“Girls.” A man’s voice thundered, physically paralyzing Hannah. “Did I hear someone talking after light’s out?”
Dread curled in her belly. Shit, that was her. She was the one who’d raised her voice.
A strained silence filled the air.
“I suggest someone answers me, or I’ll assume it was all of you and punish each and every one of you.”
The small hairs on Hannah’s arms rose at the threat, her gaze flying to the other worried faces of the women opposite, and at that moment, the most ungodly sound filled the room. Hannah gasped at the monstrous noise, her hands and knees leaving the crappy plastic base she had been forced into. It was monstrous, like an actual clap of thunder had been created in the room and steeling herself, Hannah compelled her body to edge closer to the other side. She needed to see for herself what had caused the tremor.
Inching forward, she peered left and could just make out the feet and trousers of a man. Hannah couldn’t tell from this position if it was Lawes or any of the others she’d already encountered, though she didn’t pick up an accent like the one she vaguely recalled from before. All she could tell as she trembled there in the cage was that whoever it was held a long bull whip in his hands. She pushed down the well of nausea that threatened to rise at that thought.
Whoever it was, he was carrying a whip…
“It was the new girl…”
Hannah’s gaze flitted to the woman who’d made the admission, her lips parting at the sense of betrayal. How could another woman—another woman who’d been through what she’d been through, one who’d presumably been drugged and snatched—how could she give her away so callously? The woman’s blue eyes narrowed at Hannah as though Hannah’s expression had thrown the accusation in her direction.
The leather shoes of the man strode forward, pausing between the cage of the woman who’d spoken up and Hannah’s. Terror like nothing Hannah had ever known before furled at her insides, rising until she had to get the sound out.
“It was me.” Her eyes closed as she confessed, knowing her fate was now sealed. “I’ve just woken up. I’m…” Hannah blinked around her at the line of expectant faces. “I’m sorry.”
In the most peculiar sort of way, she was. Hannah had no fucking clue what was going on here, but clearly, these women were also being held against their will, and she had no right to bring more doom down on them.
The owner of the leather shoes dropped to his haunches, whip still clenched in his fist. He turned his attention on the first woman to have spoken before slowly shifting his focus back to Hannah. Something about his face was familiar, though Hannah felt sure he wasn’t Lawes. Lawes was still prominent in her mind, and as her eyes fluttered toward this latest aggressor, the thought cemented in her mind—it wasn’t him. Recollections of the things Lawes had done to her flitted through her mind. She recalled the way he had tongued at her hungry pussy, and later, the way he’d forced his giant cock into her mouth. The man before her now definitely wasn’t him, yet there was still a flicker of recognition lodged somewhere in her mind.
“Ah, Hannah.”
She shuddered at the way he identified her.
“I’m glad we get the chance to meet properly, though I hadn’t expected it to be so soon, or under these…” He paused, his gaze narrowing. “Circumstances.”
Hannah gulped. She knew she was blushing, and she wanted to cover herself. The notion this stranger and the other women in the room were able to look upon her filled her with shame. A frantic wave of humiliation washed over her.
“I’m sorry, Mr…” Hannah hesitated. She didn’t have a clue what his name was.
He grinned, rising to his full height and disappearing from her line of sight while he stalked in her direction. Once his legs were right outside the place she was contained, he crouched before Hannah again.
“Mr. Fuller,” he continued. “We met earlier when you were in the chair. Perhaps you don’t recall?”
The heat at her face deepened. Yes, she did recall. He was the other man—the one who had stopped in when she’d been strapped in Lawes’ chair.
“Yes, Mr. Fuller.” She lowered her gaze, unable to meet the intensity of his blue eyes. “I remember.”
Fuller smiled. “That’s good.”
