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“It is no sin to try to escape fromyou.”

“Do you really want to escape from me? Or are you just afraid of the fact thatI know you. I know who you are underneath. I know what you did to try to keep me away. Buttime’s up, Mrs. Brennan. I won. Submit.”

I started to scream, ridiculously and shrilly, but I couldn’t make myself stop, flailing my arms and kicking my legs, throwing my head back and forth.

“Stop!” Saul ordered sharply, and I was furious to remember this voice, remember anything about him, remember what he had done in our senior year.

Remember the wickedness that I had turned a blind eye to.

Remember the wickedness that I hadn’t told anyone about, that I hadn’t gone to the police about.

Because it had benefited me. It had kept me from suffering at the hands of the other seniors.

Ishouldhave been willing to suffer for righteousness.

That was one of the basic precepts of the Eye. The Eye held that all should suffer. Suffering was moral.

So I should have stopped him.

But I didn’t.

I knew what he was. I knew how far he would go. And I hadn’t stopped him.

I screamed and screamed with my eyes screwed shut, knowing that my walls were thick and made of stone, but I screamed anyways.

Then my face was captured with a strong hand, and I inflated my lungs to scream again, my eyes tightly closed, when something was stuffed into my mouth.

I gagged lavishly, unfamiliar with the hard, velvety sensation, as it pressed past my lips and bore down on my tongue.

I opened my eyes and there was Saul above me on the bed, his body spanning mine, and with a start of horror I realized when I saw his hand pressing the thick bar of tanned skin into me that this was his cock in my mouth.

Cocks weredisgustingthings!

“Shh, Gracie,” Saul said sternly. “You are going to hurt yourself. Suck on this, it will calm you down.”

I didn’t want to suck on it, and I wanted to tell him so.

But I had no room to speak, no way to tell him.

The cock pressed down on my tongue, and I gagged in panic, my stomach heaving as I tried to control myself.

“Suck on it,” he ordered again, and I didn’t want to, but there was no other way to stop the gagging.

Desperately, I latched my lips onto his cock and tried to suck.

My lips burned as he pushed further. They were stretched wide and there was still more of his cock to go!

“Good girl,” he said. “Most of it is in now.”

Most of it? I tried to scream, but it only came out as a garbled gurgle.

I couldn’t tell if he was all the way in or not, but I felt something descending down my throat, closing my airway and making tears spring to my eyes.

Then I almost jumped out of my skin when two heavy weights hit me in the throat with a sickeningslap.

He pulled out, just enough for me to gasp a ragged breath, then he was back in again, his balls slamming into my throat and jolting my head, that cock stuffed so far down my throat as my lips screamed in protest.

In and out while I lost pressure so hard my ears closed up.