Page 13 of Writhe (Wellard Asylum)

My head snaps over when I hear the sound of Theo’s jeans unzipping.

His cock falls softly out as he pulls down the fabric.

It’s thick, with two blue veins running down the length.

The only thing I can think is how fucking pretty it would look pierced.

I swallow the lump in my throat, knowing that the only option I have is to obey.

THEO

She looks so ruined. So fragile.

Like a doll.

Kneeling before me, her body trembles, glistening with sweat and spit. The leather harness wraps around her like a cage, framing her soft curves, her delicate throat that’s reddened by my hands. Her lips are parted and swollen, her breathing ragged.

My sister had a doll that looked like Eliza. It sat on the shelf, glassy-eyed and fragile, its delicate limbs always on the verge of breaking. But Eliza isn’t fragile. She won’t shatter. I can bend her, twist her into any shape I want.

The Doctor wants me to break her. Because if I don’t, then he will break me.

I fist my cock a few times until an angry bead of pre-cum leaks out of the slit. Eliza watches with lust, and it fills me with even more desire. I need her.

“I want you to put this cock in your mouth and gag on it, doll. Let the doctor hear what a mess you are for me.”

She shivers at my words, her breath catching, but she doesn’t hesitate.

Her tongue darts out, licking the swollen tip, collecting the pre-cum like it’s something precious.

I groan, my fingers tightening in her hair, the strands damp with sweat mixed with her fresh shower.

She looks up at me with those tear-filled eyes, lips quivering, and for a second, I almost soften.

But I can feel him watching .

The Doctor lingers behind me, silent, waiting.

I know what he wants. He wants me to prove myself, to mold Eliza into something raw, pliant.

To strip her down to nothing. He claims it will cure her—it will cure her to be owned.

To be cared for. Something she’s never had.

She’s never had a protector. She’s never had someone who broke her so thoroughly and then put her back together. I will be that. I will be her maker.

I shove my cock past her lips, forcing her mouth wide, feeling the warmth of her tongue as she gags. The sound is wet, desperate, and it goes straight to my cock.

“That’s it, doll. You wanted to be special, didn’t you, dollface? Well, now you are So. Fucking. Special.”

Her throat convulses around me, eyes fluttering, spit leaking down her chin, dripping onto her heaving chest. I want to tell her more about how fucking good she is, but before I can, the doctor steps closer.

“You’re holding back,” he says, disgustingly smooth. His gloved hand touches my shoulder, light, but full of control. I tense, my grip tightening in Eliza’s hair. I’m so fucking close.

“Goddamn, Dollface.” I pant.

The Doctor leans in to whisper into my ear, “Come for her, Theo. Come down my pet’s throat. She will swallow for her master.”

I look down, watching as Eliza works my cock until I explode. Cum shoots down her throat and she greedily drinks it. Using her hands to milk every last fucking drop.

“Fuck . . .” I moan, my head hanging down .

I don’t want to break her. I want to own her. I want her wrecked, gasping, ruined. Mine.

The Doctor’s hands move, and suddenly Eliza is wrenched away from me, off of my still-softening cock. Her head jerks back with a whimper. I barely have time to react before he shoves her forward, pressing her against his desk, his gloved fingers shoving between her thighs.

“No!” Eliza cries, wriggling away. “Theo . . . please.”

“Cry if you want—I’ll still fuck you the same.”

My heart sinks. She wants me. She doesn’t want him. She doesn’t want to please him.

He forces his cock out of his dress pants with a groan. “I am going to fuck this soaked cunt. My pet is going to be so full of my litter after I pump you full.”

Eliza screams again, “No! No! Get off of me!”

“Stop touching her.” My voice is hoarse, fists clenched so hard my knuckles crack.

The Doctor laughs. “You did such a good job prepping her, Theo. Well done. So wet. So ripe for me.” He uses his hands to spread Eliza wide before he shoves his fat cock inside of her. She gasps, arching against the intrusion, her body betraying her as he works her open.

She goes pale as she comes on his cock. Her legs shake against the desk as she rides out her orgasm. She cries out, but not in pleasure, in a soft whimper of distress. “No. Theo. Please. Make him stop.”

“Goddamn, you’re choking my cock. So good for your master.

I will break you in since Theo wants to go soft on you.

” He rams his cock into her with such force that her weak thrashes do nothing.

His palm presses against the small of her back.

Keeping her still against his desk. The metal screeches as it moves against the tile floor.

He forces her to the edge, playing with her clit like she’s nothing more than a toy.

She comes again, tears falling off her cheek.

“You’ll thank me, pet,” he purrs. “Thank me for letting you come twice on my fucking cock.”

He slams into her again. And again. The force is bruising.

“Now, Eliza. I won’t stop until you thank me and then I will fill this cunt up.”

“Give him what he wants, Eliza, and he will stop!” I yell out to her.

She wails, “Thank—” She hiccups through a choked sob. “You.”

“For what?” He slaps the side of her cheek with enough force to leave a mark.

“For making me . . . come, master. Please . . . come inside . . . me.”

He chuckles, his thrusts wavering as he chases his release. “That’s my good little pup.” He groans. “I’m coming.”

His orgasm comes in spurts as he moans, filling her up like he said. Like he promised.

“You can’t do that!” I yell. What kind of monster is he? Is this what true domination is? Is this what he wants me to do to her?

He looks over at me, slowly pulling out of her pussy. Eliza stares blankly past both of us. She’s retreating into some dark place in her mind, and I hope she finds peace there for a moment. “If I want my pet to carry my litter. She will do that.”

After stuffing his cock into his pants, he walks away from both of us and into his private bathroom before closing the door.

Eliza crumbles onto the ground in a shaking mess, her arms wrapping around herself so tightly.

She rocks herself slightly. I take a step forward, but she flinches so violently it stops me dead in my tracks.

My throat tightens.

I broke her.

Not him. Me.

I force myself to breathe, but it feels like I’m inhaling glass, sharp and painful, slicing me apart from the inside. My hands are still clenched into fists, but I can’t feel them anymore, can’t feel anything except the sickening weight of what just happened, of what I let happen.

“Eliza,” I say, or maybe I just think it because she doesn’t move, doesn’t acknowledge me. She’s curled into herself, her face hidden, her body shaking with the aftermath of it all. I don’t know what the fuck I’m supposed to do. There’s nothing I can do.

I sink to my knees, a few feet away from her, not reaching for her this time. I don’t deserve to touch her.

The silence stretches, until finally, I find my voice.

“I’m so sorry,” I whisper, the words scraping past my throat like they hurt to say.

She shifts just enough so I can see her face. Her eyes are bloodshot and unfocused, her lips cracked and parted. She looks at me, really looks at me, and I wish she wouldn’t, because what I see in her gaze makes my stomach drop.

“You liked it. You liked watching me break for him,” she whispers through a choked sob. I look down and find my cock fully erect. What the fuck is wrong with me?

And I can’t even defend myself.

Because she’s right.