He lifted his hand, the one not gripping the whip and beckoned Hannah forward with one finger. Duly, Hannah pressed herself against the bars. It was so incredibly dehumanizing to be kept in a cage this way and was like nothing else Hannah had even contemplated, yet despite her indignation at the treatment, that low-lying thrum of arousal was still whirring at her clit. She was enraged about her treatment, terrified about what her fate awaited, yet there was that niggling need at her core. Hannah didn’t understand why, but there was something about the treatment that affected her.
Got under her skin.
Demanded her thrumming arousal pay heed.
“You were asleep when they brought you here, I assume?” A dark smirk painted his otherwise handsome face.
She nodded, swallowing back the instinctive urge to tell the guy to go fuck himself. She was the victim here. She shouldn’t have to answer his questions at all, let alone put up with his arrogant tone, yet here she was, pressed into the metal, hanging on his every word.
For fuck’s sake.
“Yes, Mr. Fuller.”
“Then you don’t know the rules yet, Hannah.” Fuller’s voice was soft. Softer than Lawes’ had been, yet still there was an edge to it—the threat of volatility to come.
“So, let me enlighten you.”
Hannah gulped at the way he made that sound.
“There is no talking in here after light’s out. The darkness is for sleeping—for preparing yourself for the training ahead. Do you understand?”
She blinked up at him. Hannah didn’t understand one iota.
“Yes, sir.”
Her toes curled at the word, but there truly didn’t seem any other choice. Not anymore. Not now that she was naked and in a fucking cage.
“Okay.” He blew out a breath. “Your outburst requires punishment, little girl, even though the rules hadn’t been made clear to you.”
Panic and injustice roared inside Hannah. What? Punishment even though she didn’t even know what the rules were. How was that justified?
“But since you are new and didn’t understand what was required, I don’t think I’ll need my whip after all.” Fuller flexed his wrist, sending the whip down against the cold looking tiles.
Hannah recoiled out of instinct, eyeing the thing with natural apprehension. The idea of anyone inflicting pain on her with that thing was beyond preposterous.
Fuller rose, and a moment later, there was a loud click, and the door at the front of her cage swung open. “Out you come, and Hannah, be a good little girl. Any further infractions may mean you end up meeting my whip, regardless.”
Her belly furled at his words, and slowly, she forced her cramped body out of the cage, the tiles just as freezing as they’d looked. She risked a glance toward the giant’s face. Was she going to be allowed to stand? The collar at her neck meant she doubted it. What kind of men kept women in cages? The question echoed around her head. Probably not the kind who allowed them to wander freely around the place.
Fuller reached into his pocket and pulled out a long length of metal chain. Swooping down, he connected the end of the chain to the metal at her collar, and just like that, Hannah was leashed like an animal.
“Come with me, little girl.” Fuller tugged at her neck and began to wander back in the direction he had come from. Hannah had no choice but to scurry after him on her hands and knees.
“Let’s see if I can’t give you an education about what that mouth should be used for.”
Hannah glanced in his direction again, but somehow, her limbs were not yet coordinated enough for the distraction, and she was forced to lower her chin and concentrate on putting one palm in front of the other. Crawling, as it turned out, was just about the mo
st embarrassing and ungainly way she had ever gotten around. She could only cringe at how she must look to everyone else. That thought was pushed from her mind as Fuller led her to the end of the rows of cages before securing the other end of the leash to a hook high on the wall. The deed meant Hannah was forced to kneel to avoid being throttled by the collar at her neck.
“Turn around.” Again, Fuller’s voice was calm, but the butterflies in Hannah’s stomach were still doing somersaults as she moved to obey.
She knelt before him, naked in this strange, foreboding place, the lines of other cages now clearly in her line of sight. There were faces pressed up against the metal bars of their respective prisons, eyes drilling into her hot, embarrassed skin.
“Give me your wrists.”
With a deep breath, Hannah complied, raising her arms for Fuller. He appraised her for a long time, the weight of his stare burning into her nude flesh before he eventually strode away, returning a moment later with a pair of leather cuffs. He slipped them around each of her wrists without a word, and Hannah had no choice but to witness it all like a mute animal. She knew whatever was coming next would be awful enough. She didn’t need to antagonize the beast any further with the wrong question or worse, some wisecrack comment.
