He slid his cock inside her mouth. She sucked, licked the shaft, wrapped her mouth around his balls.
Todd had gotten her wet, incredibly wet, warm juices puddling between her legs, and he eased himself into her.
The men pulled out, guided her to her hands and knees, and Todd slipped in from behind. Kevin guided himself into her mouth, and she accepted him.
“Are you cumming?” Todd cried shortly after, strokes increasing, and she moaned, so damned close now, breath fast and furious, a tidal wave of pleasure. She’d cum before, even when being raped, but she’d despised it, had felt torn about experiencing anything enjoyable, about feeling anything at all when she’d been so brutally fucked.
But now—now she was allowing herself happiness, accepting the inevitability. Her brain had shut down, and all that remained was primal heat, the need to feel closeness, a gentle touch.
Todd came and she groaned, her shuddery orgasm intense and powerful, her legs trembling on wave after wave of ecstasy.
Kevin exploded inside her mouth, groaned in blissful agony.
The three lay tangled in a sweaty heap, chests rapidly rising and falling, the heady scent of spent sex in the air.
The respite didn’t last long. She was passed from group to group, enmeshed in the orgy, accepting her fate in the room, knowing it might never be this good again in this awful place.
Somehow, it had become bearable. Somehow she’d made it bearable. Praying for death was easy, but she had chosen to fight for life instead, a new way of life, a way that she had slowly been forced to accept.
Hours later she returned to her cell, aching, exhausted, semen leaking out of her cunt like a bad infection. The sheet provided little warmth or protection but it felt good against her skin, felt familiar, like home.
Chapter 9
Sunshine on her face, warm, gleaming, and smells of flesh gently baking, of wildflower perfume.
She tasted the heat on her tongue, felt it on her skin. Opened her eyes to the brilliance of the sun spotlighting the endless meadow, tall grasses bowing, poppies dancing, a rush of movement when the wind picked up. Splashes of color, a backdrop for the trees and underbrush.
Laying on her cot, eyes pinched tightly shut, Zoey woke but tried to stay lost in the dream. Remembering summers in the country, afternoons at the lake, of dipping her toes in the chilled mountain water in the brook behind their house. Playing tag with her sister and the neighborhood kids.
If she opened her eyes now, the image would be lost. It had already begun to falter. The afternoon sun faded behind her eyes until it was nothing but a blackened smudge. Zoey stared at her eyelids and tried to retrieve a dream that had died a slow and painful death.
She opened her eyes, knew they were open because she felt her lashes dust the tops of her cheekbones, but she saw nothing. No windows to sneak in dribbles of sunlight, no overhead or wall lights to create shadows in the corners of the cell. No way to know the time, to know to try to go back to sleep, or stay awake. Perpetual nothingness in a stygian blackness.
“Anyone else up?” she whispered.
“Yeah. I am. Janice.”
“Do you think it’s time to get up?”
“I have no idea. Try to sleep.”
Zoey nodded, which answered no one.
“I’m awake, too,” said another voice. “Heather.”
“Marie? Are you awake?” Zoey was worried about her, and the other women who had been severely beaten with the cat o’ nine tails. “Marie?”
“I’m here,” she said, sounding tired, in pain.
“You okay?” Zoey asked.
“Not really. Can’t lay on my back. They bandaged me up, but it still burns.”
“Me too,” Sandra said. “This was a bad one. Bastard. I swear to god I’m going to kill him one of these days.”
“Hey—you all know what today is?” Janice asked. When no one responded, she said, “I’ve been counting off the days. We’re having company.”
“Oh, shit no,” Heather gasped. “Are you sure?”
“Pretty sure. They always do right after their little feel-good orgy.”
“What are you talking about?” Zoey asked.
There was silence, as if no one wanted to talk about it.
Another voice spoke up, and this one Zoey recognized as Kim. “They bring in people from the outside, to watch. And… other stuff.”
“People? What people?” Zoey felt a ray of hope. Maybe one of these people would help. Maybe—
“A group of goddamned perverts, that’s what they are,” Sandra said.
The hope exploded in Zoey’s chest. “What do they do?”
“Anything they want,” Heather said. “They pay good money for it.”
“You sure that’s today?” Zoey cried. “Maybe you’re wrong.”
“Once every other month. The first Saturday. And unless I’ve been counting wrong, today’s Saturday.” Janice sounded almost excited.
“God, Janice, it sounds horrible,” Zoey said, sinking into her pillow, wishing she’d never asked. Wiggled her fingers in front of her face. Nothing.
A short while later the bolt was thrown, and the main door opened. Overhead lights blared to life.
“Rise and shine,” the guard named Matthew said. Moments later the buzzer sounded, unlocking the cells.
Adjusting to the harsh light was painful, and Zoey squinted, her lids fluttering.
In a single line they headed toward the bathroom to shower, to wash away the dirt and sweat from the day before, to clean dried cum and crusted blood from their bodies. They weren’t allowed to shower at night and were forced to sleep in the filth and fluids that clung to their bodies like second skin.
Guards watched them shower.
“Do a good job now,” Tony said. “We’re having visitors.”
They were handed clean towels and T-shirts as they left the shower area.
At breakfast, Zoey pushed her food around on the plate and was experiencing a new breed of anxiety. “Is it bad?” she whispered to Kim, sitting beside her. “These people?”
Kim nodded. “Sometimes. Depends on who you get.” Eggs spilled off her fork. “Or how many.”
The eggs suddenly looked revolting, quivering mounds of embryo. Something else had been bothering her. “Kim… I should have had my period by now. Do you think I might be…?”
“No, and you won’t get your period. They put birth control in the food.
Eyebrows raised. “What?” She glanced down at the food. “But sometimes I skip a meal. What if—”
“They put it in all the food, at every meal. The chance of getting pregnant is almost impossible.”
“Comforting.”
Janice sat across from them, dropping her tray on the table in disgust. “Good morning. My, don’t you all look sparkling clean?”
Kim smiled. “Special day. We even got the good soap.”
“Eat up, Zoey,” Janice said. “You’ll need your strength.”
She shook her head. “I can’t. It’s making me nauseous.” The coffee went down okay, but she refused to put those eggs near her mouth. “Janice, how long have you been here?”
“Five months, more or less. I was pretty big when they brought me in here.”
“I guess you must have been,” Zoey said, pushing her tray to the center of the table. “You’re thin now.”
“Almost. A few more pounds.”
Zoey planted her face in her palms and rested her elbows on the table. “What do you suppose happens?”
“When?” Janice chewed on a piece of bacon and pushed her too-long blonde hair off her face.
“You know, after you’re done. After you—”
“What? Lose the weight? They let you go.”
Zoey stared at Janice. “Just like that?”