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Delaney

Two Days Later

The trip to the jet was long, but uneventful. Once we got on, Talon had me sit with him and I fell asleep. Talon only woke me up to eat. I suspect that they gave me sleeping medicine because I was completely out of it for the entire trip home.

I woke up a while ago, but Talon is wrapped around me and there is no better place than in his arms. As long as I look at him, I am okay. I hear Jude clear his throat behind me, so I gently roll to face him. “Hey,” he says with a sweet smile.

“Hey,” I say. “I’m sorry I’ve been distant with y’all.”

“Why are you sorry?” he asks.

“Because I’ve been stuck to Talon like glue. I just don’t want you guys to think I’m not happy to be here with y’all, too. Sergei was just the only person I spoke to for six months, so it’s a giant mind fuck to be around so many people.”

“It’s okay,” he smiles. “Talon needs you.”

“It was bad, wasn’t it?” I ask.

“Uh… yeah,” he says. “It was pretty bad. He was suicidal in the beginning, but as long as he just focused on finding you, he managed. He just drank a lot.”

“I had convinced myself that y’all moved on and stopped looking early on,” I say. “It was easier than knowing you all were hurting. I knew Talon wouldn’t fair well but… I knew you four would keep him safe.”

“If I never have to pry a loaded gun out of his hands again, it’ll still be too soon,” he says. “But… You’re here now.”

“I’m scared,” I admit.

“Of what?”

“What if Grim finds me again?” I ask.

“Baby, he went into hiding almost immediately,” Jude says.

“Oh… Is Cheryl alive?”

“God no,” Jude laughs. “You really fucked her up, baby.”

“Good. Fucking cunt,” I grumble.

I watch as Jude rolls to his back and rubs his hands down his face with a sigh. He looks tense and all I want to do is touch him. He looks over and smirks when he catches me watching him. “What is it, baby?”

“I grown accustomed to… I’m used to getting fucked… a lot. Every day. Multiple times. Logan did it, y’all did it, and Sergei did it,” I say.

“Okay,” he smiles. “And?”

“And… Sergei was busy fucking others for like four days prior so… it’s been six days now,” I explain.

“What do you need, baby?” he asks.

“Something I shouldn’t want… not after what he’s done to me,” I say, rejecting the building desire.

“Say it, Laney,” he encourages.

“I want you all to fuck me… Like… I mean it when I said I want you all to break me. I want everything you can possibly give, and I want it to hurt. But…”

“But you want to feel safe,” Talon says, kissing my neck. I melt back against him, and he does it again. “Look at me.”

I roll to my back, and he props up on his elbow to look at me. “There is no correct way to heal from the horrific things that have happened to you, Delaney. You taught me that. If you want us to fuck you… break you… I’ll make it my personal mission to make you beg me to stop. If you want sweet and soft pleasure, I will get on my knees for you. All I ask is you talk while we do it.”

“Talk?” I ask.

“Yes. Everything we do that draws up a memory, tell us. I don’t care if it’s good, bad, or built from manipulation and brainwashing; just talk to us. Tell us your thoughts or we will fuck them out of you.”

“I can try,” I say.

“What are you thinking right now?” he asks.

“That Chris will be the one to fuck me up,” I say with a small smile.

“Oh… yeah. Probably,” Talon laughs. “He can go last again.”

“Wait. Right now?” I ask, panicking.

“Yep,” Jude says as he sits up and pulls my panties down. I comply instantly, despite my panic. “Not going to fight?”

“I… No,” I say.

“Why?” he asks as he slips his boxers off.

“Because… fighting hurts,” I admit quietly.

“Not with us, baby,” he smiles and pulls me on top of him.

“F-Fuck,” I groan and sit up when he suddenly pushes into me.

“Sit still,” Jude says. “Just relax for a second.”

“What do we have here?” Chris says happily as he, Tony, and Adam come into the room.

“We are all going to fuck her,” Talon says as he sits up. “Jude and me, Tony and Adam, and then you.”

“Wait,” I say. “Both? I haven’t… I…”

“Go ahead, Little Flower. Fight us,” Talon says.

“Fighting gets me hurt,” I say.

“Hold up,” Jude says as he suddenly moves me to lay on the bed. “You have your clit pierced.”

“Yeah,” I frown.

“Do you want it out?” Talon asks.

“I don’t know,” I say. “He fucking tortured me with it.”

