Indulgence (378 page)

“Good girl,” he whispered, “Definitely gaining control of
your body. That’ll help.”

Shit
. My brain rambled off every curse word I’d ever
heard.

Ross slid his fingers out, then back in. I jerked with my
gag reflex then forced myself to breath past it again. “Kirk, strap your lovely
slave down.”

I saw Kirk shake his head slightly then approach. He picked
up a cuff that was chained to the bottom corner of the table, and pulled my leg
to the edge, rubbing the inside of my ankle with his thumb as he fastened the
buckle. He then repeated the same thing on the other leg.

The next strap went over my chest, just below the still
bruised ribs and right on top of where one of Gabe’s men had punched me. I
winced as Kirk tightened it, but Ross simply turned back toward his guests.

“You okay?” Kirk mouthed.

I shook my head, feeling like I was about to cry.

“Pain?”

I closed my eyes, pushing back the tears, and shook my head
again.

The men around the table erupted into laughter and stood. My
heart beat so fast I couldn’t even think straight. Everything in the room
slowed as Kirk lowered the flap on the table under my head then stepped away.
The three men I didn’t recognize circled me.

I forced myself to keep breathing, long deep breaths for as
long as I could manage. I promised Kirk I could do this. I promised I could
take anything they put me through just to bring them all down.

Just get through it
.

The first man approached, tangling his fingers in my hair
and pulling it tight.

“Beautiful girl,” he said in a strange accent. Then he undid
his pants and pulled out his cock.

Kirk
. I cried out in my head.
I lied
.
I
can’t do it
.

Stroking it slowly next to my head, the other men, including
Ross followed suit. Kirk touched Ross’ arm and whispered something in his ear.
Ross frowned then nodded, without ever taking his eyes off me.

The first man pulled my head back and pressed his cock to my
lips. I opened, and he pressed forward until I gagged. He paused, not
withdrawing, just waiting.

As soon as I suppressed my gag reflex, he pushed deeper
until it pressed painfully against the back of my throat. I struggled to take a
single breath without biting down.

He slowly moved out then thrust back in again. I jerked.

I was strapped down, so the only thing I could do was lay
there and take it. I concentrated on breathing and not gagging so hard that I
would clench my jaw closed.

He thrust in and out slowly a few times, coating my tongue
with his musky salty taste. Then he picked up the pace, slamming into the back
of my throat with every thrust. I fisted my hands at my sides, feeling my body
shake with the effort to stay in control.

Ironically, I was glad to be tied down. At least then I
didn’t have to worry about what the rest of my body was doing as well.

He pulled out a final time then stepped back for the next
man to take his turn.

A new cock was shoved down my throat, thicker but shorter,
so not every thrust hit the back of my throat as forcefully. But when he
pressed in completely, it blocked off my windpipe entirely. He held it down,
watching me struggle for air and then backed off before repeating the same thing.

The struggle aggravated all of my previous injuries and
before much longer I was buried in a fog of pain and confusion.

Ross was next with his long slender shaft. Every thrust was
fast and powerful, pushing as deep as possible. I started to cough around it,
but it only spurred him to move faster.

He pulled out and I choked in a breath of air.

“You look so nice for your Master tonight.” He leaned his
face closer to mine, rubbing his hand over my neck and down my sternum. “It was
a fitting ensemble, don’t you think?”

“Yes, Master,” I whispered. Involuntary tears slipped out of
my eyes from the gagging and the stabbing pain in my lungs.

He smirked, tracing my chin with his fingertips. “It’s not
really fair that your Master is standing by and not having any fun.” He
straightened and licked his lips, then pointed to a chair that had been pushed
up against the wall. “Kirk, have a seat and whip it out.”

Kirk wouldn’t meet my gaze as he walked by and took a seat.
He unzipped his pants and pulled out his half hard cock.

“Alley,” Ross said, waving to Kirk. “Take care of him.”

I saw Alley make eye contact with Miles before she dropped
to her knees and took Kirk in her mouth.

I wanted to clench my jaw, or look away, but Ross had
positioned him perfectly so that even if I didn’t look over, I could see the
motion in my peripheral vision.

