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I put my head back down, and Huxley gently kisses the back of my hand, relaxing me again. I let my breathing fall in sync with his, and we try to stay focused on each other.

Huxley groans as I hear a suctioning noise near him.

When his entire body tenses, I look up briefly to see that Doug has his fingers inside of Huxley and is slowly moving in and out of his ass.

Fuck, I hate these crazy-ass people. Something is positioned between my legs, and I squeeze Huxley’s hands as tight as I can as something presses against my clit.

Huxley and I both groan as the torture toys are turned on.

It violently sucks my clit, and I can hear the suctioning noises coming from whatever it is that is attached to Huxley.

Fingers push into my ass suddenly, and I yelp as he works the lubricant into me.

“Gentle, Richard. Wait until her body relaxes and invites you in,” Doug says.

“See how Huxley is tense, but he is still moaning? He is close. Just before her first orgasm crests, she will let all of you in. Take her hard through her first orgasm, and she will love it. So will God.”

“She’s relaxing,” Richard says. “Goodness, God has been calling me to this girl since I first met her.”

“You’re doing incredible, Richard. You have been so patient waiting until she was ready for us again.

For God. She wants salvation, Richard. Listen to her moans and help guide her, just as you did with Haley.

She fought and cried in the beginning, but by the end of it, she was begging her daddy to save her and give her to God.

You did that for her, Richard. You saved your little girl, so now it’s time to save Zoriah. Be the daddy she needs.”

“She’s close. She’s almost ready,” Richard says.

I am trying so hard to fight it, but I can’t. The feeling is so strong, and I am already incredibly weak. “They’re not connected enough,” Doug says abruptly. “Your arms. Put your arms around her, Huxley. Let her pull the pleasure out of you and into her.”

Huxley hesitates to grab me but pulls us closer together.

He has my head on his arm as he shields my body from the world.

When I hear his deep moan reverberate through my body, the forced orgasm starts to rip through me.

Richard grabs my hips and violently slams into me, and I let out a shrill scream.

Huxley grunts in pain and tightens his hold on me.

Doug and Richard immediately fall into the same pattern of shoving in at the same time.

My sobs are coming out as screams as Richard roughly takes my ass.

Painful orgasms are pulled out of us one by one.

Eventually, Huxley is in pain and is in tears when it is forced out of him.

Doug and Richard are grunting like pigs as they violently rape us, but luckily, I’m not in physical pain.

“That’s it,” Doug moans. “Come for your master… Good boy…. Give it up… Give it to me, Huxley… Atta boy. Squeeze my cock.”

“Shit, I’m gonna come,” Richard moans. “God, she wants it. She’s squeezing so tight.”

“Harder, Richard,” Doug grunts.

“God needs more,” Richard says as he grabs my braid and yanks my head back. Doug grabs Huxley’s disheveled hair and forces him to look up at me also. His eyes are red and swollen from tears, as are mine.

“Turn the toys up,” Doug says. “All together.”

I moan loudly through my tears when the toy sucks even harder, and Huxley whimpers as Doug does the same.

“Kiss,” Richard barks and pushes my head forward.

Huxley repositions his elbows and grabs my face to kiss me hard.

For Richard and Doug, this is just some sick fucking fantasy, but for Huxley and me, it is different.

We are between praying for sanity and praying for death.

Everything for all of us explodes at once, and Huxley has me so distracted by his kiss that I am about to disappear from my mind for a moment.

When Huxley is pulled away from me and Richard pulls out of my ass, I am left discarded on the table.

I am weak, and my entire body is trembling.

The torture toy has been removed, and I am moved up on the table before Doug rolls me.

I watch as he leans down and takes the sucking machine off of Huxley, and my eyes go wide when I see they have collected all of his come.

“The offering isn’t complete until all of the seed is inside of the sacrifice,” Doug says.

“No. No. No. Please don—” Richard cuts me off by shoving his fingers into my mouth and prying my jaw open to place the o-ring gag on again. I immediately start thrashing and trying to get up, but soon Richard and Doug are both holding me down on the table.

“Pour it, Huxley,” Doug commands harshly.

“Doug, please don’t make me do this. I’ve done everything you’ve asked of me,” Huxley says tearfully.

“Be a fucking man and stop crying,” Richard barks.

I don’t know why, of all things, that hits a nerve the hardest, but it does.

How fucking dare he say some ignorant bullshit like that?

Are men not allowed to have emotions? Right…

Because emotions make you look weak. I’ll take a “weak” man over some fucking robot who shows nothing any fucking day of the week.

“Make her drink it, or we will put a fucking funnel down your throat,” Doug shouts. “Now. Pour it.”

I try my hardest to not fight Huxley, because it’s not his fault, but fight or flight kicks in and I whip my head back and forth, trying to evade him.

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry,” Huxley says, pleading for forgiveness as he places his hand on my forehead to stop me from fighting him.

He doesn’t even have to hold me in place; his touch is soothing enough to make me stop.

I am sobbing hysterically as he starts to pour his come down my throat, and I instantly cough and gag as it fills my mouth.

Doug casually pinches my nose closed so that I have no choice, especially when Huxley covers my mouth to keep me from coughing it up.

I bang my head against the table a few times before I give in and start to swallow.

My eyes are locked with Huxley’s because I’ll panic if I look at anything else but him.

Doug’s come tasted bitter and rancid, but it’s not the taste of Huxley that I have a problem with.

He tastes more neutral with sweetness underlying the flavor.

The issue is that he just dumped a fucking vat of come into my mouth, and my brain rejects all of it in my mouth at once.

When I finish swallowing, Richard and Doug step away from me and push Huxley toward the door. “Next one will be in soon,” Doug says to me as they leave the room.

I am suddenly numb, and I don’t react when the door opens again.

The man walks over and rolls me to my belly before positioning me so I am bent over.

I don’t even so much as flinch when he shoves himself into me and starts moving hard and fast. I stretched my arms out across the table, hoping to find Huxley there to comfort me, but he’s not here.

He’s gone, just like everyone else in my life.

I lost Mom to a home invader. I lost Dad to a bottle of whiskey when he tried to drown out the sadness.

I lost Haley… Corbin… Roman… Everyone is gone.

I am all alone now, and I have nothing left but this stupid fucking table.