by Addison Cain
Silent Captive
Wren’s Song Book 2
By
Addison Cain
©2018 Addison Cain
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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.
Cover art by ErisAdderly.com
*This book is intended for adults only and contains scenes featuring total power exchange which may make some readers uncomfortable.
For Shane, who loves all the filthy, filthy mud.
Table of Contents
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
THE GOLDEN LINE
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Chapter 1
“Welcome home.”
This place was beyond imagining and as ugly as sin.
“Here.” Toby urged her to step deeper into the room. “Come see what I chose for you.”
Despite her reluctance to abandon her home, the males had made her carry an armload of the new bedding Caspian had dumped in her room. They had refused to let her bring anything personal.
They had made her march with their First Alpha’s cum dripping between her legs.
They had brought her back to where it all began.
Clean water flowed through the pipeworks like drugs in a junkie’s veins. It was everywhere, raining down until the air was too damp to breathe. Coughing, a deep, wracking wheeze did nothing to clear it from infected lungs.
Two minutes in, and Wren hated it here.
More importantly, she was terrified swamp-lung would fester in this environment before Mikael might be healed. She needed dry air. Needed it. And this place was humid with wet.
“Pretty, isn’t it?”
Toby grinned as he pushed open the door, bouncing his eyebrows as if everything in Caspian’s wasteland might impress her.
She made the sign for yes.
It was a lie. Her blank expression gave her away.
Expression suddenly frosty, Toby said, “You don’t like it?”
Carefully placing the folded bedding on a nearby chaise, Wren took it all in. Everything looked clean, but under the smell of furniture polish was the saturated aroma of many, many males’ cum and many, many females’ juices. All three of her owners’ scent markers were pungent.
This was their brothel where they fucked their whores. Of which she was now one.
The furnishings were rich and silly. Leather couches with deep purple pillows, a huge bed.
Wren couldn’t even remember the last time she’d slept on a bed. Her nests had almost always been arranged on the ground. No way was she building one on that thing. Nope. The spot by the windows would suit her much better.
The bed could be used for other things, and maybe they would leave her nest alone.
Toby was still waiting for an answer, the disappointment at her lack of enthusiasm palpable. She gestured slowly, so he might see the distinct movements and possibly understand. “It’s big.”
And needed to be scoured with bleach.
“Is it the color you don’t like?” He crossed his arms over his chest, leaning back to the wall to glare. “I chose purple to match your eyes.”
Well, that was… sweet? She gave him a smile, hoping it would be enough to smooth ruffled feathers.
A big purple room in which to have her body and life fucked over.
“There’s clothes for you in there.” He gestured to an honest-to-god armoire.
Like a good little plaything, Wren marched over, opening it up to find it was indeed stocked full… of clothes that smelled like other women. This was dress-up and she was the latest doll.
“Do you like them?”
Not even a little bit. Yet, she nodded, careful to keep her face turned away. Wren even went so far as to run her hands over random articles, pretending to admire the fabric.
She felt Toby ease up behind her, startled that she hadn’t heard the Alpha cross the room. He took handfuls of her hair, holding the white strands up to his nose for a sniff.
“I like to spoil my girl. Tell me one thing you want and you’ll have it.” An arm slipped around her middle, his hand spreading to palm her belly. “Something pretty? A special thing that will be our secret? Hell,” he chuckled, “you keep smelling like you do and I’ll kill a man for you.”
She let him paw and sniff, turning in his arms to motion what she needed: something to write with.
He jerked his chin toward the desk. “Write down what you want. There’s paper in the desk drawer.”
He let her wander over to another piece of ostentatious furniture that had no place in a random room atop the pipeworks. Coughing into her hand as she searched, Wren wrote down a simple request.
I want to see Mikael.
Scowling down at the paper, Toby pursed his lips. “I meant something special for a girl. Jewelry? Something shiny you can wear that I gave you so everyone knows that I think you’re special.”
Then it wasn’t much of a secret was it…
There was so much more at stake here than just a shiny bauble she didn’t want or need. Alec knew she’d struck a deal for his life, and when he got over his temper and returned home to find it empty… and reeking of sex, he’d sort out how to find her. But Mikael had been so sick he might not remember a thing. What if the doctor released him and he wandered home only to find it abandoned? He’d think she didn’t want him.
Please.
Wry smile tugging at his lips, he tossed her pad aside. “We’ll talk about the kid later. Scout’s honor.”
Budding anger was warring with much wiser caution, yet it still thinned her lips.
“I have something that might cheer you up.” Toby cocked a grin, the sort of grin a smart girl knew not to trust. From the satchel slung over his shoulder he pulled out repurposed drapes.
Her dress.
Gesturing at the hastily donned flannel shirt and grimy pants, he purred, “I want you to take that off, and put this on… wear your special dress for me.”
