Page 144 of Out for Blood
One look at the doctor’s eyes tells me that what is about to come next will engrave itself into my memory.
His presence awakens something primal inside me.
The doctor removes a scalpel from his pocket and moves directly behind her. In one swift motion, he drives it into the back of her neck.
There is no dramatic spray of blood, simply a precise, deep puncture.
Instantly, the ballerina’s body goes limp, her weight sinking into the cables holding her upright.
She tries to scream, but instead of a loud shout, only a faint, airy gasp escapes her lips.
The pressure of the doctor’s hand against her neck makes her tremble. When she tries to speak, her voice barely exists.
“Please… don’t…”
The words leave her in a fragile whisper before her chest condenses, forcing her to draw shallow, desperate breaths.
She’ll still be able to feel intense pain fully conscious but completely immobilized.
The doctor takes a seat in the front row. Not long after, the businessman and the auctioneer join him on either side.
My eyes dart around the stage, my mind reeling from what I just witnessed.
The buyers begin peeling off layers of expensive fabric.
Suit jackets are shrugged from broad shoulders and draped over empty seats. Ties follow, loosened and discarded without a second thought. Crisp white dress shirts are unbuttoned and stripped away, showing their gun holsters, they come off next.
Handguns are set aside and dropped onto the growing pile.
Within moments, they stand completely naked, the black wolf masks are the only things left separating them from recognition. All of their dicks are already hard.
One of the buyers breaks away from the group, stopping in front of the ballerina as he strips her roughly then easily seizes her bun forcing her head back, she’s held aloft in a contorted backbend that looks agonizing.
Then another buyer strides forward and yanks at the ribbons woven through her labia piercing, causing some of the small metal circles to hit the floor with a clink.
The droplets of scarlet red blood form instantly.
The last buyer moves to the side, stroking himself while moaning.
The two buyers closest to her rotate her body like a doll, positioning her legs apart at an impossible angle, and sickening pops echo through the theater. Two lengths of rope drop from the rafters, suspension rings swinging from their ends.
They maneuver her legs into the suspension rings, treating her body as if nothing more than a prop.
She is forced into a wide split, her holes held apart.
Electricity races through my veins as a manic fury takes over me. I don’t know if I’ll be able to stomach the depravity that comes next.
A myriad of emotions flicker over Tyler’s face as we sit there, incapable to intervene.
All the buyers line their cocks up to their preferred hole, andone after the other sink themselves inside of her. The thrusts, moans and wet pulpy noises reverberate in the theater.
The one fucking her mouth is cautious not to kill her and keeps pulling himself all the way out to allow her to breathe, releasing her bun and threading his fingers through her hair.
But the other two have morphed into barbarians ripping through her with casual cruelty as blood seeps down from between her legs puddling on the floor. They have fallen into rhythm with one another, plunging into her pussy and ass as her body sways. One digs her nails into her thigh to ensure his dick bottoms out in her ass. Both of their cocks are slicked with blood.
She’s powerless.
I grind my teeth as tears blur my vision.
