Mesmer, page 8
I let go of the pistol and turned back even though tears welled and rolled down my face. The blood rushing back into my gun hand prickled it with pain.
I trudged into the hotel and up those stairs.
“You’re back,” were his words when I walked into that room. “I gave you a choice and you didn’t shoot yourself.” His smile was smug.
“Obviously I didn’t, no. I almost did. I wanted to. I actually almost did it.”
His mouth pursed, relaxed, and I saw a shift in his eyes. I’d shocked him, I think.
“Then I realized I had a purpose.”
He grunted. “What?”
Confessing my fear of dying wouldn’t advance any cause. Defiant and sure my eyes were ablaze, wishing I dared say more, I said the half-truth, “I came back for your sake.”
“Really?”
“To help you.”
Tomik’s forehead corrugated then smoothed. “Hah!”
For a long while all he did was stare, but then I thought I saw his eyes soften with regret, or remorse, or pain, something. I couldn’t decipher the universe in the blink of an eye, and I hadn’t caught this either.
Maybe a wish to take back the past? Maybe it had been nothing. It was still an arrow in my heart.
If I’d truly seen it, it meant something.
Then he crooked a finger, and a man walked through the same door by which I’d entered. He went partway to Tomik to stand there with his hands clasped before him. The window glare silhouetted him.
Tomik drawled, “You cannot help me, Hannah. I’m dead inside.”
Dead? A mesmer was not a normal man. There was a whole new scariness to imagining him dead inside. Then I saw he mocked me. Thank God.
“This is Aaron, the head of our brotherhood of mesmers. We have a share and share alike motto, as well as a rule that says to take, fuck, then dispose of.”
So casually delivered. So terrifying.
I blinked, chest tightening. One of them was bad enough. I licked my lips and tried not to meet the eyes of this Aaron.
He was taller than Tomik, leaner, with short, near-white hair, and he dressed with flare. His tie was subtly floral. His dark suit had some repetitive tiny emblem and was precisely tailored. Those few steps he’d taken were calculated and quietly threatening. Even standing still he seemed as dangerous as a tiger lounging in a tree.
Such cold gray eyes. I was only an object to him.
“I’ve decided to share you, but today he’s only watching. Strip off your dress, come here and kneel before us. Stick your ass in the air so I can see that plug.”
There were degrees of his control, and now I knew the true subtlety. Though I pulled off the dress, I feared what was coming and slowed my steps, yet I couldn’t stop entirely. By the time I kneeled before him, facing outward and with my head cradled on my arms, this Aaron had arrived beside Tomik to watch my humiliation.
“Take it out,” Tomik said. “If you can.”
“Just have her rip it out,” he offered dryly. “More interesting.”
“No, it’s not to me.”
I kept my face to the floor. With the fingers of one hand, I reached between my legs, tensing myself not to care that their eyes were on me. I fumbled but found the still lubed edge of the plug. It was difficult to grab. The rubbery thing slipped and slid then was hard to budge as my asshole clamped down at every tug. My fears of pain overwhelmed me, and I simply could not make myself use enough force.
After several minutes of trying, with my fingers numb and my arm tiring, my whimpers and wriggles must have bothered the other man. He grumbled out, “Make her.”
“Fuck no.” Tomik chuckled and prodded my butt with his boot. “I like seeing her squirm to obey. You can stop. Need me to do it?”
Sweat had wet my forearm where my head lay nestled. In that secret darkness, with my eyes shielded, I managed a reply. “Yes.”
“Say please.”
Whether compelled or not I could no longer tell, or care. “Please, help me.”
“Brace yourself, or not. Either is good. The more you tense, the harder this is to remove.” I felt his fingers grab the plug and steadily pull.
To not tense was impossible by then. The final wrench of it being extracted drew a cry from my lips, and I shuddered, panting as the pain ebbed.
“What a good girl you are.”
And what a stupid one, that his compliment gave me a short-lived glow of satisfaction. Mesmers and their creepy ways. He even falsified what I thought of his words.
But… the fucking thing was out of me.