“How about this,” Talon says. “One week. You keep it in. We show you that it doesn’t have to be torture. If you still associate it with torture, we will remove it. Okay?”

“Yeah,” I smile.

“Good girl,” he says.

“Please don’t say that,” I whisper.

“Why?” he asks.

“He… He always said that. He praised me for accepting his abuse,” I explain wearily.

“Little Flower, you are a good girl,” he says. “But not because you are compliant. You are a good girl. Our good girl. Because you are kind. You are compassionate. You are the strongest person we’ve ever known. You endured hell and yet you still found room to worry about me. You will always be our good girl, even if you disobey us. Even if you fight us. That will never change.”

“I’m tired of thinking about him,” I sniffle. “He’s stuck in my brain, and he won’t go away. He’s dead, but he will never leave me alone.”

“Use him as fuel,” Chris says. “Use that experience as a stepping stone.”

“I understand,” I say.

“See? Such a good girl,” Chris says as he leans down and kisses me. “Go on before I steal you from them.”

Jude pulls me back on top of him, but I slowly lower myself on his cock, letting myself feel every inch of him. “Jesus, I’ve missed you guys,” I groan softly.

“We’ve missed you too, love,” Jude says as he starts playing with my clit piercing, gently flicking and twisting it. I moan and tighten my pussy around him, making him groan deeply. “Shit, you feel amazing.”

“Wait. Wait, wait,” I yell when he pulls me down to his chest with my arms pinned between us. He doesn’t let me go, but stops moving.

“Talk to us,” Talon says. “What’s going on?”

“The first time Sergei fucked me…”

“Raped,” Adam says. “That was not fucking. None of it. You were never willing; you were only surviving.”

“The first time he raped me… He held me like this,” I say tearfully. “He ate me out and edged me until he made me break and beg him to come… Then he fucked me. I had to come, or he’d hurt me.”

Jude grabs my face and makes me look at him with a soft smile on his face. “If you don’t want to come, then don’t come,” he says. “We will not hurt you for not coming. Okay?”

“Okay,” I sniff. He pulls me back to his chest and tears well up. “Please, just fuck me.”

“Fuck,” Jude says, loosening his grip.

“Breathe, Jude,” Chris says. “Don’t panic with her on top of you.”

“I know,” he says, cupping my face. “I need you to look at me, okay?”

“Thank you,” I whimper. “He always made me… look at him. When he would do things. He said he wanted me to know who was doing it… And I need to know who is touching me. Not being able to see you makes me think it’s him. It’s the same when I am sleeping. I need to see who is touching me.”

Jude moves his hands to my hips, and I prop up on my hands beside his head. When he starts to move, I sigh and relax. “There ya go,” he smiles.

“You feel… so good,” I choke out. He lifts his hips slightly and drives into me harder, making me yell out.

“Yes! Oh fuck!”

“Fuck it,” he groans and pulls me down to him. I am laying so that I can still look at him but when he starts fucking me hard and fast, my eyes roll back, and I can no longer give a fuck. Hearing his moan is plenty enough to remind me who is inside of me.

“Fuck!” I scream when Talon suddenly and forcefully fills my ass. I sit up and he wraps his arms around my body. He used enough lube that he easily slides into me and my moan is unhinged and animalistic. They synchronize their thrusts and find a rhythm where one of them is pushing into me as the other pulls out. Their thrusts are brutal and beautiful. Between these two men, I can easily find peace and it’s not forced. I don’t have to break myself to fit between them. No matter how hard they fuck me nothing hurts. It is a reminder that their aggression brings strength, not subservience.

When my orgasm builds and breaks, the realization floods out of me with my arousal that I have not truly come in a long time. I don’t know what I was doing for Sergei, but it was not an orgasm. It was simply a manifestation of what he wanted to see in that moment. I was never happy with him and nothing ever felt truly good. Even the times that he did force an orgasm, it felt nothing like this. This feels like true freedom and it’s just as fucking addictive as it was before I was stolen from my men. When Talon and Jude come, I am in a blissful state. They hand me off to Tony and Adam, who waste no time getting inside of me.

“Fuck, I missed you, baby,” Tony groans as he sinks into my pussy. Adam pushes into my ass and they both immediately find an unrelenting pace, desperate to come. Desperate to please me. Adam wraps his hands around my throat and squeezes as they both pound into me.

“Fuck, it’s been too long,” Adam grunts out.

