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I watch Kieran cautiously as he sits across from me on the floor while I stay in my seat at the table. He looks tense as he leans his back against the wall, his jaw clenched as his eyes meet mine and waits for an explanation.

“Look, Kai,” I start, my voice low as I try to find the right words to convey what happened in the shower without making things worse. “Alex…She got undressed and decided to take a shower with me. She noticed our scars and wanted to talk about them.”

Kieran’s gaze sharpens, his eyes narrowing as he leans away from the wall and turns to face me, cross-legged. “Go on.”

“She wanted to know where we got them,” I continue, my voice hoarse as I try to keep it low; I know she’s listening. “I didn’t tell her anything. I think she’s trying to stir up shit.”

Kieran’s expression softens, a flicker of understanding passing between us. “What did you tell her?”

I let out a heavy sigh, my shoulders sagging with the weight of the situation. “Nothing, I swear,” I admit, my voice thick with emotion. “She kept prodding and called me her pet. I said no one owns me and she stopped asking. I don’t know why, but I didn’t say anything.”

Kieran gets up and walks to the table and rests his hand on mine in a gesture of silent support. “I don’t know why it bothers me so much, but that’s on me, let’s just drop it.”

I nod, eying him curiously for a moment. “Are you jealous?” I murmur, my voice barely more than a whisper. Kieran’s gaze flashes with fury as he recoils and takes a step back. “Excuse me?” he grumbles, his voice filled with tension. “What the fuck makes you think that?”

I meet his gaze, my heart pounding in my chest as I stand from my seat and face him fully.

“I know you like her too, Kieran, perhaps that’s why neither of us have posted anything new on Hush since we took her,” I whisper, my voice choked with emotion.

“I’ll ask again, are you fucking jealous that I fucked her without you? ”

His breaths falter as he contemplates my sudden confession. Fuck it. Just do it. You’ve wanted this for years and thanks to that maniacal little puppet master upstairs, the doors have been ripped from their hinges. There are no more places to hide.

I grip the back of his neck, pulling him down as I lean closer and press my lips against his in a heated kiss. The world falls away around us as we lose ourselves in the moment, the taste of his tongue driving me wild.

Ceasing the opportunity, I whisper against his lips, “we need to get out of here. We should look around and find a way to escape without her knowing what we’re up to.” Kieran nods as he moves away, his breaths heavy as he looks into my eyes for a moment.

Our stolen moment is short-lived as Alex’s voice crackles through the intercom, her scolding tone cutting through the air like a knife.

“I warned you, pets,” she says, her disembodied voice laced with disappointment.

“You broke a rule. So, it seems you need a reminder of what happens when you disobey me.”

The room starts filling with gas, the noxious fumes enveloping us in a thick haze. We take advantage of the fact that the cameras would be cloudy while the vents are pumping clouds into the basement.

We look around for an exit other than the door. I rush up the stairs when we fail to find another way out. Trying the door, I am not surprised that it is locked. Of course it is.

She has to let her guard down eventually. We’ll need to make a run for it while she is down here. There are no locks on the inside so the door will be unlocked while she checks on us.

Darkness closes in around us, swallowing us whole as we slip into unconsciousness once again.

Fintan and Kieran decided to break a rule, and I think it’s time I give them another taste of their own medicine. With my own personal touch to it, of course It would seem I only have one reliable weapon in my arsenal.

I guess I have to kiss more of my morals goodbye.

Heading over to the trunk in my bedroom, I grab the black latex dress, a harness that hugs my thighs and waist, thigh-high stockings and my favorite pair of combat boots.

I don’t bother with underwear; I don’t think I’ll need it for what I’m planning. I want to manipulate them. Scare them. I am taking a huge risk tonight, but I have faith that my pets won’t disappoint me. This will be huge, for all of us.

I slide into the sleek dress, the material clinging to every curve of my body as if it was made for me. The harness adds a touch of edge, accentuating my waist and thighs in all the right places. The stockings complete the ensemble, their texture complementary with the shiny latex.

Stepping back, I slide my phone into the elastic of the stocking on my left leg and take in my reflection in the floor-length mirror. My hair falls in loose, soft waves as it brushes my shoulders, a stark contrast to the harsh lines of the gas mask I hold in my hand.