“Now to stick my cock in there.”
“Finally.” Aaron sounded bored.
I heard the rasp as Tomik rubbed his stubbled chin—knew the sound by now. “Get up and walk out ahead of us, out the door to the room across the corridor. You’ll find a rocking horse in there. Climb on it and insert the big dildo in your cunt. Then wait.”
I stood and walked, stumbling at first for my legs wobbled. All the way I wondered if this would ever end, if I’d be dead by then anyway, or if perhaps shooting myself would’ve been the better choice.
I passed my open handbag from which the Glock had spilled. Seeing the gun brought no urge, no way to go to it and souvenir it for later. As if these two men following me wouldn’t simply laugh and take it from me… even if I could have picked it up.
9
Tomik
With Aaron watching her as well, this was more voyeuristic and appealing than ever. I could trust him not to go further than we’d agreed on. His visit had been calculated… I was sure. I’d been absent from their activities for almost two weeks now. His push to get me to share was not unexpected.
My own feelings about that… so-so. I thrilled at doing it to her. I also dreaded it to some degree. I would have to make sure they’d didn’t harm her monstrously, which the twins especially liked to do. Those two had a thing for getting their own hands dirty. Mostly we reined them in, we brother mesmers. Murder and torture were difficult to mask even when we had a collectable to take the blame.
The brothers would expect Hannah to disappear after we were sated. Or maybe a week or two later at most. As everything stood, I was nowhere close to needing to get rid of her cute ass.
Pulling out her claws could be a slow event. Slow as watching her attempt to pull that plug from her ass. That had been both laughable and fucking hot.
And in here, this room with the rocking horse? My, my, it spoke to the photographer in me. Fucking her and photographing her in here was going to make my toes curl and was definitely making my dick hard.
The two windows had no shutters or curtains. Sunlight ebbed in past the dirt on the glass. Their painted frames were vaguely gray, the cream walls ditto, though the peeling paint was more interesting with how the blotches ran into other many-hued blemishes. Orange and red streaks must be where something metal had once leaned. Below one point, a hole had been knocked clear through to the timber behind. The ceiling light high above us was a mock candelabra with thin ropes of tatty cobweb. Even the spiders had given up.
It was a room decorated by ancient scars. I planned to make some new ones on Hannah.
She’d reached the pastel pink, blue, and gold rocking horse. Due to its size, it seemed more an ornament for adults than a toy.
The sturdiness when I’d sat on it the day I found it had been unusual, so I’d glued a large black dildo to it, a horse-sized one, in case of future ideas. And here we were, with Hannah shakily straddling it, feet in the stirrups, peering down as if in disbelief.
I guess I’d not reinforced the command enough. Like the butt plug, she was going slow.
I strode over, and when I reached a spot behind her, I toed off my boots, kicked them aside, then stripped off shirt and jeans too, all the while murmuring encouragement to her.
Lower, lower. It wasn’t going to be as painful as removing the plug, so her progress was visible.
Adorably slow too.
I went to the front of her, rested my arm on the horse’s wooden saddle as I kneeled, then bit her naked thigh. The sunken teeth marks went quickly to red and white on her skin. Her squeal and gasp might’ve been from the dildo or the bite.
“More. Down more.” I drew a badly chewed fingernail through my teeth marks. This time her screech was due to me. Drops of blood popped up through the scratch. “Down.”
She was huffing and had stopped to frown at me. The bottom of the dildo showed by perhaps half a finger length. I guessed that was the end of her cunt.
“Hmmm. Okay.”
Slurping my way up her leg, to her navel, and then to her breast brought a fine arch to her back. I suckled on her there, tasting nipple, biting down a few times as I rose to neck level. Her hands clutched at my shoulders.
Making her orgasm could wait some.
Those half-lidded eyes and the feel of her juices tracking from her swollen cunt lips down the exposed dildo were enough to make me need to take off my edge. I pulled her head low, made her bend and suck on my cock. I fucked her wetly, rapidly, stopping deep now and then to hear the desperate efforts of her lungs. When I came, I made sure to pump some it straight into her mouth so I could see her splutter. Then I drew the dribblings over her tits.
