A soldier came in and went directly to Fox's dais, where he was standing and conferring with some of his other officers. Ciera was there as well, idly playing with a pen and occasionally looking over at Ander. He was positioned far enough away that he couldn't hear anything they were saying, but they could all see him. For the most part, he tried not to look at them. Catching Ciera's glance was too disconcerting for him. The soldier wasn't the first to come in and go directly to Fox, but for the first time, Fox turned and looked at Ander after the soldier made his report. The first time that he'd acknowledged Ander's existence in at least an hour. "Good," Fox said, glancing back at the soldier. "Take him." Ciera looked disappointed and Ander couldn't help a little sigh of relief. He'd been nervously waiting for some kind of punishment, wracking his brain as if trying to force his memories back into his head. None of which had worked. The hours remained stubbornly blank and he couldn

"Ander, no," Ella whispered behind him, shock threaded through her voice.But it was too late.Throwing a cushion was stupid. It would never hurt anyone, it couldn't even be constituted a threat, but it did what it was meant to do. Ciera's eyes locked onto him, and she raised her eyebrows, both amused and intrigued, taking her attention away from Ella. Which had been the goal. His skin crawled as both Fox and Ciera focused on him."If Toy wants to play so badly, then I think we should oblige him," Ciera said, with a smile that made Ander's fists clench, as if in preparation for a fight. Behind her, Dustin scowled and leaned down to say something in her ear. Ciera turned and patted his shoulder, saying something back to him.With another wistful look towards Ella, Dustin turned and loped off down the dais and into the crowd where two women immediately latched onto him. At the same time, Ciera and Fox both refocused their attention on Ander.Fox gestured to the soldiers nearby. "Take Pe

The day after Ciera and Fox shared Ander, Ciera was called away for some reason that remained unknown to Ander and Ella. Both of them were relieved. Ella didn't tell Ander about Fox's visit that night; there was nothing he could have done and she knew that he would have been upset that he'd slept through her rape. Besides, she didn't think she could face the remembered shame of how much pleasure she'd received from it.Something strange was happening to her. Throughout the day, she found herself staring at the sigil that decorated the compounds' walls. It wasn't a particularly pretty sigil, just an S shape with a horizontal bar through the top curve, but when she wasn't focused on a conversation or watching something, she would blink and realize that she'd been staring at it. Sometimes for a long time. And sometimes she felt like there was something significant about it. She just couldn't remember what.Questioning Emilia might have helped; she was becoming more and more sure that Emi

Ella’s pussy was aching emptily, even as her ass protested the invasion. Ella panted behind the gag, whimpering and groaning as she was stretched wide, feeling the sharp slices whenever the plug went a little bit deeper, forcing her ass a little bit wider."You can do this Ella... take a deep breath... now let it out..." As she did so, Ander pushed the plug, and Ella cried out, her teeth biting into the gag as the plug pushed fully into her body. Her anus snapped shut behind the wide bulge, clamping down on the thinner dip between the bulge and the base. It was uncomfortable, settling inside of her, as the muscles burned from the sharp pain of fully taking the large toy.But at least it was over now. She thought she felt Ander leave a soft kiss on her inner thigh as he stood back up, but she couldn't be sure.T

Carrying Ella back to their room, flanked by Fox's soldiers, Ander cuddled her close even though he knew he didn't deserve to. He was consumed by guilt, even though he'd tried to make the entire experience as pleasurable for her as possible at the end. That wasn't the problem. The problem was how much he'd enjoyed himself. He'd always known that he liked control during sex. That was nothing new. Even mixing a little bit of pain and pleasure wasn't completely new, although what he'd done to Ella today had been far beyond anything he'd done with any other partner. Fox had given him a choice. Send Ella back to Doctor Wolcott, and be forced to watch whatever he did to her. Or make her into his whipping boy, at his own hands, under Fox's direction. And he hadn't been allowed to explain to her what was going on or why. It had been an easy choice; sending Ella back to the doctor would break her, and keeping her with him meant that at least he'd have some control over the situation. Too ba