Mother fucker
.

“Well, what do you think of that?”

“Whatever pleases him.” I had to force it out, but I hoped
that the raspiness caused by my sore throat covered it up enough.

Ross stepped away and the fourth man took my hair, smacking
my face before he slipped his cock in my mouth.

I heard Kirk grunt, but I wasn’t sure if it was because of
Alley or the man smacking me.

This man thrust in slowly, easing his cock down my throat
every time. I wasn’t sure if I was becoming numb to it, or better at
controlling the gagging, but I managed to take him without my entire body
convulsing.

The rest of the men gathered at the side of the table,
rubbing my skin while they violently tugged at their own shafts waiting for
their next turn.

Please, make it end
, I begged silently.

The first man came up again. This time, he wrapped both
hands in my hair, pulling it with each thrust. I tugged at all of the
restraints, trying to catch a breath, but he forced himself deeper and I gagged
harder with each thrust. My gut clenched, setting my bruises on fire.

I heard Kirk grunt again. And this time there was no doubt
in my mind what caused it. The sound was familiar. I could see the way his body
tensed just before coming. My hatred for Ross tightened every muscle and
thickened my muscle until I felt like my body was hardening to cement. He
wanted to torture us both, to fuck with both of our minds. So, instead of
falling into his sick game, I let my mind latch on to his sounds even though I
resented that they were caused by Alley.

I concentrated on our connection, remembering his tongue on
my skin, his lips on mine, the sensations that relaxed my body and quieted my
mind. I’d finally found a piece of that place where I could hide from the
attacks.

The first man jerked and spasmed then pulled out of my
mouth, spilling his liquid on my face. It dripped into my mouth and nose,
making it even harder to breath. I swallowed, and barely got my mouth open in
time for Ross shove his cock in my mouth again.

He squeezed my breasts as he pumped into my throat. Three
quick pumps, then he’d hold it there, in my throat blocking off my oxygen. I
tried to time my breathing accordingly, but every time I adapted, he threw off
his rhythm slightly to block off my airway as soon as I exhaled.

My grunts, shaking, and flailing must have pushed him over
the edge. He came in the back of my throat and I struggled to swallow it before
my chest demanded that I inhale.

It didn’t entirely work.

I coughed and jerked, feeling the liquid in my mouth, and
throat. All over my face. The room dimmed as the lack of oxygen set in.

I heard voices around me, laughter.

I faded back into the room with Gabe. I turned my head,
focusing on Kirk. Miles now stood next to him, with a hand on Kirks’ shoulder
as if he was holding him there.

A hand touched my face and I jerked.

“It’s okay, sweetie,” Alley whispered, wiping the cum off my
face and away from my nose. Apparently they weren’t entirely ready for me to
pass out, since all of the men waited behind her while she finished what she
was doing.

I jerked with another wave of coughing, and forced myself to
swallow it all back down.

Alley stepped away and that was nearly enough to push me
over the edge.

What had I agreed to?

Why was I letting this happen?

I knew when I agreed to stay with Kirk, to help him that I’d
be used and degraded, but I still wasn’t sure how much of it I could take
without breaking.

I sent my mind to another place. I didn’t have to be there.
Nothing that I could do would change anything they did to me. They enjoyed
pushing my body’s automatic responses.

But I still had to fight, to keep my teeth from clamping
down, to keep my chest from inhaling too much of their vile liquid. That’s all
I concentrated on, letting the rest of reality fade to the edges.

My only reprieve came when the next two men came quickly,
probably from enjoying the show, and I finally felt hands releasing the cuffs
on my ankles, and the strap across my chest.

My eyes wouldn’t focus on anything.

A form pulled me up and tucked me to his chest. I took a
breath of his scent and crashed into unconsciousness.

*****

I woke up in another coughing fit as Kirk swung open the
door to his apartment.

“Bathroom please,” I rasped.

He sat me on my feet near the toilet and as the last cough
subsided, I heaved, and coughed up more cum.

“I should have found a way to get you out of here.”