Once her wrists were secured, Fuller lifted them up and hooked them over something else above her head. Hannah lifted her gaze to find a line of hooks in place, each at a slightly different height and position. The leash had been secured to one and her cuffed wrists to another.
Fuller sighed as he appraised her. “Now, your legs, little girl.”
Adrenaline raced through her body, and tentatively, she raised her head to regard him. She’d never been vulnerable like this and couldn’t decide if she was on the verge of a heart attack from fear, or delirium from arousal. The way Fuller was ordering her around and manhandling her was really doing something for her clit—the small nub goading her, threatening to drown out her other responses, but that couldn’t happen.
Hannah couldn’t let that happen.
“I want them wider. Much wider.”
She did her best to comply, though the deed was a lot more difficult now that her arms were held aloft, and she couldn’t use them for support.
“Better. Wait there.”
Hannah rolled her eyes as he sauntered away. Wait there—what the fuck else was she supposed to do? Her gaze flitted around the cages. There were two lines of them—maybe twenty cages in total. The one designated for her was in the right-hand row, the door still ajar. Hannah knew there were fully grown women crammed into each one of the plastic crates. Women who, just like her, had presumably come here looking for help with their dental phobia. Her pulse quickened as that realization dawned on her properly. They were all lured here under false pretenses, and now, they were trapped just like Hannah—captives of the apparently deranged dentists, Fuller and Lawes.
“Open that pretty little mouth of yours, little girl.”
So caught up in her desperate thoughts, Hannah hadn’t heard Fuller approaching. Straining her neck north, she glimpsed something new in his hand. Her heart hammered as he waved it aloft. It was a gag again, but this one looked even worse than the first—something Hannah was sure hadn’t been possible.
“Mr. Fuller.” Her voice sounded weak while he edged closer toward the place where she knelt.
“Did you not understand my instruction?” There was the harder tone—the one Hannah suspected had been waiting to come out and play.
“N-no, I understood,” she stammered, and with a heavy heart, Hannah knew what would happen. She would have to open her mouth for him, and Fuller would shove that bloody awful thing in there. Her jaw still ached from the horrific dental gag, and now this?
“So, why am I waiting, little girl?” Fuller folded his arms across his broad chest. “Do you want my whip, after all?”
Hannah shook her head, ignoring the surge of frustrated fear that swelled in her chest. She was not going to cry. There had to be an ounce of dignity in this ridiculously traumatic situation. With a deep breath, she forced her lips to part, and a moment later, Fuller was on her. The gag flashed in front of her gaze for a moment, Hannah’s eyes taking in the cruel looking metal. The girth of the thing was probably no worse than the one she’d been made to endure earlier, but the twisted metal coming from all sides reminded her of some sort of medieval torture implement. An involuntary shudder passed over her as Fuller pressed the gag into her mouth and secured the straps behind her head. Seemingly satisfied, he lowered his body before her.
“My friend, Brandon, always favors the dental gag for treatment, and I suppose I can understand that. We are trained medical professionals.”
Fuller paused, his tone amused at his own quip, but all Hannah could do was watch him with wide, frightened eyes. She’d been wrong about the gag—this one felt even less comfortable on her jaw—or maybe her memory was just clouded with all the drugs they’d given her.
“This is my favorite, though.” He reached for her, his fingers gently caressing the side of her cheek. “It’s called a spider gag, and it holds that mouth open for me nicely while I teach you a lesson.”
The hand at her face fell to her shoulder, tracing a line down to her vulnerable chest. Hannah pulled in a breath as his fingers grazed her left breast. Hannah didn’t want his hands on her—he had no right to touch her, no right for any of this—yet she couldn’t resist the sensation, and shamefully, her nipples hardened under his caress.
Fuller chuckled. “I need you to shuffle back for me,” he told her. “I want your toes against the wall.”
