Page 162 of Retribution

“Okay boys, they’re ready for you. Open your mouths and take your meds,” Ophelia says, her dress brushing against my skin. Again, my body reacts as Albin pulls away, and it’s almost too much stimulation. My skin is too sensitive. “This will put you into a rut, and you’ll be good to fuck for as long as it takes for you to tear her apart. Make it bloody, boys.”

I hear each of them swallow something that she gives them, and I struggle to shake the rest of the sluggishness off as Royce starts walking with the other alphas. I’m terrified of what’s going to happen next, and sweat slides down my skin as my body heats up from stress and the drugs.

The alphas begin to chant something I can’t make out as they jog up the stairs, and I turn my head towards the sea of alphasin the audience. A single tear rolls down my face as I gasp in a breath. There’s so many fucking people.

What is wrong with the world?

When Royce drops me, I allow my body to collapse to the ground, because my legs still can’t function to hold my weight.

While I don’t want to give myself away that I am regaining muscle function, I’m not at full strength yet.

“Fuck,” Royce mutters, picking me up and tying my wrists together to a steel bar over my head. It leaves my legs dangling for the moment before each one is strapped down to each pole. It’s reminiscent of a St. Andrews Cross, but they’re solid bars in a U-shape instead with a steel rod near my waist to allow them to bend my body as necessary over it.

A knife is lifted to my throat before I realize what’s happening, and drags down my skin before an alpha slams his dick into my cunt.

“Agh!” I scream, my body rattling against the steel bars. Blood slides down my body as Albin drags the knife along my skin, moving his body slightly so the crowd can enjoy the show.

The bastard cuts deeper than he thinks, and the droplets of blood hit the ground.

I hear a yell that I would know anywhere, but my hair is pulled back sharply as a push of a button folds the top of the bars down so that I’m now level with Albin’s pelvis. My fingers furiously work to pull apart the knots around my wrists as I hear Royce rutting behind me.

I can’t help the sounds I make as he fucks me, my body lighting up with pain and pleasure. My cunt squeezes around Royce’s dick, and I hate every moment of it. While the paralysis is ebbing away, the date rape drug and Molly is still raging full force inside of me.

“Suck my cock, little whore,” Albin growls, the knife forgotten at his side as he forces his sour, disgusting dick past my lips.

Survive, survive, survive, I chant, despite gagging in disgust. The smell surrounding me covers up anything that lingers from when I first realized my alphas were near. Royce spreads my ass wide as he grinds his knot against me, while another pair of fingers that I doubt belong to Royce shove into my asshole, making me squeal in pain.

“As soon as Royce is done with you I’ll fuck you with my dick. I think we should try the bat first,” Urock growls.

Royce uses my immobility against me, working his knot inside of my cunt, while I continue to work frantically to get free.

The rope between my fingers slides slightly as Albin fucks his cock deeper down my throat, and I scream when Urock does exactly what he threatened to with the fat end of the bat. My body jolts against the sturdy frame of the poles and I manage to get my thumb into the loop of the knot to yank on it. The rope unwinds a bit more, and I’m left with a small surge of hope.

My body is on fire as the alphas violate me, and all I can do is continue to untie the stupid fucking knots that were half assed tied around my wrists.

The alphas in the audience chant many things, and my eyes water from the heat of the lights over the stage. There’s too much happening around and inside of me to be able to process it. My fingers continue to work despite the pain, and Albin attempts to get me to choke down his knot as I finally get my hands free.

My arm shoots out and steals his knife, shoving it into the fleshy, unprotected area under Albin’s knot up to the hilt. I also bite down hard on his dick, my jaw finally unlocking enough to do so. I don’t fucking care if I have to crawl out of here, I’ll do it.

“Fuck, let go, bitch!” Albin screams, his fists hitting my shoulders and face. Every blow shakes the bars, his face turning bright red.

Urock and Royce are too out of it to notice what’s wrong, despite the noise. The rutting meds are strong, and I don’t think Ophelia skimped on the dosage.

“What’s going on?” Ophelia yells from the stairs. “Keep everyone back!”

I hear glass breaking above me, but I’m too busy to look up as I pull the knife from Albin’s knot to castrate the fucker. He lets go of my hair, the only thing holding my head up at this awkward angle, and presses his hands against his profusely bleeding wound. Spitting out his cock, I frantically run my tongue along the insides of my mouth in an attempt to remove the taste of him from it.

There’s no time to be disgusted as I dangle upside down with a steel bar digging into my pelvis, and I release my ankles by cutting through the leather straps.

“What the fuck?”

It takes these alphas too long to figure out that my arms and legs are free. As soon as Urock does, he decides to yank the bat out of my ass to use it on me. Screaming from the pain, I use my upper body to swing toward him to cut at his legs. Royce is the only thing holding me in place as his knot is stuck inside of me, and I use that to keep from falling down. Instead of hitting me more than once across my lower body, Urock jumps to get away from me and falls on his ass.

“You stupid bitch,” Royce growls, struggling to pull himself out.

Twisting my body and kicking him, I manage to dislodge his knot, uncaring that it means I’ll fall into a heap on the ground. Crawling through the slick covering the floor, I reach for the gun on the tray and begin shooting. I hear more gun fire around me,but I stay low and hide behind Albin’s body that’s on the ground as he suffers from blood loss.

Taking my chances, I dump a tray full of weapons on the ground beside me, and find a meat cleaver. Slamming it down on Royce’s foot, I use the gun to shoot him in the face. Blood and brain matter explode all over me, and I begin to crawl across the stage as I use my weapons to the best of my ability.