a sweeping kick. His legs flew out from under him before he crashed against the doorframe with a crunch. The heavy mass of his body slammed on the floor.

The petite merc was already on her feet, leaping at the fallen bandit and preparing to ram her foot into his throat but halted.

At her feet, Black-Eye sprawled with his eyes wide. Saliva frothed at the corners of his mouth as his tongue hung loll. His neck twisted and bent in an impossibly sharp angle. His fingers twitched and his body jerked for a short moment before going still.

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