I looked up at Cane with a grimace. My face was a mess of tears. Cane was shirtless. I was completely n*ked, my wrists bound, while he was so handsome.

His cold eyes looked down at me. I was consumed with fear. It seemed that he was really going to leave me like this for hours.

“Cane, please… don’t go…!”

I shook my head and called out to him. My body fell to the side. The d*ldo was stuck in my v*gina and my an*s was stimulated more intensely. I whimpered and writhed. Despite the change in position, the tightly embedded vibrating dildos made no attempt to withdraw.

It was as if the d*ldo had been pushed in and plugged with a stopper.

“Why don’t you want me to go, do you want me to watch you cum?”

“Ha, ha… Please take it out.”

I begged through my tears. Cane’s eyes darkened instantly. Desire shone in his dark eyes.

“Since you said it so sweetly, I was enchanted. You’re dangerous, Doctor.”

I didn’t have the strength to get angry. The gentle stimulation continued. I’d already had two orgasms, so I wasn’t close to climaxing, but the stimulation, large and small, was driving me over the edge. My whole body tingled, my untouched br*asts swollen and my n*pples er*ect.

Cane turned away firmly.

“No, don’t go! Ah…!”

He didn’t stop. The door closed. I was left alone in the room.

My wrists were tied together and I was the only one in the room being f*cked and molested by two dildos. Without Cane beside me my senses were heightened. My juices dripped and soaked my thighs. No matter how hard I pressed down and rubbed my legs together, the dildos wouldn’t come out, instead they dug in deeper, relentlessly stimulating my inner walls.

With each shuddering quiver of my writhing vaginal walls, the two dildos seemed to touch and collide inside me.

I reached down as far as I could with my bound hands and found the dildos embedded in my an*s. I reached down and grabbed the head of the d*ldo and pulled, but it didn’t come out. If anything, the vibrations seemed to increase. My inner walls tightened without ej*culating.

“Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha!”

Before I knew it, I was coming again. Wave after wave of pleasure. I was exhausted. I cl*maxed a third time, barely able to moan. My body wasn’t struggling, just my v*ginal walls and an*s, clenching and unclenching.

A constant, relentless vibration shook me inside.

I screamed, exhausted from the pleasure. When I came to, I realized the device was still inside me, making my body twitch and shudder. My head was dizzy; my throat was dry and it hurt to swallow.

I couldn’t tell how much time had passed. My juices were drying up between my thighs and new fluid was trickling down. My whole v*ginal wall tingled and ached. A series of dull, muffled pulses of pleasure rang out.

“Ha…”

I curled up and shivered.

Please, make it stop… As I gasped and begged desperately, the door to the basement opened. I lifted my blurred eyes and recognized the man. It was Noel, neatly dressed. Even though I looked a mess, I couldn’t bring myself to be embarrassed.

Noel stepped in front of me and slowly pulled the vibrating device out of my hole. The d*ldo in my v*gina squeaked and slowly slid out.

“Aaahhh…”

I felt my long open hole flinch and close. The walls of my v*gina trembled. A dull foreign sensation remained as if something was still inside. I was terrified that the forever-open flesh would never close.

Noel removed the d*ldo from my an*s. The two soaking-wet dildos slid into the box he’d brought. I lay there, dead, eyes closed, panting. Sweat was breaking out all over my body and my p*ssy was hot and throbbing to the beat of my heart.

He untied my wrists. After being bound for so long, my wrists fell limply to the bed.

Noel picked my body up effortlessly. I struggled to push him away, trying to resist, but it was no use. He went into the bathroom and placed me in the bath. He turned on the hot water and set the temperature.

He squeezed a generous amount of body shampoo onto a towel and began to apply it to my body. His hands moved to the inside of my thighs. As the juices flowed and my skin became slick, he washed every inch of me. As his hands moved to more intimate areas, I looked at Noel with all my might. I squeezed my legs together to stop him from washing any further. His hand was stuck between my legs, unable to move.

Noel’s eyes moved up to meet mine.

Noticing the intensity in my eyes, he let out a small sigh.

“Open your legs, Yuel.”

His voice was soft. Instead of spreading my legs, I raised my hand to strike his cheek, but soon let it fall weakly. I was afraid of what would happen to Mio. She was becoming an excellent hostage, a very good bargaining chip for the three men.