Hannah panted at the order, her brain trying to reorder what was going on around her so something—anything—made sense. Slowly and painfully, she inched her legs backward. All her weight was focused onto her knees now, and they were already starting to ache under the pressure.
“That’s more like it.” Fuller flashed her a smile. “Very good. Now, I’m going to tip you forward a little.”
Hannah strained her neck to see him, but naturally, that was a futile endeavor. She waited, every sense furled with anticipation while Fuller’s large hands fell to her shoulders, and he eased her toward his body. She whimpered when her body lurched in the direction he intended. Hannah hadn’t intended to, but there was no choice. It was a freaking daunting prospect to be dangling toward the concrete tiles with only the support of her cuffed wrists to prevent her from going face first onto the floor. All her weight was on the edge of her knees in this new position, and her shoulders screamed at the increased tension placed upon them.
“Don’t panic.” Fuller’s voice was low. “You’re perfectly secure.”
A strangled noise came from her throat. That was an easy thing for him to say. He wasn’t the one balancing precariously on his fucking knees in the dirt.
“You look beautiful.” One large palm swept to Hannah’s face, shifting her hair from her eyes. “Lawes made a good choice.”
Hannah didn’t know how to respond to that—not that she could respond, bound, and gagged as she found herself.
“Let me capture this moment for him.” Fuller reached into his pocket, producing his cell phone and flicked into the device.
She squeezed her eyes shut. This was all too much.
How had she had the misfortune to land in their trap?
Why couldn’t she just have stayed at her old dentist and lived with the fear? Surely, that would have been better than this endless degradation?
“Open those eyes.”
Hannah’s heart pounded, yet she compelled herself to obey him.
“Very nice.” Fuller was filming her now. Hannah could just make out the sight of his grin from behind the device. “Just wanted to show you what you were missing, buddy, but don’t worry. I’ll take good care of Hannah.” He laughed as he flicked the device off and slid it back into his pocket.
“And now to the lesson.” Fuller edged closer so Hannah’s line of sight was perfectly in line with his g
roin.
She had a good idea where this was going. Lawes had already introduced her to the notion while she was strapped into the dentist’s chair, and that had been bad enough, yet being held hostage in this grim place made the whole ordeal seem even more terrible. Fuller’s cock was free, the veiny shaft jutting out proudly toward her.
“Look at what you’ve done to me.” He sounded almost proud as he reached forward and grabbed a fistful of Hannah’s hair.
Wincing at the hurt, she blinked at the approach of his cock. He was at least as large as Lawes, and Hannah already had a good idea what toll this would take. Fuller thrust into her, his crown skimming her gag reflex immediately. Instinctively, Hannah tried to draw away from him, but that was impossible now that he was fisting her hair so roughly, and with her mouth spread wide open, there was absolutely no way for her to escape.
“This is what your mouth is for now, little girl.” He lunged into her again, not as deep this time, but deep enough to have her eyes blinking with reflexive tears. “Patients’ mouths are not for speaking unless they’re commanded to do so.”
Fuller filled her throat with shorter, more insistent thrusts while his words echoed around the walls of whatever shitty place they were in. The place was strained with silence, the only sound the wet noises as he took what he wanted and the desperate mewls and gasps that escaped Hannah. She envisioned all the other women huddled in those cages. How many of them could see what ordeal Fuller was putting her through, or perhaps they didn’t need to? Maybe they already knew from the sounds alone. No doubt, he had face fucked all of them like this before. Perhaps this was a daily occurrence?
“Do you hear me, girl?”
Fuller wrenched her head back, eliciting fresh tears. She nodded her head as best she could beneath his fist, a torrid combination of gurgled consonants and saliva, and still, his cock came, pounding her mouth, over and over again. Just like before, Fuller dominated all her senses. The base of his cock was the only thing she could focus on as his hand pushed her down onto it before pulling her back up his hard length again. The sounds of her own distress resonated though her mind as Fuller picked up the pace.
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