“I said I wanted to stay. Now I just want to bring them down
more than ever.”

“Silver—”

I shook my head, putting my fingers to his lips. I knew what
he wanted to say. He didn’t want me to end up fucked up for the rest of my
life. He wanted to remind me that revenge was a slippery slope.

“If I don’t help, they’ll keep doing this. Maybe it’s small
in the big scheme of things. There will be other traffickers. Other people who
hurt women. But, I can at least help make sure some of them get what they
deserve.”

Kirk huffed then kissed my forehead. “You’re a stronger girl
than I gave you credit for.”

“I am pretty damn amazing, aren’t I?” I winked, putting on a
show even though my voice was raspy and barely audible. Neither the sight or
sound could have been remotely attractive, but it helped lighten the tension.

“I’m not sure I should feed your ego after that.”

“After tonight? Yes. Then, you should drag me into the
shower and make me forget.”

“You need to drink some water first.” He kissed my forehead.
“Will you be okay for a minute while I grab a glass?”

“Yeah, fill it with vodka.”

“You think your throat burns now?” He tousled my hair as he
passed. “You haven’t even had dinner.”

I shrugged. Quicker path to wasted, which is exactly where I
wanted to be.

*****

Kirk climbed into the shower with me. He stood behind me,
rubbing lathery soap over my skin. I could barely keep my eyes open, let alone
enjoy his feathery touches over my skin, but I wanted my escape, that momentary
release and rush of pleasure to help me escape the nightmare. Even if it was
only temporary.

“Please, make me forget.” I rubbed my hands over his pecs
then up and hooked them behind his neck.

“You’re exhausted,” he kissed my neck. I rested against his
chest as he massaged the shampoo through my hair, then I leaned back, letting
the water fall over my face and rinse the soap down the drain.

I shrugged, dropping my head on his shoulder. He was already
taking most of my weight.

He helped me out of the tub then wrapped a towel around my
body. I quickly dried myself off, eager to get off my feet and collapse in bed.
I opened the medicine cabinet and took a mouthful of mouthwash. I considered
swallowing it, just to sanitize the rest of my throat.

I swished it around and spit it out, and a horrible thought
occurred to me.

“Those men…. They’re clean, right?”

“Yeah, Ross is careful.”

“But tonight he seemed pretty vengeful.”

“He gets that way especially…,” he trailed off for a moment,
leaning sideways against the wall near the counter, “We haven’t had new girls
in a while, so I think he was particularly enjoying himself.”

He gently ran his fingers over my shoulder and pulled me a step
closer. “One more week,” he promised.

I followed him out to the living room and watched him walk
into the kitchenette to fix us each something to eat—and hopefully drink. I
noticed the pill bottle sitting on his desk, and tiptoed around the couch to pick
it up.

Vicodin. The reliever of my pain and deliverer of oblivion.

“No, Silver.”

“I hurt.” I pleaded.

“Then, I’ll give you some Aspirin.”

“I’ve been taking this stuff all week.”

“For pain, not an escape.”

I stared down at the bottle, hearing Kirk put the food and
drinks on the table. Tears broke free in streams down my face.

He grabbed my waist, holding me against his chest until the
worst of the sobs passed.

“I shouldn’t have let you stay.”

“You couldn’t have gotten me out. No thinking about the
impossible, remember?”

He kissed my cheek, then my neck. “You are pretty fucking
awesome.”

I giggled, feeling the knot in my stomach unwind.

“I mean it. Now, let’s eat so I can help erase it all.”

He took the drugs out of my hand and tossed the bottle back
on his desk, then tugged me to the couch.

I took a long swig of the drink he’d mixed, it burned all
the way down but no more than my emotions.

After we finished eating, Kirk made us each a second drink.
By the time we went to bed, I was stumbling and buzzed.

“I can now add taking advantage of a drunk girl to my long
list of sins.”

“I’m not that drunk, and I asked for this before I started
drinking.”

He pushed me down onto the bed, kissing from my belly button
up my sternum to my neck, but by the time he got to my lips, I could barely
keep my eyes open.