My motivation was gone. My legs parted helplessly and Noel’s hand slipped between them, rubbing and washing the entrance to my p*ssy, tracing the bones of my hips. I trembled with shame and pleasure. The mere touch made my vaginal walls clench and my juices flow.

I was more surprised by my body’s reaction.

I roughly pushed Noel away. He willingly stepped back and grabbed the shower head, spraying water over me. The water ran over my head and up my nose, making me cough as I rubbed my face. Noel then took my wrist and pulled me up, cleaning the areas where the bubbles had not washed away.

“I’m not a doll.”

I mumbled emptyly as I felt Noel’s touch. He didn’t react, just finished washing me quietly and then picked me up again. The water soaked his clothes but he didn’t seem to mind.

Noel set me down outside the bathroom and handed me a towel.

“Dry off.”

It was just an order. Then he walked over to the bed and began to remove the sheets. I stood there in silence, holding the towel, feeling lost until he changed the sheets.

“I am… not someone you can own.”

I said it again, trying to sound firm. It was a strong statement in my mind, but my voice lacked conviction.

“Not at all.”

Only then did Noel react to what I’d said, although it wasn’t the reaction I’d hoped for.

When had any of these three men ever given me the reaction I wanted? Noel’s demeanor was strangely cold. He also seemed angry. It was absurd. Who was really angry with whom?

Theo, Cane and Noel all acted irrationally. I was the one who suffered.

“Just go and die.”

I spat out my curse. Noel quietly picked up the dirty sheets from the floor and replaced them with clean ones. Who would wash these dirty sheets? It would undoubtedly be Mio. Tears welled up in my eyes. I stood there, my wet body un-dried, crying silently.

If this was the old Noel, he would have said something comforting. But now he just watched me in silence.

I stood there, staring at him with red eyes. Noel put the food on the table and left the room.

With my anger gone, I mindlessly wiped myself down. I expected my tightly bound wrists to be bruised and swollen, but surprisingly they looked normal. I had no idea what kind of trick this was. I trudged over to the bed and sat down. With no clothes on, I could feel my mind sinking deeper and deeper. The collar around my neck added to my humiliation and I could vividly feel the degradation of being treated as less than human.

On the tray was warm soup, soft white bread, potato salad, and corn. I hadn’t eaten for almost a day and a half. My stomach was churning, but I wasn’t particularly hungry.

Impulsively, I grabbed the tray and shoved it under the table, dropping it with a loud crash. The food spilled everywhere, and seeing the mess made me feel a little relieved.

But soon fear washed over me. What if Cane had done something to Mio’s fingers again? I quickly got off the bed and started to collect the food back onto the tray. I used a towel to wipe the dirty floor.

The dirty tray was put back on the table.

I crawled into bed and curled up. I was so exhausted that I felt like I was going to die. My overworked body, especially my sensitive areas, still felt numb. The psychological impact was the heaviest burden of all. When Noel’s hand had touched me, I had instinctively tensed, my body betraying me by leaking excitement. I had reflexively thought it would feel good if he just gave in and penetrated me.

I must be losing my mind.

I thought. I tried to remember the years of psychology I had studied, but it felt like a fog had settled over my mind, obscuring everything. My heart hurt too much.

All I wanted was to rest and get away from this pain.

***

Noel came in with dinner. I woke up briefly but soon fell back asleep. He didn’t wake me.

In the middle of the night, my throat felt dry, so I took a sip of water from the table. Cold food lay untouched on the table, but I didn’t reach for it.

I fell back into a death-like sleep. In my dreams, I was constantly being chased. I ran along the pier, holding Mio’s hand. The terrifying moments kept repeating. Mio was being captured. Theo raised his big hand and slapped her. “Don’t! Don’t!” I screamed.

I jerked awake, my body jerking upright. Cold sweat was on my forehead and my breath came in gasps.

“Did you have a nightmare?”

Cane rose from his chair and asked. He walked over to me and looked me in the eye. I trembled with fear. He looked like a devil, and the lingering effects of my dream made the situation even more terrifying.

I turned my head away to avoid his gaze. Was it morning already? Why was the night so short? I had had nightmares all night, but the reality was far crueler.

“What time is it?”

I croaked, my voice barely above a whisper.