“Christ, Tomik. You’re sure I couldn’t have fucked her ass while you did that?” Aaron was peeved. Poor bastard.
“No. Mine, today. She’s all mine. I’m going to decorate her with some needles before I do more fucking of her anyway.” I dragged her head up high by the hair and shook it, pleased at the hazy look in her eyes. Soon I’d make her go to the moon and stars… or scream a lot. Both, hopefully.
“I’ll be back with Chinese takeout then.”
“Okay.” I frowned at her. “You didn’t come did you?” So placid and panting so much. I hadn’t meant to make her but…
“A little, maybe?” Her tongue swiped out, found come, and her expression changed to one of distaste.
“Bitch.” Strangely, it amused me. “A small one? If you do that again…”
What? What the hell would I do to her?
More shit, of course. More something bad, just not too bad. At that thought, my dick decided to twitch and swell. A hazard of mesmers, the erections were easy to magic up. Not that we minded.
I smiled and said softly as if I were her lover about to kiss her. “Let’s begin. I’ll bet no one ever stuck needles in you like I’m going to. You go and put your hands on the horse’s ears and stay upright. Keep that fucking huge rubber dick in your cunt.”
She let her head flop forward, and I heard her sniff as I walked away. Hiding her exhaustion perhaps, and I’d barely begun.
I kicked the blocks from the ends of the rocking horse because I didn’t want them in the shots. I just wanted her, astride the pretty horsey, with that horse cock inside her. Retrieving my camera, I set up the tripod and took some tasty pictures of Hannah. Her messy with my come would have to be my favorite thing, though needles might top it.
I unrolled a whole sheet of them, the bigger-gauge ones, then swabbed her down with alcohol, mostly because it stung the cuts. Then I took the first needle out, unsheathed it, and threaded it into her right breast just beneath her nipple.
Her squeal then wide-eyed disbelief as she stared down at her punctured tit had me squeezing my cock already. The rocking horse wobbled, but she never let go of the horse ears, of course. She stayed upright and in place. Still, I needed to put the blocks back in or I’d never be able to fuck her on top of it.
“That’s one,” I said, letting go of the head of my enthusiastic member. “A few more to go.”
Twenty or so.
I stroked my fingertip upward beside her clit, then bumped it over the top and back again, watching her almost dissolve into the throes of a rising climax. She wriggled slightly, rotating that cock inside her. I bent and licked over her clit, sucked it. Sucked some more because I liked how it made her gasp. Sometimes it was difficult to hold a collectable back from coming. Worth it though. The moans, the quivering of her thighs, the squeeze onto the dildo. The dripping of her cunt. All beautiful.
It took her a while to settle after that, but I replaced the blocks under the arched base of the horse and waited until the awareness came back in her eyes.
“Such a slut, aren’t you, Hannah? You liked that. Look at me.” I tapped beside my eye.
She focused finally, shook her head, but her legs were shaking.
“For lying to me…” I unsheathed another needle and sank it into her below the first.
Over the next half an hour I threaded lines of needles down her front—two rows that left some blood on her skin, until I licked it off. And still I kept her teetering on the edge of coming.
I added more needles, wormed my finger up inside her beside the cock, then thrust it in and out while I played with and sucked on her poor deluded clit. The thing had risen high enough for me to consider piercing it. Though I’d run out of needles to stick in her.
Her babbled pleas needed translating.
I straightened, extracted my finger from her, worked the kinks from my spine.
Slowly, I ran my forefinger down one line of needles to just above her clit, placing my other hand on the top of the horse head. Hannah was sucking on her mouth, sweaty, red-faced Hannah with those pretty metal-enhanced tits and belly.
She looked a little overwhelmed, a lot shaky.
“Nothing left to put in you except cock. Does my little bitch want cock in her ass? A yes says you get to come.”