The memory might have been foggy, but Wren had pieced enough together to know what this man had done to her prone body while she’d healed. He wasn’t waiting for a reply they both knew he’d never get. Fingers to her shirt buttons, he began to work them free.
Flannel spread, a pair of snow-white breasts unveiled. Slipping the old fabric down her arms, appreciation sparkled in overeager eyes as he licked his lips.
Palm cupping a breast, he murmured to himself. “It’s almost a pity to cover these up.”
After the morning she’d had, Wren was in no mood to even pretend she desired male attention. Taking the dress, she pulled it over her head and let the torn garment cover what Toby wanted to grope.
Seams had split in the days-ago tussle with Caspian, the dress no longer hanging as she’d designed it.
The fabric could be mended, but, looking down at where even the skirt had rent, Wren knew it would never be the same.
Just like her.
Toby didn’t seem to mind. He took her fingers and spread her arms wide, looking over the figure she cut. “You’ll wear this when it’s just us, huh? For me only. The others won’t understand.”
Wren nodded.
Grin going wider, he leered. “And the room? You really don’t like it, do you? Tell me what you want and I’ll have it changed.”
Was he being playful, or was this some kind of duplicity? He’d taken her pen and paper, leaving communication closed.
Winging her answer, Wren took a step back, gestured between them, and began to slowly sign the alphabet. If he really wanted to give her something, he could give her a way to communicate.
After all, of her three owners, he was the only one who’d asked what signs meant and actually watched her hands when she spoke. Making a game of it, just as when she’d taught the boys, Wren teased with little pokes and sly smirks, shaping his fingers into the sign for ‘A’.
Toby was a fast learner, one who stole a kiss every time he got a gesture right. By the time they reached ‘Z’, the lesson took on a different aim. Armoire at her back, panting Alpha pressed to her front, the shaft trapped between them began to thicken and grow.
“He’s going to let me fuck you tonight,” the male breathed over her neck, licking at the remaining bruises like a cat cleaning his young. “You’re gonna like it. He thinks you won’t, but I know you will. My playful ray of sunshine can handle Toby’s knot in your sweet little pussy. She can take all I give her.”
A growl rumbling from his ribs, Toby hiked up her skirt to slip his fingers into her panties. The fabric stuck to where warmth flowed at his call, peeled away so he might prod the source.
“Caspian likes them obedient. Kieran likes them fawning. Me? I like you. Just like this. Honest, wet, and ready for me.” Fingers squelching through the trickle, he fed her pussy as much as he might. Rubbing at her insides, pushing almost to the point of pain, he said, “I won’t touch the other girls like they will. You’ll get all my attention.”
If that was a threat or a promise, Wren couldn’t tell. She could hardly focus on anything but what he was doing between her legs. It wasn’t all sexual and it felt a little strange… as if he was stretching her.
Pressing his forehead to hers, he closed his eyes, scissoring his fingers inside her body. “God, you’re tight. I’ll have them both take you first… make you ready.”
What on earth was he talking about?
Breath catching, Wren went to her toes when Toby angled his hand and pressed upward. Her discomfort was noted, but not alleviated.
He growled, using her bodyweight to prod deeper, undulating his hand. Slick came at the rumble in the Alpha’s chest, but arousal was stalled… like his hand in her pussy that could go no further.
“I’ll stop when you let me put my fist in. I’ll stop when I feel you squeeze it like a knot.” The way he breathed, how his chest rose and fell with excitement, it was as if he were bordering on climax. Not her.
Just from touching her. Touching her in a way that was more pain than pleasure. It didn’t feel like a cock or a knot, not when he circled his wrist and stretched what wasn’t ready.
Labia tingled and burned.
She hissed and he groaned, Toby humping against her hip until the scent of cum tinged the air. In the midst of his awkward climax, he speared his hand all the way to the knuckle of his thumb, and murmured, “You little tease. Keep making those pretty noises for me.”
Trying to climb him to relieve the pressure, Wren hung about his neck and hitched a leg to his hip. He groaned all the harder, grinding the bulbous growth at the base of his shaft against her leg.
Without pressure engulfing his knot, Toby’s release was short-lived. It ended after a few scented spurts. The Alpha smiled at the woman hooked on his fingers with pure wickedness. “Do you know what happens to an Alpha who denies his knot?”
Wren shook her head, eager for his fingers to retreat.
“A buildup of fluids accumulates; the knot deforms and fails to shrink. It won’t go away completely until I drain it… which I won’t be doing. Instead I’m going to half-cum over and over all day until my cock is swollen and my balls are ready to pop. Tonight, after Caspian and Kieran have stretched your sweet pussy and filled you with cream, I’m going to shove the special knot I’m preparing just for you right past these tight lips. I’ll fuck you for however many hours it takes for your perfect pussy to squeeze me all the way down. And you’re going to take it, all of it, until no other knot will ever make you feel like mine did.”
