Shackled (The Lord Series) by Amy T

127. Olivia

It doesn’t take long for Malaky to get back inside the house and to have two of the men who took part in last night’s ‘party‘ make sure my brother disappears for a few days. Maybe they will dump Jason in a dumpster, and he will get taken to the recycling plant to be with the rest of the trash like him.

I am in the living room, eyeing the tequila bottle and planning how to snatch it without being seen, when Malaky approaches me.

“There’s a bathroom next to the kitchen. Take a shower, then come back here. You still have cock to take.”

“Can I have something to drink?” I ask, hoping this time he won’t deny me.

Malaky grabs a glass of vodka and pours it in front of me on the carpet and his shoes. “There you go, baby.” The men present laugh, and Malaky arches an eyebrow. Fearing a severe beating, I get on my knees and lick Malaky’s shoes. “The place of women is on their knees, serving us, worshiping us,” he says to the men while I clean his shoes with my tongue.

When I am done, he forces me to stand.

“Take a shower before I fuck you again. And make sure you clean your ass properly this time, I don’t want any more shit on my dick.”

I rush to the bathroom, not wanting to be forced to lick more alcohol from the floor and scrub every inch of my skin several times, not wanting to leave any trace of cum on my body or hair. I stay in the shower until someone pounds on the door and yells at me to get out.

Minutes later, I return to the living room. A man shoves a glass of whiskey in my hands, and while it is not the same as drugs, it takes my mind off the pain while the men take turns fucking my ass. One has his fist shoved inside me while another forces his cock down my throat, choking me on it, leaving me without air up to one minute at a time, making me think he will kill me like that only to pull out of my mouth just as I am about to faint and after a few gulps of air, he starts all over again until he finally cums on my tits. He steps to the side, and another man comes to me and has me suck him while the one with the fist in my ass makes me feel like he is splitting me in half.

My tears make them hurt me more.

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of me being passed around and tells me I can clean myself an dress on. After I do as I am told, a blindfold is

cold for hours until I think I will run of air or die

crying, praying that all my suffering will come to an end soon when the trunk

tonight, I might reward you and

Malaky.

happen tonight, but I am too tired,

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might not see them, but I can

then the trunk is closed again. Maybe Malaky will forget about me and will leave me in

the movement making me so nauseous I end up vomiting. The smell makes me even sicker, and when the car finally stops,

snarls as he drags me out of the trunk by my hair. Slapping me hard across my face, he adds, “I can’t have you covered in your own filth, and since there’s no shower here, you will have to clean yourself with

in burning my arms with their cigars before fucking my ass at the same time–leaning against the car, looking at me like I am

time.

cold to try to catch it, and it lands in the snow. I crouch to scoop snow with my right hand while I try to figure out where we

or seven men with guns in their hands are keeping an eye on a group of at least twenty or thirty women who look very

at me

I wonder what will happen if I refuse

ribs broken. The last time Jason broke three of my ribs, he had me suck cock the next day, and it is something I don’t want to be forced to do again, as something tells me Malaky

I stand and let Malaky know