As they both near their orgasm, I start to panic. Realizing that I might not come, I’m fucking terrified of being in trouble. I know they told me I wouldn’t be, but it doesn’t stop the fear from rushing in. Once the fear has settled in my brain, there’s no fucking chance I’ll get past it. I am sobbing by the time they finish, and I melt down as soon as they pull out of me.

“I’m sorry,” I say through broken cries. “Please, don’t be mad. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.” I’m curled into the fetal position with my face buried. I’ve managed to not take any hits to the face, and I don’t want it to start now. One of them lays their hand on my waist and I turn hysterical. “Please don’t hurt me. I’m sorry. I tried. I really tried. Please. I’ll do better.”

“What the fuck is happening?” Adam says. “Did we… What did we do?”

“Look at me,” Chris says, gently rolling me. Without thinking, I pull away from him but immediately regret it. “Hey. Slow down. Stop.”

Jude pins my arms to the bed above my head while Chris sits beside me so that he can lean over and look down at me. “I’m sorry,” I sob. “Please don’t hurt me.”

“No one is going to hurt you, love,” he says sweetly. “Breathe for me, okay?”

“I didn’t… I should be punished,” I whisper. “Master…”

“Is dead,” Chris reminds me.

“No. I have to have a master,” I say.

“Can I give you a metaphorical sock and free you?” Chris asks.

“I… what?” I ask, confused.

“You know… give clothing and you’ll be free,” he says with a playful smile.

“You… are so dumb,” I say, making everyone laugh.

“Baby, if you want us to be your masters, we will happily make you our little pet. If you want us to own you entirely, then we will lead with positive reinforcement not negative. Positivity breeds positivity. Yeah?”

“Yeah,” I say with a hesitant smile.

“Good,” he says as he kisses me. “Ready?”

“Oh God,” I sigh. “Yes.”

“Are you sure?” he asks. “Also, that is yes Sir, Laney.”

“Yes, Sir,” I correct.

Jude releases my arms as Chris moves to settle between my legs. “They are being incredibly gentle with you, and you have requested the exact opposite. I want to give you that, but I want you to be very sure.”

“I’m sure,” I say softly. “Just don’t kill me.”

“Deal,” he smiles as he hooks his arms behind my knees and folds me in half when he plants his hands on the bed beside me.

“Oh no,” I groan when he eases the head of his cock into me. “I forgot how big you are.”

“Christ, you feel like heaven,” he says, pushing deeper.

“Hard,” I choke out. “Please, hard.”

“Anything for you, my love,” he says with a grunt as he draws out. When he slams into me, my body tenses and I arch dramatically off the bed. When he starts to fuck me hard and fast while pushing as deep into my body as he can, I inadvertently start fighting him. A new wave of fear washes over me, but it doesn’t phase him. “That’s it. Fight me,” he groans.

“It’s too much,” I moan. “I’m sor… Fuck!”

“Fight me, Laney. I want you to fight me,” he growls.

“Fuuuuck,” I moan. “Jesus, Chris.”

“I thought it was Christ?” he jokes.

“Stop making jokes when you are balls deep inside of me,” I choke out. He chuckles before leaning into me more and rapidly quickens his pace. The sudden brutality sends me spiraling into an orgasm and I drag him down with me. By the time he pulls out of me and moves to the bed beside me, my entire body is shaking.

“Breathe,” Talon says softly. “Just relax. Chris is going to clean you up, okay?”

“Okay,” I say as my voice trembles. “I don’t know what’s wrong.”

“It’s sub drop, baby,” he says, kissing my forehead. “It’s just a sudden drop and can be triggered from intense moments like orgasms. Long deep breaths and let us take care of you.”

“I can’t stop shaking,” I whisper.

“You will. It just takes time,” Jude says. “We are going to take this moment to cover the tattoo he put on your ass, okay?”

“What is it of? I couldn’t tell,” I says.

“It says, “Sergei’s whore,” Talon says. “We are covering it with a lotus flower.”

“Okay,” I say. They roll me to my belly, and I rest on my head in my arms. I stay where I am while they set everything up and just focus on breathing. Overtime, my muscles stop shaking, and I can fully relax. When Talon starts the tattoo, I can easily disconnect and fall into a meditative state.

I do not know what healing like from this will look like, but I want to. I want to find joy in life. I want to remember what true freedom feels like. For a while I thought that my wicked oath to my men meant nothing, but it is what was going to save me from myself.