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Huxley

Walker goes upstairs, and I turn and walk down the hall to where Richard and Doug are.

I would be whipped if he knew that I hate referring to him as my father, but he’s not.

He has hurt me far too many times to ever be a father to me.

After what he did to Zoriah… I have every intention of killing him as soon as I have the chance.

I don’t care if it’s the last thing I ever do.

I know in order to survive Zoriah escaping, I have to lie.

I’m going to have to do a lot of shit that I don’t want to do.

I know how this works. I know I will be given the choice of death or to be used.

Being used means everyone will have a chance to do whatever they want to me.

I know it will be painful and humiliating, but I have to get back to Zoriah.

I love her so much, and I have for a while.

I don’t care if we are just friends. I need her in my life, and I’m not ready to die.

I need to at least make sure she got somewhere safe.

“Hey,” I say casually as I walk into Doug’s office, where Richard is sitting.

“Oh. He’s talking to us,” Richard laughs.

“Do you need something?” Doug asks.

“Yeah. I just wanted to apologize. I know you guys are trying to help me. It’s hard to break out of my old life, but I’m trying to fight through it. I don’t know why it is hard to let go of the past,” I say.

“Son,” Doug says as he walks around and puts his hand on my shoulder.

I would love nothing more than to punch him in the fucking face right now.

I can’t, though, because I’ll get shot almost immediately.

“It’s hard to let go of Sin. The devil tempts us, but we see that you are trying.

You brought Zoriah, me, and God so much pleasure. You should be proud of that.”

“Yeah,” I say with a forced smile. “I just want to do better. Ya know?”

“Yeah,” Doug smirks. “I want to help you, Huxley. Will you let me help?”

“Yes,” I say. “I will accept help.”

“Let’s do a test then,” he says.

“Okay…” I say hesitantly.

“Boss!” Marty says as he runs into the room. “She’s gone. Zoriah is gone.”

“What?” Doug, Richard, and I say all at once. Lie, and you can be free. You have to lie.

“She killed Walker and left out of a window,” he says. “Boss….”

“How did she kill him?” I ask, forcing myself to sound angry.

“She slit his throat. He doesn’t have his knife on him, so… he must have taken it in with him, and she got it,” he says.

“Fucking idiot,” Doug sighs. “Alright… we need to move. Her fucking boss is going to mess everything up.”

“What can I do?” I ask. “Me and Dad can go track her. She’s on foot and naked. She can’t go far.”

“Too close to a main road,” he says. “She would have gone right to the main road and grabbed a car.”

“Fuck,” I sigh. “Are we safe?”

“Yes. We just need to move everyone, so I want this place to be sparkling. No trace of Zoriah here at all. I want that room disinfected, Marty.”

“Yes, sir,” Marty says before leaving.

“Did you have anything to do with this?” Dad asks pointedly.

“Hell no,” I lie. “She’s got a loudmouth and will try to ruin everything that’s been built here. She needs to be found.”

“Are you prepared to have to kill her?” Doug asks.

“She is the sacrifice, so she can’t be. But if the situation called for it, yes,” I lie.

“She will need to be cleansed,” Doug says. “And punished.”

“Can I be the one to punish her?” I ask.

“Absolutely,” Doug smiles. “I need some reassurance that you aren’t guilty of sympathizing with her old life.”

“What can I do?” I ask.

“Offer yourself up to the community. Everyone is going to be stressed. We will be needing an outlet and connection to God,” he says.

“Of course,” I say. I hate this so much. I know what it means. I know I’m going to be raped by everyone, men and women alike. I’ve been made to be an offering, and it was awful.”

“Be a good boy and get on your knees so we can use your throat,” Doug sneers.

How fucking humiliating is it for them to make a six-foot-four, two-hundred-and-fifty pound straight man get on his knees to let himself be assaulted yet again?

I’m strong enough to take them out but scared I won’t make my way back to Zoriah.

I involved myself to try and save Haley, but she’s been a part of this her whole life.

They’ve been playing Zoriah all along, and I didn’t find out until Haley agreed to get her here.

I think Haley was reluctant for a while but finally was convinced to follow through.