The mask is a prop I will use to ensure they follow my plan but the small syringe on the dresser is the star of the show. It contains ten milligrams of Etorphine hydrochloride , which according to my contact on the dark web, is also called M99 .

With a sense of determination, I slip the syringe inside my boot before heading to my office and turn off the gas before I slip the mask over my face. I secure it in place as I reach the door and unlock it before heading downstairs.

The sound of my boots creak on the wooden steps as I make my way into the basement. I find Fintan and Kieran unconscious on the floor. They look almost peaceful lying here next to each other.

I take my time dragging them until they are sitting in their respective seats. I cuff their wrists and chain them to the chairs, ensuring they face each other, their proximity guaranteed to add even more tension in the room.

That kiss was so fucking hot. I am pissed that they broke a rule, but that exchange gave me the idea of our next fucked-up little game. I can see the feelings and tension between them, and I will use it against them until they admit their truth.

I guess I am helping them. In a dark and fucked up way, sure, but this is my revenge after all, and I can’t allow myself to go easy on them because of their scars.

I fucking owe it to myself to see this through. I am not heartless, and I deserve to heal the wounds they have caused.

God, I sound as insane as they did the night they took me. Focus!

I sigh, shaking the doubtful thoughts from my mind before moving the table to the side as I take a moment to survey the scene before me.

Hmm, almost perfect but I think some mood lighting could work nicely.

I pull out my phone and tap into the app that controls the lights in the basement, deciding an electric blue hue would be perfect.

The gas will wear off within minutes, so I take advantage of the time to set the scene to perfection before they wake in their seats. Not five minutes later, they start groaning as they come to, struggling against the chains.

I have grown to like the sound. It represents their unbroken spirits and while that was my goal when this started, now I love how resilient they are. My insubordinate pets.

When this is all said and done, I don’t think I will be able to give up the control I have. I am addicted.

Fintan’s defiant glare meets mine, while Kieran’s gaze holds a hint of resignation. They may think they can defy me, but they are mistaken. I hold all the power in this twisted game we play, and I won’t give this up. Not without one hell of a fight.

As I take my seat opposite them, the gas mask provides a barrier against the remnants of gas, allowing me to maintain my wits and it acts as a prop in our game.

I guess I am feeling nostalgic tonight. Since I have them here, bare faced and unmasked, I can recreate a twisted version of our first night together by wearing mine.

Leaning back in my chair, I watch as they squirm and tug against their restraints, their struggles only serving to fuel my amusement.

“Relax, pets. You’re not getting out of those.

I have a surprise for you before you receive your punishment for breaking a rule,” I say, my voice muffled by the mask.

They eye me with trepidation as I get up from my seat and wheel the large screen closer, remote control in hand. Their eyes heat every inch of me as they fully take in the outfit, I put on just for them.

Clicking the screen on, it floods with the looped video they sent me. I revel in their confusion. Their widened eyes as they watch the events on the screen.

“Do you like our little movie?” I recite the text that followed. Moving until I am standing behind Fintan, I lean over him, brushing my hands from his chest down to his thighs. I smirk behind my mask as his cock responds, twitching in his jeans as I touch him.

“Such an eager captive,” I tease, using another line from their texts. “Keep your eyes on the screen, pet,” I command as I brush my fingers over the growing bulge in his pants.

“I’m not your fucking pet,” he growls through gritted teeth in an attempt to keep the sudden desperate groan of pleasure from escaping. He fails. “Are you trying to convince me or yourself?” I giggle, giving his chains a quick, hard tug.

Now that I have him nice and hard for me, I step back, severing all contact and move to stand behind Kieran. “Don’t touch me,” he spits.

“Hmm, poor little pet. I guess I haven’t been giving you the attention you deserve lately,” I coo, touching him the way I touched Fintan moments ago.

Kieran struggles against his chains as I feel his toned body. “You used my body to solve your problems. I’ll use yours to heal mine,” I whisper, brushing the mask against the back of his neck as I lean lower and undo his jeans.

“No!” he growls as I move to face him and take out his cock. “Oh baby, I’m sorry. I thought you didn’t believe in consent,” I say, my voice low and filled with anger as I undo the straps of my mask and drop it to the floor as I lower myself to my knees between his thighs.