I let her decide her own words. Why not? I slapped her tits a few times, careful not to get caught on the sharp bits. “Going to answer me?” I asked idly, pulling out two of the needles. “Took too long. Now I expect you to beg. Answering means I don’t put these straight through the middle of your nipple and your fucking clit.”
Now that would hurt.
Hearing her beg was going to be fun. Already her hands were close to twisting off the ears of the rocking horse.
Yeah, I loved her begging me. Ironic, really. The odd thing I’d discovered while needling her was that I wanted to see her writhe and moan, not just because I could hurt her, but because I could make her scream in climax too.
For a mesmer that was slightly off-key, maybe a lot off-key.
10
Hannah
I couldn’t tell what was pain and what was pleasure. It was all mixed up, everything was. Twisted up in my brain like someone had set it to puree and left it spinning.
Tomik was doing this.
Just words, but for him words were power. His touch was power. And I was powerless.
“Naughty girl,” he rumbled and squeezed my breast. The needles wiggled under my skin, and I felt light-headed, hot, and then blinding pain as he shoved the needle through my nipple.
I screamed and saw the gray girl in the darkness behind my squeezed-tight eyes. She was shaking her head, sitting sideways in some wingback chair, legs draped over one armrest.
*You can make him stop. Look at him.*
My eyes popped open, and Tomik was there. Face so close to mine I could feel the warmth of his breath as he chuckled and waggled the last needle in his fingers. “Last chance before I pierce your clit, little whore.”
What did he want? What had he said?
Fuck, my brain was still on puree, but the gray girl didn’t seem affected. Her hair wasn’t even moving as she turned toward the me inside my brain and stared.
*He wants you to beg. Now open your eyes.*
I opened them again. He was still there, still close. “Please,” I whispered, wondering if the figment in my head was just another part of his power. Something inside me said no, but it was an instinct, not that strange voice-that-was-not-a-voice.
“Please what?” he prompted, dragging the scratching point of the needle down my stomach, just to the side of the row of needles he’d left in my skin. Oh God, I’m bleeding.
Tomik grabbed my face, fingers digging into my cheeks hard, and then my body tensed, squeezed down on the massive dildo wedged inside me, and I moaned. Pleasure hit like a tidal wave, dragging me under in the riptide, stealing the air from my lungs as I humped the thick shaft between my legs and mumbled some string of words that I hoped was what he wanted to hear. I needed him, needed him to push me that last little bit so that I could come.
“You want it, slut? Want me to fuck your ass?” he growled, and I nodded—a marionette on strings, bobbing up and down against his grip on my face.
Something pinched deep inside as that fake cock went farther in, but it blended with the pleasure, until Tomik suddenly let go and all of the almost-ecstasy went with him. It was like he’d blown out a candle and left me in a cold, dark room. Tears sprang to my eyes, and I clenched my teeth against the urge to beg, even though I knew my willpower wouldn’t last. I was weak, so fucking weak, and Tomik was breaking me down.
“Say it.” He walked around me, shoving me forward harshly so that I bent at the hips and clutched harder at the ears of the horse.
“This isn’t you,” I whispered, half-trying to convince myself of that fact. That this mesmer thing wasn’t Tomik. It was like a costume he’d worn for too long, but maybe… maybe I could get him to take it off, or at least stick an arm out. His face. His head.
*Then we could rip it off.*
“No,” I hissed to the gray Greta girl, fingers aching with how hard I held onto the strange fabric-coated leather ears. I can’t let go. Fuck.
“No? You don’t want me to fuck your ass and make you come?” He chuckled. “That’s fine, I can just fuck your ass then. You don’t need to come, do you, slut?”
Whimpering, I tried to sit up, to stop him, to make him look at me, really look at me and remember that he didn’t want to do this to me.
*He wants to do it, trust me. He’s done it before.*
What? I whined as I felt him move behind me on the long wooden saddle of the horse. “Please…”
“Oh, you’re going to have to beg a lot better than that now, Hannah.” Grabbing a fistful of my hair, he pressed me down further, his forearm lodged against my spine. “Look at that pretty, stretched asshole. You should be grateful. Say thank you.”