Knots had to expand inside an Omega; it couldn’t be pushed in already formed…
He was going to hurt her like the Alpha who took her virginity had when he’d torn his knot out.
“Shhhh…” He began to wiggle his fingers again, returning to stretching her opening. “It will only smart a little… and then it will feel very good. You’ll see. I’ll be your favorite in no time.”
Closing her eyes to the burn when he again tried to push deeper, Wren tried to relax so this might end.
“Bear down. Good, just like that. I’m not leaving until you take my whole fist.”
Chapter 2
Toby had been unable to work his whole fist in, at least not while Wren was still on her feet. Now that the bed was at her back, purple bunting hanging from the ceiling like she was a goddamn princess, the Alpha had made a little more progress.
“So patient.” He kissed her belly, rubbing his shaved head against the soft skin. “Just a little more.”
He’d stripped her naked, folding the dress with care before he set it aside. After he’d laid her down, he’d left her spread so wide Wren should have felt shame. She might feel it later, once the anxiety and discomfort passed.
The bed began to rock again, Toby stroking himself to another unfulfilling orgasm. The knot he’d warned her about was angry and pulsing in so many places that it looked alive—writhing under his flesh in a twisting convulsion of blood vessels. Hand moving faster on the unmangled part of his dick, a light spray of warm seed hit where his fist was almost buried inside her, the Alpha hissing, straining from the pain.
Why would he do this to himself?
More importantly, how did he think that thing was going to fit in her body?
There was something very wrong with a man who would subject himself to hours of self-torture chasing after a disfigured cock. The knot wasn’t a knot at all anymore. Halfway up his already huge dick, it rippled and ridged. Like rolling blobs of veined corruption.
As it grew a little larger, Wren grew more afraid.
The scent of fear in her sweat drew Toby’s attention away from his self-imposed agony. Blue eyes gentled, the lines that had pinched at the corners during his climax softening. “You’ll learn to love the pain… to anticipate what only I can offer.” He began to stroke himself again. “Be willing, soft and open, long enough for me to get inside, and I’ll take you to heights you can only imagine.”
It wasn’t possible.
When Caspian had fucked her, it had taken the Alpha several minutes just to ease his cock fully into her body. That thick, long, and daunting member… Wren had required purrs, enticing growls, and patience before he could even thrust in balls deep.
The pulsating mass between Toby’s legs would never, ever fit.
Huge fist stretching her cunt opening, or no.
When she fruitlessly tried to wriggle back, the fingers already inside her balled up, changing the shape of his unholy invasion. Body trembling, her cunt flexed automatically in a bid to pull the false knot deeper. It knew the placement was wrong. That the feeling of fullness was a lie.
God, it burned!
Head thrashing back and forth, Wren began to cramp. “Uuuungh.”
“Good girl. Just a little bit more.”
No attention had been paid to her
clit, yet it was stiff at attention, begging for anything that would ease the stretch. Desperate for relief, Wren plucked at the swollen nub, uncaring if Toby saw.
The man jerked his fist on his cock all the harder, another mist of cum landing where she worked. “Fuck that’s hot.”
Fire burned between her legs, heat twisting her spine and abused hole until the licking flames stole her breath. Orgasm latched onto Toby’s fist, and sucked him in a ripple of overabundant sensation all the way to his wrist.
Finally…
A fist was not a knot, but the bumps of his finger bones felt so fucking amazing as she came undone that the searing stretch at her cunt mouth hardly registered. He pumped his fist, making her insides chase after what they tried and failed to milk until she was delirious.
Thrashing on the bed, she rode a man’s fucking hand until not a single ounce of pleasure was left to wring out.
The slick that slopped out when he carefully unfurled his fingers and left her poor pussy alone became his feast. It saturated the bed, soaking down to the mattress to mingle with the layered scents of other women’s sex, making her degradation a part of this place.
Monster dick too swollen and gnarled to jut upwards, Toby crawled over her, the thing, dragging over her body like a third leg. He kissed her bitten lips, purring loud to soothe the troubled, aching girl.
It took him time to calm her, loud purrs and soft strokes. Words of praise. Sweet flattery. Minutes of cuddles and kissing away tears. When she grew quiet and focused enough to pay attention, Toby put his lips to her ear and announced, “Next time, two fists.”
She wasn’t supposed to say no, but Wren was already vehemently shaking her head.
It seemed she had an ally. From the door, Kieran barked, “No fucking way is Caspian going to let you do that to her. He ordered you to prepare her if you were going to use that thing on her, not rip her apart. She could hardly handle one fist. Two would leave lasting damage.”
Sitting back, Toby grinned his triumph. “She came without anything but a few growls and my hand.”