“I want to see you squirm—to see you writhe—to watch your eyes dim as you accept your fate.”

Reciting his words back to him gives me more pleasure and satisfaction than I anticipated. Heat settles in my core as I take his large cock in my hand and look up into his beautiful, unwavering green eyes.

He swallows hard at my words, unsettled by my memory but he remains silent. He looks into my eyes with that haunted stare, almost like he regrets the past.

“You know, lying is rude , doll. Your sexy little sobs and whimpers might scream ‘ no,’ but baby, your body speaks volumes about what you truly crave . You are just as hungry and depraved as we are,” I say as I pump my hand up and down without breaking eye contact.

“Do you remember saying that? How does it feel to know the tables have turned, Kieran? You were right. I am just as depraved as you are.”

Giggling, I recite more of their words from that night. “I love watching your body betray you, baby.” He closes his eyes as if the memory haunts him and I take that as another opportunity.

“Look at Fintan and do not take your eyes off him,” I demand. He obeys and I move forward, taking his impressive cock into my mouth. Sucking hard until I hear him whimper at the sensation before I stand.

I turn my back to him and face Fintan who is looking positively murderous from his seat as I place a hand on Kieran’s shoulder behind me while stepping over his thighs and lowering myself onto his length.

Moaning against the delicious stretch, I keep my gaze locked on Fintan, waiting for his reaction as he watches me fuck his friend.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” Fintan growls from his seat as he tries to free himself. “You boys love sharing, don’t you? Or was that all just for me?”

Kieran lets out a moan as I move faster, chasing my orgasm.

Fuuuck, he feels amazing. I fucking missed this. I missed them. They ruined me.

My orgasm ripples through me, causing Kieran to choke out another groan of pleasure as I strangle his cock inside me. When my muscles relax again, I get off before he has a chance to come. I giggle at the disappointed groan Kieran lets out and walk to my white-haired pet.

Unchaining him from the chair but leaving his wrists cuffed behind his back, I yank him off his seat and shove him onto his knees in front of Kieran. His hard cock glistening from my orgasm.

“Taste me on his cock, Fintan,” I command as I grab a fistful of his gorgeous long hair and hold him inches away from Kieran while I take it with my freehand and guide the tip to Fintan’s mouth.

He refuses to open his mouth as he looks up at Kieran. “Come now, don’t you want to make him feel good? Make him come for me. Please ,” I tease him while stroking Kieran’s length and eliciting another whimper from him as he starts to struggle in the chains again.

“Since you still refuse to obey me and tell me what I want to know about your illegal porn site, let me show you how bitter the truth can be when you have no choice but to accept it,” I growl and with that, Fintan sighs, swallowing his nerves and barely opens his mouth.

Hmm, you’re gonna have to open wider, pet.

Shoving his head down, Fintan is forced to accommodate the size of Kieran’s cock. I hold him down until he chokes on it before releasing my hold on his hair.

He pulls back, gasping for air as he looks at Kieran again, unmistakable heat flashing in their connected gazes. “Keep going,” I command as I step toward my wall of toys and grab my flogger, cracking it when I notice they are staring at me instead of Fintan doing what he’s told.

“Next one will be on your back if you don’t start sucking. Show me how much you care about him. Tell me how my come tastes on his cock.”

“I fucking despise you!” Fintan sneers in my direction before his eyes meet Kieran’s again.

“I’m sorry, brother. Close your eyes and imagine someone else,” Fintan whispers in a hoarse tone before taking him into his mouth once more.

I don’t miss the grimace on Kieran’s face when Fintan calls him “brother.”

Brother, huh? Fintan’s words are filled with pain and regret. Am I feeling bad for them? I thought I hated them, but I love this. The two of them have a connection you can’t fake. Do they hate me? Do I like them?

When they are fully trapped in their lustful moment, I move around them while they both have their eyes closed, unlocking their cuffs to see how far they will go.

They don’t seem to care much at first and as if instinctively, Kieran’s hand moves to grip his counterpart’s hair as he bobs up and down.

Groans fill the air around us and they are lost in this heated exchange, moving freely now and I do not regret my decision one bit as I take a seat on the chair in the corner and watch my pets play.