Sam

VIEWERS DISCRETION:

"Read at your own risk!"

Sky's POV-

I woke up to a throbbing pain that seemed to pulse through every inch of my body. My vision was a blurry mess, and I tried to focus, but all I saw were indistinct shapes and shadows.

A cold, hard surface pressed against my skin, and the chill made me shiver uncontrollably. I was naked, and my thighs were stained with something dark, blood.

I realized with a sickening jolt. My head was pounding relentlessly, and my heart raced so fast I could hardly catch my breath.

Panic surged through me, and I struggled to piece together my surroundings. As my vision slowly cleared, the horror of my situation became evident.

I was lying between Dakota and Sandy, both of them naked, their bodies pressed against mine.

Dakota stirred beside me, and his eyes fluttered open. His gaze met mine with a predatory gleam, and before I could react, he leaned in, his lips brushing against my neck.

His touch was both chilling and sickening, sending a wave of revulsion through me. His kisses trailed slowly to my lips, his breath hot and oppressive.

I bit his lips harshly. "Stop," I begged, my voice weak and shaky. "Please, stop."

But Dakota's expression remained unchanged, a dark satisfaction etched into his features.

He shifted his position, and before I could fully comprehend what was happening, he was between my legs.

His hands gripped my thighs, spreading them apart, and I could feel his body pressing against me.

The panic inside me surged to a new height. My heart pounded erratically, and I screamed for help, my voice a raw, desperate plea. "Help! Someone, please!"

Sandy's cold, calculating gaze met mine as she moved closer. Her expression was detached, almost mechanical.

Without a word, she took out a roll of tape and began covering my mouth. I tried to scream again, but the tape muffled my cries, making my pleas for mercy barely audible.

Dakota's thrusts were relentless, and every movement sent waves of pain and humiliation through me. I struggled against the surface beneath me, but the restraints held me firmly in place.

My vision was starting to swim again, a mix of tears and blurred edges making everything worse.

I was trapped, my body and mind betraying me in this nightmarish scenario.

My screams were reduced to muffled sobs behind the tape, and the cold, hard reality of my helplessness sank in.

The sensation of Dakota's body against mine was invasive, cruel, and overwhelming.

The room was filled with the sounds of Dakota's grunts and the rhythmic creaking of the surface beneath us.

The cold atmosphere of the room added to my sense of dread, and the sight of Sandy's impassive face only made it worse.

Her detachment was almost more horrifying than Dakota's aggression.

As the minutes dragged on, the pain and humiliation seemed to stretch endlessly.

The tape over my mouth and the chains binding me made any movement difficult. I had to find a way to free myself, to end this nightmare before it consumed me completely.

The agony seemed to go on forever, and Dakota's movements were unrelenting.

My body felt foreign, and every thrust seemed to drive me deeper into shock. I closed my eyes tightly, trying to block out the sensory overload, but it was no use.

Eventually, Dakota's movements slowed, and his breathing became ragged. The moment he gave one last thrusts. Is what really haunted me.

The warmth that he thrusts in me. The look in his eyes. That smirk that shook me to the core.

He pulled away, his body glistening with sweat, and collapsed beside me. The sense of relief was fleeting, quickly overshadowed by the dread of what might come next.

Sandy remained silent, her gaze cold and unfeeling as she watched the scene unfold. Then there's a smile that plays on her mouth. And I knew all too well it wasn't over.

She climbed on top of me her eyes dark piercing right through mine as she slowly stuck her bony finger in me roughly. And the speed picks up.

Sobbing through the tape that muffled me. I lay there, shivering and broken, my body trembling from both the cold and the aftermath.

The tape on my mouth was suffocating, and every breath was a struggle. I tried to steady my breathing, to regain some semblance of control, but the situation was far beyond anything I could manage.

Dakota finally turned his gaze towards Sandy. "Make sure she's secured," he said, his voice harsh and commanding.

Sandy nodded, her movements methodical and precise. She approached me with a new set of restraints, her expression impassive.

As Sandy fastened the new restraints, I closed my eyes once more. My body battered, my spirit broken.

The minutes dragged on as Sandy finished securing me and continued to touch my body as if it belonged to her. The room was an unfeeling prison.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Dakota's POV-

"We finally got her," Sam declared, a twisted grin spreading across his face as he clapped his hands together.

"No kidding. She belongs to us," I shot back, feeling a thrill of triumph surge through me.

Sam's eyes narrowed, a glint of mischief dancing in them. "So, what's your plan for her?"

I paused, turning on the shower, the steam curling around me like a second skin. "What do you mean?" I asked, keeping my voice steady, though a sliver of excitement crept in.

He crossed his arms, that hideous mustard turtleneck stretching across his chest. "What?" I snapped, irritation bubbling up.

"It's getting boring, Dakota," he said flatly. "All we ever do is fuck her."

I stepped under the water, letting it cascade over me as I considered his words. "And? That's a problem?"

"Not exactly," he said, his voice a sinister whisper now. "But it's predictable. We need to take it up a notch."

The idea hung in the air, dark and thrilling. I pretended to ignore him, lathering shampoo into my hair. But the truth was, I couldn't shake the possibilities forming in my mind. "What are you suggesting?"

Sam's smile was cold, calculating. "Maybe she'd be more entertaining in a costume. Or," his voice dropped lower, "maybe she'd be more fun chained to that showerhead."

The image slammed into me, raw and primal. I froze, my body reacting instantly to the thought. "Fuck!" I hissed through gritted teeth. "You're a sick genius, Sam."

I turned to give him a high five, but he was already gone, leaving only the echo of his twisted idea.

"Sandy!" I barked, my voice echoing off the tiles. She appeared almost instantly, her loyalty unquestionable, her eyes gleaming with anticipation.

"Yes, Daddy?" she purred, stepping closer, her body already surrendering to my command.

I lifted her effortlessly, her legs wrapping around my waist as if she'd been waiting for this moment. "Hold on tight," I ordered, pressing her against the cold tile and guiding her hands to grip the showerhead above us.

She giggled, a sound that sent a rush of power through me. "If you let go," I warned, my voice low and dangerous, "I'll make you regret it."

With a single, powerful thrust, I buried myself inside her, her body tightening around me like a vice. A raw scream tore from her throat, the sound reverberating in the steamy air.

"What's my name?" I whispered, my voice rough with desire.

"Daddy," she moaned, her breath hot against my ear.

"Wrong." My voice was a snarl as I drove into her again. "Try again."

She was trembling, sweat mixing with the water as it poured over us. "Say it!" I demanded, my patience wearing thin.

"Sam!" she screamed, her voice cracking with a mix of fear and ecstasy."That's right baby, I am Sam!" I chuckled as I thrusted in her repeatedly. Picking up speed with each one.