I was blind to it my whole life until they told me everything that had been done to Zoriah and why.

I feel like a fucking idiot for not seeing it sooner.

I could have warned Corbin at least. I could have saved her a long time ago if I hadn’t been so wrapped up in my own trauma.

I get down on my knees, and Doug chuckles as he unbuckles his pants and pulls his dick out.

I know what Richard is planning the moment Doug points for me to get on all fours.

When I do, he grabs my hair and pushes down my throat.

He holds still and stays as deep as he can while Richard works my pants and boxers down.

“You look so weak on your knees for us, pretty boy. Ready to come for Daddy?” Richard asks as he puts lube in his hand.

I expect him to slam into my ass, but he starts stroking my limp dick.

If I fight, I die. I squeeze my eyes shut and just accept it.

“Oh, my sweet boy. I love how hard you get for Daddy,” Richard coos as he pumps my cock in his hand. The door comes open, and I hear Pamela laugh. “You want Mommy, don’t you?”

“Hard already?” Pamela asks as she kneels.

“Suck him,” Doug tells her. She immediately drops down and lays beneath me.

I unintentionally groan when she takes my dick down her throat and sucks hard.

Fuck, I hate this. Richard gives no warning before he sinks into my ass, and they all three violently take from me.

Pamela is squeezing my balls, letting Richard’s thrusting push me down her throat.

I hate that my body is responding. Doug is brutally taking my throat, and all I want to do is kill them. I am going to kill all of them.

“Fuck, son. Squeeze Daddy’s cock. Come for us, pretty boy. You can do it,” Richard grunts.

“Shit, I’m coming. Swallow my cock, pretty boy.

Take my come. Fuck, yeah,” Doug moans as he takes my head between his hands and violently fucks my mouth.

I gag when he starts to come, but he pushes deep and forces me to choke or swallow.

When he pulls out, he kneels in front of me and pulls out his pistol.

I grit my teeth and stare him down as Richard and Pamela work together to rape me.

He presses it to the underneath of my chin to make me look up.

“Tell me what you want,” Doug tests me. I know what my answer is. I want them to die painfully slow. I can’t say that, though.

“To come,” I growl.

“Then beg me for it,” he smiles. “Show your faith like the pretty fuck toy you are, little boy.”

“Please make me come,” I say with so much hatred in my voice that he might actually pick up on it.

Pamela takes all of my cock and sucks so hard that I involuntarily groan.

I squeeze my eyes closed and imagine that it’s Zoriah.

I would let that woman fuck my ass. Hell, I’d tie myself up to let her play but only as a treat to her.

What I really want is to use her so brutally that she begs me to stop.

The fucked-up part is she would let me. Imagining it’s her using my body, I can relax.

When they force unwilling pleasure out, Richard moans and slams into me harder and harder as he comes.

“Get yourself off,” Doug says. “Fuck her throat.”

I let every bit of my anger channel into this and shove my hips down. Pamela immediately starts to fight when I go harder than she expected. “What’s wrong, bitch? I thought you wanted to help!” I yell at her.

“Doug,” Richard says when I flip everything on her, and now, I’m the one assaulting her.

I am so fucking angry, and she’s the one getting my rage.

I move to straddle her chest with her arms pinned to her sides and start throat-fucking her as hard and fast as I can.

She is thrashing and sobbing around my cock, but it only makes me push deeper.

I can feel her gagging, about to make her puke, and I laugh.

Serves the bitch right. I don’t feel pleasure.

I just feel rage. When I start to come, I pull out just in time for it to go all over her face.

She is sobbing and I’ve never been prouder of myself.

“Was that necessary?” Richard asks as he helps Pamela up.

“I think you did great,” Doug says, smacking me on the back when I stand and fix my pants. “When we get Zoriah back, I want to see all of that anger for her, okay?”

“You got it,” I say with a forced smile.

I will do whatever I have to do to get back to Zoriah and save her.

If they want me to play their little games, I’ll make them fucking regret it.

Come hell or high water, I am holding Doug down and showing him exactly what it feels like to have your sense of security stolen from you.

I’ll save all my rage for him and fuck him bloody.